I visited my brother in Joplin this week. I stopped by as I drove through on the way to a week of spiritual renewal in New Mexico. We sat in the Starbucks off I-44 on Rangeline and sipped iced coffee. Interesting developments in the tornado-ravaged town:

First, the task of debris removal is way ahead of schedule. The non-stop professional removal process segregates types of debris – electronics, metal, hazardous, trees – and removes it to particular dumps and landfills. A moratorium was placed on all new building in the destruction zone to keep people out of the way. That has now been lifted. All removal must be done by mid-August to continue to receive government funding for the project – 90% of the total. The city government informed residents that if it weren’t for Federal assistance the city of Joplin would have been bankrupted.

Side bar: The last residents of the Red Cross shelters left after several weeks of the tornado and many persons without permanent shelter were staying with relatives and friends. If people had homes with insurance then that covered the cost of getting them back into housing. If they were apartment dwellers and had no relatives and friends who could take them in, they were less fortunate. A number of those turned to …

Side bar: Shortly after the disaster a local citizen named Clyde put his large tracts of land to use for shelter. His properties adjoin Shoal Creek and so he created space for a temporary tent city. The locals call it Clyde Park (!). Anyone who so desired could set up their tent and camp until they found ways to secure other shelter. He brought in water, electricity and porta- potties.

Side bar: FEMAville is a trailer city and reaches for blocks and blocks. The limit for time spent in a FEMA trailer is 18 months. They were a God send for many people and they were delivered and set up in a timely and helpful way.

Side bar: The volunteer situation is still very iffy. My brother’s Methodist church was ready to house 40 volunteers from other Methodist churches out of the area but had to cancel the whole thing at the last moment because unforeseen obstacles prevented their coming. That is happening with some frequency, those kinds of interruptions. Still, the most common message from those on the ground (including our Disciples pastors in Joplin) is that there will be plenty of time to send teams to help in the future, but now probably isn’t the best.

Side bar: Who needs the help? If you had insurance that covered your affected home or affected business then you just paid to have professionals take care of the mess – removal or repair. Volunteers have mostly been working with those without insurance who had no way to move forward alone. That tends to be the demographic most served.

Side bar: Everything affects everything else. Employment has been interrupted because businesses and employers were so direly affected. Job loss then becomes another challenge for income which affects obtaining housing and so on and so on. The dominoes fall.

Last Side bar: My once Republican, libertarian-leaning brother told a story about a group of Chiropractors from another state who made a journey to Joplin to bring used equipment so their Joplin colleagues might use to furnish their new offices. About half was usable and the other had to be discarded because no one would put that beat up equipment into new office space. The Joplin crowd expressed their sincere thanks and appreciation for their out-of-state compassionate friends who had traveled so far to help. As the three Joplin men helped unload the truck talk from the out-of-staters turned derogatory toward FEMA, the Federal Government and other governmental agencies. The three Joplin guys froze in their tracks, looked at each other and simply said: “FEMA and the Federal, State, and local governments have been stellar – we couldn’t have made it without them and they were great.” That was not received well by those predisposed toward labeling anything beyond volunteer, private sector help as invalid.

The truth of the matter in Joplin is that a combination of resources – Federal, State, Municipal, networks of first responders and medical personal, utilities companies, insurance companies, private organizations and volunteers all combined efforts to make a great success story.

The time for either-or language is officially over. It’s a case of both-and. Always has been, really. Talk to my brother. He appreciates them all. If he could he would give a big hug to his insurance company, then to Federal Emergency Management, and then to the bunch of church guys that dropped by to help him sort through debris. It’s everybody, every level. It’s not ideological. It’s pragmatic.

Somebody please send a copy of that memo to our elected officials in the capital. They obviously haven’t gotten it. It’s going to take all of us – each layer of our society – reaching out when most appropriate to address whatever need presents itself with whatever resources are most appropriate  to do the job.

