Don't Panic

It's been a long time since I dusted off my blog and wrote anything. Life has been busy and I have not made the time for writing that I should. However, I have some thoughts about recent events, and as usually happens, I best express them when I write. So here we go.

Right now, there are a lot of people who want us to come together as a country, to unite and move forward. Well, the problem for me is, I do not want to unite behind this man's ideals, his beliefs, or his plans. Some of the things he has said are truly disturbing, and at times absolutely horrifying. The things that people say in his name, that he has not or will not directly disavow, are even worse. I believe that to be united we must all be valued equally. That my white skin should grant me privilege or opportunity beyond what someone else has disgusts me. It infuriates me. As it should for all of us. And yet, and yet...

So if it is not possible to unify behind this man, if we cannot and will not tolerate or stomach the racism, sexism, Islamophobia, homophobia, etc. from some of his supporters, then what hope is there? Well, there's this.

For every act of hatred, of intolerance, of bigotry, of discrimination, of violence toward "the other" there must be a greater act of love. For those of us who will not and cannot unite behind the vision that has been cast for our country, we must unite in love, remembering of course that love is an action word. It has no meaning as a platitude or a feeling, it must be acted upon if it is to be of any use. We must reach out into our communities in love, with tangible, real acts of sacrifice, of faith, of hope. If it becomes necessary we must become the shields and the voices for those most likely to be hurt by this administration. Side by side we can form a wall of love that stretches not just around our own country, but around the world, to reject this blatant evil.

Maybe some (if anyone still reads this thing) will be offended by my use of the word "evil" here, but this is evil. Evil that divides us, evil that separates us, evil that will destroy us if it can. And the only way to beat that back, to stop it, is to meet it with overwhelming love. To refuse the vision of fear and hate and self-interest and to reach out with radical love, compassion, empathy, and hope.

I know so many of us (me included) are terrified of what the future holds. It is scary and a little fear is healthy if it propels us to action. But too much leads to the kind of hatred and anger and intolerance that we abhor. So we must be careful that in our fear we do not become what we are fearful of.
In the immediate future, I recommend that we all refuse to engage with the online ugliness. The internet and social media can be a great tool for community, but it can also serve to spread hate and fear. If you find yourself in a conversation online, or even in person, that is unproductive, hateful, and damaging, walk away. Even if it is someone you love, walk away. End it. Refuse to feed that evil. It will do everything it can to draw you in. It will mock you, belittle everything you hold dear, insult you, threaten you, but find the strength to walk away.

For so many of us still reeling, still raw, still hurt, this is hard. How do you reach out with love or compassion toward people with hearts so twisted? We do this through compassion and empathy. We learn to see them as the broken and misguided people they are. We do not have to accept their views to do this. We do not have to tolerate their views or actions to do this. We do not even have to like them to do this. But we must remember to love them. Pray for them.

For anyone reading this who feels directly threatened by the hateful rhetoric flying around, remember this. More of us are with you than are against you. We will stand with you, we will fight for your rights and your lives, and amplify your voices with ours. We will not leave you behind. When you are afraid remember that you are not alone, and you will  never be alone in this fight. In the end I believe that love is the light of the world, and no matter how the darkness rages, it cannot put that light out.

Red Letters

So my previous post was a bit of a barn burner. I'll admit, I really had my temper up on that one. I'm going to readdress the issues raised previously, but I am going to try to keep it calm. So, in that spirit, we move forward.

I have in my collection of Bibles, scriptural commentaries, and other assorted religious teachings and writings, what is called a "Red Letter" Bible. In this version, all the words of Jesus are printed in red. It's very handy, especially if you want to know if Jesus really said that. Well, all you have to do is look up the verse in question, and if it is in red, then you know. I'm going to throw this in here-I am not a theologian, a Biblical scholar, a preacher, or anything like it. What I have is a Bible, a desire to connect with God, and to understand the truth of God and the expression of God in this world. Occasionally this desire compels me to write things down, and that's what you get here in this blog. Ok...moving on.

