I’m reading two books simultaneously at the present, which is not unusual for me or many. What is a bit different is their remarkably different genres which must be read, encountered differently.

The first is the Pillar of Prayer, the classic Jewish devotional book that goes deep into contemplative prayer, the Kabbalah and teaching of the Baal Shem Tov and his school. I’ve been at this one for some time and it’s not just because it’s a long read, which it is, but because of the kind of literature it is. Deeply spiritual books that contain highly esoteric and abstract spiritual thought require much pondering. Yesterday I spent an hour reading two pages. Every paragraph, and often every sentence or phrase within a sentence brought me pause; I stopped and reflected, meditated, often departing to other places from there. For example, one passage dealt with a favorite theme, the appearance of distractions in prayer. Who among us does not struggle with that? And the Baal Shem wrote that when a distracting thought appears one has to discern whether or not it is a path of grace. Some distractions take us away from our goal of union with the infinite, and so we quietly let them pass through. Others come bearing the seeds of the holy in disguise. Each thought, impulse and image has within it the seed of God’s presence. So how do we take an ordinary distraction, one that seems like it stands over and against the spiritual purpose, and “repair and raise them?” You read that sentence, contemplate that thought, sink into the truth of it, and you have your daily bread. Some books are meant to be read very, very slowly, in a devotional manner, or else not at all. It is not the time for skimming or speed reading.

The other book I’m just now wading into is Michael Sandel’s What Money Can’t Buy: The Moral Limits of Markets (FSG, 2012). It’s quite striking, his identification of the ethical challenges of living in not only a market-driven economy, but what has become a market-driven society. “What,” he asks the reader, “shouldn’t be for sale?” This is the kind of book that can be read quickly, especially if you have a bit of background in social ethics. The ideas are lodged on the conscious level, not highly symbolic. Moral concepts such as liberty and fairness are contrasted in particular social situations. Assumptions are identified and arguments considered. I started this morning and I’m a quarter of the way through it. And that is appropriate for this kind of book. I may want to stop and ponder applications or contrasts with, say, Biblical ethics, or with another book on social politics, but travel may be by high speed rail.

I know that our brains have to digest different kinds of discourse and ideas differently. We hear the voices of different authors differently. And some material is new and some is familiar, so we are able to sort through it more or less easily, depending. But what is most important, I think, is that truth, reality and our consciousness of it operates at different levels. For instance, you engage with the intricacies of building a new house in one way and receiving and responding to a work of art in another. They both ask something of you and that something is unique to the reality doing the asking. If you are contending with cancer then you want to know the scientific identification of exact detail that can be matched with exact therapies. But the spiritual resources that inform your whole being ask something more of you. There is one and then there is the other.

I think people operate in the house of religion differently, too. Some skate on the surface of facts and information, compiling a body of things to believe in. That’s one level. You memorize lists. But beneath that, in the much less conscious realm, the one beyond our control, mysteries and wonder unfold that defy logic and rationality. They appear unannounced, asking something of us. And sometimes the going slows to a crawl. Until we have to stop.

Having recently become a serious consumer of health care I’ve begun to notice realities formerly hidden from view, at least my view. Of course, as a pastor, I’m around health care institutions and people receiving treatment all the time. It is part of my normal. But certain revelations come only when you are sitting in the receiver’s role.

For one, we have been blessed to receive health care of a superior nature. Not all do.  Nor do they have access to such. When it comes to 3rd world, 2nd world realities, I’ve witnessed that up close and personal. I know the difference. I remember being in a small little village in Ecuador when a peasant approached us and pleaded with us to come to his shack to visit his teenaged daughter. When we entered the dirt floor shack we discovered her laying on a pallet in obvious pain surrounded by loved ones. They uncovered the blanket to reveal what was an enormous tumor on her leg. Our doctor looked at me and shook his head; there was nothing to do. The only thing we could do was obtain morphine and provide the most minimal palliative care. Her father invited me to return to that same shack to read the 23rd Psalm and pray following her death a few days later. No, she did not have access to medical care, the kind that early intervention could have helped. It wasn’t there.

But when I say that not all people have access I’m not only referring to the 3rd world. The discrepancy is right here.

As we receive top drawer medical attention I am hyper-aware of the 30 million or so Americans who have no medical insurance. Let me tell you, I’ve been looking at those bills as they’ve come in and our modest co-pays. The amounts are staggering for the diagnostics alone. And those costs are merited. We have the most sophisticated medical system in the world. It’s expensive because that level of care – and all the research and infrastructure that makes it possible – is expensive. It just is. And who would want less?

