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The Poverty Trap

Sunday, April 20th, 2008

What do you do when you have five children, have just kicked out your abusive paramour, and have exactly $45 more than your rent for the month because your former lover, the father of your youngest three children, stole your food stamps card when he left? What do you do when you have no vehicle to get to food pantries in the city? What do you do when you can’t afford the child care for your five kids so that you can even begin looking for a job? What do you do when you have no phone to receive calls from prospective employers even if you find a way to apply for jobs on foot that are within a couple of miles of your house? How do you wash your dishes without any form of soap? What do you do when you have twins of 19 months and have nothing with which to diaper them?

This may be the plight of one woman that I know, but she is not the only one who is caught in a similar cycle of poverty. Poverty is a trap from which it is almost impossible to get out. It lays its snare, lies in wait, and won’t let go of its victims without the victim losing something dear. More often than not, getting out of poverty requires the leaving behind of many of one’s closest friends and being disowned by those that one has possessed (and been possessed by) in a way that the middle and upper classes can not grasp. Leaving poverty behind requires a wrenching and clawing out of a trap that will not willingly let go.

I feel so helpless as I watch hopelessness feeding bad choices and an attitude of fatalism that leaves its mark on multiple generations.

Lord have mercy.  Christ have mercy.  Lord have mercy.

Lent

Thursday, February 7th, 2008

Ash Wednesday, yesterday, marked the beginning of the season of Lent.  Observing Lent is something I have done for only the past several years, so it is still quite new to me.  But I have grown to count this as one of the richest seasons of the church calendar.

I don’t fast during Lent.  I can’t afford the weight loss.  And anyway, I’m too attached to being able to stand up to go without food for more than the few hours that pass between meals.

In the past, I’ve given up chocolate, sugar, or some such thing, but I’ve been careful not to tell anyone other than my husband what it is.  I do this not because I think it is more spiritual for people to keep it a secret but rather, because I find that it helps me take the focus off of myself.  It also helps me understand better the discipline of suffering (yes, going without chocolate is suffering in my very privileged world) while continuing to love and serve the ones that God has placed around me.  In short, it helps me identify in some infinitesimal way with the life of Christ.

I am struck by the Prayer Appointed for the Week* in this first week of Lent:

Almighty and everlasting God, you hate nothing you have made and forgive the sins of all who are penitent:  Create and make in me a new and contrite heart, that I, worthily lamenting my sins and acknowledging my wretchedness, may obtain of you, the God of all mercy, perfect remission and forgiveness; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.

In this season of penitence, I am oddly filled with joy, knowing this about God:  “…you hate nothing you have made…”  This includes me, my enemies, the poor of Springfield, all the people groups around the world, every green thing that grows, every strange, ordinary, or wonderful animal, and every other large and small thing he pulled out of nothingness.

As for the rest of the prayer, I am a morbidly introspective person and am keenly aware of my own failings, knowing that I need a “new and contrite heart” because I cannot always say, along with God, that I hate nothing he has made.  It is too easy to hate others, myself (gulp!), the natural world, or God himself (gasp!) when they do not fulfill my expectations and serve my own desires and convenience.

But the beauty of celebrating Lent is a whole person kind of grasp of the enormity of God’s love for his beloved creation and the suffering he was willing to undergo to put all of creation to rights.  This is what I celebrate and revel in in the deep places of my soul during Lent.  May you do so, too.

* Taken from The Divine Hours by Phyllis Tickle

Holy Handkerchief, Batman!

Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007

A letter came addressed to “Resident” at our humble abode this very day. It came straight from hell.

On the envelope of this letter were these words, “Heavenly Father, we pray that this one who needs this divine help will write their needs on page two of this letter and will place this blessed, biblical, Acts 19:11,12, Handkerchief and this sealed Bible prophecy under their side of their bed as they sleep tonight. Let Thy power from heaven descend upon this home tonight and tomorrow night, after this one has mailed their most pressing needs back to this 56-year-old church ministry. We pray that they will break open this sealed prophecy after sunset tomorrow. Amen” (Italics and bold as printed on the envelope.)

