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Today we ran into a group of 29 young adults bicycling from Baltimore to San Francisco accompanied by a chase van with water, food and repair parts.  They were raising funds for the Ulman Cancer Fund for Young Adults. We spent some time talking with some of them. They are some of the most exiting, passionate, committed young adults I’ve ever met. They come from everywhere across America. And they give selflessly to support what they consider important.

My takeaway today: I think we mischaracterize Millennials. They may not view the world through the same glasses we wear, or view the world of work the same, or live our their spirituality with the same forms, but they are willing and wanting to live honest lives of purpose and love. I met them on the road today and was filled with admiration. And hope.

Let’s let them grow, serve and lead in their own ways. They may have the answers to the thorny challenges facing us, be willing to name it and do it differently. And just in time.

 

The Lead Singer

Posted: July 4, 2019 in Uncategorized

The lead singer always wears red,
her signature color, the way the notes feel best,
and she prances on stage, flits,
and steps out for a break,
maybe in the alley out back,
catching her breath or even a snack.

But the three pips never leave their positions
as they crane their necks
arching them to the sky, letting loose
a cacophony of sound, waiting
for the woman in red to return
with just the right bug.

Timothy Carson, July 4, 2019

As the Rain Pours Down

Posted: June 23, 2019 in Uncategorized

As the rain pours down
and down
cleansing and correcting,
creating new tributaries
and stretching old ones
beyond what is uncomfortable
for those who thought
they were in control.

Every little human effort,
the designs of tribes and groups
that actually believed
they had some last word
go downstream
where the river finally delivers
the final verdict,
an ultimatum laced with hope:
to the sea with you

(Timothy Carson, June 24, 2019)

Nita Gilger

Our guest blogger today is Nita Gilger, an educator and writer who lives in the wide open, rugged landscapes of The Big Country of Texas.

In Celtic book of prayers Sounds of the Eternal by J. Philip Newell, one of his morning prayers speaks to me:

 

Glory be to you
for the beauty of your image
waking in opening eyes,
lighting the human countenance.
Glory be to you, Glory be to you.
But where the glistening is lost sight of,
where life’s colors are dulled
and the human soul grows hard,
I pray for grace this day,
I pray for your softening graces.

Softening graces. How beautiful is that? I feel enveloped by such love and grace. I drink it in with the challenging lesson that waiting is important, necessary, and ever so instructive. And I liken these softening graces to the beautiful process of giving birth. Women’s bodies must soften to be ready for the birth of a beloved child. The body must be ready and when it is the miracle of a newborn baby happens almost on its own.

I remember my own labor and delivery of our son. He was ready even if I wasn’t sure or settled about the physical challenge about to come. It all unfolded very quickly for a first pregnancy, lasting just shy of six hours. Contractions had begun. Everything was ready and softened. The only hold up was that my water would not break. After the doctor deemed it necessary, my water was broken and very soon our son arrived, a healthy eight-pound, four-ounce, twenty-two-inch bundle of joy.

Though I had never participated in the birth process before, I was ready to hold my child in my arms and welcome him with the utmost joy. My body was set on go. The marvelous 9-month preparation in utero had given my baby boy all he needed to come bursting into life.

This moment in time will always be held as a supreme and miraculous gift of God. It is the most precious kind of love. It is a love that nothing can destroy. Little did I know then that I would never be able to have more children. Two subsequent miscarriages and major grief would follow.  Even so, I have always felt very blessed to have one child. I know some never have that joy even when prayers are prayed and everything has been tried.

As life has unfolded, I have known and still know many hard places. But it does not benefit me or anyone else to somehow compare the degree of my struggles with that of others. Though some people seem to have it worse and some better, what real certainty can I have in knowing the differences? What I can and do know is that God is present in all the hard places, the waiting places, and in the giving, celebratory places of my life. When life’s colors are dulled and my soul grows hard, I know I can pray for and receive softening graces.

Those incubation periods are not wasted; the waiting and clearing moments can be filled with lessons on surrender, vulnerability, and listening. As I grow and lean into softening graces, I have a deep trust that direction comes in the tough seasons. Though patient waiting is not exactly my most noticeable virtue, I still trust that those seemingly fallow periods of my life will be held with softening graces. Let it be so.

