Sunday, May 30, 2010

Sunday Prayer: Trinity Sunday


(Photo from the files of Mompriest, Sunrise, Escalante, Utah)

Listen! Wisdom is calling!
Before all began,
God , Word, and Wisdom
Creating, calling,
from the foundations of the deep

Listen! Wisdom is calling!
From the mountain tops
Earth, fields and sea
Creating, calling
From the foundations of the deep

Listen! Wisdom is calling!
To those who suffer
God’s love is given
Endurance blossoms
From the foundations of the deep

Listen! Wisdom is calling!
Daily, God’s delight
You, me, every one
Given hope, grace, love
As the foundation of our lives

Listen! Wisdom is calling!
Poured into our hearts
That we may become
Christ’s hand and heart, love
As the foundation of our lives

Listen! Wisdom is calling!

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Saturday, May 29, 2010

Listen! Wisdom is Calling....

A reflection on the readings for Trinity Sunday: Proverbs 8:1-4, 22-31, Romans 5:1-5 , John 16:12-15

In the last 8 months I have made four trips between Arizona and Chicago. I’ve logged some 10,000 miles in driving. My most recent trip was in late April when I returned to pick up one of our cars that we had to leave behind when we moved. It’s a long story why, which I’ll spare you. Anyway, in late April I flew to Tucson to get the car and drive it back. Usually I drive the “southern” route: heading east through southern Arizona, north through New Mexico, cutting across Oklahoma and Missouri and then up across Illinois from St. Louis to Chicago. 1849 miles, one way, give or take.


But for this trip I decided to drive north through Arizona and southern Utah, then up to Salt Lake City where I have family, and then head east across Wyoming, Nebraska, Iowa, and Illinois. It would be a longer trip by several hundred miles, but I could drive at a leisurely pace stopping to see family along the way.

For various reasons I got a late start the day I left Tucson. It was about 4:00 in the afternoon when I finally began the drive north to Phoenix and picked up my son, his belongings, and his dog. Because it was late we got to watch the moon, a full moon rise as we descended over the mountains and down toward the Prescott area. It was a beautiful full moon, huge, like the harvest moons we have in this area, only seemingly closer, bigger, and brighter. Under that full moon we drove through the desolate Indian reservation land of North Arizona, just east of the Grand Canyon. The wind that night was fierce and I had to drive through several blinding dust storms. It was eerie and frightening, but we made it to Page, Arizona, about midnight, and without incident.

The next day we travelled to Escalante, Utah, along a highway lined with gorgeous red rock bluffs of Bryce and the Grand Staircase canyons. There my dad has a home where we stayed for a couple of nights before heading up to Salt Lake City. Leaving Escalante, we decided to take the back way up to Salt Lake, traveling the scenic route of highway 12, which essentially makes a horse shoe loop from Highway 89, through the Grand Staircase area, and then back to Highway 89 several hundred miles north. It is a breathtaking drive literally across the top of the Rocky Mountains, climbing nearly 10,000 feet in altitude. At one point we were driving on a narrow two lanes of highway with no guard rails and a straight drop down the side of the canyon. I was sure that a good strong gust of wind would blow us right over! It was terrifying. It was beautiful. It was awesome! An endless view of the spectacular beauty of God’s creation and the amazing skill of human beings who managed to build this highway which allowed us to see and appreciate that beauty.

Our reading from Proverbs speaks of this very idea. It speaks of the creative energy of God, known at various times as Wisdom or the Holy Spirit. This energy of God was present at the beginning of creation, emanates from God, and as we hear in the Nicene Creed and the prologue to the Gospel of John, from Christ. The Holy Spirit, God’s wisdom, participates in the act of creation, from the beginning and up to this day. From Proverbs we hear: “Does not wisdom call.... To you, O people, I call, and my cry is to all that live...God created me at the beginning.... then I was beside God like a master worker..”

