A Piece of Pi

Posted: December 17, 2012 in Uncategorized
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As far as books and movies go, I often do them in reverse order: I’ve missed the book, catch the movie based on the book, and then go back and pick up the book. Such was the case with The Life of Pi.

The movie is a masterpiece of fancy. Its cinematography is stunning. And the plot is as fascinating as that of the book. Speaking of the book, this gem by Yan Martel is so, well, pleasurable. If you have the slightest interest in things religious or philosophical it will slide on like an old shoe. And he writes in such a way that you want to turn to the next chapter; that’s how his plot pulls you along through its first person description of his life.

Time to share a golden nugget:

“Atheists are my brothers and sisters of a different faith, and every word they speak speaks of faith. Like me, they go as far as the legs of reason will carry them – and then they leap.

I’ll be honest about it. It is not atheists who get stuck in my craw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for a while. We must all pass through the garden of Gethsemane. If Christ played with doubt, so must we. If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the cross, ‘My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?’ then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.” (28)

O God of the rising sun and its setting
in you we live, thrive and exult in your goodness.

Our days pass like a shadow
joy fills our hearts
sorrow shakes the soul
and hope sets us free.

If the earth were to swallow us
we would not blame the shifting crust
the earth that must move
even if it hurts by being itself.

But when one of our own
a child himself who knows children
pours wrath into hallways
running red
we do not understand
and we do blame
for there can be no other explanation
for such madness
and evil.

But just now
with nothing left to do
we raise the sparks
of holy hope and love
upward, from whence
every shred of life
comes and returns
in season and out.

Amen.

Birthday Wishes

Posted: December 8, 2012 in Uncategorized

On the day of my nativity
forget the cake or card.
Forgo the golden eagle
the gift from Monkey Wards.

It’s not that I won’t like them
little gestures, for I will.
But what I want this day of days
is a gift that really thrills:

A bit of sanity here and there
spread thick upon our congress
that plays on cliffs like games of sport
could make me feel less onerous.

Cookies and milk instead of guns
in Syria, Egypt and Gaza,
could make for peace and not for war
some coffee in the plaza?

And in the end, when souls do shake
because no anchors hold them
the way of love and hope and joy
could be our Halleluiah!

Mary’s Song

Posted: December 6, 2012 in Uncategorized
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On the forthcoming second Sunday of Advent, we will be visiting Mary and her song of praise, the Magnificat. I have written a poem based on this text, Luke 1:45b-55, one adapted for an Advent Carol by Charlie Kyriakos:

Up and down
then and now
before my God
I humbly bow

For in this place
of low estate
the Lord of life
did know my place

In this act
selfless love
the Savior comes
from heights above

And every soul
from every time
now hears my song
and trusts the sign

It was in 1990 that the United States passed the Americans with Disabilities Act. This legislation was a major step forward for a compassionate society. We did the right thing.

Now, in our United States Senate, they just voted DOWN extending our American influence in making a similar kind of statement on the world stage. Adding ourselves to the roster of other nations supporting a United Nations treaty on the rights of those with disabilities would require nothing additional from us. The petition is based on our own American legislation that already exists! We are the model for what we voted down!

Even with former Senator Bob Dole and present Senator John McCain present, those who have suffered disabling conditions from their military service, their cowardly colleagues (some of whom voted twenty years ago for the Americans with Disabilities Act!) voted this down. How embarrassing.

And why? It is no mystery. They are cowed by the Tea Party who vow to unseat them unless they follow their narrow agenda. And in this case? Well, you never know what this global statement might do to bring some intrusion into our home schooling. There is no threat!

This is how sick our indebtedness to special interests and the fringes has become. What is at stake? Integrity, of course. Integrity.

Shame!

The Life of Pi and Christmas

Posted: December 4, 2012 in Uncategorized
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For those of you who have read the book or seen the movie The Life of Pi you know that Pi is the nickname of the main character, a man from India who weaves a fantastic story of survival following the sinking of the cargo ship that was transporting him and his family to a new life.

Without spoiling the film for those who have yet to see it, the fantastic adventure is positioned at the blurry intersection of fantasy and reality, and in fact questions which is which. By the end of the narrative we are confronted with a decision about which of two stories is the real one. Or more carefully put, which we choose to be the real one.

That is a post-modern question, one that challenges the notion of absolute objectivity. All of life is interpreted through a subjective lens. We assign or attribute meaning to events. And that is often done by symbolizing them, mythologizing them.

Listen to the stories people weave to explain what has happened to them, what they have experienced. What we often hear is a combination of what we might call facts – events or occurrences that have multiple attestations, that several people might describe in the same way – and also an interpretation of what those facts mean. Sometimes the interpretation of the facts bears little resemblance to the original matter at hand. And some people are more imaginative and grandiose than others!

In addition, our memories are not absolute, tape recorders, a YouTube in the brain’s memory bank. We take the raw material and craft it into narratives that fit with our notion of the way life is, what we think we are. That is what is shared, often in an altered form, re-presenting reality.

For those who care about such things, the preaching of the New Testament is that way. There is what happened and then a proclamation of the meaning of what happened. It is theology more than history. Fact and interpretation are woven together in a patchwork often difficult to separate out, if you want to do that at all. And that’s how to understand, interpret the Christmas story as presented in the Gospels, the incredible birth narratives we sing and read and dramatize this time in the church year. They are presentations of the meaning of a God who infuses the world with a holy presence.