I look at those bills and consider a person without medical insurance. There is an impossibility of paying for such care, especially if you are a person of modest means. And what that means is that the system rations that very carefully for you, the uninsured, precisely because you can’t pay for it. Certain tests are passed by. Shortcuts are taken. And your care – for the poor or uninsured – becomes minimal care, usually without preventive dimensions present at all. When the emergency room is your provider it’s always crisis care, and expensive to the hospital and public. It’s the worst possible solution.

We have friends who have been downsized from their jobs and then lost their health care simultaneously. Sure, with a Cobra they extend coverage for a while – but at an astronomical rate. Who can pay for that when you’ve lost your job anyway?

And we’ve considered what it would be like for Kathy – now with a preexisting condition – to somehow lose our insurance and then be faced with being excluded from future coverage for that very reason, at her time of greatest need. We could buy coverage at an inflated rate or none at all. Would we take short cuts to afford it? Probably. Or they would be made for us.

It seems to me that I, from a privileged position of having access to outstanding health care, would be on morally shaky ground if I were to suggest that it’s just fine for others not to have it when I do. And the measure of a just and compassionate society, it seems to me, is to make that happen. There are many ways to skin the health care cat, I know. But turning a blind eye to the problems is not acceptable, especially for those of us who know that we stand before a righteous and merciful God.

Most of us who have tried to integrate the world of spirit with the world of science, recognizing their distinctive ways and yet common reality, have insisted that we overcome religious dualism when it comes to health, wholeness and medicine. Some religious traditions present a kind of “either-or” approach; spiritual healing OR modern medical science. In fact, reliance on medical science is seen by some of the faithful as a kind of weakness, that you didn’t quite have enough faith to rely on God alone. Whole movements like Christian Science take this view. They are to be lauded for their insistence that spiritual healing is real and faith matters. But they are at fault when they toss out this baby with the bath water.

God is present in all aspects of healing because God is in everything. God is present through the community of prayer. God is present in hope and faith of the patient. God is in the healing touch of doctors and nurses and staff. God is present in brilliant research that discovers why the body acts the way it does and what can be done about it. God is in all these things.

As Kathy has moved through the maze of diagnostics and then treatment, I have become even more aware of this unity. What is not acceptable is a spiritual dualism, an either-or of faith or of medicine. It is a holy both-and. With an increasing awareness of this unity we began to change our language. “Pray for God’s healing or the healing of medicine” has become “Pray for spiritual healing and the healing by God’s doctors, God’s researchers, God’s treatment.” All of it. Together. One.

As I sat in the waiting room of the oncology clinic today with Kathy somewhere in the depths of the next test, the live news feed came through the tele: mass murderer James Holmes makes his first court appearance. There he is, the clownishly appearing dazed suspect. If he is the one, and they are pretty sure it is so, he waltzed into a movie theater full of people excited to watch the new Batman film. What they got instead was a coward shooting fish in a barrel. When the smoke cleared they apprehended the psuedo-Ninja and took him into custody.

I’m trying to get my head around his head – an impossible thing to do, really – and attempt to comprehend such an act, which is of course, incomprehensible. But as I do so the people steadily wander through for testing or treatment or comfort. Doctors and staff are doing everything humanly possible to save life, protect the dignity of life, give people a fighting chance. The people who are waiting would do almost anything to live or to help their loved ones live.

And just a couple of states away the angel of death cut down the corn with his scythe. The pursuit of death, the pursuit of life, all in the same world, same time.

Where is hope? Where is justice? Where is inhumanity?

Right here, right here.

For Everyone

Posted: July 20, 2012 in Uncategorized
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Some of the finest things pass unnoticed before our sleepy eyes. Like our state’s parks and facilities, for instance!

In recent travels we have enjoyed visiting some of the facilities overseen by our Missouri Department of Natural Resources. Outstanding! Whether it be parks, camping facilities, a site of historic preservation, or hiking trails, our natural environment has been both protected and made available to the public through careful management and oversight.

This is one example of the important role of state government for a society. This is not a case of government mismanagement and reckless spending – the caricature we hear all the time. To the contrary, this is good stewardship by the people for all the people. And some things deserve the attention of more than the private sector; they belong to the public. This requires tax support. And that’s alright by me. I appreciate that my portion is used for such a noble purpose.

And while I’m on a roll, the green space and parks of Columbia’s Parks and Recreation are another example. Provided to increase the quality of life for all our citizens, these facilities provide space for organized sports, fishing, picnicking, hiking and all the rest. It takes a community to insure a quality of life for the community. It takes a state to do the same for an entire state. And yes, it takes special focused effort of a nation to provide for enduring, safe, sustained natural resources.