So, I got this version of my Bible and I checked, thoroughly, for ANY reference, made by Jesus himself, to homosexuality being a sin or to homosexual marriage, or really anything at all having to do with homosexuality. Would you like to guess what I found?

Yeah, nothing. I did find references to sexual immorality and adultery. Now, for those of you who might be getting ready to jump all over the "sexual immorality" bit, let's consider what that might mean. Sex outside of marriage, maybe? Sex with multiple partners? Pornography? Pederasty? Prostitution? Rape? It's not particularly clear what that is. Left up to my interpretation, I would say that it is sexual behavior that is not part of a loving, committed (consensual) relationship between two people. The sin would be if someone engaged in sexual acts or behavior that was not consensual, not loving, not committed. It would not be because sex in and of itself is immoral, but because the behavior is destructive.

I have said before, but I'll repeat, sin (in my opinion) is that which separates us from God and prevents us from hearing his call in our lives. If we're tearing around having sex all willy-nilly with whoever happens across, we're not focused on God. We're focused on pleasure and we're focused on ourselves. That is sin.

So, what about Leviticus and Genesis? The story of Lot (talk about a messed up guy...but anyway) does not strike me so much as a story about homosexuals themselves as about a group of men who are behaving in a homosexual way without necessarily being homosexual. Refer back to my comments regarding willy-nilly sex. Of course, Lot offers them his virgin daughters to rape instead (where's the outrage regarding that, by the way?) and they refuse, and then they're blinded by the angels.

In Leviticus we have two verses that people just love to quote to "prove" how wrong homosexuality is. Two comments on this.
First, in my handy-dandy red letter Bible, I find it interesting how not one quote from God is in red. Nothing that is attributed to God directly has been outlined. Not even the 10 Commandments. I don't know what the reason for that is, but here, again, are my thoughts. Ever played a game of telephone? You know, where one person says something, and then the message has to travel around the circle to the person who started it and about 99% of the time it has changed so much that it's not even the same message anymore? I wonder if we don't directly attribute God's words to God because part of us knows that we might have gotten some of the message mixed up in translation. So these two quotes, from Leviticus, although attributed to God could possibly be mixed up. They could also be falsely attributed, but I'll not get into that.
Second, we ignore an awful lot of the rules from Leviticus. I mean a LOT. For instance, I myself enjoy shellfish, pork, meat on Fridays, meat and cheese together (helloooo pizza!) and I don't recall ever sequestering myself OR undergoing ritual purification after my monthly time. I also have a tattoo. So yeah, I may not be a homosexual, but I'm already breaking a bunch of laws here.

And the kicker is...I am not one tiny bit concerned about any of them. Ask me why...go on, it's fun. (I'm going to pretend you did.)

I am not concerned because Jesus said this about the law in Matthew 22 37-40: "'You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.' This is the greatest and first commandment. And a second is like it: 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself.' On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets."

On these two commandments hang ALL the law and the prophets. If I trust in the saving grace of Jesus Christ, and I strive to love God with everything I have and love my neighbor as myself, then I'm doing alright. I'm not perfect, but I'm doing what I was told as best I can with my flawed human self. I'm not going to worry about what God thinks of my tattoo, or whether I was eating shellfish. I'm also not too worried about my homosexual neighbors. What God thinks of them is between them and God and I have no business interjecting my opinion in there or judging anyone for anything. Not while I myself am so hopelessly flawed and law-breaking.

I do not believe same-sex couples are committing a sin by loving one another or by wanting to declare that love and commitment in a marriage ceremony with their family and friends. I do not believe that their marriages will somehow damage my marriage, or destroy society, or destroy the institution of marriage. I also do not believe that any person's private faith or morality has ANY business determining the legal and civil rights for other people. That's just constitutional.

Equality and love for all. I think God, and Jesus, would approve.

Variation on a Theme

I was reading back over a few of my blogs and I noticed that in the last few a theme seems to be developing. Let's see if you can pick it out by the end of this one.