In the end, you may ask yourself which story is the real one. Is it the description of bare bones data, of this thing that really happened here in this way? Or is it the poetic rendering of truth, a narrative that catches the beauty, shares the wonder, and helps us transcend the ordinary to embrace the extraordinary? As with The Life of Pi you will have to choose. We know what the reductionistic mindset will do. But what about you?

Weddings and Worship

Posted: November 27, 2012 in Uncategorized
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This immediate past Sunday our congregation had a treat. At the close of one of our worship services two of our own stepped forward and were married. It was a delight in all ways. The wedding was over in five minutes, it had to be. But that did not diminish its importance in the slightest.

Those few minutes clarified a great deal for me, not only about worship, but about weddings. Since we have multiple worship services every week and I’ve been at this for more than three decades I have led no less than 3,000 worship services. And I have presided at hundreds of weddings.

To begin with, the wedding in worship we witnessed this weekend would not, could not work for just anyone. The bride and groom are an intimate part of the community, the church being their spiritual home. Exchanging vows in that context was natural and beautiful because of that. And for the worshiping  community, that five minutes at the close of worship did not detract from worship, but rather amplified the strong connection between our collective life together and our personal lives. It was testimony without being preachy.

In the Christian life we always say that weddings should be a form of worship. Some are more than others. Many lapse into cultural spectacles or shows. They can be more or less God-centered, depending. But it’s a hard thing to transform what has become a cultural stereotype into something more. When you attempt it, the result often comes off as mechanical or stilted – unless – you change the context of the wedding altogether. That means avoiding all the accoutrements and hype that normally accompany it.

When you attempt to transform a wedding into a worship there are built-in challenges. One is that over half of the crowd will not be there to worship. They are there because of friendship or kinship ties. A preponderance of attendees don’t worship regularly in any Christian community, if they are Christian at all. They have no experience or Christian formation that might help them understand a thing that’s going on. And when it comes to having communion at a wedding, we skate on thinner ice still. How do you invite people to participate in something that is little more than a mid-service snack?

Some weddings can become more worshipful – if you really work at it. And what I discovered this weekend is that it is possible to bring weddings – some weddings – to worship. They should somehow be informing one another, worship and weddings. And the souls at Broadway Christian Church just discovered that truth on a typical Sunday morning through a quintessential sign of loving God and one another.

Finally, the collective ritual of gluttony is over. No, I’m not referring to Thanksgiving. I mean the day after.

We have institutionalized acquisitiveness to the point of declaring a national holiday for buying things. Black Friday has become a red letter day on the cultural holiday. If you are a patriotic citizen it is your bounden duty to get out there and spend what you don’t have in order to save money. Don’t you care about the economy? I mean, really, my patriot friend, get out there and run up your charge card!

We all know that the retail business depends on recurring seasons of spending. Each “holiday” is a revenue opportunity. Adding and institutionalizing new ones keeps the cash register humming. None of this, however, addresses the question of sustainability – either individually or collectively. The way to happiness is not through avarice or gluttony. The incessant advertising barrages would have us believe otherwise.

One of the answers is to observe a protest, an Un Black Friday. The day after Thanksgiving is precisely the day to not gorge ourselves with things. It is the perfect day to be quiet, read, take walks, chat with friends and otherwise receive the gift of the day.

To focus us for the revolution, here are words taken from Common Prayer: A Liturgy for Ordinary Radicals:

Lord, help me now to unclutter my life, to organize myself in the direction of simplicity.

Teach me to listen to my heart.
Teach me to welcome change, instead of fearing it.
I give you these stirrings inside me:
my discontent, restlessness, doubt, and despair.

I give you all the longings I hold inside.
Help me to listen to these signs of change, of growth.
Help me to listen seriously and follow where they lead through the breathtaking empty space of an open door.

Here’s to uncluttered space, to the breathtaking empty space on Un Black Friday.

Common Prayer: A Liturgy for Ordinary Radicals (Zondervan, 2012):

Lord, you have always given bread for the coming day;

     and though I am poor, today I believe.

Lord, you have always given strength for the coming day;

     and though I am weak, today I believe.

Lord, you have always given peace for the coming day;

     and though of anxious heart, today I believe.

Lord, you have always kept me safe in trials;

     and now, tried as I am, today I believe.

Lord, you have always marked the road for the coming day;

     and though it may be hidden, today I believe.

Lord, you have always lightened this darkness of mine;

     and though the night is here, today I believe.

Lord, you have always spoken when time was ripe;

     and though you be silent, today I believe.

1. We didn’t get everything we asked for in the form we imagined

2. Just the right struggle and loss brought forth the hidden strength

3. Having less made us regard we do have as more precious

4. The ending we feared was accompanied by a delightful new beginning

5. Our body betrayed a truth we had overlooked

6. The arriving day of Thanksgiving helped us number our days

7. Seeing the photograph brought a painful memory … and healing

8. Letting go of trying to be the traffic cop of the universe set us free

9. Honoring the submerged voice of truth in ourselves helped us attend to that in others

10. Discovering that this world of ours is much simpler, more complex, unexplainable, elegant, horrific and beautiful than we thought it was

(Add to the list …)