Herons and Humans

Some residents of my neighborhood apparently are unhappy that some military surplus land here here is to be given to the city and then used in part to house formerly homeless men, women and children or those who may be at risk for homelessness. Some of my neighbors have expressed concerns for the safety of the neighborhood and for the impact on the heron habitat we have in the adjacent park. As you can imagine, my view of God’s abundance spurred me into action - no need to think there isn’t enough for us all. So here’s a link to the guest column I wrote for the Seattle Post-Intelligenser in today’s paper: Beauty Comes from Humans and Herons.

 

Thirst for God

I have just facilitated a retreat on transitions for a wonderful women’s group.

One of the things I love about doing retreats is the atmosphere of longing for God that retreatants create. In this heavily scheduled day and age, a person who is willing to set aside a whole day for God is a person who is thirsty for God. God created us with a deep thirst that can only be satisfied by God, and I believe that mine and the retreatants’ holy longing and God’s answer to our longing are the transformative power of a retreat. When I facilitate a retreat, I fan the flames of holy longing. In my mind, holy longing is one of the deepest forms of prayer.

When a person is thirsty for God, anything can happen. When a person focuses on a transition in her life, hungry for God to continue the life-long process of transforming her into a gift to the world….. Miracles do happen.

I started the retreat with a stirring poem by Mary Oliver, made all the more poignant by being written soon after her beloved partner through decades of life had died. It is from her recent collection, Thirst.

Thirst

Another morning and I wake up with thirst for the goodness I do not have. I walk out to the pond and all the way God has given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord, I was never a quick scholar but sulked and hunched over my books past the hour and the bell; grant me, in your mercy, a little more time. Love for the earth and love for you are having such a long conversation in my heart. Who knows what will finally happen or where I will be sent, yet already I have given a great many things away, expecting to be told to pack nothing, except the prayers which, with this thirst, I am slowly learning.

Query for prayerful consideration:

How can I nurture that holy longing, my thirst for God?

My New Quaker Blog

I woke up this morning to the realization that I wanted to add in a new blog. This blog, ”Musings on Faith” has given me a wonderful opportunity to explore liberal Christian faith, and to move freely from one topic to another and to range widely. As I have looked more closely at class and faith over the last few weeks, I discovered that I also want an opportunity to go more deeply into issues of faith and practice, within the context of my own denomination. I want to delve into Quaker faith and life in a ways that sometimes may have less appeal for my non-Quaker readers. So, from now on, I will write about how faith intersects with lived life here at Musings on Faith, and I’ll write about issues of faith - in depth - in a more specifically Quaker way at www.quakersusanne.wordpress.com. The series of posts on barriers to worship (class being one of them) will continue on my new site. Some topics may show up in both blogs, and I will deal with them a little bit differently in each place.

Even if you aren’t a Quaker, you may find things of value on my Quaker blog because the two will be in conversation with each other. My experience is that faith groups wrestle with more or less the same issues, and you may be interested in seeing how Quakers do it. I always try to write in a manner that will be accessible to all, regardless of denominational background. Here is my description of the new Quaker blog:

In my faith life I move back and forth between contemplation and action. I am a spiritual director and chaplain, and also a spiritually-based activist by nature. When I see something I perceive to be a problem, I like to engage it and come up with ideas for solutions. In this blog, I will wrestle with issues of Quaker faith, practice, and culture, and I’ll write about the condition of liberal Quakerism as I see it. 

I look forward to meeting you again in one or both places!

And It Came to Pass in Those Days…

And it came to pass in those days that a decree went out from Caesar Bush that all the land should be registered. This census first took place while Greg Nickels was King of Seattle. So all went up to be registered, everyone to his own city, but not those who did not have homes (because Caesar Bush had made new rules that did not allow them to be counted). At this time, Joseph went up from Puyallup into Belltown in Seattle, where he had stayed before, but discovered that their friends who had lived there in a low rent apartment had moved and the apartments replaced with a luxury condo project. Joseph’s betrothed wife, Mary, who was with child, had no prenatal care since Joseph had been laid off from his carpentry job (where his specialty cabinetry skills had been outsourced) and had lost their health insurance, as well as the home they had temporarily owned in Puyallup with the help of a sub-prime loan.

