our children, ourselves

The week before last I invoked Maurice Sendak’s children’s classic, Where the Wild Things Are.  I’ve been thinking about the stories we tell ourselves and our children ever since.  This is, in part, because I’m always thinking about the ways we choose to tell stories.  And it is, in part, because I’ve been reading Seth Lerer’s delightful overview, Children’s Literature: A Reader’s History from Aesop to Harry Potter.

An observation from Lerer’s Introduction haunts me:  ”Some readers have found children’s literature to be a rack of hats: didactic, useful books that keep us warm or guard us against weather.  I find children’s literature to be a world of snakes: seductive things that live in undergrowths and that may take us whole.” (p. 3)

Leaving aside for a moment the obvious serpent from our sacred stories, I am drawn to Lerer’s contention that the stories we tell our children (and the children still within ourselves) touch on the places that scare us, including the seductive, dangerous, and unknown.  I mentioned in last year’s Earth Sunday sermon my own anxious response to The Lorax by Dr. Seuss, a formative text for my early childhood as I began to worry about the fate of the Earth.  (Any wonder, then, that my theology is so deeply ecological?)  This year I shared about the fright found within Sendak’s tale of adventure that sails on an undercurrent of questions about getting angry and running away.  Perhaps next year I’ll finally get around to Margret and H. A. Rey’s irreplaceable Curious George and all that I learned from that book about following our curiosity and the risks that ensue.  Are these tales racks of hats or worlds of snakes?  In my own case, perhaps the answer is a bit of both.  The purpose of the blog, however, is to ask you:

What children’s stories shaped you?  What stories do you share with the children around you (or with that child still within)?  This author, only thinly disguised as a grown-up would love to know.

J

songs to sing along the way

This week I took a vacation day as old seminary friends came to town for the U2 concert.  We had a lovely time catching up on our life and work, sharing about our families and children, and, following our custom, discussing what we have been listening to of late.  For many of us, music has marked the seasons of our lives, creating soundtracks as individual as each one of us.  I realized, listening to U2 play much of their back catalogue over the course of a two-hour concert, how I relate so many of the songs to very different periods in my life – from the days I was an identity-seeking Middle School kid listening to The Unforgettable Fire to the months I was a college senior grieving for my father while listening to the dark-edged Achtung Baby to the days spent analyzing the postmodern spirituality of Pop for a seminary professor, who then encouraged me to present my ideas to the entire class.

U2 is just one of the bands that has played on my personal soundtrack.  Other significant influences have included the brilliant New Zealand songsmith, Neil Finn, the Hawai’an ukulele player, Iz Kamakawiwo’ole, or the melancholy Oxfordshire heroes, Radiohead.  I could go on and on, but I think I’d rather just ask:

What records have played during the most significant scenes in your story?  What albums do you return to again and again?  What songs do you sing as you pad down the path that we’re all on, searching for something that we can call sacred together?

J

planting the seeds of peace

This Sunday we’ll celebrate Peace Sunday in conjunction with the United Nations’ International Day of Peace.  There are any number of ways to approach such a broad theme – peace – and ask its questions about where peace is to be found or how it is to be made within ourselves, our community, and our world.  This week, however, I’d like to start small.  I’d like to take the idea of peace in bite-sized increments, considering a spirituality that is local, embodied, and sensual.  As many of you know, over the past several years, the garden, the farmers’ market, and the dinner plate have been my teachers.  This week I would like to consider together the relationships between our bodies and our Earth and what this give and take has to do with peace.

J

the public option and the preferential option

This week we’ll consider the health care debate from the perspective of our faith.  Like many of you, I have been alarmed by the shrill voices we have heard in town hall meetings and on Op-Ed pages.  Many of these voices worry about the cost of care, which seems deeply relevant to the debate, but others simply seem to trade in fear and anxiety, hinting at the idea of health care rationing and Americans going without.  The truth is, of course, that rationing is already here and millions of Americans go without every day.  According to the National Council of Churches, nearly 50 million of us currently have no health insurance coverage whatsoever, while tens of millions more either suffer from inadequate coverage or find themselves one or two paychecks away from being bankrupted by a serious illness.  One of the voices that I feel is missing from the debate is the religious voice of compassion, inclusion, and, dare we say, liberation from this dehumanizing status quo.