Inside the envelope… drum roll, please… you guessed it – another ploy for money preying upon the poor and vulnerable. Of course the Holy Hankie (nothing more than a piece of paper with an edging printed upon it) was supposed to help answer all your prayers if you sent in a donation. It’s straight out of Robert Tilton 15 years ago. I know this to be true because my brother phoned Tilton’s “hotline” about that many years ago to get a Holy Hankie. He wanted to see if they would send him one even while he claimed he couldn’t afford to make a donation. It came as no surprise to anyone that Tilton’s “ministry” tried to weasel money out of him anyway and then refused to send him the handkerchief without a donation. But these guys (Saint Matthew’s Churches – Rev. James Eugene Ewing) sent it first with the expectation that perhaps the receiver would be so grateful for a magical prayer that he/she would send a faith gift in anticipation of the millions God would eventually send or miraculous answers to whatever seemed most pressing at the moment.
I get so cheesed with these little anti-Christs. And lest you think my anger unjustified, read this article about Saint Matthew’s Churches and their money-grubbing and evil founder.

This time I decided I would make them pay – literally, as in money. I stuffed all the information back into their No postage necessary envelope and added a note saying, “This is an abomination to the Lord. Repent.” A while later I found my husband and kids slitting open the envelope and attempting to find heavy objects that would raise the cost of the postage the organization would have to pay upon receipt of the envelope. They were giggling as they stuffed huge eye bolts into the envelope. I couldn’t laugh with them because I know about people who send their meager public assistance checks to organizations like this expecting that something fantastic will happen. In reality, it’s probably better to put your last quarter into a slot machine or buy lottery tickets with your welfare check than to send it to one of these scam ministries. There is a better chance of actually getting something back.

What makes it worse? They target their mailings to impoverished areas. There are quite a number of people on fixed incomes in my little town, and I wonder how many of the people from senior housing I see regularly at the local minimart will send money.

I hope that others will follow suit and send these organizations the message that their actions are evil. Make them at least pay for their own return postage. I don’t know if it will make any dent in the millions they bring in every year, but enough is enough, and a solution has to start somewhere. I won’t stand aside and see the poor bamboozled by those who claim to know Christ when they only care about their own pockets.

I can’t help but think of the parable of the sheep and the goats…

The Lord’s Prayer for Midtown

Monday, April 23rd, 2007

Our Father who art in heaven…

God, you are everywhere and you see everything.  You know what’s happening among us right here on the corner of North Limestone and Stanton Street in Springfield.  You see all of Springfield, Cedarville, the big cities and one-horse towns of our nation, and the vast expanses and dark corners of every part of the world.  You hear every shout of joy and cry of anguish from the people on earth, experiencing them all as a perfectly loving parent.

Hallowed be your name…

We long for people to respect and love the mere mention of your name, God.  Rather than using it as a curse, may the utterance of “Father God” be a remembrance of your love, mercy, and creative power.  May the name of Jesus be a warm, pleasant and fragrant breeze that carries the message of hope, forgiveness, and the beauty of the once-dead now perfectly alive.  May the mention of the Holy Spirit be a blanket of comfort and the fresh energy that comes before we bless others as you have blessed us.

Your kingdom come…

God, we groan as a woman ready to give birth.  We cry like an injured child waiting to have a broken arm removed from a cast and restored to full use.  We want your originally-intended world to break in on us now and usher in the Days of Friendship between lion and lamb, black and white, rich and poor, strong and weak.  Bring in the Time of Freedom from the politics of fear, betrayal, cruelty, and death, and give us your absolute rule of love, grace, and peace.  Make happen the Years of Restored Nature when no living thing wilts or dies but instead thrives and calls out in praise of your creation and, indeed, your name.

Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven…

We want this earth to be a place where hurts, injustices, and evil will disappear.  Where we will be instruments of your healing, justice, and mercy.  Where we will feed the hungry, visit the sick and imprisoned, uphold the weak, and bind up the physical and emotional wounds of the injured until your kingdom comes, bringing with it Eternal Jubliee.

