Showing posts with label connection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label connection. Show all posts

Sunday, November 5, 2023

It's not about you


Matthew 23:1-12

Quick question,  don’t think too hard, first thing that comes to mind: 

Who are some people who are better than you? Just good people, better than you are? 

OK, now, who are you better than? 

Certain groups of people, or even specific names, probably came to mind for both questions.  Because, left to our own devices we humans will immediately make ourselves unequal.  Every interaction, we’ll rank and order, we’ll shift around the pieces on the gameboard of life, lowering some people and raising others, and we’ll do it automatically, unthinkingly. Every person we see, we’ll size them up and put them in their slot. Every dumb thing we say maneuvers our place on the board, every accomplishment shifts our standing. Each piece of information we take in contributes to the picture we’re constructing all the time of good and bad, better and worse, more and less worthy, and where we fit in the whole scheme of things. 

We have no authority to do any of this. As Jesus says, we’re all students in the same classroom, children sharing the back seat of the same heavenly parent’s car. But we’ll do it anyway because that is what sin is and we are all sinners. 

 

The Pharisees are a modern-day foil; they’re easy to see as the bad guys. But what we miss when we paint them that way is that they’re the ones who care most deeply about God and living right toward God and other people. They have given their lives to studying the law of God and teaching it to others.  Jesus was deeply Jewish, and like them he taught that the law is a gift to help people live connected to God and each other. But he also lived it completely. Underneath and throughout the whole law, undergirding it all, is God’s justice and mercy, God’s upholding of humanity. Belonging to God and everyone else in this love permeated all that Jesus did. If he broke the law, he did so in love toward God and others. 

The Law underneath the law is love.  

 

Jesus starts out this whole speech saying, Listen to the Pharisees – they know what they’re talking about.  But then he says, But don’t do what they do.  And then, for the rest of the long chapter, with fiery, colorful language and no holds barred, Jesus tears into the Pharisees. He calls them out, up, down, and sideways, for their hypocrisy and arrogance, for their nitpicking details and ignoring justice and mercy, for refusing to live in love and leading others in their footsteps. 

It’s much easier and less risky to try to be good and to educate other people about their faults, than it is to live the command of God – which is, as we talked about last week, to love God and love others, to pay attention to the fundamental fabric of the whole universe – which is God’s love and claim on us all.  Turns out, instead of the vulnerability of loving and being loved, we’d rather just keep comparing ourselves to each other and striving to be worthy.

 

In another place, Jesus tells a story about a Pharisee, the respectable and good person, and a Tax Collector, aka. a cheat and traitor, both praying in the temple. The Pharisee prays loudly, “Thank God I’m not like other people, especially that tax collector over there! I follow the laws of God.” 

And the tax collector prays quietly, “Have mercy on me, Lord, I am a sinner.” Jesus uses this story to teach people how to pray.  In fact, the tax collector’s words become the core of the “Jesus prayer” a breath prayer that has been prayed by Christians for thousands of years. (breathe in: “Lord Jesus Christ, breathe out: Have mercy on me, a sinner,”). 

But when I heard this story as a kid, I did not repeat the tax collector’s words. I repeated the Pharisee’s words. I thought to myself, Thank God I am not like that… Pharisee. And immediately I became so. Every time I look at someone who acts like they’re better than other people and condemn them in my heart, I become them!

 

Knowing what’s right does not make you better. Knowing what’s right should mean living what’s right. We live in a time where we’ve got pretty loud, clear-cut assertions of right and wrong, at least, we like to act like we know what’s right. It’s not ok to use those words, to support those causes, to think that way, believe that way. It’s not ok to spend money on those things or be associated with those people. We have so many opinions. And they are definitive and powerful. And if we don’t, we just look to the people who are sharing theirs so prolifically and take them for our own because they’ve obviously done more research so they must know better than us. 

 

And many of these opinions begin in a good place. They have to do with a fundamental desire to uphold humanity, or a fundamental concern that someone’s humanity is not being upheld. Literally, almost every stance on almost any divisive thing boils down to this. Abortion, Israel and Palestine, affirmative action, the end of affirmative action, letting in migrants, keeping out migrants, critical race theory, storming the capitol – whatever it is that’s got people riled up and passionate, the root of it is the longing for humanity to be upheld, or the utter certainty that someone’s –your own or someone else’s humanity – is being trampled on.  