With this in mind, we’ll consider health care reform on Sunday.  Among the things I am reading or rereading this week are James Cone’s book of liberation theology, God of the Oppressed, Harvey Cox’s essay, “Mammon and the Culture of the Market: A Socio-Theological Critique,” Arnold Relman’s A Second Opinion: Rescuing America’s Health Care, T. R. Reid’s The Healing of America: A Global Quest for Better, Cheaper, and Fairer Health Care, and Maggie Mahar’s Money-Driven Medicince: The Real Reason Health Care Costs So Much.  (The last two volumes listed are detailed in recent episodes of the PBS television programs Frontline and Bill Moyers Journal, respectively.)  Each of these sources influences the way I read our lectionary text, or vice versa, as we hear some old words from the Book of James that invite us to see through our privileged systems to glimpse the poor and the outcast, suggesting that faith is meaningless if it doesn’t act to meet the physical needs of our sisters and brothers (Jas. 2.1-10, 14-17).

Liberation theology affirms that, while all people possess equal dignity and value, we must take the side of those who are poor, marginalized, and struggling for the basics of life and health.  This side-taking is often referred to as the “preferential option” for the poor.  I wonder what it would mean if more people of faith began to raise the voice of liberation theology in the current debate.  I wonder how it would change the conversation to move from the fear of what some of us might lose to the hope of what we all might gain.  I wonder if each of us might find time to call, write, or visit our representatives during this critical moment.  The reform on the table is, in my view, hardly the stuff of systemic liberation.  But the voices of liberation might help us see where we are more clearly and take one more step on the road to a better life for all.

What do you think?

J

a hat full of peas and a toy prius

I’m reflecting this morning on the community garden where many of us have worked this year.  It seems that it was about February when Herb Rothschild, working with Margie, Sara, and a number of other people, introduced us to the garden on Wheeler Avenue.  Our family has come to love visiting the garden and working there.  Through it, we feel more connected to our sister church, Augustana Lutheran, our neighbors who join us to weed and water, and our natural Gulf Coast environment.

The photo was taken on one of our morning visits to the garden.  It pictures a straw hat full of purple hull peas and a toy Prius that Ian brought and set down before heading out to explore.  I am grateful that our family has this connection to the earth; it brings me joy to see Ian eat a carrot just plucked from the ground and rinsed with a hose, Sara tending grapes or carrying compost, or my own shadow supplemented by a long rake handle or the brim of a straw hat.

There are more gardening work days to come, and, with the coming of fall, it will only get more fun.  I invite you to share your own garden experiences here.  Better yet, check your newsletter and meet us some Saturday at the garden.

J

meditation is old and honorable

In her poem, “What I Have Learned So Far,” Mary Oliver writes, “Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside, looking into the shining world?”

This week we’ll consider a number of contemplative themes, including silence, meditation, and mindfulness.  These are themes that we often associate with Asian traditions, notably Hinduism and Buddhism, but they are also present in the history of Christian contemplative practices.  There is also growing evidence that meditative practices lend themselves to our physical and emotional health.  Of late, I’ve been reading Alan Wallace’s Mind in the Balance: Meditation in Science, Buddhism, and Christianity, and this has influenced my thinking.  More importantly, however, is the role of an old seminary professor and genuine mystic, Glenn Hinson.  He never began a class without five full minutes of Quakerlike silence.  I find that my own need for silence runs deep.

As we reflect on reflection, I invite you to post thoughts on your own experiences with silence, meditation, mindfulness, or other contemplative themes.  The photo atop this post was taken at a Zen farm in Northern California where I once spent a number of days in silence.  I look forward to hearing about your own experiences.