P.S. My brother’s new office will be opening in a couple of weeks. Champagne all around.

Abner Womack is professor of Agricultural Economics at FAPRI – Food and Agricultural Policy Research Institute, University of Missouri.

Many have inquired after the identity of the masked economist mentioned in the previous post.

Well, he’s your man!

Just this morning I listened to an economist who does pure research and answers to no political party. He provided a comprehensive, balanced, research-driven, historically based analysis of not only the present economy and most recent recession, but the whole waterfront of the last 100 years. The presentation included macro dynamics of debt, assets, unemployment, energy, concentration of wealth, regulation, market forces, trade and competing philosophies.

I felt like I could breathe again – sanity, balance, reason, real data and the absence of spin.

I’m embarrassed by the ideologically-driven leaders who are pulling the strings of our present political charade. As is often the case, a simple comparison with a man of substance exposed them for who they are and are up to.

Deliver us … from them.

Soon.

I spoke of drawing together the infinite and the tiny, the eternal and timely, and how a mechanical God, a prime mover detached from what was moved will not do. Neither will the dualism that separates creator from creation in such a way that he drops by ever so often, like company staying the night, even cleaning out the gutters for you, on their way to Phoenix. Only the God beyond everything and in everything can work, and does, a mystery so deep it’s everywhere, seen and unseen.

And then, as a string tied to another pen, she sent me the poem of  ee cummings. We know it, even if in part, and his oh so well placed parenthesis:

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

They say that politics is
the power of the possible
the art of compromise and even
a mighty pendulum
swinging back and forth
across some invisible point of balance

Spend less, take in more
Fund this, don’t fund that
Make the opposition sweat
Please the base and their checkbooks
Raise the curtain and smile big
for the ones who bought our ticket

But those familiar with the drama
know it more as a game of chess
with the opening move, and counter,
the sacrifice of the dispensable
for better position on the board
and driven dreams of checkmate

The goal of politics, today, is not
longing for the common good,
but vanquishing the steely eyed opponent
across that broad expanse of squares,
the last thing standing between a victory
seldom had and enjoyed by few

Tim Carson, July 2011

It is a normal, exciting, tiring, hot, inspiring, hopeful week at Music, Art and Drama camp. They are all middle school age, hormonally charged, exuberant, self-conscious and delighting in what can be created and created in a spiritual sense. In addition to working on a musical which they will present to their parents and friends at the end of camp they will also be sharing in “masters classes” mid-week. These classes will include opportunity to experiment with art, photography, the ukulele, sacred dance and more. Each day begins with Biblical reflections around the theme and small group time. The day ends with a vespers service.

This week, however, has a different complexion. We are not only male and female, from different places and churches, city and rural, new to camp and old timers. This year we are more racially diverse, and in a significant way. This is a blessing. It also presents the challenges that race always presents in our culture, including in our church culture.

The first day or so is typical for church camp; everyone is adjusting to new routine and surroundings. By the second or third day, however, the tensions around acceptance and fear began to rise to the surface. Cocooning among familiar and safe friends began to take shape. And by mid-day all of the counselors knew that we could not just proceed with business as usual. God had given us an opportunity and we couldn’t ignore it.

We gathered in the main hall seated in chairs in a large circle. Certain concerns about the way people were being treated or excluded came to the fore. And then we started the discussion: What powerful emotions live beneath aggression or anger? Why do we gather in cliques? It didn’t take long to get to those answers. They are such emotions as hurt and fear. Especially fear, the fear that we will not be understood, rejected, considered less than a person. And fear leads to protectiveness and suspicion. The survival instinct rises to the surface.

Another blessing: Some of our camp staff are internationals. One young woman is from Hong Kong. The other is from Columbia, South America. And they speak out, the perfect voices. We are all created in the image of God, said they. And we are all God’s children, regardless of race or nationality. Everyone nods. Jesus loves us all. Who could disagree?

