Jefferts Schori: Fear

Jefferts Schori: Fear

“If we're going to keep on growing into Christ-images for the world around us, we're going to have to give up fear. When we know ourselves beloved of God, we can begin to respond in less fearful ways. Our invitation, both in the last work of this Convention, and as we go out into the world, is to lay down our fear and love the world. Lay down our sword and shield and seek out the image of God's beloved in the people we find it hardest to love. Lay down our narrow self-interest and heal the hurting and fill the hungry and set the prisoners free. Lay down our need for power and control and bow to the image of God's beloved in the weakest, the poorest, and the most excluded.” The Right Rev. Katharine Jefferts Schori, first woman presiding bishop in the Episcopal Church of the United States,  Homily preached at the General Convention's Closing Eucharist, Wednesday, June 21, 2006 after her election.

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Recently we made a stop on our way to the gulf at a predominately white town in Mississippi for some supplies we had forgotten. As I walk through Walmart looking for the items we need, I look into the faces of those wandering the massive store as we are. What I see is fear. I see a little love and kindness but mostly fear, fear written in the tattoos on their bodies. Fear in the headlines in the magazines they are reading. Fear in the eyes of the children being pulled beside them. This is a segment of our country that has felt neglected, the working poor, those who worked and lost their jobs and never found another skill, those who were not taught or were not given the opportunity to the education which can be the key to life.

When we arrive at the gulf in Alabama, we go to a favorite restaurant. Those who are doing well are eating here. I hear talk of individualism, isolation, and nationalism. People here are also fearful. They have worked hard and fear they will lose what they have because of people who are different than they are. I hear them say that if others worked hard, they would be able to care for themselves as they did.  They may be here to forgot about their fears. They may have been taught a zero-sum outlook, that there is only so much abundance to go around.

It’s getting more complicated.  Fear is at every level of our society. We have lost our connection to each other. As I see myself becoming more “political,” I wonder how can I not be when every spiritual writing I read and hear in my lifetime has been about Christ’s call to us to serve others, and I fear our country is beginning to stop serving those in need.

Is this what Dietrich Bonhoeffer is talking about in The Cost of Discipleship? I think of Karl Barth telling us to preach with the Bible in one hand and the newspaper in the other. I am trying to stay informed, be active, but stay true to my connection to God. It is too complicated. My experience in spiritual direction reminds me that our fears block us from that connection to God. My previous spiritual readings remind me that I must at some point stop looking outside of myself and start looking inside at my own fears in order to consider making changes.

 As we are called to discern, pay attention, and respond to the fears of others, we also need to become aware of what and where are our own individual fears. We actually can more easily see fear in others, but the harder task is to see what is the core of fear in ourselves which we have so masterfully disguised. This is where having  spiritual friends to talk to can make all the difference.

Joanna  joannaseibert.com

 

Nouwen, Wallace: what we read and do on Memorial Day

 Henri Nouwen, Henry Wallace: Spiritual writing, what we read

“Spiritual reading is food for our souls. As we slowly let the words of the Bible or any spiritual book enter into our minds and descend into our hearts, we become different people. Henri Nouwen, Henri Nouwen Society Daily Meditation, from Bread for the Journey, Harper SanFrancisco 1997.

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For most of my life, I have daily read spiritual material primarily nonfiction. However, the “spiritual” material I presently read sounds more like fiction. I am reading editorials in our nation’s major newspapers and magazines about what is going on in our country and I listen to one news program every night. I don’t ever remember doing this or ever hearing what is being said.

 As I am now neglecting my traditional spiritual nourishment, is my soul really being fed by this different kind of fuel?  Last year I remember reading for the third time an article from May 12, 2017, New York Times, “America Fascism, in 1944 and Today” by Henry Scott Wallace, the grandson of Henry A. Wallace, one of Roosevelt’s vice presidents. I was initially turned off by the title, “Fascism,” but when several spiritual friends kept sending me the piece, I decided to read it.  Seventy-three years ago, Wallace’s grandfather wrote an article in the Times on the subject of the dangers of thinking nationally instead of globally and the dangers of populist leaders promising they alone can save the country, while abusing power for their own wealth and calling for opponents to be jailed.