Some initiatives are best envisioned and implemented in the private sector. Some are best stewarded by local communities. While others of broader scope best overseen by state and federal government. It’s about the common good. And wisdom helps us decide which is most appropriate in each case.

A friend gave me a copy of the this year’s graduation address to the Harvard Medical School by Donald Berwick, MD (JAMA, June 27, 2012, Vol 307, No. 24). In the address Berwick told his own story of working with a patient named Isaac – a young man who was treated for his leukemia but killed by the world. And his challenge to those budding young doctors was for them to be healers not only of the body but of the world that often crushes the body. He concluded by saying:

“If Isaiah needs a bone marrow transplant, then, by the oath you swear, you will get it for him. But Isaiah needs more. He needs the compassion of a nation, the generosity of a commonwealth. He needs justice. He needs a nation to recall that, no matter what the polls say, and no matter what happens to be temporarily convenient at a time of political combat and economic stress, that the moral test transcends convenience.”

An Update on Kathy

Posted: July 17, 2012 in Uncategorized

I want to share an update on Kathy’s condition. The last time I sent out a note it was to announce an initial diagnosis: metastatic non small cell carcinoma. It was first found in bone lesions, having already spread from the primary source. After further biopsies and analysis the source was located: breast. Not only that, the particular variety of breast cancer is receptive to estrogen blockers. What that means is that because cancer loves estrogen, you turn off the estrogen tap and starve it.

This is the best of all possibilities, all things considered. Kathy will begin her estrogen blockers directly. At this point she will not need surgery, chemo or radiation.

Of course, this comes as a great relief because this particular disease is treatable and manageable. The prognosis is good. And we are so thankful.

In addition to state of the art medical care, we treasure the loving support that has surrounded us during these recent anxious weeks. A host of prayerful and loving souls have been there with prayer, quiet assurance, notes and other surprises. Our Broadway family of faith has shown itself to be just that, a family with all the love that families carry. How could we be so fortunate to be in such a congregation? Friends from around the country and from former churches have reached across time and space to let us know we are not alone. It is absolutely humbling.

There is no adequate way to say thank you, but I will try:

Thank you for caring, loving and standing beside us. We will never forget it.

And speaking of standing beside … let us do just that, especially for all those who have not received such positive news and who tremble before great uncertainty. For them let us lift our prayers, extend our love and lighten what can be an exceedingly heavy load.

Grace and Peace,
Tim

I’m now reading the classic out of Jewish mysticism, Pillars of Prayer. It is a collection of writings on the practice of prayer, reflections on the Kabbalah,  from the Ba’al Shem Tov and his school. The third chapter is given to the experience of “constricted consciousness,” and they give no little time to addressing this condition of the spiritual life.

The life of prayer is the constant journey to unite with the beloved, to attach oneself to the holy presence of God. There are different levels of attainment, like climbing a ladder. And many times on this journey toward union the mind, the heart, seems blocked, constricted, blind to the upper reaches, what they call the upper worlds. If one encounters such a time, that is not the moment to say, “Well, I’m not in the mood, I’d better wait until I feel like it.” To the contrary, that is exactly the time to persist in the constriction for a grace may come that dissipates that constriction instantaneously.

I’ve often had those “constricted” or dry times in my spiritual life, in my prayer life, in my relationships, in my everything. Like the impact of drought on the cracked earth, I wait with sand in my mouth. And when, through some grace not my own, I have waited expectantly, or even when I was not aware of waiting, the dam broke and water burst over the spillways.

There is something else about those constricted times, when one feels disconnected from the source of our life. When we are constricted, not able to access the higher realms of spirit, we are pushed down to this human level to experience it in its fullness. And here is the catch, according to the Ba’al Shem Tov: Since God is everywhere and in everything, we are pushed to the place where God fills the world. In other words, we may not be in divine union, but we are experiencing the way God fills every manifestation of God, the creation in all its aspects. Some even went so far as to say that constriction, keeping us anchored, is the source of conversion for the neighbor; we sink our passion/compassion into this world and not another. It’s why we can find the sacred in everything from suffering to sex to surfing.

Blessing comes in many forms, as does God. And I part with two other words from the Ba’al Shem.

The first is that where your thoughts go your whole being goes. What our minds attach to is where we are.

The second is that in reading sacred verse or saying prayers, we should “scream silently.” What he meant by “scream” is something akin to intensity. We should channel our energy and passion like a lazer.