As they wandered between the cranes hovering above the new high-rise luxury condo towers, they looked in vain for an open shelter. But as Caesar Bush’s Program to End Homelessness had progressed, and fewer people met the new criteria of ”homeless,” funding for shelters had been cut and shelters had been closed (even though more people were actually without a home). 

Operation Nightwatch gave them a blanket but told them that the few remaining shelters were full. Joseph and Mary went to the Seattle Times, believing newspapers are supposed to “comfort the afflicted.” They had heard that editorialists and a learned woman at the newspaper had written something about the homeless camps. When they got to the newspaper, however, they learned that Nicole Brodeur had gone to Nordstrom’s to protest the loss of live music for shoppers. And the comfortable were comforted.

Onward they traveled until they reached a park where other men and women had gathered, and there they were welcomed and allowed to use a cave, where Mary had her baby. All the women and men offered their own blankets and scarves as swaddling cloths to keep the baby boy warm. Seeing this new life brought hope even in the darkest of nights. They called his name Jesus.

After Jesus was born in Seattle, in the days of Nickels the king, wise men from the east came, saying, “Where is he who is the newborn King, for we have seen his star in the east and have come to worship him?” When Nickels the king heard this, he was troubled, and all Seattle with him. He gathered all the chief politicians and scribes of the newspapers together, and enquired of them where the young King was to be born. When they told him a park in Seattle, he was troubled even more, for this was where the people lived who could not afford the “affordable housing” provided by the developers so they could build even higher luxury condo towers.

King Nickels sent the wise men to the park saying, “go and search carefully for the child, so I may come and worship him also.” When they heard the king, they departed and behold, the star, which they had seen in the east, went before them until it came and stood over the young child. When they came into the cave, they saw the young child with Mary his mother and fell down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented gifts to him: children’s Tylenol, hand warmers for his parents, and a Starbucks gift card. 

Then being divinely warned that they should not return to Nickels, they departed for their own country another way.   

Now when they had departed, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream, saying, “Arise, take the young child and his mother and flee; for King Nickels’ men seek to ”sweep” the park, drive away the people and destroy their belongings”. When he arose, he took the young child and his mother, by night, and departed for…. where?

Christ has no body…

Christ has no body now on earth but yours,

no hands but yours,

no feet but yours.

Yours are the eyes through which Christ’s compassion is to look out to the world.

Yours are the feet with which Christ is to go about doing good.

Yours are the hands with which Christ is to bless all people now.

Teresa of Avila

Merry Christmas, gentle reader.

Surely Goodness and Mercy Shall Follow Me

Hear and meditate upon God’s promise of abundance:

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside still waters; he restores my soul. He leads me in right paths for his name’s sake.

Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I fear no evil; for you are with me; your rod and your staff - they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord my whole life long.

                                                                    Psalm 23 (NRSV)

For prayerful reflection:

God promises that I will be OK. God promises to restore my soul. God promises that goodness and mercy will follow me wherever I go in life. Let me accept that life truly is abundant, God!

Temptations

It took me a long time to learn what the temptations of the devil are about in Luke 4. Remember when the devil tempts Jesus after he has fasted in the desert for 40 days, just after he has been baptized? The devil’s first temptation is for Jesus to turn stones into bread. Next, the devil invites Jesus to rule all the nations in the world. Finally, the devil asks Jesus to throw himself off the temple wall and let God’s angels rescue him. 

 

I mean, what’s wrong with Jesus turning stones into bread and feeding those who starve? Why should Jesus not rule all the lands of the world and institute justice and mercy for all? Why should Jesus not throw himself off the temple parapet and show the devil once and for all that he is God’s son with all God’s might? Wouldn’t all of those things be good?

Clearly not. So why would those not be good things?

After decades of political activism, it dawned on me that the temptations have one thing in common: The devil’s temptation is to substitute one powerful person or system with another. The changes Jesus could bring about in the devil’s scenario would be imposed in one act - just like magic! The devil tempts Jesus by asking him to become the new boss. And that is often the temptation that those of us engaged in working for justice are given. We are tempted by the vision of getting enough power to impose our agenda - God’s agenda of compassion for the poor - and make things right, once and for all.