 

For the cause of upholding humanity, we will tear each other apart. In our fervent longing for belonging, we will reject people’s membership in the human family and cancel people’s belonging.  We will dehumanize other human beings by calling them monsters, or idiots, by worshipping them like superstar gods, or looking right past them on the street like they’re no different than the telephone pole they are leaning against. We will preach the importance of our shared humanity, but when the rubber hits the road, we won’t live it out.  And we’ll hand over the reins to our brains, or our social media feeds, or our precious limited time and attention spans – to those who seem like better people than us because they always seem to know what’s right. Or we will be those people.  

 

I heard someone this week say in relation to this text, wow, pride and arrogance are bad, and just like the Pharisees we lose our way, but the good news is that we get a chance all over again this week to try again.  No. That is not the good news. That is exactly an example of the kind of misunderstanding and misuse of the law that Jesus is calling out here. If God’s description of what life looks like between God and human beings becomes something demanded of ourselves and lorded over others in a way that actually makes us despise ourselves for not measuring up and avoid others because we’re ashamed of our own weakness, or see ourselves as better than others, or them as better than us, making people into idols instead of fragile and beloved siblings who bear sorrow, and restlessness, and pain just like we do, then we are who Jesus is calling out.

 

The Good News is NOT that we have the chance to try again to do this better the next time. The good news starts first by telling the truth that we can’t.  We can’t do this.  We can’t achieve it, or attain it, or avoid failing at it. The establishing of our own permanent goodness to somehow finally be worthy of belonging isn’t possible. And ensuring the belonging and mutuality of all humanity is not something we can produce or sustain. We’ll just tear down some to lift up others and shift the pieces around some more. Trying harder this week won’t fix that. We can’t do it.

 

Then the good news is that God does this. Our belovedness as God’s children and our siblinghood with all others is the Holy Spirit’s business. God does it in us, and through us, and through others for us.  God will keep doing it despite us, and God will never stop inviting us to join in and participate in the almighty loving of one another. 

 

God created this whole universe as a giant symbiotic web of love and connection, and came into it alongside us, just like us—vulnerable and mortal, needing belonging and care from us—in order to take on, for us, all that divides and destroys, to break the power and authority of death, in all its appearances and disguises, so that nothing can keep us from this love, this love that we mostly ignore but might at any moment touch a thread of and make the whole thing, for a split second, sing. We get to receive this gift humbly, surrendering into that belonging, passing on that love and care for others freely, recognizing we couldn’t make it happen on our own. It’s not about us. 

 

In last month’s book read, one big take-away for a lot of us was the question, who is centered in the story?  In that context, amid the fear of the church dying, and the pressure to “save,” or fix, or change the church, we saw that we’ve made the church the center of its own story instead of God. This is the same question in Jesus’s rant against the Pharisees, and one that can immediately wake us up when we lose our way. It’s a bathroom mirror, kitchen fridge type question: Who is the center of your story? 

 

Striving relentlessly to be right, and condemning others for being wrong, centers us instead of God and violates our shared humanity. Praying “Thank God I am not like them,” whoever the them may be, centers us instead of God, and so dehumanizes other people and ourselves.  Pride and arrogance, shame and self-loathing all make us the center of the story instead of God, and so all of these stances isolate us from the belonging we share with all others.  

 

Nobody is better than you. You are not better than anyone else. The Kingdom of God is the great leveling that brings the high low and the low high (because all that is made up by us anyway). The magnetic force of the Holy Spirit brings us back in line with each other and orients us to the Source of all life. Jesus lifts off the crushing burdens we lay on ourselves and each other and pulls us instead into his own life of freedom and complete belonging to God and all others in love.

 

The center of the story is God. The only authority is God.  The power to declare worthiness, to save, to heal, and to resurrect us from the myriad deaths we suffer and inflict on one another, that power is God’s, and God’s alone. 

And thank God for that.

Amen.

 


Monday, July 4, 2022

A Prayer for the 4th of July


A Prayer for the 4th of July

We belong
first and foremost
to you, Lord.
God of heaven and earth,
eternity and the moment,
ever and always.

Then we belong to the whole of creation.
the living, the dead,
the yet to become, and the reborn,
the whole ongoing cycle of earth and life
with all its glorious array of ever-expanding participants:
mountains and trees and oceans and valleys,
gazelles and robins and rivers and earthworms,
all.

Next we belong to the human family,
all humanity in every corner of the vast globe
all languages, creeds, cultures, skin tones, religions, beliefs, experiences, hopes, celebrations, losses, goals, vocations, technologies and connections,in grief and wonder and anger and happiness and confusion and sadness and joy
whatever happens and no matter what, 
we belong to them all, all, all.
And they all
belong to us.


After this, we are grouped - 
some arbitrarily and some by choice - 
into land masses and geographic regions. 
We develop identifying accents, clothing preferences, and regional tastebuds, 
which is to say,
we gather our experiences into ourselves
alongside others
who are gathering into themselves experiences
alongside us.