There was a time when those of us in Western democracies, republics like our own in which the First Amendment allowed for religious freedom without establishing any form of religion as the official religion of the realm, looked with horror upon militant forms of Islam that took over the law and governance of entire countries. The political leaders were one and the same with the religious Ayatollahs and they conflated Sharia – religious law – with civil law. We witnessed what a theocracy could be in both theory and practice.

We watched as women were forced into tightly prescribed roles and mores that included required dress like hijabs or burkas. They were not allowed in public spaces and had limited freedom. Everything was prescribed by religious authority combined with the enforcement power of government. The conformity police harassed and beat offenders in public. Be-headings and punishments took place in the public square to create fear and reinforce the rule of absolute authority. In every respect men were deciding exactly what women should be and do.

Thank God nothing like that could ever take place here, we said with relief.

Theocracies, however, have never been limited to one religious faith or one geography. Whenever fundamentalist strains of faith become militant and strive to create society in their image, theocratic systems are born. The development is gradual at first, with religious actors entering the public square and exerting influence, which at first only appears as an aspect of freedom. But their objective never stops there. What is desired on the part of those systems is control of everything. Through assimilation or revolution, those religious actors work into positions of authority and influence upon political figures. The politicians eventually need the support of these religious power brokers who control their constituents.  And in time the separation between civil government and religious law dissolves. Religious convictions or values become codified into civil law.

We are living in just such a time in the United States.

Over the past few decades the religious right has joined forces  with one political party. They now serve one another’s interests, trading favors for the promise of power. Even when the values of either party or religion run counter to those of the Theocracy partner, they remain silent or give tacit approval. In statehouse after statehouse across the country the religious agenda of one brand of Christianity is now being reflected in the legislation. On the national stage a certain class of judges are now being appointed who reflect a particular worldview and make those judgments accordingly. We are now living during the rise of the Christian Taliban.

In this Theocracy the Christian Taliban present their values as the only values and enact them into law. The control of women by men is high on the agenda, especially when it comes to reproductive rights. The Ayatollahs of the Christian right – megachurch pastors, televangelists, popular conservative authors, religio-political pundits – present the absolute truths by which everyone should conform. They go so far as to criminalize the violation of their Christian Sharia and punish those who do not conform.

In a regime theocracy such as the Reichkirke in Nazi Germany – the State Lutheran Church became the legitimizer of the Third Reich, naming Hitler as God’s manifestation in the world. As Swastikas flew alongside crosses, there was no separation, no independent ethical reflection, no protest against any policy on the basis of faith or morals. The values and goals of the state were baptized by the church and the church became the religious arm of the regime, the megaphone for religious propaganda. In exchange for that submission the church received the tokens of power, prestige and protection. Until it shamefully came crashing down.

Religions that participate in theocracies inevitably lose their souls for worshiping the golden calves of power. The governments often end up endorsing narrow religious views that are not shared by the majority of its citizens; people conform only under the threat of punishment. Both are sullied in the process.

Protest of a theocracy can be very difficult, especially as power is centralized. But resistance is essential, a necessary refusal to accept either side of the toxic formula. The religious values of the theocratic religion must be publicly critiqued. The government’s policies must be publicly critiqued. And all of this must take place through an articulation of a different set of values and ideals.

The Christian Taliban are terrified of true freedom, allowing for real moral choice on the part of fellow citizens. They deal with this terror of freedom by attempting to control everything and everyone through coercive power. Freedom is the opposite of that and advocating for it, insisting upon it, requires suffering on the part of resisters. The Taliban are fierce in their crusades. They are willing to do anything to both seize and retain power.

The difference between living in a Theocracy and a free society is that in a free society one religious group does not set the agenda, limits, rules, or priorities for everyone else. That Christian Sharia does not become the law of the land, defined by Christian Ayatollahs and codified by Christian Taliban.

Theocracy? Here? Now?

For God’s sake, no.