My husband and I were having a conversation yesterday (it seems like a lot of my blogs start this way, but I promise, this isn't the theme...) and somehow or another we got onto the subject of discrimination. Not in a 1960s, civil rights, Martin Luther King Jr. kind of a way, but a now, happening, in-your-face kind of way. The discrimination that comes packaged in religion. Yeah. That. 

I got angry. I won't lie, I got really angry. Angry enough that I started crying because this is one of many areas where I feel helpless. And like I'm beating my head against a brick wall every time I speak out against it. I'm going to be really blunt though. Your religion, whatever it may be, does not give you the right to deny another person their rights. To anything. Ever. 

If you are Christian, and you don't think homosexual people have a right to be married because it doesn't uphold a "Biblical" definition of marriage, I've got news for you. You have no right to deny them. On legal grounds because your private morality has no business dictating the public policy of this nation. On religious grounds because Jesus told you to judge not. And to love your neighbor as yourself. I don't care if you think it's a sin. If you want to be a follower of Jesus and call yourself a Christian then step right into those sandals and get your brunch on with those sinners. You are called to love them, not condemn them.

Do you think you standing around judging them and calling them sinners and telling them they're bad and awful is going to make them want to listen to you? To believe in your God? Let's turn it around...how do you feel when the religious extremists call you a sinner or an infidel and declare that you are going to hell? Yeah, it's not so good, is it? So love them. Care for them and their well being. Sin is not an act that you find unpleasant, or wrong, or judge to be immoral. Sin is that which separates us from God, that prevents us from hearing His voice and doing his will. Sin in following our desire and not God's. 

Finally, and in the same vein...I have just about had it with people who call themselves Christian who can't or won't be bothered to help anyone less fortunate than themselves. People find all kinds of reasons not to. "It's enabling them and they won't ever learn how to take care of themselves if we do it for them." or "They're drug addicts/sinners/bad people and they don't deserve my help. They'll just abuse it." or "They're just lazy and I don't have to take care of them." or (and this might be my *favorite* reason) "It's my money/stuff/time and I earned it, so why should I give it away to those undeserving poor/shiftless/lazy/good-for-nothing/etc. people?" 

Here is the best reason I know why you not only ought to, but also must help in whatever way you can. Pretty specifically. Don't believe me? Check this out:

Matthew 25:31-46
New International Version (NIV)
The Sheep and the Goats
31 “When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his glorious throne. 32 All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33 He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.
34 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’
37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
41 “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fireprepared for the devil and his angels. 42 For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’
44 “They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’
45 “He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’
46 “Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.

Did you catch the "whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine?" It's not the people who have just fallen on hard times and need a hand up that we are commanded to feed, and clothe, and shelter, and nurse, and visit. It is the least of these. The worst of the worst. The most wretched. The ones who are taking advantage. The criminals. The drug addicts. The ones who will never recover. Never be whole. Never be productive. Who can never repay you. These are the least. The lowest. The ones who need God's love and God's light the most. And you are the messengers of that light and love. You. And you are not going to get that message across by proclaiming the evilness, wrongness, and otherwise worthlessness of the person you're supposed to be loving.

And I get it, nobody wants to feel taken advantage of. Or that what they've done hasn't made a difference. But if you do these things with love, then you have made a difference. However small it may be. Small acts of love, of grace, of kindness can make a world of difference.

Get outside of your church. Do something for someone who can do nothing for you. Do it with love. Do it with kindness. Do it with grace. Do it without judgment.

I know that God is with me, always and everywhere. But I put a lot of distance there because God asks a lot of me. God asks me to sacrifice, and let go of my own desires and my own will and to do His and I don't like it. It's hard. And that's sin. God continues to work in my life to change this and I will never be perfect. But I will always do my best to help those who need it because I believe that God has called me, has called all of us to do just that.