The Quaker mystic Howard Thurman put it this way: The shaft of frustration transformed into a beam of light.

So let’s hear it for constricted … until it’s not.

For those who are most familiar with the Christian path, receiving and keeping the Sabbath is one of our primary spiritual practices. It is rooted in the rest of God at the end of creation and paralleled in the people of God setting aside the seventh day. This day is a day of rest, yes, the way we suspend commerce, buying and selling, and focus on the provision of God. The Sabbath is a gift to be received, personified as the feminine Shekinah – active presence of God – in Judaism. On Sabbath eve the observant Jewish family lights the seven candles and sings her into the home.

As Christians designated the seventh day to be Sunday – the day Jesus rose – it became the day set apart for Sabbath rest and worship. Beginning at sunset on Saturday it continues to sunset on Sunday.

We gather to worship God and establish our ultimate priorities by setting aside time for God, for one another, for the soul’s rest. But this week I remembered another reason we gather together to keep Sabbath – for the other.

Since Kathy has been diagnosed with cancer our congregation has enfolded us. Indeed, friends, acquaintances and former church friends from across the country have sent greetings of love. One thing stands out more than any other: When our church family stands beside us in times of joy or sorrow, it makes a spiritual, a qualitative difference. It’s not just that practical help is offered and appreciated though it is that. What matters is the sense of community before God. When we gather in worship at such times, confessing our ultimate dependence on God, the whole community is present in solidarity.

Perhaps that is why people seem surprised at my response when they ask what they can do to help: Please join me in worship. Gather around the Lord’s Table with us. Be in prayer with the whole community. That is how you can support me best and most deeply.

So often, when we decide whether we are going to be present in worship it is for selfish reasons: What can I get out of it? Am I being fed? Do I feel like it right now? Is there something I’d rather do?Am I “too busy?” (For God? Really?)

These are all questions from a highly individualistic culture.

These questions are radically oriented to the self, about me. These are not questions about, say, the will of God for me or whether I am assuming Christian practices that transform souls.

What I have remembered through this time is how our presence in worship, our observance of the Sabbath, is for God and for the brothers and sisters in the Christian assembly. I’m showing up for the other and until I’m there we’re not all there.

If I have experienced this blessing by loving souls, I know how important the impact must be for others.

Why keep the Sabbath? For God, of course, to put God first. For the progress of our souls, yes, to inspire, teach, and reorient to the Gospel.

But who needs me in worship? What soul needs the whole community present so they may borrow, for a time, the faith they struggle to hold?

Halfway through Zalman Schachter-Shalomi’s A Heart Afire – his comprehensive collection of stories and teachings of the early Jewish Hasidic Masters – I discovered the the writings of the successor to the Ba’al Shem Tov, the Maggid of Mezritch. He was an especially gifted teacher, defining the ways in which a master teacher is able to communicate large truths and bodies of wisdom in ways the student can comprehend them.

One of his delightful interpretive teachings portrayed the Kabbalah – the collection of mystical Jewish writings – as a body. His anatomy of the Kabbalah included four levels of encountering Torah.

The skin represents the simple, surface reading of the text. The underlying muscle is equivalent to the help we might find in daily living. The tendons and sinews move us to the allegorical interpretation that turns us from the superficial to the deeply spiritual meaning. And the bone is the deepest level, the marrow, the hidden structure that determines all layers above.

Each word of Torah, each letter, said he, may be viewed in the same way; one moves from surface to “bone” and the journey is not automatic or accessible to all. Only a few are able to taste the marrow.

This insight is a gift for all of us, regardless our tradition, for we all read and interpret our sacred scriptures. This encounter takes place on many levels – superficial story, life application, shocking insight, opening mystery – and not everyone is able to access all levels. Like a parable, the story speaks to each one in the place they presently reside.

The challenge, it seems to me, is to present the “diamond with many facets” in such a way that each person may discover their “own Torah,” their portion, where they are. Hopefully, with the aid of wise teachers and experienced spiritual travelers, we are able to move from skin to bone, not only in the reading of texts, but in the way we live our lives in the spirit.

This reminds me of another Hasidic story:

Once upon a time as a Rabbi was conducting services he noticed a man in the back row, looking downward and muttering to himself. As the Rabbi listened more carefully he could tell that the man was reciting his ABCs over and over again. After the service was over he went to the man and introduced himself. He asked the man about what he was repeating in the service and he said, “I am a simple man who doesn’t know how to pray. And so I decided that I would say the ABCs and just let God put it all together in the right prayer.”

You could call that skin. Or you could call it bone.