Give us this day our daily bread…

Grant us, Father, the food and money to provide for our children, our families, and ourselves.  We don’t need extravagance, just enough to be healthy and strong so that we can live life fully and do the work you set before us.  Provide us, Jesus, with the emotional food and the good relationships our spirits need so that we can continue our emotional giving to others.  Satisfy us, Holy Spirit, with nourishing food for our spirits so that we might grow into the people you intended us to be.

And forgive us our debts…

God, we know we are selfish and prideful.  We hurt others, sometimes not caring that we have wounded a cherished person made in your image.  We ignore the suffering of those around us and in far off places, abandoning them to the bone-chilling coldness of their pain and grief.  We damage your world, leaving scars across its face.  We slash and bruise ourselves.  We don’t understand that in each of these ways we have stolen from you the beauty of your creation.  Save us from our destructive ways!  Rescue us even though we can never completely make up for the devastation we have caused.

As we also have forgiven our debtors…

God, we’ve been beaten, kicked, and maligned by others.  It is no more or less than we have done to some with our cruelty, gossip, criticism, selfishness, short-sightedness, and dismissal of their need.  We forgive those who have done these things to us.  We don’t hold their sins over their heads because we know that you don’t hold our wrongs in front of us.  When we have difficulty not wishing evil on those who have done us wrong, help us, Merciful God.

And lead us not into temptation…

Show us how to keep from blowing it, God.  Keep us from wanting and buying things we don’t really need.  Hold us back from becoming self-serving like the world around us.  Help us to see that what pleases you are the same things that create a better life for ourselves, others, and all of your creation.  Lead us into the kind of quiet lives that glory in blessing others not for recognition’s sake but for your sake and those around us.

But deliver us from evil…

The world is broken, God.  Everywhere there is physical, emotional, and spiritual disease, hunger, injury, impoverishment, and bondage.  We ask you to remove it.  Get rid of these cancers that would threaten to eat away every healthy part of life if you did not see fit to intervene.  Deliver us from the evil we would do and the evil done to us.  Deliver the world from the decay and rot of wickedness and the suffering it creates.  Deliver us because we cannot deliver ourselves.

For yours is the kingdom, the power, and the glory forever…

This world and everything in it is yours.  Heaven is yours.  All of life that ever was and ever shall be is yours.  You set it in motion – every molecule and atom – with a creative act that took place in a simple word.  Such power is too wonderful for us to fathom!  All living things owe you everlasting praise as the Creator and Sustainer of Life, the Merciful and Just One, the Lover and Redeemer of Mankind, and the Eternal King.

Amen…

We have spoken what is right and true.  Make it so, God.  Let it be as we have said!

21st Century Jesus Freak

Friday, March 23rd, 2007

I have a confession to make. I’ve rediscovered Keith Green. He’s not cool like U2 (and I don’t even know who else right now), but I find myself listening to a CD of his a couple of times each week regardless of his current popularity ratings.

He was around during my junior high and high school era. I loved his music and knew all his songs for memory. I sang or hummed all parts of them – lyrics and melody, harmonies, and accompaniment – at different times. (Yes, sometimes I was quite annoying to live with and still am!) This year for Christmas, I bought my kids a Keith Green compilation CD for Christmas because I knew they would love the song “So You Wanna Go Back to Egypt,” which they did. I was gratified. Now they’re listening to the rest of it.

Aside from being a sentimental thing, I find that I’m reconnecting with some of the lyrics of his songs. Songs like “Grace By Which I Stand” finally have become more relevant to my life.

Lord, the feelings are not the same.

I guess I’m older.

I guess I’ve changed.

And how I wish that it’d been explained

That as you’re growing

You must remember

That nothing lasts

Except the grace of God

By which I stand in Jesus.

I know that I would surely fall away

Except for grace

By which I’m saved.

Now that I understand my own weaknesses better, I appreciate these words so much more.