Six Doors to the Seventh Dimension CoverIf you are looking for an imaginative source for your meditation I hope you will consider Six Doors to the Seventh Dimension. This slender book of seven chapters is meant to be pondered slowly, line by line, image by image. Drawing on the time-honored metaphor of locale as spiritual terrain, the book guides the reader through the house of life and that which is beyond appearances.

I wrote Six Doors with a team of creators. My partners were poet Genevieve Howard and artist Jenny McGee. It was a stimulating project with outcomes unknown to any of us at the beginning of our journey.

You may obtain your own copy of Six Doors to the Seventh Dimension directly from the publisher, Wipf & Stock, or from Amazon.

 

When we discovered the age, gender and color of the shooter who walked into a synagogue in Poway, California, and blazed away with his AR-15, we were sickened but not surprised; he fit the profile of most of the people responsible for American mass shootings today. In other recent shootings we have also been sickened, but not surprised to discover the religio-ideological underpinnings of the shooters. They have predictably been a part of white nationalist, supremacist, fascist, quasi-religious hate groups. If there are people who should remain on the domestic terrorist list, they are these.

But then came John Earnest, an active member of a fundamentalist Presbyterian Church.

To be perfectly clear, most members of fundamentalist Christian movements don’t go shooting up Synagogues. This is an anomaly, a sick exception. That said, the seven page manifesto Ernest published before committing the act is troubling to insiders of the very denomination that formed him. Why? Because he used their own theology to make the case for killing Jews. And that should be troubling to us all.

There are aspects of the theology of the Orthodox Presbyterian Church that are common to many Reformed movements. Divine election is one of those doctrines. And Christian exclusivism is another: God chooses who are saved and who are not and the Christian way is superior to every other form of faith. Other religious forms should not only be considered different but heretical and evil. We are the chosen ones, no others, and God judges the rest to Hell.

The outcome of such theological thinking has impact on more than one’s destiny as either the saved or the damned. It has to do with who is defined as acceptable and who is not. It defines the worth of people according to that system. Unfortunately, that translates into a host of other value judgments: Who deserves fair treatment and not, who should be protected and not, and who should be cared for and not.

What is missing, of course, is the essential teaching – found in the same sacred writ – on how one is to love the neighbor and treat the stranger. This absolutely relates to the issue at hand: violence committed in the name of God and justified according to a religious system.

Because the religious movement of John Earnest does not hold to convictions about the importance of reunited of Jews in the homeland of Israel as a part of some apocalyptic prequel, Jews, Israel and Judaism are viewed as superseded and replaced by Christian faith. Therefore, they become unnecessary. Since there is no longer any need to protect the Jews a terrible leap is made: The Jews are obstacles, Christ-killers, a drain on the world, a problem that needs a solution. Our minds already travel back to Germany during the rise of Hitler and the Nazis. Jews were assigned derogatory terms to dehumanize them and make it easier to liquidate them. They were described as objects of scorn that must be disposed.

From the position of Christian and national exclusivism it is a short journey to labeling other groups of people as inferior, evil, parasites, and monsters. This thinking lives like biotics in the bowels of fundamentalist religious systems and seeps out through language. That is the origin of Neo-Nazism today. It flowers when no one bothers to offset that with the preponderance of teaching from the entire Christian tradition. And therein lies the problem.

What the Christian movement of John Earnest is struggling with now is what they did not teach, what they left out, and what may have been assumed but remained unstated. No matter what else they taught, they did not insist that love of the neighbor means you cannot mistreat, torture and slaughter the neighbor. What they ironically left out was, well, Jesus. Over and over again Jesus led people to the merciful God, told stories of love, kindness and faithfulness, and exposed the hypocrisy of using religion to justify prejudice. And Jesus unmistakably critiqued any cultural religion that simply baptized its own biases and covered its greed, arrogance and hatred in stained glass.

After the shooting and the release of his Christo-racist manifesto, the church and family members of John Earnest expressed their horror at such thinking, something they denounced. But the haunting question remains: How could he have draw the conclusion that white supremacy and its most radical expression was acceptable?

Sometimes it is what we leave unspoken that does the greatest harm.