After some time people are invited to share what they will. And one diminutive African American girl says something very quietly, something we couldn’t really hear. And her friends encourage her. And I say that in this place we can share anything, that we need her voice. And from a little voice in this little body comes gigantic words: There is a color difference. We don’t know if you will accept us. We feel treated differently.

Suddenly the elephant in the room is named. And we restate it for everyone to hear. It is then that the real conversation begins, the one we were earlier circling with generalities. Our old nemesis lives on. But for now we have him cornered. Now we can talk openly about race, about fears, about how we might do things differently. It is a scary conversation, but a very good one, too. Because our faithful conversation holds such respectful honesty we are fully alive, fully attentive.

At the end, we covenant to be one in diversity, not confusing uniformity with unity. The real test of unity is exactly whether it thrives in the midst of diversity. Promises are made to love one another as God loves us. Group hug.

But none of that – none of that – could have happened without the courageous and honest voice of one little girl, tiny in stature, who,  in a charmed moment, pried open the rusty door so that we could all walk through it with her.

Anyway

Posted: July 18, 2011 in Uncategorized
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This comes from Kent Keith, required reading for those who want to maintain their integrity in the real world:

Anyway

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win
some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.

You see in the final analysis, it is between you and God;
It was never between you and them anyway.

… Kent Keith

Which is worse?

1. A Postmodern dismissal of any universals, claims to truth or sources of authority that can be trusted

2. A Fundamentalist grasping after non-negotiable doctrines that creates a small and controllable deity

Neither option seems a good one. Where’s the beef? Or boy, have I got a beef.

Let’s just start by saying that the cultural void of nihilism is as profoundly deficient as fundamentalisms that wring every bit of mystery of of the life of faith.

Cultural Nihilism celebrates the subjectivity of nothingness.

But fundamentalistic faith is merely ascent to a list of propositions. Believe this doctrinal list (underline the word believe) and you have the truth and it sets you free. It’s the religious counterpart to the scientific proofs of modernity. We’ll be respectable because we have a logical (or illogical) system. Grant your ascent to it and you have the system and it has you. All is safe and sound. Until it starts leaking, that is.

For cultural nihilism not having anything is celebrated as having something. For religious fundamentalism certainty acts a substitute for faith, even for having God. I have a system about God, but it may actually keep me from God.

Which is it? Neither.

There is reality that exists even when I don’t know about it. There is something rather than nothing. My knowledge of it, my experience of existence, is always subjective and always limited. But we do find pathways to the nature of this reality and our place in it. Those pathways come from different directions and ways of knowing. Science is one, also limited in its powers of observation. And faith is another, full of ways of apprehending the nature of existence in ways that science cannot. They both know things, differently. And in the house of knowledge they sometimes even share a common wall between their two rooms.

This faith thing isn’t as naive and simple as it once may have been. The unquestioned authority of church as spiritual hierarchy is gone. But truth-telling stories of faith continue to guide entire communities and individuals as they are informed by and in conversation with living traditions. This is something, not nothing. And the pathways, though not absolute, are nevertheless pathways. Millions have traversed them. This requires faith, not simply  intellectual ascent. And as Henri Nouwen has said, this journey requires moving from untrue certainty to true uncertainty. That’s hard. And it’s worth the effort.

Rabbit trail: A Muslim writer and psychologist, Dr Naif Al- Mutawa, has just composed a whole schema of superheroes based on the 99 attributes of Allah. In this collaboration between DC Comics in the US and Teshkeel Comics in Kuwait  each hero exhibits one of the traditional qualities lifted up in centrist Islam: mercy, generosity, beauty, justice … and it’s sweeping the Arab world.

A tradition lives on, but in superhero form. The Ancient becomes Modern. There couldn’t be anything more relevant for this time. It’s not nothing, and its not absolutely certain. It depends on faith encountering tradition, which asks more of us and is harder. But it’s worth the trek.