His songs calling Christians to get off their backsides and be the hands, feet, and voice of Christ are even more compelling in my life right now, particularly because of the church plant in which we are involved. (And I know the integrity with which Keith Green lived out his faith.) Here are some other lyrics I particularly like:

Open up, open up

And give yourself away.

You see the need;

You hear the cry;

So how can you delay?

God’s calling and you’re the one,

But like Jonah you run.

He’s told you to speak,

But you keep holding it in.

Oh, can’t you see it’s such sin?

‘Cause he brings people to your door,

And you turn them away

As you smile and say

“God bless you. Be at peace.

And all heaven just weeps.

‘Cause Jesus came to your door.

You’ve left him out on the streets.

Keith Green was a challenge to the white, bright, and uptight group of Christians with whom I went to church and school as a youth. But while I appreciated the sentiments of the songs and felt a lot of guilt about not being radical enough, it wasn’t much more than that back then.

Now I find myself living more like the kind of Jesus Freak he was. (What an unfortunate name pinned on the hippie Christians of the 70’s!) My life is bound up with the Jesus that comes to the door of our church and calls me on the phone during the week in the guise of the poverty-stricken, physically reduced, emotionally bankrupt, and spiritually impoverished of Springfield, Ohio. But as I see it, a central difference between then and now is that the 21st century equivalent of the Jesus Freak is less strident and more relational in carrying the good news of the Kingdom of God. And the 21st century Jesus Freak doesn’t just bring the Good News, she becomes Good News for the sake of those in need by feeding, clothing, and helping people to become reconciled to themselves, others, their environment, and God.

So maybe I am a Jesus Freak, but I prefer to be thought of as The Good News of Christ to those around me – the Good News, I hope, as it was intended to be. Or at least until the Christians of the upcoming 30’s (as in 2030) figure it out even better.

Moral Issues of Our Day

Thursday, March 8th, 2007

I found this interesting. It is a blog entry by Christian advocate for social justice, Jim Wallis, challenging the evangelical community, and specifically James Dobson, to think about global warming. The evangelical camp is quite divided about this issue. Apparently, some are willing to declare others anathema over it, and Richard Cizik, President of the National Association of Evangelicals, is being urged by Dobson to resign because of his belief that global warming is a moral issue. Even aside from the issue of the environment, the vehemence with which some evangelicals approach others when disagreeing about a secondary issue is an example of why much of the general populace responds so very negatively to the evangelical community. And it certainly isn’t the kind of behavior Christians are called to by God.

“Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.” Colossians 3:12-14

I think that about says it all.

The Now and the Then

Sunday, March 4th, 2007

Here is a marvelous quote by Karl Barth about standing on the edge of our present broken life and the life that someday will be renewed and reconciled to God. This particular quote was part of a sermon he wrote and read at his 20-year-old son’s funeral.

“This is the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that we follow him and may stand with him at the border where the Now and the Then touch each other, that we at this border may believe, love, and hope. It is at this border where light falls into darkness, where life always rejoices in the face of death, where we are great sinners yet righteous, where we are taken captive yet free, where we see no way out yet we have hope, where we have doubts yet we are certain, where we weep yet we are glad.”*

It captures the feeling of being caught between worlds or, as with the picture scripture paints, being birthed. Barth used the passage from I Corinthians 13, “seeing through a mirror dimly,” for this funeral sermon.

* “Matthias Barth” by Karl Barth in This Incomplete One: Words Occasioned by the Death of a Young Person, ed. Michael D. Bush.

Emotions in Faith

Tuesday, February 27th, 2007

(To read my other posts leading up to this one, go to the side bar and click on The Role of Emotions under Categories.)

When I was a kid, adults in my church used the metaphor of a train to explain faith. Maybe you’ve heard it, too. The engine is what you believe in your head, or the intellectual component of faith. The caboose is the emotional part of faith and a result of correct belief. There was tremendous danger, my teachers told me, if you put the caboose first and allowed your emotions to lead your faith. This danger, in my young and active imagination, was nothing short of total derailment leaving horrific carnage everywhere. And I knew that I wouldn’t be one of those people who jeopardized the train or multiple lives by allowing her emotions to rule the day.