We call our places of belonging towns, counties, villages and cities, tribes, nations, countries, continents and coalitions; 
these countless designations simply mean that
we live nearby and agree to certain codes
of living with one another
that in one way or another uphold our greater belonging -
to the whole human family, the living and the dead of all creation,
and the Lord of all.


Next we have the smaller groups in which we learn
and the people there who teach us,
the neighbors, musicians, coaches and collaborators,
the members of our faith, our teams, our clans.
We have hobbies we cultivate with the people who practice them alongside us,
passions we pursue and those whom they impact,
jobs we end up in and those who end up there too,
whose lives intertwine with our own.


And then there are those specific people from whom we come,
the ones whose being and belonging
shape our own being and belonging most directly,
I mean, of course,
our ancestors and grandparents,
aunts and uncles, cousins and kin,
parents and siblings.


We may have the partner with whom we share our life, 
and the children whom we shape and watch become,
and the pets we assemble into our homes,
and the gardens we tend,
and the friendships we cultivate,
and the places we grow our roots,
deep, strong, and sure,
with and for those to whom we give our hearts, 
who will one day be buried in the ground alongside everyone and everything else
to which we already and always belong.


So, on this day that celebrates our nation,
we give thanks for all the belongings that hold and shape us,
both created and innate.
We give thanks for the communities into which we pour our lives,
and for all those in our communities that pour their lives into us.
We give thanks for the earth that nurtures all life,
and for all those who nurture the earth.

On this day that celebrates our nation,
 in our collective belonging called The United States of America
we give thanks for all that is good and wise and kind,
all that upholds our humanity,
both individual and shared.


And in our collective belonging called The United States of America
we confess all that is evil, foolish, and divisive, 
all that damages our soul,
both individual and shared.


And when this day that celebrates our nation,
has come to an end,
in fireworks and fanfare,
it remains
that beyond country, beyond kin,
beyond borders and beliefs,
beyond any and all boundaries,
whether natural or unnatural,
is the Great Belonging,
that is,
to one another, all,
and to you, Lord of all.

For this, today,
we give thanks.

Amen.

- prayer by Kara K Root, from the forthcoming, The Liturgy of Living: Embracing Meaning in the Midst, Fortress Press 2023


Sunday, May 23, 2021

The Story of Humanity


Acts 2:1-21, 38-47

One year ago we awoke Pentecost morning from a night with a curfew and closed freeways, to the smoldering remains of shops along Lake Street, and a palpable tension in the air along with the helicopters, smoke and ash, as the nation was reeling from watching the breath forced from George Floyd’s body in front of our eyes. One year ago this week our city, the nation, the world, ignited with pain. 
 
The end of our passage today calls the people who heard the word of God and joined in the work of God those who are “being saved.” Being saved looks like letting love’s fire cleanse us and burn away what is killing us, and fan to life what wants to live in us.  It looks like repentance of sins and honest acknowledgement of the ways we hurt each other, degrade each other’s humanity, or ignore the needs of our neighbors or their cries for help or justice. Being saved looks like forgiveness of ourselves and each other, the green shoots of new life budding between us. Being saved looks like courage (which is always vulnerability), and willingness to be changed. And it looks like showing up for each other with abundant generosity and our true selves, in whatever ways we can amidst life’s losses and upheavals. This being saved from fear and division for love and connection is the work of the Holy Spirit. 
 
The words for Holy Spirit in Hebrew and in Greek are: breath, wind, life force. The Spirit is the outflowing of the dynamic connection between Father and Son  - the verb of the Trinity’s relationship, love in action, the energy of life that binds us to God and each other. Where there is love, connection, comfort, healing, hope, there is the Holy Spirit.
 
The Spirit of God hovered over the great void of emptiness at creation, stirring up life out of nothing, bringing connection from chaos. So the Spirit doesn’t need some pre-existing material to work with.  Nothingness and loss is where God begins. This is the same Spirit that filled the lungs of the adam, the first creature of the earth (adamah), and initiated the first tiny human community with one man and one woman, now made in God’s own image This is the Spirit who inspired of the Psalms of David, quickened the womb of Mary, and descended like a dove to claim Jesus as Beloved in the river of John’s baptism.  
 
And this is the same Spirit who hovers over us now, in the strangeness of this life – the time that we are slowly leaving of upheaval and staying still, undergirding fear and excruciating languishing, and the Spirit is hovering over the season of transition and baby steps toward ‘normal’ we are just stepping into.  Into our exhaustion and worry, the unknown we are facing, the pain we are carrying and joy we are tasting, the Spirit of God speaks to our hearts the persistent invitation to life alongside each other.
 
