Thursday, July 11, 2019

Light On Liberty: Poem, reflection and outline for 5th Pentecost


Reflection: Light On Liberty                    Thomas E Wilson

5th Sunday after Pentecost (Proper 10)
Lessons: Amos 7:7-17
8th Century Agricultural worker from the town of Tekoa in the Southern Kingdom of Judah feels called by God to go to a Religious and Patriotic Festival in the Northern Kingdom of Israel and speak truth to power to the ruling elite there about their exploitation of the poor. He is told to mind his own business and go home and keep his mouth shut: which he did not do.
A Psalm which has the structure of God singing to to magistrates (the gods) of the community to do justice and not favor the rich in exploiting the poor.
In this letter the author urges the people to understand that faith means the duty to make a difference in their community.
Jesus is asked about the meaning of the Love of Neighbor and he tells the story where neighbor can mean even the enemy. He changes the obligation to follow the law to an invitation to having the liberty to respond out of compassion.

This reflection is prepared for delivery at a Rally “Light on Liberty OBX” on Friday evening July12, 2019 at Dowdy Park, Nags Head, N.C., to protest the treatment of Asylum seekers and the closing of the U.S. Detention Camps.

Light On Liberty

One of the dangers of this moment in this country's life is that we are walking around with chests full of resentments and bellies full of anger ; we want to get even with the villain de jour, where even our “good works” are tainted with the desire to humiliate the enemy, the lying SOB, who it seems to us to be the cause all of the horrors on the 24 hour news cycle. Who the villain is different, depending on one's political persuasion. We are not here to find reasons for resentments or anger but we are here to shine a light so that we might have the liberty to respond in compassion to those who are hurting on the side of the road of their journeys.

As a Christian Priest I keep going back to the Bible for an inspiration of how to deal with real life. I want to take a look at the story in the Gospel of Luke where Jesus tells a story which we call “The Good Samaritan”, a story about compassion with our neighbor. But first let me look at this with the help of Thrich Nhat Hanh, a Vietnamese Buddhist Monk who teaches a great deal about compassion as a result of living in mindfulness,a heightened awareness of every moment. When Nhat Hanh heard that an American Military Officer said that they had to destroy the village of Ben Tre in order to save it, he became so angry that for awhile he could not do his work of compassion. Each day we nurse the anger and we think we can get rid of it by shouting it out or pushing it down; but the anger stays because it has found a home in our hearts. The way out of the anger is not to give it freedom, or deny it to eliminate the anger but to transform it through mindfulness so that compassionate action might take place.In mindfulness we see how we are connected to all of our brothers and sisters in creation. We find that when we look inside of ourselves, we find that the people we hate so much display the traits that we have tried all of our lives to push down from consciousness. We push them into becoming our shadow, a shadow that shows up only when a bright light shines upon it. Healing comes when we can accept that is part of the rich stew that is part of each one of us.

Lets take a look at the story. Jesus sets it on the Jericho road through the wilderness of Judea. It is a 16 mile hike partly through the desert and it used to be very a dangerous road to travel alone, and if you wander off the path the desert will consume you. About a quarter century ago, my wife and I joined a group of fellow students in Jerusalem to hike part of that road. When I read of the trek that so many of asylum seekers cross our southern border, I am reminded of that hot dusty desert. It was both a place of beauty and of danger that at times felt like a gift of God and God forsaken at the same time. There was a show on the tube this week where one of the first persons to walk on the moon called it a “magnificent desolation”. We started off the walk well rested after a comfortable night in the dormitory, nourished after a good breakfast at the college, carrying all the water we would need, guides we could trust, a monastery in the desert where we could rest, a well marked path and people who would us meet us outside of Jericho where we would spend the night. We had the money to pay for all those things and a senses of assurance but the asylum seekers do not; they only have hope. What is it like to live with hope rather than privilege? What kind of faith does that take?

In the story Jesus speaks of the bandits, the coyotes of their day, who robbed and wounded the traveler.What is it like to be a bandit? What is it like to have a life where human beings are reduced to things, treated not as subjects but as objects? What is it like when you, I, don't care who I hurt? What is it like to be so desperate that that I know no other way than to wish violence on anyone who gets in my way? When I look honestly deep inside myself I have more than a little bit of understanding about what that world looks like? In the cast of characters that make up my story there is someone who has a lot in common with a bandit; the bandit and I are interchangeable. It doesn't mean that I have to keep acting it out and that I don't need people who love me help stop me when I go there. The shared bandit in me needs to be seen, acknowledged, accepted and transformed into a person of compassion.

In the story the traveler lies wounded on the road when a Priest comes by. The Priest feels that he is called to help people into a deeper relationship with God. However, he needs to keep himself pure as part of his job. In his religion, if he gets contaminated, defiled, with human blood , he will not be able to do his job and his job, his calling, his livelihood, his reputation, the opinion and admiration of others is seen as more important that the life of a stranger. He is filled with fear and tries to justify it by thinking: “Who knows; maybe the person deserved to be attacked because he was foolish enough to go on this road alone? Maybe he is a bad person and this is God's judgment?” As I look deep inside myself I see the fear and the arrogance of the Priest to be not unknown to me. The shared Priest in me needs to be seen, acknowledged, accepted and transformed into a person of compassion.

In the story there is a Levite, a person skilled in the law. She is busy; like Alice's White Rabbit: “I'm late, I'm late for a very important date!” She feels sorry, but bad things happen; as my High School Football line coach used to say “T.S.- Tough Situation”. She has to work for a living - there is a mortgage and car payment due and kid's soccer practice to attend. This would be one more damned thing to do! As I look deep inside myself the intense desire to stick with the safe routine of the Levite is not unknown to me. The shared Levite in me needs to be seen, acknowledged, accepted and transformed into a person of compassion.