Tear down the walls

I had a thought this week which I have not been able to shake. As with most thoughts like this, it has grown into an idea large enough for a blog. So, the thought, at its core was this: Most of us spend our entire lives creating distance between ourselves and the world.
In some cases this is a necessary and healthy thing to do. Creating distance between ourselves and damaging or harmful people and situations is important. Knowing the limits of our abilities, our energies, is also important. It prevents us from overextending ourselves and causing harm.
Where I take issue with the distance is when we create unnecessary distance between ourselves and our world because we are afraid of what could happen to us. We're afraid of being hurt, of being judged, of a million other things. We fear the vulnerability that comes with sharing who we truly are because we are afraid that we will be cast out. We are afraid that we will be found wanting. So we create distance. We place restrictions, and barriers, and obstacles between us and everyone and everything else. Should I take a dancing class? No, because I'm not that coordinated and I don't want to look silly. Should I strike up a conversation with that person? No, because what if they don't like me?
Here's the thing...who cares?? If you want to dance, dance. If you feel like talking to someone, do it. If you trip on your feet, or they don't like you, oh well! Do it anyway.
And one place where I think we all create distance, and we're all afraid, is between us and God. We crave the presence of God in our lives but we fear it. We create ritual and rules so that we can keep God at a distance and bring him down to a size we can manage.
Really and truly, deep down in my heart I believe this, God is right here with us. We have only to accept and acknowledge him and open our hearts to his presence. There is no special ritual, no special procedure. Just acceptance and love. Available to us all the time, every day, without price, without question. Complete acceptance, unconditional love. Just imagine. And we flee from it because we are so afraid of our own flaws and inadequacies. We judge ourselves far more harshly than our Creator ever could or would. So we shrink from contact to protect ourselves, to hide our nakedness and our shame.
The world may tell us to be ashamed, and to hide, to build walls, but God never does. God never will. And we should not place limits, and barriers, and walls around ourselves. Reach out in love, accept yourself in all of your flawed glory. Accept others in theirs. Above all love. The greatest of all things is love.
Whoever you are reading this, know that you are loved. Immeasurably, always, infinitely, and for exactly who you are right this moment. Go into the world and love as you are loved. Tear down the walls that keep you apart.

This little light of mine...

I, like many others, am heartbroken over the events that took place this last Friday in Connecticut. I have a kindergarten age son and I cannot imagine the heartbreak and horror that this community is feeling right now. I see many, many people asking "Where was God?" or saying that if we had left God in our schools, this would never have happened. Dear readers, God *never* left our schools. Romans 8: 38-39 assures us that there is nothing at all that can separate us from God's love. Nothing. God was with every teacher, every staff member, every child, every first responder for every single moment of that day. 

I also see a lot of despair, a lot of fear, a lot of hopelessness. People are crying out in the darkness and asking: "Where is the light? What is there to believe in?" In the first chapter of John, verses 1-5 we find the answer. (From The Message) 

1-2 The Word was first,
the Word present to God,
    God present to the Word.
The Word was God,
    in readiness for God from day one.
3-5 Everything was created through him;
    nothing—not one thing!—
    came into being without him.
What came into existence was Life,
    and the Life was Light to live by.
The Life-Light blazed out of the darkness;
    the darkness couldn’t put it out.

Every day of our lives the darkness is struggling to put out the light of God in this world. Evil strives to extinguish God's light within each of us. Whenever we are confronted with the kind of tragedy, and horror, and disaster of something like Sandy Hook it is so easy to allow ourselves to fall into the trap of thinking that God has abandoned us.  God is with us, always, everywhere. There is nowhere that He is not present with us, no circumstance where His hand is not upon us. His light shines in the world and the darkness, no matter how it tries, cannot and will not overcome that light.

God calls us to be the light of the world, to share His light with all people. Remember the song, this little light of mine? When you feel hopeless, and afraid, and anxious, remember that you are to let your light shine. Don't let Satan blow it out. Let God's love, and grace, and peace fill you and shine out of you. This tragedy does not change the truth of who God is. We are the provision God made for the world in times of tragedy. We are called to be his people, to comfort the wounded, to weep with those who weep. Have faith. Although my heart breaks in this tragedy for those families who have lost so much, who would give anything to bring their babies home again, I rejoice knowing that they are with Jesus and I pray that the comfort, and peace, and strength of God be with all who are mourning, as we all mourn with them.