The truth of things has a way of prevailing and enduring. It lasts because it has something worth keeping. Take Jesus’ sayings, for instance. Or the example of his life. Or the lengths to which people will go for the sake of love, or justice or just being a part of the mysterious story of faith.

The answer is out there, as the X Files used to say. Out there and also in there. But it will neither be found with some lazy and unhelpful nihilism nor with the untrue certainties of those who claim to have a corner on the God market.

Deliver us from both.

And deliver us to a new way of faith that asks more of us than either a knee-jerk suspicion or some unthinking adoption of religious systems that are dying faster than the rain forests.

The world deserves more. So do we.

It was at the close of the wedding, after the vows. As a final symbolic gesture water was poured into a large bowl and, taking turns, the bride and groom each kneeled before their new spouse and washed their feet.

We’ve seen it many times on Maundy Thursday, of course, the reenactment of Jesus washing his disciples’ feet as a part of that last supper. You shall love one another, he said. The master of all should be the servant of all.

But this was the first wedding I’ve witnessed in which foot washing was included as a part of the ritual. I like it, not for every wedding, but for those who appreciate what it means. Such a gesture needs to be mutual, going both ways, as partners begin that long process of serving one another as Jesus served his beloved ones.

Question: Can you get cold feet as easily if you know they are going to be washed by someone who loves you?

The 2011 film, Tree of Life, made a powerful showing at the Cannes Film Festival, even though it evoked widely differing reactions. The Terrence Malick film features Brad Pitt, Sean Penn and Jessica Chastain. But for my money the new child actors should have received top honors. They played their parts with a remarkable believability.

If you are looking for a linear narrative plot, this movie is not for you. Save your eight bucks and spend your two hours elsewhere. But if you are interested in how memory, cosmology, suffering, death, life, family, parenting, grief and prayer all intersect, you might consider getting a large popcorn and settling in.

First of all, Malick gives us a big, fat hint at the beginning. Right there, as a kind of foreword, he flashes up a quote from the Book of Job, the final section in which the Lord answer’s Job’s complaint about his suffering from the whirlwind: “Where were you when I established the foundations of the world?” Malick intends to answer that, insofar as anyone can. And the way he attempts to do so is striking.

In this retrospective in which a middle aged man recalls his childhood in Texas, he recalls a dreamy mixture of simple pleasures and heart-wrenching struggle, mostly with the authority of his father. The agony of life which the family endures is the death of one of their sons. And the way the film invites us to travel to a new perspective is an interesting one. It actually is cinema’s attempt to do in its medium what Job originally did in his.

We are catapulted through time, going back to the beginning of things, of an exploding universe, solidifying stars and steaming planets, and the beginning of life and its unfolding  through extremely long periods of time. All of this massive sense of time and unimaginable expanse of space wraps around this one little family and their suffering. We are to see their, our, experience through a much different lens, the bird’s eye lens of enormous creation. Where were you, tiny limited one, when I created everything? The family, especially the mystic-leaning mother, finds a way for their grief and Job’s question to ascend to the heights and boundaries of anyone’s understanding and surrender her beloved unto the great mystery.

Malick gives us other leads, cues that take us on our way. Throughout the film different characters whisper questions to what could be nothing other than their God. So the entire story is peppered with prayer, often accompanied by a soundtrack that includes haunting choral strains of an Agnus Dei (Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world, have mercy on us …).

The end of the matter is wonder as the estranged and separated, suffering and struggling find their way to the beautiful wilderness in which everything returns to the oneness from which it has come in the first place. All the rivers run to the sea but the sea is not full. Everything belongs to and is connected to everything else, one reality, one unity. And there couldn’t be another better title than one based on the solitary symbol present in the beginning and end of the Biblical story, the Tree of Life that is for the healing of the nations.

This is a profoundly religious film that has embraced an ambitious goal. Whether or not it approached the profundity of Job is another question to be answered, but the ambitious goal can only be described as laudable.