February 6, 2013
Equality, one conversation at a time
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February 2, 2013
Love one another
One of the local stores in town often has fresh bakery items for sale near the front of the store (where else would they be?!). When I'm down in the dumps and need to go shopping, if I end up at the co-op, I inevitably buy one of their chocolate chip cookies and one of their chocolate-espresso-with-white-chocolate-chips cookies. Somehow I feel better when I give myself permission to have a treat.
These past few weeks, I've gotten quite a few treats.
There are tough and tender times going on in my life, both at home and where I worship. I'm currently serving as clerk of Laughing Waters Friends Preparative Meeting, and out of respect for our process, I won't share what's going on, other than to say I've had nudges to remind Friends at various times that we are called to love God and love one another, including during difficulty.
At home, God has nudged me to remember these two commandments and to follow my own advice. And when I'm not paying attention, when I'm caught up in self-righteousness, God knows how to get my attention.
In recent months, we've been participating in a local program for homeless youth, which means we have a teenager/young adult living with us. We are getting to know each other in fits and starts. For every few days that go by smoothly, there is at least half a day when our home-life is turned topsy-turvy and we have a house meeting to clarify some ground rules ("no taking food into your room"), set limits ("no having friends over past 9:00 on a week night"), or make requests ("please tell us when you want something from the grocery store"; "please invite me to go grocery shopping with you"). There are fun times, too. Often our house meetings and other evenings end with us taking turns reading to each other some Maya Angelou or e.e. cummings or Hafiz.
One night when we as a household were getting ready to sit down together and watch--well, indulge in watching the show Scandal, I realized there were a few key household items that were needed before the weekend, and it seemed to me that I was the only one who cared that we didn't have them.
I grumpily put on my boots, hat, coat, and mittens and headed out to the store just 15 minutes before the show was going to start.
I made a lot of green lights that night, and felt hopeful about missing just a few minutes of the episode. But I was also crabby that no one volunteered to go with me, that I was doing this one errand on my own because keeping my word was more important to me than watching 60 minutes of a TV drama about lust, power, and presidential politics.
I decided I was going to treat myself to those cookies. I deserved them... and I wasn't in any mood to share.
I tucked the two cookies I had taken from the self-serve counter into a parchment sleeve and had the cashier ring them up, along with the fragrance-free products and packets of dried blueberries. As I always do, I kept the cookies out of the tote bag I had brought so I could snack on them on the way home--and righteously so.
I climbed into the car, which I had parked just 4 minutes earlier particularly close to the icy curb. From the driver's seat, I placed the tote onto the passenger seat... and watched as the cookies' sleeve silently slipped out in slow motion from my clumsy mittened hand...
...landing gently with its papery mouth open and facing toward the floor...
...and watched as the tasty discs, one by delicious one, emerged briefly into sight, and then silently slid off the seat and into the small slot between it and the passenger door, lost from sight and leaving me salivating and seething.
Love one another, I hear God say. Love one another, including those whom ye are closest to, even when grumpy.
January 27, 2013
Searching for where to start
I've been reflecting on how easy it is and how hard it is to write a blog post for The Good Raised Up these days.
It's easy because I have had so many rich, Spirit-led experiences as well as heart-wrenching trials since the start of 2011.
It's hard because the experiences I've had between May 2011 and November 2012 have given me a view of American Quakerism that I could not have had until now... of how White we really are... of how invested we unconsciously are as a whole in not examining our own Whiteness... of how powerless and ill-equipped I feel to shine the little glow of Light I may have into some very dark, cobwebby corners...
As a peculiar people in America, we are broken. We are separated from our brothers and sisters of color in the struggle of their lives. Maybe not all of us, maybe not each day, but systemically as a people of faith.
So I'm searching for the stories I can share of how I myself have been transformed, of how the Spirit called me to tasks I couldn't have dreamed of--or wanted to do!
In the meantime, the beginning of this TED Talk taps into a reason why, even when we are intently reflecting on the story of the Good Samaritan itself, for example, we can walk right by a person who is in pain.
I have found in the past 20 months that the more humility I practice, the more likely I am to risk moving out of my own comfort zone. The more I move out of my comfort zone, the more God can use me in unexpected ways. The more I am used in unexpected ways, the more I learn about the kin(g)dom of God and all who are a part of it.
And that makes me more humble.
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November 11, 2012
Marriage in Minnesota: Humility and the Vote
Wow. I barely remember how to do this blogging thing. It's been so very, very long. According to the archives, in the past 18 months, I've posted 8 times here. And just twice in the past 14 months. No wonder I feel rusty!
The reason...? Back in May 2011, the Republican-led legislator approved moving a question onto the 2012 ballot, asking voters to approve amending the Minnesota constitution to define marriage as a union only between a man and a woman. ...Some of you maybe heard a little bit about how that all turned out. If you completely spaced out between November 6-7, here's a little recap:
Three states in the U.S. affirmed marriage for same-sex couples: Maine, Maryland, and Washington.
And one state--the first state out of 32 tries--rejected a proposed change to the state's constitution, that would have singled out a certain group of people in order to prohibit their freedom to marry. And the state that rejected such a proposal...? Minnesota!
I have a lot of topics, experiences, reflections, and reasons to hope that I want to share, but I'll be sifting through them and bringing some of them to you here. A number of you have followed me on Facebook--or had stopped following me, because of the near-singular focus I've had since May 2011.
For now, I'll share this reflection that arose for me toward the end of a recent worship experience.
A week ago Sunday, I went to Quaker worship in the morning. While sitting in the awaiting stillness, two things were quickening in me.
One was the concept of humility. The other was an image at the end of the film It's A Wonderful Life.
Toward the end of the hour, this particular worship has the custom of opening up the last few minutes for messages that didn't rise to the level of speaking out of the silence but were still on Friends' hearts. I offered something that went something like this:
When all is said and done on Tuesday, Election Day, regardless of the outcome on certain issues--and even is some issues go the way that we as Friends have been working diligently for, such as marriage equality--I will not feel "proud," as in "proud to be a Minnesotan." I cannot feel pride when I know that so many people in this state have been transformed by the witness that has been made--about marriage, about the lives of our GLBTQ brothers and sisters.Blessings,
In fact, I myself have been transformed. It's not that I took up this work as much as it has been that this work has taken me up. And I am humbled by that.
I have been on a path that started long before today. It's a path that long before I set foot on it, so many others have walked, and it's a path that long after I have traveled it, so many others will travel it after me. But being among fellow travelers... has been so humbling.
And as I sat in worship today, an unexpected image came to me, one of the film favorite, It's A Wonderful Life.
It's the scene where George Bailey comes home after his trials and finds reporters and the Bank Examiner. But he is near tears because he has known the love of the entire town and the grace of the Spirit. And then in rushes Mary, and they are both crying and speaking over one another because of the experiences they have had that evening, from tremendous despair to mountaintop joy.
And then the people of the town start rushing in--friends, neighbors, the cook, the bartender--and Mary and George are overcome by the love, the Presence... the "Power Over All" as some early Friends have said.
This is how I feel this morning. A humility that sometimes has overcome me, recognizing at a deep and wordless level that we are indeed one Holy Family, lifting one another up, and waiting for the Great Shepherd to be known among us...
Liz