In our Apostles’ Creed book, (the part about the Holy Spirit we haven’t gotten to yet) Ben Myers talks how in the bible – between the first tiny human family in Genesis and the final vast harmony of all tongues and tribes in the presence of God that awaits us in Revelation, sin breaks into the human story and disorders human relationships, making “each human being a fragment torn loose from the whole.” This culminates in the story of the Tower of Babel, where the in the distortion of their connection the people cooperated to undermine and mock God.  So God divided their language and suddenly they were no longer able to work together, to shape a shared life or mutual society. Splintered apart, they drifted off in separate groups to different places, and the whole is broken. 
 
But on Pentecost, when the Spirit comes on the fearful and languishing disciples grieving their loss and just stepping into own their season of transition, they suddenly speak all these different languages, and the human family that has been scattered and divided comes back together.  Myers says, “That is what happens when the Spirit is present. The Spirit fulfills the Creator’s original plan by bringing forth a universal community whose boundaries are as wide as the world.  The Spirit broods over the chaos of human nature, lovingly piecing the fragments back together so that together we form an image of the Creator.” 
 
We are in the middle of that story. We are made for belonging and being shaped for this human family, and we are distorted by sin and fragmented by division. But in every moment thee Holy Spirit is drawing us back into our belonging to God and each other, and is shaping us for a future of everlasting belonging and joy.  The power of the Holy Spirit, the energy of God’s love, comes into our places of death and detachment, bringing new life and healing.
 
One year ago, in the middle of a global pandemic that kept us separated, in the middle of a national outpouring of anguish and anger, the Holy Spirit was moving.  People who hadn’t been listening before started hearing the message of God’s love and connection in their own language, speaking to their own hearts, calling forth repentance and awareness. And in new ways, through different voices, our shared humanity was lifted up before our eyes.  
Communities came together to care for one another, artists and activists teamed up with grandparents and children, strangers gathered food, had conversations, shared tears, and made music, and art and good trouble.  A garden sprang up on George Floyd square, and rallies and marches sprang up all across our nation and the world, and people who had been isolated and divided began hearing and seeing each other.  People who had been settled became unsettled. People who had been ignored and marginalized, threatened and harmed were empowered to tell their stories, to speak truth to the world. Make no mistake, this is the Holy Spirit in action. 

In the past year we’ve been alongside each other in all sorts of ways, with laughter and tears and computers and masks and food delivered and prayers shared, and losses weathered and joys celebrated. And in our empty building hope is alive as walls have gone up, framing out a space of welcome for a community of children and teachers to share life with us. And the Holy Spirit continues to move.
 
We are one human family.  The children separated from parents at our border and the children hovering in fear of falling bombs are our children. The isolated and lonely who weathered the pandemic behind locked doors, seeing loved ones through closed windows, are our grandparents.  We all belong to God. We all belong to each other. 
 
God is forging a new community that reflects God’s own being. We are being saved into that love, for that love, to find our being in that love and live out that love in the world God loves.
 
But a reminder again: the work the Spirit does not come from us, and is not up to us. We don’t join in from our own competence or confidence; we join in from the connection that God has already made. The Spirit doesn’t need terrific pre-existing material to work with, nothingness and loss is where God begins. Remember, God’s Sprit hovers over emptiness, creates life out of a void and connection from chaos, and isn’t put off by a challenge. We are being saved.  The Spirit will give what we need when we need it.
 
All around us are stories of conflict, stories of human beings fragmented – torn apart in ways that seem impossible to mend.  But the true story of humanity is the story of Pentecost, scared people joining in and letting their voices be used by God.  Divided people from divergent backgrounds, experiences and places each hearing the voice of God in their own language, embraced in the fullness of their own person, and joined back into the unbroken whole human family by the Holy Spirit with the call to spread that hope to the world. Now we know in part, we get little tastes and small glimpses, but one day, in the very presence of God, we will experience fully and completely our belonging to God and each other without end.
 
Amen.
 
 

Saturday, May 22, 2021

Perfect Timing

                                 
It's real! 
I've held it in my hands!

  



My book is on my front porch and will be in bookstores June 1! 

I can go fast. I can make decisions and get things done. But often I can go too fast. I can get sloppy, or miss the gift in something. I can process information and respond before things have a chance to settle in me, before I know how I am really feeling or what I really believe.  I can overestimate how much control or say I actually have.  
This book would not let me do that.  