Namaste...Recognizing the Divine in All of Us

My mom and I have been taking a yoga class for several weeks which has several benefits, not the least of which is some mother-daughter bonding time. It is a day that I look forward to all week and I enjoy my yoga class very much. It's relaxing, it's fun, and it helps me with this whole being healthy thing I'm doing.
Anybody who has ever taken a yoga class will be familiar with the end-of-class ritual where everyone bows and says "namaste." For anyone who has not taken a yoga class, here's a little bit of background on the ritual and the meaning of the word. Namaste is a word that originates in India and literally means "I bow to you." The bow with the word is the recognition and acknowledgement of the divine spark, or soul, that lives within each of us. In some parts of the world, the bow alone gives this message. It is a beautiful, brief way to acknowledge that we are all the children of the divine, however or whoever  we may understand that to be.
I think this is something that we don't take enough time to do. We fail to acknowledge the fact that our fellow human beings are all children of the divine. We all belong to God. It doesn't matter where we live, what we believe, what we wear, what we look like, what gender we are, or anything else.
I see a lot of things on TV, on the internet, on the street disparaging groups of people for one reason or another. Things that suggest that Arab mothers aren't "brave" because they strap bombs to their kids while Jewish mothers are brave because they will cover their child's body with their own to protect them. Or things that suggest that homosexuals are less than human. Or that women are less than men and don't deserve to make decisions for themselves because they lack a basic morality. Or that poor people are lazy, shiftless, and morally bankrupt. You get the idea.
Put bluntly, I think all of that is a bunch of crap. If we spend so much time tearing others down just to build ourselves up we cannot acknowledge their spark, their soul. I get really angry when I see anyone professing any viewpoint that says that one group is somehow worth less than another. But sadly, I see more of that from people I love and care about than I would like to admit, and that doesn't just make me angry. It also hurts my heart.
It hurts me because I truly believe that all of the external packaging is superficial. What really matters is our spark, our soul. I acknowledge that everyone, in the whole entire world, has the same soul as I do, and what's more, that their soul carries the same value as mine. None of the external stuff matters in the least. And when I am tempted to forget that, I remember that God loved Hitler. I'm pretty sure that God wasn't a fan of what Hitler was doing, but then, I'm not sure God is a fan of a lot of the stuff we're doing either.
Now, I am not God. My love is not perfect. I screw up and make mistakes and get angry and I judge others.  However, I think if we could all be mindful of the fact that we all belong to God, it would be a  lot harder to draw these lines and make these distinctions. It would be harder to say that I am better than you. Because I'm not, and you're not.
So what does all of this have to do with yoga? Well, for just a little bit, every Tuesday, I take the time to acknowledge the God-given soul that resides in all of us. From my heart I acknowledge that your soul and mine belong to God and that it is there that we are all truly equal. Namaste.

Why We Love Superhero Movies....and other things.