So I went through my childhood, youth, and early adulthood determined to ignore any emotions that stemmed from my faith. I was convinced that I could will myself into a strong and perfectly correct faith. And I did an admirable job. I was the kid every youth leader dreams about – never in trouble, always serious about learning scripture, lapping up the teachings of youth sponsors and camp speakers. With the exception of a year in college when I occasionally attended a charismatic church, I pretty well kept my faith emotions in check until sometime in my thirties. Sure, there were times when I would allow myself to feel incensed about “incorrect” belief or a sense of gratitude toward God, but these emotions were the caboose coupled to the back of the Faith Train powered by the engine of my intellectual beliefs. Even though in adulthood I was capable of expanding my faith metaphors, I continued to allow myself to be held captive by this metaphor of my childhood and believed in intellect at all cost.

The problem with the train metaphor became apparent after many years. I was emotionally stunted and spiritually disconnected from myself. When emotion finally came surging, roaring, and flooding into my spiritual life, I was swept away and no longer knew whether my faith would hold. It seemed that after so many years of denying the emotions that related to my beliefs and questions about God, they flooded me so powerfully that I nearly drowned in them. I thought about ditching my faith because it was simply too much effort and too painful to continue to feel the things related to my faith. But in the end, I grabbed onto a tree root at the edge of the river and managed to get to shore somehow.

It was somewhere in the middle of these surging waters that I began to think that perhaps my ideas about the roles of intellect and emotion in faith had lead me, at least in part, to the swirling chaos I was experiencing. Perhaps the train metaphor had contributed to my inability to understand that emotions are inextricably linked to personhood, and thus, to faith.

The Hebrews of old did not view themselves as body and soul. They believed that they were a unified whole and seemed nearly incapable of thinking of this kind of division as the Greeks did. This is why the psalmists became so emotional when something happened to their bodies or why their bodies were affected when they suffered emotionally from such things as slander. There were no divisions, and the whole of their person was affected by the bad things that happened to them.

I began to think of this wholeness in terms of emotion and intellect – that they were not the separate compartments that I had always believed them to be. Certainly, as someone trained in various theories of counseling and psychology, I knew this to be true on the level of life outside the spiritual. But the more I thought about it, the less it made sense to create a dividing line between emotion and intellect within faith. If cognition encompasses emotion and emotional knowing is a form of knowledge, why would it not also be true for faith? Why should faith be an entirely separate part of me that requires only the use of the intellectual portion of my cognition?

While it is true that emotions can deceive in any situation, it is also true that they help me to know something in a different way than I can with only my intellect. They help me understand what God must feel about me because I understand how I feel about my own children. They help me understand how God wants me to treat others because I know how it feels to be treated as a priceless person and because I know the pain of being treated with scorn and contempt. My emotions are the very thing that caused me to want to follow Christ initially, and they keep me pursuing God even when my intellect discovers questions to which there appear to be no satisfactory answers. It is my emotions that tell me at times that God must indeed be good and powerful with much evidence to the contrary, but it is also true that at times my emotions and intellect reverse roles when it comes to God’s omnipotence and love. Always, it is my emotions that cause me to ask and pursue the answers to questions that produce a more full and mature faith.

But perhaps the most important thing my emotions do for my faith is help me pursue and maintain relationships with God and people in my faith community. Emotions are crucial for relationships, and as I referred to in a previous post (see Emotions in Morality), our desire to do right by others and God is directly dependent upon this emotional attachment. Without emotional attachment, I will not act consistently to nurture these relationships and treat God and others honorably. Similarly, stunted emotions will hinder my intellect and produce a stunted faith.

Now when I think about the way emotions are connected to faith, I think not of a train but of a mini blind. (Not a very romantic illustration, but helpful nonetheless.) The cord that pulls open the blind is not a single cord; it is two or more strands that open the blind evenly. If the cords separate and only one is pulled, the blind comes up on one side at an odd angle while the other side remains down obstructing the view. It only permits a partial vision of things beyond the window. Intellect minus emotion does the same thing. It allows for a faith with only a fractured view. As for me, I have come to appreciate the vista with the blind all the way up.