All along, this project has gone slower than I wanted it to.  It simmered and languished meandered, making me wait, and notice and linger with it. Something I'd written twenty years ago would tap me on the shoulder and demand to be included.  I'd think the book was finished, then suddenly I would know the events of that very day were meant to be in this very chapter.  The book took a long time to reveal itself to me, to come together in the way it was meant to. It would drag me along, and I would follow, not knowing where we were going, until it suddenly fit pieces together and said to me, See?  It would not allow me to rush to conclusions; it wanted to tell me it when it was finished.  And when it finally did, we we were into a pandemic, so publication was delayed, and it took a long time to become ink on paper between covers. I had to surrender to the process. Over and over again. To release my agenda and be carried along in trust.  And so in this way, writing this book did for me what I am trying to talk about in the book: it slowed me down and invited me to be present in my life, in this life with others.  To find God right here.

So it is no surprise that this book dragging its little feet has turned out to be a gift in another way as well. A pastor friend in Australia read my manuscript several months ago, just as Australia was about to reopen from pandemic lockdown.  They said, "I returned to work this week... After the year that has been, I return feeling both overwhelmed and wondering just what will be left of us when all of this is over. Our church has been closed for close to 12 months now and we will regather for the first time in just a few weeks. On top of that, I don’t think I have ever felt so tired and wondering what I have to give.  You have reminded me, dear friend, in such a beautiful, honest and gentle way, just who I am and what I am called to do, regardless of all that is uncertain. I can’t thank you enough."

The years long simmer and slow release of The Deepest Belonging means it is arriving in the world just a many of us are arriving back in the world as well. We are taking tentative steps toward resuming "normal" life. We're beginning to be with people again. Congregations are beginning to be together again. Life is amping up and pressures are resuming and there is strangeness and newness and grief and joy, and it occurs to me with some wonder and delight that this is precisely the moment this story is meant to meet us.  

This book means to be a blessing.  
It is here to remind you that we are going to be ok.
That God is holding us, and this whole world, in love. 
That we are invited to slow down, and be present in our lives, 
to be in this life, as it is, with those around us.  And to find God right here.

I am so grateful to welcome The Deepest Belonging: A Story of Discovering How God Meets Us into the world!

___________


Here's some nice things some people have said about it:




You can get The Deepest Belonging wherever you buy books, like AmazonBarnes & NobleChristianbooks.com, (internationally at places like WaterstonesFoylesDymocks), independent bookstores (like Bookshop online) my own local Winding Trails Books, and, I'm particularly tickled to say, it's apparently also available at TARGET. So when you go to buy toilet paper and lawn furniture you can also pick up MY BOOK! (If you do this, please send me a photo).




 

Thursday, November 26, 2020

This Thanksgiving...


This Thanksgiving...

They say, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder,"
we know absence makes the heart grow poignant.
The absence of those we love and miss today 
comes like a lump in the throat, 
a pressure in the chest,
tears, gulped away.
Their faces rise before us,
their voices echo in the silence,
the touch of their hands brushes us in the stillness.

Longing has asked for a seat at the table of our heart today.

But we're tender and afraid,
and this day is for thanks, not for sadness,
so we turn away from longing,
pretend it isn't here,
and ask ourselves instead, with forced 
smile, "What are you thankful for?"
batting away the hand of longing 
as it reaches for our heart.

Let's not.

Today, instead,
let's welcome longing in.
Let's take its coat, 
hug it tenderly, 
offer it a seat, 
and then feed it generously.

Given a place at the table,
longing will speak kindly to absence, 
pat sorrow's shoulder,
laugh with memory, 
draw out awareness,
and pull up a chair to pat the seat of honor
for gratitude.

Our heart will be full.
 
And we may end up feeling, after all, 
the presence of all who are not alongside us today,
here within us.
We may sense our belonging to them,
connection not only unbreakable
but strengthened this day.

Because longing 
given place and welcome,
made comfortable and free,
settles in,
makes itself at home,
and eventually reveals in us
its true and full self:
Love. 


-Kara Root
 
Happy Thanksgiving.

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

What I'm loving...

Daily Devotion - May 26

I will send a brief message each day (except Mondays) 
while we are pausing gathering in person.
- Kara


I asked Rev. Jenny Warner, from Valley Presbyterian, in Portola Valley, California, if I could share this poem she wrote on Sunday.  She said yes, and then said she'd just shared something I wrote too.  One thing I am loving about this time is those moments the Church feels bigger, feels more like it really is.  I'm seeing people supporting each other beyond our own lives and communities, finding connection and inspiration all over, and bringing it to each other.

What I love about Jenny's poem is that it feels brave and daring to use "love" in this way. I don't love this time. It's easy to feel like I don't love anything about this time. I am enduring this time, finding moments of contentment, and even glimpses of joy, in this time. But loving?? No.

