Susan B and Me

Social media has been circulating a quote attributed (correctly, I hope) to Susan B Anthony: “I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do, because I notice it always coincides with their own desires”.Basically, I agree. My own thought process, as a Presbyterian minister, has always been that the only person more dangerous than the one who knows that s/he is always right is the one who knows s/he’s right because God told him/her so.
The absolute certainty, that what we are doing is right, makes almost everybody else, to one degree or another, wrong. And though in these times, the general tendency is to use these quotes to castigate fundamentalists, and the far right, we have to also acknowledge that the far left, uber-liberals can be equally convinced of their own Godly directives. I’ve read plenty of posts and tweets that are supercilious,sanctimonious, patronising and ultimately hateful from those who are convinced that they are open minded, inclusive, and God’s truly chosen people.
The result: if we are in any way religious, we hurl Scripture verses at each other like weapons. We cavalierly disregard context, translation issues, or the effects of “authoritative interpretation”over the course of centuries. ( I’ve often thought that if we could time-transport any given Biblical figure here, they’d say “Hey, that’s not what we meant!”)
One thing appears obvious to me–the constant political “sound bites”, “quote bites” “cartoon bites” “short rants” from either side aren’t changing anyone’s mind. They’re just ramping up the level of hostility between people who see themselves, their world, and God in different ways.
The question is, can enough of us rein ourselves in, drift to the middle (I know, the Middle, how boring, how unsophisticated, how wishy-washy) long enough to speak to each other with civility. And then to LISTEN. To each other.
That “each other” is an important piece. As a minister, I’ve heard the “spiritual but not religious” line, and the “I find God in nature/the golf course/solitude” lines often. And I can understand the antipathy to religious instutions–they’ve screwed up pretty badly, and there are a lot that are propogating the “God told me I’m the good guy” theology. And yet, it seems to me that if it’s only you and God talking, God can start to sound a lot like you”.
So I guess I’m asking us all to participate in shutting up and listening, testing our thoughts against other people’s, and thinking about context.
Oh yeah–one other thing. Can we do something about the dumbing down of America? That would eliminate a lot of this crap.

Pray? Multitasking for sure

So we’ve joined with three other families to visit the “big three” (Venice, Florence, Rome) all in one week with experienced guides–you could say we were outsourcing all the research and background reading necessary for even a basic understanding of what we were seeing. And the guide took his job seriously. In Venice–Doge’s Palace (good), gondola ride (fun) St Mark’s Cathedral (interesting), then Florence –the great art, (an awful lot in a short amount of time), the Duomo, the church of Santa Croce (all beautiful, all inspiring) but did I feel any spiritual connection? No, and I wanted to. But all I felt was the interest of a tourist. And then we took a side trip to Pisa for the kids, who wanted to climb the tower.
We walked by the cathedral. There was a service going on. We could only stand at the back, briefly, to see the interior. Then on to the Tower, the souvenirs, lunch. All that time I kept feeling that I should return to the cathedral. I’d seen a side entrance for “people who want to pray”, so, while others had dessert and coffee I excused myself and went back. I sat in a pew, and found myself in a moment of wordless prayer–you know, not the kind where you are asking God for something, or praising. Just a moment when in silence you feel a connection. It was a moment of peace, of comfort. It didn’t last long, for sure, and so I left, and returned to absorbing information, seeing the “sights”, remembering to buy gifts, watching out for the children, checking travel arrangements, all those individual things that make up a trip like this one. Multitasking.
Yet in the middle of all my activities, God had given me a moment. I don’t remember the name of the church (Cathedral of Pisa?) or any of the information about who designed it or when it was built. What I remember is that moment, when, in the midst of activity God gave me a nod, and a nudge, and a gift of a moment of prayer.
I think, in our busy everyday lives, perhaps we need more often to let God have a moment of our time.

and time to pray?

So we have been three days without internet access. Over the weekend, we had booked ourselves into a quiet place outside Bologna–an old villa, in the middle of the countryside, where we could rest, and recoup our energy before tackling the big tourist sites of Venice-Florence-Rome. Great idea, right? and yet, when we arrived, we found ourselves in the middle of a large Italian wedding. Not the simple country celebration–think more the wedding scene from The Godfather. Elaborate. And then there was another . . .and another. .. .and we realized our quiet retreat was a major event venue for Bologna. As the only–repeat only–guests for the weekend that were not affiliated with one or another of the weddings, first communion parties, corporate meeting, etc–we found that every space was filled, every night had music echoing, and since we needed to eat, our dinner was woorked into the catering schedule. No time to reflect when “New York, New York” echoes through your room at 2 a.m.
On the eating front though, the grandchildren ventured away from the pizza/lasagna rotation and ordered steak. The 11 year old girl’s filet was just perfect. And for our 13 year old boy–he thought he would try the T-Bone. “It is one kilo” said the waiter. “Sure” said the boy. We now know exactly how large one kilo of meat is–somewhat over the size of his plate. He dug in with relish, and we are amazed at his ability to finish it. I’m glad his parents, not us, are footing the bill for his food for the next eight years or so!
I think, though, the weekend has shown us what we probably already know and should probably already remember. If we plan for quiet, there may be chaos. If we ask for something, we may get more than we expected. God is always surprising us. It is up too us to accept what is offered. If it is not our expectation, it is yet a gift. Enjoy!

Eat? Certainly. Pray? Probably. Love? Most Definitely.

Unlike the author of the popular "Eat, Pray, Love" I am not voyaging around the world to "find" myself. I'm not lost. I am in fact in Perugia, Italy filled with good food, and a lot of love. My husband and I are taking our two oldest grandchildren on their first trip to Italy. We love the kids, they love us, and they can, if they want, eat pizza at every meal. (so far,they're trying).
And, I hope, as we see some of the important sites in the history of the church, we might get a little praying going on as well
But for now, our first stop was Pompeii, a city obliterated in just a few hours in a volcanic disaster.
As we walked around looking at the remains of a city literally stopped dead in its tracks, I noticed a feature that not all ruin sites have; they mark a line of reconstruction. That is, there is a definite physical line drawn at the point their the original walls stop, and the modern work that restores the whole begins. It struck me that it could be a metaphor for our lives; somewhere, sometime, each of us has an event that seems to stop our lives. We have to take some time, unearth the foundations that are left of ourselves, and then do some rebuilding, some reconstruction, to create a new entity, both old and new, but whole. Then it's good to remember that line of reconstruction, that separation between the before and the after, that makes us a new creature and yet the same. Restored.

Day of Rapture: Celestial Perpetual Party

This is it, according to the billboards I’ve been seeing. Judgement Day. The apocalypse.

The beginning of the end times. Most of all, the Day of Rapture when the chosen, or the saved, or God’s favorites get to go to a great celestial perpetual party while the rest of us go to hell, starting of course with he’ll on earth. So, look around you. Who goes? Who stays? Who is God voting off the  island?  Make your best guesses and  let’s all check in on Post Rapture Monday.  Maybe then we can let all this silliness go, and we remnant Christians can think about living as God’s people and God’s kingdom in the here and now.