 

But Jesus said “no thanks”. He said “no thanks” to a change that wouldn’t involve a change of people’s hearts. He declined the opportunity to impose a new agenda from above that would simply force people to obey a new power. Jesus did not want to become a new dominator with a new and improved agenda, The Jesus Agenda.

 

In Luke 4, I think God is trying to tell me something about my efforts to ensure justice and mercy for all in this land and in the whole world. Jesus doesn’t want me to win a great victory over the unjust power-people and triumphantly impose The Jesus Agenda. Jesus is asking me to open myself to being loved and transformed. He wants my words and actions to be such that they prepare the way for others to open themselves to God’s love and transformation.

 

Query for prayerful consideration:

In my pursuit of justice and mercy for all, do my words and actions invite others to open themselves to God’s life-changing love? 

Whence Cometh My Hope?

For about a week now I have tried to write about where we find hope in the midst of complex problems in which we are complicit, but I felt I was blocked at every turn. How hard can it be to write about God as the source of our hope?! Yet as hard and prayerfully as I tried, my sentences seemed either too dry or too sappy, too  simplistic or too convoluted. Finally I discovered that if what I write is to honor the comlexity of the issue, I must come at hope in a less direct way. Gentle reader, bear with me.

The founder of Quakerism, George Fox, often touched peoples’ hearts and brought them into his new religious movement after saying something like this: “The prophets says this… The Apostles say that…. But what canst thou say? Is it inwardly from God?”

George wanted women and men to examine how it was that they knew God. Did their knowledge come from what the prophets and apostles were recorded as saying in the Bible? Or did it come from an inward encounter with God’s Spirit, just as the writers of the Bible encountered God personally as they wrote?

Without diminishing the importance of the Bible as the inspired words of God, George didn’t want people to read the Bible or listen to a priest instead of going into worship and talking to God directly. That’s why George encouraged people to listen, believing that God would speak - without intermediary - straight into a person’s heart, mind, and soul.

Finding hope in troubled times is something I could write about. I could tell you inspiring and true stories about hope from my own life and others’. I could tell you stories of real-life resurrection when God brought new life out of darkness. If I did, gentle reader, you would be receiving words of hope second or even third hand. Instead, you could hear words of hope from God’s own mouth! 

Query for prayerful consideration:

God, show me hope.

50 Million Christians Protesting in the Streets

A few days ago I asked why there aren’t 50 million Christians protesting in the streets here in the USA (see 10/4 entry). Indeed, why am I not out in the streets protesting against war and increasing poverty?

The question has political, practical and spiritual dimensions, and here is my spiritual answer: 

I have seen the enemy against whom God would have me direct my protest, and the enemy is me. How do I protest against myself?

I believe it is true, as John Woolman said, that my possessions are “seeds of war” (see 10/6 entry). More accurately, perhaps, it is my desire for convenience and financial security that constitute the “seeds of war”. Like most people, I want inexpensive appliances and equipment for family, home and office, and I want to set a little money aside for college for my daughters and for retirement. As do most of us.

My family’s income depends directly and indirectly on how well the state of Washington is doing. Washington’s economy depends on Boeing. Boeing does best during times of war. In fact, the US economy does best when the military-industrial sector is thriving, as it does in times of war.

My Christian self hungers for peace. I plant the seeds of peace as I read, talk, organize, and pray about peace. But try as I might, my economic self keeps planting seeds of war.

Lord, have mercy.

Query for prayerful consideration:

As I consider the complexities and complicities of war and poverty, what are my sources of hope?

Born to Be Wild

A while back my daughters, M and A, listened to “Born to Be Wild” in the car. The song is a 60s tune about rebellion against authority, heading off for adventure, and seeking meaning in adventure. Well, M identified with it completely. She says it is her song, she says she was born to be wild. One day she turned to her sister and said somewhat condescendingly, “I was born to be wild, but I don’t think you were, A!” A thought about it for a second, and then she said quietly and joyfully “No, I was born to love!”

Query for prayerful consideration:

Do I truly live out of the knowledge that I was born to love? And born to be wild?