But when I ask myself, "What do I love about this time?" I feel a different kind of space open up in me.  And I made myself write it above, "One thing I am loving about this time..." It shows me that there actually are things I can say next.   It makes me want to spend more time with that prompt.  It makes me view my day with a little more curiosity, a tiny bit more openness to wonderment and gift.  I am grateful for the possibilities that arise there.  


What I love about the masks




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What I love about the masks
Is they are a visible indication
Of an internal decision to protect,
to guard,
to say your safety is more important
than my lipstick
or even my smile.

What I love about six feet apart
is that I see you
and I honor the space you may need
to remain whole,
to celebrate the next milestone,
to feel my reverence
at your very being.

What I love about staying home
is that your unvarnished face
has become more beautiful.
Your presence,
the never deserved,
but always welcomed
declaration of a Good creation.

May all of this distance
be a drawing near.
That I may guard your soul
as I guard the droplets flying from my mouth.
May this distance
create a sacred seat in my soul,
always awaiting your arrival.

Another child of Grace
seeking wholeness,
finding a little more peace,
knowing your blinding glory.

Jenny Warner • May 23, 2020

CONNECTING RITUAL:
Perhaps tonight before bed, whatever time that is in each of our homes, we and so join our souls with each other and the people of the whole earth:

God, here's what I hate about this time:
I hate... because I am longing for...
I hate.... because I am longing for...
I hate... because I am longing for...

Lord, have mercy.  Christ, have mercy on me.
Tend my soul in my sorrow.
Give me grace for myself in my grief.

God, it all comes back to love.
Even what I hate points me back to love,
by showing me what I care deeply about,
and reminding me of the gift of living.
My life is a gift.

So, God, here's what I love about this time:
I love.... because...
I love... because...
I love... because...

God, thank you.  Christ, keep my soul in your love.
Thank you, Lord.

Amen.

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Living Abundance

Daily Devotion - May 20

I will send a brief message each day (except Mondays)
while we are pausing gathering in person.
- Kara



Last week, I reflected on the first of our congregation's guiding convictions that we have hanging in the church Gathering Room: God is doing something here and now that incorporates the past and leads us into the future. You can see that reflection here.

Today I want to consider our second guiding conviction:

We are exactly the right size and make-up, and have all the resources we need, for what God wants to do in and through us.

I have seen this in action so much during this time.  Church, your creativity is shining, your generosity abundant, your flexibility and humor are huge strengths and massive assets in this time of unknown, loss, confusion and waiting.  You are watching for God, you are loving your neighbor, you are being honest with your pain, you are welcoming each other's support, you are being Church.

This time has flipped everything on its head - but we talk a lot about God's Kingdom being upside down and backwards from the world.  Nobody was prepared for this. But we're prepared to not be prepared for things.  Nobody knows what comes next. But we know that it's normal not to know what comes next.  Nobody has answers.  But we know that not having answers is part of the journey.  We've gotten used to waiting for God's leading and direction, and acting on the one next step revealed to us, instead of laying a confident path for the ten steps after that.

As we move into the summer, I am really hopeful, even excited, for all the creative ways God will bind us to each other, and draw us deeper in love with the world. We will be changed; we are being changed. But being changed is what being Church is all about.  Being changed is what our faith calls us to.

I don't know if you all know this story, but our guiding convictions came from our biggest fears.When 2011 began, we named our congregational fears - the stories we tell ourselves deep inside that hold us back from what God wants to do with us,  (Things like, "We're too small. We don't have enough money. We're too old...")  We said our fears out loud.  And then we said their opposite.  And we felt so strange and silly saying the opposite, because that felt like lies. We believed our fears were true.  But we said the opposite anyway, and then we hung them up.  Not even a few years later, they came to clearly describe us.  Our stories of scarcity were the real lies.  The truth was right in front of us and remains there now. 

We feel lonely, maybe. Disconnected, weary.  We forget that our belonging transcends our circumstances. We are impatient and frustrated.  But also, we are held, we are loved, we are sustained through this by the Spirit of God and the community of the saints - that's each other.  Let's keep in touch, shall we? Share when we need help, share when we're brimming with joy, share when we are tapped out or ready to step up?  Let's draw on all the resources God has given us for the ministry God is calling us to right now: loving each other, loving God, loving the world.  Let's trust in the infinite grace, constant provision, and overflowing abundance of our God.
 