In the story there is the stranger, the Samaritan, who has his own problems, agendas, fears and failings and he could feel anger toward a person of the tribe that kept putting his tribe down. He could have been taught resentment toward the way his parents and parents' parents, and so on, had been treated by people of the Travelers's ilk. This is is a man who is under no legal or moral duty to care for the traveler. Yet, he shines a light on how he is connected to the stranger as a fellow child of God and he lives into a liberty to have mercy on someone who is so different. Knowing a kinship with all who are wounded, he interrupts his journey and binds up the traveler's wounds. He inconveniences himself by placing the traveler of his donkey taking him to shelter and digs deep into his time and pockets to pay for the shelter.

The last character of the story is the Inn Keeper who earns a living caring for Traveler. The Samaritan doesn't try to convert the Inn Keeper and fill him with guilt about he should care for the Traveler for free. The Samaritan knows that he can only give what he has from his heart and he cannot give what is not his to give. What others give is up to them and the light they shine within themselves for the liberty to give.

Poem: Light On Liberty
Looking at each other's chests puffed
in resentment, bellies swollen with anger,
with harsh words ringing a loud clangor
as if released from feelings long stuffed,
but only an illusion release into loud hate,
and vitriol of assigning even more blames
on loss of freedom, while forging chains
of old behavior out grown when we're eight.
We can wallow in dark guilt of old misery,
or shining bright light on denied shadows
to see how we are deeply connected close
and transform us into compassion's liberty.
Releasing us from what we think we've been
to live as each other's brothers and sisters kin.


Thomas E Wilson

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Peace Is On This Place


Poem and Preliminary Notes for Reflection of 7 July, 2019
Thomas E. Wilson + Retired
Theme: “God's peace is on this place”

Lessons for the 4th Sunday After Pentecost July 7, 2019

Part of the Elisha Saga of stories. The prophet Elisha in the Northern Kingdom of Israel, Samaria, agrees to help bring about a restoration of wholeness and healing for Naaman, the General of the Armies of an enemy of Israel. Elisha say he will do this so that Naaman “may know that there is a Prophet in Israel”. The story of the Northern Kingdom is full of stories of Corrupt and Incompetent Kings who keep turning their backs on God, but God is still there and calls faithful people to bring in peace to those who come to that place. The prideful alien Naaman immerses himself in a new found grace given by strangers.
The Psalmist sings a Thanksgiving of being restored to wholeness.
Paul writes that all the religious stuff that we practice is irrelevant since God's Peace, wholeness is already here for all those who will claim it.
Jesus sends out 72 (or 70) men (and women?) to proclaim God's love and healing. He tells them: “Whatever house you enter, first say, `Peace to this house!' And if anyone is there who shares in peace, your peace will rest on that person . . . cure the sick who are there, and say to them, `The kingdom of God has come near to you.' But whenever you enter a town and they do not welcome you, go out into its streets and say, `Even the dust of your town that clings to our feet, we wipe off in protest against you. Yet know this: the kingdom of God has come near.'”

Thoughts:
SHALOM, God's peace, is what good Jews would say “Hello” or “God Bless” to a neighbor; it doesn't just mean an absence of conflict but a declaration of healing, wholeness, prosperity and justice. It is a declaration that the space between us is Holy Ground and God is present and will use us to help to bring it about. Kingdom of God is not a geographic place but a metaphor for any place where live as if God's love and wholeness are present in people's lives be they citizens or aliens

This is the week of the 4th of July which is an anniversary of the day the 2nd Continental Congress set forth a document that defined the underlying hopes of a nation “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

In the news this week are stories of Immigrants who have crossed our river border searching for a new healing of life. Painful pictures of a father and child drowning to death in the Rio Grande in a pursuit of happiness.

Like Israel's Kings, we have at times chosen leaders who are corrupt and/or incompetent and we have often overlooked the Creator given rights of our neighbors: Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
We have often thought of our own desires and advantages as more important than our neighbors We as Christians are called to proclaim by word and deed that the Kingdom of God has come near by working for God's Peace.

Personal Remembrance of receiving “Peace”
I had an older brother, Paul, who was the much loved only child, until a year and four days later I came on the scene as the alien interloper. He may have resented me but he also knew he had a responsibility for me. One summer day, I do not know if I was 3 or 4, we were at my grandfather's place for the annual visit back to the country,and we were at the pond on his property. My father was still at work in Salvador and my mother was looking after my infant younger sister, Anne. I was instructed of course to not go into the deep end, but I never really paid attention to direction well even then. I remember going out deeper and I still have a memory of seeing water above my eyes and how beautiful it was. Before I had a chance to breathe in much of the water, Paul grabbed me and pulled me back to safety.

It has been over a quarter of a century since my older brother died, but each year I realize that Paul saved my life to have liberty and the pursuit of happiness from the choice I made that day; he did a small thing but proclaimed Peace to me.

It was a small thing he did, but it made all the difference in my life. What do I do, small or large, in proclaiming Peace?

POEM
Peace Is On This Place:
My proud Naaman steps deep in alien Jordan river
guessing that the waters in Damascus were better
to wash clean; pure without being such a debtor
to that grace not demanding payment to the giver.

I open my eyes to see water above my sighs,
sun dappling light highlighting pretty bubbles
rising to the surface, taking away the troubles
caused by chasing my life after the shiny prize.

There is a peace in which I knew I could die
in order to live in another way so I would care
for my brothers I knew not of and life to share
for liberty and pursuit of happiness under the sky.

Breathing a peace that came beyond understanding,
I resolve anew to reach beyond mere tribal branding.