The Beatitudes for Midtown Christian Community

Saturday, February 10th, 2007

Blessed are you if you’re cold because you can’t pay your heating bill.
Blessed are you if you frequent food and clothing pantries because your income doesn’t make it through the month.
Blessed are you if you’re forced to rely on other people for transportation because your car has broken down more times than you can count and there is no money to fix it.
Blessed are you when you go without things so that others might be blessed.
Blessed are you who are poor because God helps you see and participate in the life of Jesus more readily than those who believe they have no need.

Blessed are you if you go without meals because there is no money to buy food.
Blessed are you if the food you receive from the food pantry doesn’t stretch far enough to fill the hole in your stomach.
Blessed are you when you look in your cupboards and see only empty shelves.
Blessed are you when you go hungry because you give some of your food to someone else who lacks plenty.
Blessed are you when you’re hungry because God will fill you up with food that you don’t know about.

Blessed are you who have lost children, family, and friends to drugs, violence, and disease.
Blessed are you who have felt the sting of broken relationships with family and friends.
Blessed are you who grieve over loved ones who have followed lifestyles that have ruined their lives and the lives of those around them.
Blessed are you who have been torn apart by the abuse of those that were supposed to be your protectors.
Blessed are you when you cry, weep, and wail because the God of all comfort will turn your tears into the laughter of those who know no pain.

Blessed are you when people do evil things to you because you choose to act in the love of Jesus.
Blessed are you when people give you the cold shoulder because you belong to Christ.
Blessed are you when people lie about you because they can’t handle the truth of your life which reflects the compassion and mercy of God.
Blessed are you when people ruin your reputation because you eat with addicts, prostitutes, and people whose lives are ruined by sin.

Laugh, shout, dance, and jump for joy when these happen because your reward in God’s Kingdom of Reconciliation will be better than you can imagine. These things have happened to those who lived out God’s truth before you. You are not alone. And the time is coming when all of the bad will be turned to good for the glory of God.

Lord Have Mercy. Glory to God.

Saturday, February 3rd, 2007

Lord have mercy. In preparation for church there are so many things to be done: Women’s Group study to be written, a big pot of Cuban Black Bean Soup and brownies to be made, worship stations to be created and set up. People need my attention regarding community connections: getting a team in the right place at the right time to move Sandy’s possessions into a storage unit until she can find a place to live, finding out if Corinna needs more help with her van, trying to find a ride for Kari and her children to come to church. It is sometimes difficult to cultivate a quiet and receptive heart when the needs of the church and neighborhood loom large. Lord have mercy. Help me not to miss you in the busyness of service.

Glory to God. Peace, and yet stirring, in my heart with the spoken word as it sinks down into the deep places inside me. The excitement of Gideon’s story, the intimacy of the psalm, the testimony of mercy and grace in the epistle, and the miraculous event leading up to Simon’s calling. Lord quicken my heart and mind to understand with all of me what these mean.

Lord have mercy. An older gentleman kneels to write a prayer request for a skin condition and for some victims in Florida. A young adolescent girl carefully writes a request for her aunt who is having a difficult pregnancy.

Glory to God. Children write about and draw pictures to show how you have been merciful to them. Adults pen simple drawings and sketches for ways they have been blessed by you.

Lord have mercy. Corinna did not come and still has no transportation. How can we help? Kari weeps because of her custody hearing this week. Her daughter has been taken from her, and she cannot see how drugs have impaired her ability to mother her children from four different fathers. Patti is struggling to sleep at night a month after her husband died.

Glory to God. Patti, Rebecca, and I pray together as sisters who love and care for each other even though we live in different worlds. We share a meal, laugh together, and talk about the homily of the evening. A bit of the Kingdom here and now.

Lord have mercy. Glory to God. May your kingdom come in fulness here on earth as it is in heaven.