CONNECTING RITUAL:
Perhaps tonight before bed, whatever time that is in each of our homes, we and so join our souls with each other and the people of the whole earth:

In the great lights of the night sky
and its unbounded stretches of space
I glimpse the shinings of your presence, O God.
In the universe of my soul
and its boundless depths
I look for emanations of your light.
In the silence of sleep
and the dreams of the night
I watch for jewels of infinity.
I the silence of sleep
and the dreams of this night
I watch for the shinings of your presence.
Amen.

(prayer from J. Philip Newell, Sounds of the Eternal)

Saturday, April 18, 2020

Armchair Empathy

Daily Devotion - April 18

I will send a brief message each day
while we are pausing gathering in person.
- Kara





I read an article this morning about "coronavirus shaming."  Apparently there are facebook groups dedicated to posting photos of those violating social distancing rules and calling them out.  George Stephanopoulos, J-Lo, and Chris Cuomo have all been publicly railed for perceived transgressions.
In my neighborhood group there was a post recently about a man who yelled at someone about to cross a street to stop and screamed that his wife was pregnant and the pedestrian needed to stay 27 feet back from them.  This person was so shocked and felt so bad, that when they shared their "please let's not yell at each other in public" email, the group rallied around the poor pedestrian and email-yelled at the yeller for his yelling.  One person reminded the rest of the tension we are all under, and the reality of mental health strain in this time, and we all simmered down a bit.

But I can feel it in myself.  Scanning the sidewalk, getting ready to move to the middle of the road if the people coming the other way don't move first...and does that group seem related? Or are they violating social distancing rules?

What about the roofers next door?  And why are the store clerks not wearing masks when the rest of us are? And don't the parents of those children care about the older people they are letting them run right up too? Oh, they are their grandparents? So are they staying in the same house then? Or are they being put at risk?

It's one small step from exercising judgment to judging others.

And then yesterday, the protesters! Oh! The protestors! A perfect target for our coronavirus shaming! Side by side they marched in front of the governor's house, spraying their aerosol and droplets all over each other!  For breaking the social compact and putting us all at risk, what should be done to those (insert insult here)?

It's a tiny jump from feeling threatened to threatening others.

It was only a matter of time in our call-out culture before we found a way to move from solidarity back to siloing.  Now we are re-entrenching into our comfortable foxholes and we've turned our guns back on each other.

Fear is a powerful voice.
Motivated by the needs for security, safety, cooperation, collaboration, even by the belief that we all belong to each other, a natural emotional response to the perception of someone undermining those things is anger, frustration, rage.

We sink deeper into the way of fear when we let those feelings turn into the action of dehumanizing those who don't seem to be upholding humanity in the way we would like. It is easier to judge and dismiss others than to stay conscious of our connection.

Those people don't care at all about public health!  
Those people don't care at all about saving our economy!
Which camp are you in? Who is your enemy?
Let's turn all this helpless worry into powerful war.

Deep breath. Time for a reminder.
We all belong to each other. Period.
We all belong to God. Full stop.
Here is our chance to practice armchair empathy.

It goes like this:
We are all in this together.
This is a long thing with no clear end in sight. That is terrifying.
For some, it means following the rules and trying to do our best to help out however we can.
For some it means getting sick, losing loved ones, battling disease, saying goodbye.
For some it means going to work and putting ourselves in harms way everyday.
For some it means facing the very real prospect of losing our home.
Some are already scared of not being able to feed our children.  Some have spent the actual last dollar we have.

None are better or worse humans. None are more deserving or less so. None are exempt from impact.  We are all in this together.

This is not a clash of ideology - though it is that, and can be played that way, certainly.  It's not political either - though it sure is being used politically.

This is humanity. Scared, worried, sad, desperate, frustrated humanity.  All of us. Together. Being impacted each however we are being impacted, and trying to find our way through however we are finding our way through.

Every act is an attempt to meet a need. Some acts are tragic expressions of unmet needs.  But the needs themselves? Those are beautiful and important. And importantly, we all share those.

When the Way of Fear gets louder, we turns to they, and they become competition, threat, enemy, other.
But the truth is still true:
We are in this together, we are siblings in need, we are co-journeyers through this scary terrain.

Whether we are the reliable rule-abiders, the ambling along ambivalent, or the panicking picketers, we still belong to each other, and we still belong to God.
Our way back to that truth is through empathy.  Listening to the feelings, and wondering about the needs underneath restores humanity.

One final word about empathy, and that is this: empathy begins with self-empathy.  We need to acknowledge and receive our own humanity in order to recognize and feel for others.  If we are so overwhelmed by fear, or caught in unacknowledged anger, it's impossible to feel what might be going on for someone else.