I think on this Memorial Day of the many who gave their life for the freedoms we enjoy in this country. How do I best honor them today and their sacrifice?

Frederick Buechner writes that God calls us to “the place where our deep gladness meets the world’s great need.” In recent months, I have been trying to discern how I am best to serve my country and the world’s great need. I have this intense need to be more informed. I know my spiritual readings from the past have taught me to “bloom where I am planted,” to be a presence for those in need in my own backyard, so to speak. I locally go to marches, I make phone calls when I know it will not make any difference, I join and contribute to organizations that support those who have no support. I sign petitions, something I vowed I would never do. I talk to people hoping they will run for political office and support the poor, immigrants, those without health care, children, women’s health issues, LGBT rights, those who have no rights.

The information in material we are reading and hearing is certainly changing us. The question is does what we hear and see move us to stay connected to God or does it block us from staying connected to God?  My answer to people in direction is that if love is a part of any action, if seeing and listening and caring for Christ in others is in any action, we have a chance of keeping that connection to the God of love who constantly calls us to love one another and to listen to one another.

Joanna  joannaseibert.com  

Hope: Ruby

Hope
by Victoria Safford

“Our mission is to plant ourselves at the gates of hope — not the prudent gates of Optimism, which are somewhat narrower; nor the stalwart, boring gates of Common Sense; nor the strident gates of self-righteousness, which creak on shrill and angry hinges; nor the cheerful, flimsy garden gate of ‘Everything is gonna be all right,’ but a very different, sometimes very lonely place, the place of truth-telling, about your own soul first of all and its condition, the place of resistance and defiance, the piece of ground from which you see the world both as it is and as it could be, as it might be, as it will be; the place from which you glimpse not only struggle, but joy in the struggle — and we stand there, beckoning and calling, telling people what we are seeing, asking people what they see.”

 The Rev. Victoria Safford, “The Gates of Hope,” Stanford Social Innovation Review, August 19, 2015, from Parker Palmer’s column On Being with Krista Tippett, September 19, 2017.

Ruby and her younger brother, another miracle, another story

Ruby and her younger brother, another miracle, another story

Ruby

I am now retired from a medical pediatric radiology subspecialty where one of my very special interests was caring for sick newborns, trying to help neonatologists know what was going on inside those delicate bodies. Towards the end of my career I become connected to one baby girl named Ruby because of a work association with one of Ruby’s uncle. I think my major contribution was connecting Ruby to one of the best neonatologist teams I have worked with for over forty years at Children’s Hospital.  I am sharing a little of Ruby’s story of hope from her father. 

 Normal gestation for a baby is 40 weeks. Ruby was born at 24 weeks, a little over half the time a baby should stay with her mother. Ruby weighed in at one pound six ounces or 624 grams. If we could have held her, she would have fit into one hand. She had almost every complication a premature baby can have. Her parents gave up their life dreams, their careers and were at her side day and night. They weathered the constant ups and downs of her medical existence for months and months where sudden changes would bring on a storm where before all was calm.

Ruby was in the hospital for six months. She was on the ventilator for four of those months, had three intestinal surgeries, one heart surgery, three airway procedures, retinopathy of prematurity with a detached retina, and a bleed in the head, all of which resolved. Her father describes it as “quite a minefield she made her way through.”

Yesterday was Ruby’s ninth birthday which her parents will celebrate with a block party with her younger brother on his birthday this weekend. Her father writes, “Today, our beautiful, intelligent, creative 9-year-old daughter is a testament to the power of families to overcome difficult circumstances, if they have the support they need from their communities.”

I know not every story about a premature baby is like this, but I share this story of hope with many who feel hopeless. Even if their story is very different, it is important to share it so that in community we can identify with the struggles and the joy and the hope.

Joanna  joannaseibert.com