J

spirituality and cinema

This week’s meditation will draw on a scene from a film that has haunted me ever since I watched it some years ago.  The film was something of a comedic philosophical romp, playing our deepest existential questions for laughs.  The scene I am reminded of was shot and acted so drily that its best line caught me off guard and doubled me over with laughter.  The line made mention of Jesus and mocked our expectations of him.  I’ll give more detail on Sunday, but, until then, if you’d like to take a guess at the film go ahead.

My question for the blog involves favorite films.  What scenes have haunted you?  What directors have moved you?  What actors have challenged you?  On your own search for meaning, what movie houses have you ducked into and what pictures have you found most memorable?

J

another week, another trail

In this week’s newsletter, I admitted that I did not know where the sermon was going.  Today I find myself with a bit more direction, having started down a path worn by a series of questions that have come up in repeated conversations this year.  The questions are related to loneliness and community, our search for connection, and our ability to relate deeply.

In the newsletter, I put a few broader questions to you:  Where and when have you found sustenance?  What resources sustain you for the journey?  How would you name what you have found along the way?  And might you call it sacred?

A few of you have responded to me by e-mail and then given permission for me to post those responses here.  It is strange feeling of connection, posting questions and receiving responses, sitting at a computer and yet feeling that we can have a discussion with real depth.  Of course, the less virtual our conversation becomes, the more texture it takes on.  So I invite you to first post your thoughts on the questions above and then join us Sunday morning for a more embodied experience.  Bring your own questions.

J

(The photo atop this post shows the tent cabin mentioned in a sermon a few weeks ago.  One of you asked to see it, and the image of a trailside respite seems appropriate again this week.)

play ball

This week we’ll discuss baseball and spirituality in the education hour.  Our dialogue is meant to precede worship, when I’ll invite us to consider a certain spirituality I learned from baseball, particularly in regard to the way we tell stories.  To be more specific, I’ll consider the shorter ending to the Book of Mark and the non-Hollywood ending to Bernard Malamud’s American baseball classic, The Natural.

I write here to invite you to share your own thoughts on baseball as it relates to religion, spirituality, faith, and life.  Covenant is rich in baseball fans, and I hope that our online discussion is an entertaining and informative precursor to our time together Sunday morning.

J

summer reading

I’m just back from some vacation time away coupled with a few days in Chicago to consult my peers and advisors in the D.Min. program.  I managed to read a few books while I was away.  Now that I’ve returned I find myself asking my favorite question as I reconnect with Covenanters:  What are you reading?

I recently read a book called Radical Hope: Ethics in the Face of Cultural Devastation by an anthropologist from the University of Chicago named Jonathan Lear.  Two friends recommended the book to me; it details how the Crow chief Plenty Coups responded to the collapse of traditional Crow culture as the buffalo diminished, intertribal warfare abated, and a nomadic way of life came to a halt with the introduction of the reservation system.  In short, all of the cultural categories within which a Crow person might understand himself or herself were shattered, leaving the people in a time and place that was nearly unintelligible to them.  Chief Plenty Coups had a dream that he relied upon during this time, and Lear offers a fascinating glimpse into the possibilities of how we might prepare for things we literally cannot imagine.

After Lear, I moved on to another book that had been recommended.  Actually, a Covenant friend gave us the book as a gift.  I’m nearly finished with the book, White Teeth by Zadie Smith, but I find myself slowing down as I near the end because I’m not quite ready for the story to end.  I read Smith’s latest book, On Beauty, when it came out three years ago, but I had not read White Teeth, which is the critics’ favorite.  The book takes place in multicultural London, and it is a mix of profane street smart hilarity, spoken in every dialect from Bangladeshi to Jamaican, and poignant philosophical musings about cultural identity, storytelling, and the radically different ways we see the world.

Other books are on the shelf, but the point of this brief post is really to ask what you are reading.  So, what are you reading?

J