One Race

One Race

Stafford We are One Race

Guest Writer Mary Ann Stafford

There is only one race on this earth – the human race.

We’re all human beings created by the same true God.

We may have different kinds of hair, eye color, skin color,

Speech, customs, religions, but we are more alike than different.

Our bodies work the same way – digestion, senses, pain.

We feel in the same ways – love, fear, anger, humiliation.

Differences are because of location, climate, culture, condition,

And these are what happens to us after birth.

At our birth, we are the same tiny creatures.

Our parents look upon us with either love or disgust,

We could be born into wealth and grandeur and

Never have a financial worry in the world, or

We could be born into severe poverty with no stable home

In a war-ravaged world, and never able to feel secure.

These differences are of the world, of the devil, of circumstances

Over which we have little or no control.

So why do we look down on others who are not as fortunate as us?

We disrespect them, consider them inferior or unwelcome?

We turn against them, fight them, despise them, and enter groups

To work against them, hurt them, commit genocide.

They are our brothers and sisters, and we should treat them as such.

We are all part of the human race, God’s creation

No matter shape, ability, circumstances, or appearance.

But then, our hubris gets in the way.

Mary Ann Stafford pastelanne@sbcglobal.net

Joanna Seibert joannaseibert.com https://www.joannaseibert.com/

McQuiston: Always We Begin Again

McQuiston: Always We Begin Again

“The first rule is simply this:

live this life

and do whatever is done,

in a spirit of Thanksgiving.”

—John McQuiston in Always We Begin Again: The Benedictine Way of Living (Morehouse, 2011).

I purchase copies of this book in bulk to give to individuals who seek spiritual direction. My own copy is falling apart. It is pocket-sized, so I can carry it around with me throughout the day and leave it by my bed at night. McQuiston is a Memphis lawyer who has shaped and paraphrased The Rule of Benedict into modern language. Its simplicity is its beauty.

McQuiston’s story of how he was introduced to The Rule of Benedict is a reminder of how we are constantly cared for by God. At his father’s funeral, a priest friend of the family gave him Esther de Waal’s book, Living with Contradictions: Reflections on the Rule of St. Benedict. This led him to Canterbury Cathedral and a Benedictine experience—and a significant transformation in his way of life.

McQuiston distills a rule of life written for monks living in community in the sixth century to an essential essence. His book is a tremendous help to those of us in today’s world who do not live in a monastery, showing us how to establish a balanced routine amidst our busy schedules. I need to carry the book with me because I constantly forget and get pulled off-center and disconnected. I try to read the chapter on humility every day, for “I have such great ideas.” My rule of life changes more often than I would like, but McQuiston keeps reminding me how necessary it is to honor a rule, to stay connected to God and my community, and to remain thankful.

A revelation for me in reading McQuiston’s book has been how many principles of the Rule are incorporated into the twelve steps of Alcoholics Anonymous. When two disciplines speak truth, I try to take notice and realize this is indeed wisdom. The book also includes some meditative material and a sample rule of life.  

Learning from the Rule of Benedict was a lifesaver during the past pandemic, particularly during Community of Hope International’s training for pastoral care, and it continues to be helpful now that we are starting a new class on Zoom in July.

 Contact me if you are interested.     

Joanna joannaseibert.com

catherine Marshall: The Helper

Catherine Marshall: The Helper

“When we try it on our own, we are seeking to usurp the Helper’s place. The result of attempting in the flesh to convict another of sin is wreckage—defensiveness, anger, estrangement, loss of self-worth, defeatism, depression—whereas, when the Spirit does this corrective work, it is ‘good’ hurt, the kind that leaves no damage, that never plunges us into despair or hopelessness but is always healing in the end.”—Catherine Marshall in The Helper (Chosen Books, 1978), pp. 214-215.

Over forty-five years ago, when our medical practice at Children’s Hospital was just starting, my husband and I were not as busy and could go downtown for lunch, and then perhaps browse Cokesbury Bookstore before returning to the hospital.

One day, I saw a book by Catherine Marshall, titled The Helper, on the front sales table for $2. I remembered that she had written A Man Called Peter about her husband, a Scottish immigrant who became the chaplain of the United States Senate but died prematurely. I particularly loved the movie, so I could not resist the bargain. I paid the two dollars, and it changed my life.

I did not understand the Holy Spirit. Then, suddenly, I was presented with a part of God that I could relate to—one who was always with me. However, I had great difficulty relating to God, the Father, and Jesus. One was a kind older man with a beard in the sky, and the other was some kind of television evangelist flipping through the Bible who wanted to save me. 

For years, I held on to the Holy Spirit, the Comforter, the Helper, always beside me, guiding me if I chose. This sustained me for a long time until I could have a deeper relationship with the other two parts of the Trinity.

I am constantly amazed by how God, the Holy Spirit, works: a Presbyterian minister’s daughter I would never meet who grew up in Keyser, West Virginia, with my father, the son of the Methodist minister in the area, a slow-time in our practice; a Methodist bookstore; a bargain table; a New York Times bestseller; a movie; and two dollars.

My favorite story by Catherine Marshall was about answered prayer. She prayed for patience, and God gave her the slowest possible housekeeper.

I wept when I heard of Catherine Marshall’s death at age sixty-eight in 1983, just before Holy Week.

Thank you for supporting our camp and conference center, Camp Mitchell, on top of Petit Jean Mountain, by buying this book in the daily series of writings for the liturgical year, A Daily Spiritual Rx for Ordinary Time: Readings from Pentecost to Advent. All proceeds from the sale of the books go to Camp Mitchell. If you enjoy this book, could you please take a moment to write a brief recommendation on its Amazon page? https://smile.amazon.com/Daily-Spiritual-Ordinary-Time-Pentecost/dp/B08JLTZYGH/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=joanna+seibert+books&qid=1621104335&sr=8-1

 More thank-you’s than we can say!!!

Joanna. https://www.joannaseibert.com/