    Recently my husband and I celebrated our second anniversary. We had lunch and we went and saw The Avengers, again. Afterward I had a wonderful sense of well being and promise and hope. Part of this could be attributed to simply having a good day, but a big chunk of it had to do with the movie. So how did a movie I've seen before boost my mood in such a significant way? Well...I think it has something to do with what is at the heart of superhero movies, and I'll explain.
     Superhero movies demonstrate the best of who we are as people. Although the extraordinary abilities and beautiful people using them are fun, that's not what we love about them. What we love is seeing someone evil, someone dedicated to the destruction and oppression of the human species, thoroughly trounced by someone who represents all that is good about us as a species. We rejoice in seeing a person, who is ultimately flawed and still human, put that aside to defend an idea bigger than themselves. Consider what most of us would do if we were suddenly granted super-powers. I think most of us would first think about how we could use those powers to our advantage. Not many of us start out thinking how we could use them for someone else. So to see someone with such an extraordinary gift use it on behalf of people who can never repay them gives us a boost. It says to us: "See, you're worth saving. You matter so much that someone was willing to sacrifice everything they had for you." We like that. We also like seeing the good guys (or girls) come out on top of the bad guy (or girl). This is not an unfamiliar story. It's a human story, and it's a lot of fun to see it writ large with big special effects and beautiful people. This is the story we tell ourselves everyday. That we are inherently worth saving, and that in the end, good always wins.
     On to the next train of thought. We're mad at our President because he's not really a superhero. Before the election 4 years ago, I had the privilege of hearing Obama speak in person. I left with the same sense of well being, the same sense of promise, and yes, that scariest of words...hope. I left believing that really, this country could be great, could represent something bigger than a mad scramble for money and power. I voted for that hope and I still believe it is possible. But 4 years of a bad economy, a deeply troubled, and it seems, increasingly violent world, coupled with almost constant bickering and in-fighting in Washington have done a lot to tarnish that image. When we elected Obama I think many of us assumed he would get in there and trounce the bad guys, talk some sense into people, and get us all on the road to a land of peace and prosperity, and we'd be in good shape inside of what...6 months? Throw in a spangly costume and it has all the makings of an excellent movie. But it's not real.
    Here's reality as I see it. The last 4 years are a culmination of decades of bad policies, both foreign and domestic. I believe that our President has done the best he can to shape our country and our foreign policies to make us safer and more prosperous. However, the President does not work alone. We were not designed as a monarchy where the weight of all decisions falls on the shoulders of one person. We bear a shared weight. Congress is largely responsible for creating the laws and policies that our nation runs by. The President suggests, proposes, and signs legislation that he (or she..one day...we hope) believes will benefit the country as a whole. And let us not forget the Supreme Court who evaluates those laws and policies to decide if they uphold the Constitution that we are founded upon. So...basic US government review done, back to the point.
   We, as a people, are responsible. Because we, as a people, are given the power to decide who represents us and what those people represent. So if you elect a person whose sole interest is in making sure that their bank account gets fatter...guess what, that person isn't really representing you, they're representing themselves. There is a great movie called Megamind (yes, it's a children's movie. I have children, get over it) in which the title character defeats the superhero (!!gasp!!). But afterward he realizes he has no real purpose in life, nobody to fight against, nothing to do. So, brilliant idea, he gifts some poor sap with super powers. And then almost immediately realizes that this guy wants to do nothing more with his super powers than impress the woman he likes. He doesn't want to do the good guy/bad guy dance. He doesn't care about the populace. He's interested in helping himself. Yeah, it doesn't end well for that guy. And yes, I am drawing a parallel between our congressional representatives and our president, and superheroes. We give them extraordinary power. Power to shape and direct this country on our behalf. We elect them to make decisions for us as a nation. And we also expect them to exercise that power responsibly and ethically. To defend us against forces that we alone could not hope to stand against. Of course they do it without wearing a cape or laser vision, but we all have our limitations. My point is that electing one type of person (that would be the wealthy, white, male person, who overwhelmingly makes up the representatives in Congress), does not represent the enormous diversity of who we are as a people. So is it really surprising that the decisions and policies coming out of Washington have almost nothing to do with what will benefit this country as a whole?
     Very soon many of us will head out to elect our representatives. I urge everyone who is not registered to vote and who is eligible to do so, to get out there and do it. It's not hard. And then vote. Educate yourself and vote. Who are the candidates? What do they stand for? What is the position on important issues of themselves and of their party? What is important to you? It's so much more important that you might think. Even if you vote for the third-party guy, vote. And if you don't vote, don't bitch.
     And on to my final point. If the story I told earlier seemed familiar in some way beyond the typical blow-things-up-save-the-day kind of way, it's because it is. Because that story is thousands of years old and almost everybody knows it. The story of a man who loved us all so much that he was willing to give up everything he had to save us. And that story, that true story, is the reason why no matter what happens this election year, I will still have hope and believe in something greater. Because I have been saved for something better because someone loves me and because I know, in the end, good wins.