Nobody is doing this perfectly. Some are doing things we completely disagree with, or can't understand, or wont accept.  We ourselves are messing up.  We are all longing for things to be right, to feel right, and they mostly just don't. It's uncomfortable. It's hard.
For everyone.

But we all belong to each other. And we all belong to God.
And we have this unique and important chance to practice self-empathy and empathy for each other.  To imagine our way into each other's experience.  To remember our belonging. To return to reality.


CONNECTING RITUAL:
Perhaps, tonight before we go to bed, whatever time that is in each of our homes, we might pause, reflect, and pray in this way, and so join our hearts:
 Ground me in the belonging that holds us, God.
Return me to the source of my being.
Help me see as you see.
Help me hear what you hear.
Help me act from truth and not from fear.
Help me hold myself and others with compassion.
Give me rest and peace this night,
and wake me to a new day ready
to begin belonging again.
Amen. 

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Small Churches: Take the Lead!

Today I have a piece on the Christian Century Blog about our online worship service on Sunday, and how I think small churches are poised to lead in this time.

Here it is.


Tuesday, March 17, 2020

So goes the Kingdom of God

(Yes, my sign-making skills could use improving)

Daily Devotion - March 17

I will try to send a brief message each day while we are pausing gathering in person.
- Kara




Today I was sitting in the church office, making the most ridiculous sign a church ever hung in front of their building:  
PLEASE STAY HOME.

Actually, in total, it said, "Church is WHO WE ARE, not where we go. 
PLEASE STAY HOME.  We are meeting Online."  
But still.  I giggled about it and took a photo. 

Great grandkids will listen in wonder when our kids tell stories about this time.

As I was sitting there, a woman walked in.  "Excuse me, do you have a food pantry?"
But she wasn't looking for food.
She was the manager of the school cafeteria from the elementary school across the street.
She was making herself sick with guilt dumping out perfectly good milk when it occurred to her, maybe that Church could use it to help people?

Well, we don't have a food pantry, but we might as well have, because we've been collecting for one every month for like 50 years.  I called up Simpson Food Pantry and then Sue G and I filled both of our cars with 200 loaves of bread, 4 crates of milk cartons, and approximately 18 boxes food.

Those at the school were THRILLED the food was being shared. Those at the food bank, and Simpson Shelter, were THRILLED that the food was being shared. Sue and I were THRILLED to be the deliverers of shared food.

And so goes the Kingdom of God.


This blessing was sent out in the weekly announcements today.  It's worth reading again.

Lockdown

Yes there is fear.
Yes there is isolation.
Yes there is panic buying.
Yes there is sickness.
Yes there is even death.
But,
They say that in Wuhan after so many years of noise
You can hear the birds again.
They say that after just a few weeks of quiet
The sky is no longer thick with fumes
But blue and grey and clear.

They say that in the streets of Assisi
People are singing to each other
across the empty squares,
keeping their windows open
so that those who are alone
may hear the sounds of family around them.

They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland
is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound.

Today a young woman I know
is busy spreading fliers with her number
through the neighbourhood
so that the elders may have someone to call on.

Today Churches, Synagogues, Mosques and Temples
are preparing to welcome
and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary
All over the world people are slowing down and reflecting
All over the world people are looking at their neighbours in a new way
All over the world people are waking up to a new reality
To how big we really are.
To how little control we really have.
To what really matters.
To Love.

So we pray and we remember that
Yes there is fear.
But there does not have to be hate.

Yes there is isolation.
But there does not have to be loneliness.

Yes there is panic buying.
But there does not have to be meanness.

Yes there is sickness.
But there does not have to be disease of the soul.

Yes there is even death.
But there can always be a rebirth of love.

Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now.
Today, breathe.

Listen, behind the factory noises of your panic
The birds are singing again
The sky is clearing,
Spring is coming,
And we are always encompassed by Love.

Open the windows of your soul
And though you may not be able
to touch across the empty square,
Sing.

CONNECTING RITUAL:

Let's return to the Evening Prayer from the New Zealand Prayerbook, one of my favorites. (I think we should use it at least once a week!)

Perhaps tonight, before we go to bed, whatever time that is in each of our homes, we might all say this prayer, and so join our souls:

Lord it is night.

The night is for stillness.

Let us be still in the presence of God.

It is night after a long day.
What has been done has been done;
what has not been done has not been done.
Let it be.

The night is dark.
Let our fears of the darkness
of the world and of our own lives
rest in you.

The night is quiet.
Let the quietness of your peace enfold us,
all dear to us, and all who have no peace.

The night heralds the dawn.
Let us look expectantly to a new day,
new joys, new possibilities.
In your name we pray.
Amen.


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