This Holy Spirit, this Wisdom, God’s worker lives and breathes in us. We celebrate this gift of the Holy Spirit on the feast of Pentecost, as we did last Sunday, and on the occasion of our baptism. The Holy Spirit, in bestowing on us our spiritual gifts, calls us into a creative process with God. Wisdom is calling! Everywhere and within every thing! This same Wisdom that participates with God in creation calls us to embody that artistry in our lives. We are called to embody the artistry in all manner of creative effort, becoming through the power of the Holy Spirit, co-creators with God. Co-creating not just in building highways and construction that makes human life easier, and not just in art, like a painting or pottery, and not only through gardening BUT also in caring for others. For this Wisdom, this Holy Spirit is equally creative in comfort making and beauty-making as it is in justice-making.

In Paul’s letter to the Romans he unpacks for us a deeper sense of how God’s justice-making Wisdom is embodied in and through Christ. Paul writes: ...”We have peace with God through Christ, through whom we have obtained access to this grace in which we stand” – The grace of God that comes to us through Christ is an active grace determined to change the world through love and compassion. It calls us out of our passivity to the injustices of this world. It’s a grace that leads us through the sandstorms of life, through the grit, through the times when we can’t see the road ahead, through our own fears...fears that blinds us to injustice. It is a grace that leads us through fear into love because we have been loved first. Being loved first, by this God, who is within God’s very self a being of relationship – God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit – three persons, one person, a relationship with self and others..

This is reinforced in the Gospel reading this morning from John: “When the Spirit of truth comes, the Spirit will guide you into all the truth.” We know from the life of Jesus that the truth John speaks of is love. Jesus tells us that the purpose of our lives is to love God, love self, and love others.

Baptized into the life of Christ, gifted with the Holy Spirit, we are therefore grounded in God’s hope, grace and love. We are then called by the Holy Spirit, by God’s Wisdom to share this same love with others. Wisdom, the Holy Spirit, calls out to us to be the hands and heart of Christ, to mend the brokenness of this world. Hope, grace, and love are a gift to us, but they are also our responsibility. A powerful Celtic hymn, known as St. Patrick’s breastplate, sung often on Trinity Sunday or at ordinations reminds us of this: I bind unto myself today the strong name of the Trinity. As Christians we are bound in Name, in our baptisms, and through our various gifts, to live the love of God poured out in Christ and enlivened by the Holy Spirit. Listen! Wisdom is calling!

Friday, May 28, 2010

RevGals Friday: Hand in Fire Edition

--Robert Mapplethorpe, Hand in Fire, 1985

There is a German expression: ich würde die Hand dafür ins Feuer legen, which means: “I would put my hand in the fire for that. Mary Beth over at RevGals challenges us to ponder, in this Friday Five, what we would put our hand in the fire for. Things / people / causes in which you believe passionately and completely? This might be demonstrated in that you would take extraordinary (for you) action…donations, marching, writing letters…or merely in the way you live your life. You may give as much or as little detail as you wish.

1. My family - husband and children. I'm the momma and I am passionate about keeping them healthy, safe, content.

2. My faith - I have been a wanderer on this faith journey. I spent some 16 years wondering how I was to live my faith life and wandering through a variety of religious traditions in search of my path. Now that I've found it, and been going in a more focused direction for some 20 years I find that it has not been easy. There are a number of times when my hand has been put to the fire, when I have been tested deeply.

3. Immigration and Refugee Ministry - has been a passion of mine for a number of years. I care deeply for the many people in this world who, because of war, famine, or economic strain, are living in refugee camps or at a poverty level that is shameful - shameful in a world where so much gluttony and greed exist. I've written about this many times. Still, I'm a novice, but with a passion.

4. Language - I care about the language we use to describe God and our faith. I am grateful to be working with a committee of the National Council of Churches Justice for Women conversation on Expansive Language. We are planning a conversation, here in Chicago, this summer, from which we hope to create a resource for churches to use from which they can frame their own conversation on language.

5. Equality - for women, men, people of color, - but mostly, women. Some studies have indicated that when women are given equal rights for education, jobs, health care, and relationship/partnerships, the well being of everyone improves. In third world nations giving women these rights pulls entire communities up to a higher quality of life. But also, when women have these rights other marginalized people are able to move toward equal rights as well.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Rhythm

I have five preaching opportunities coming up in the next seven weeks, three of them paying jobs, two of them for the parish whose rectory I'm living in. That's more preaching than I have done since last August. Ten months of living without the weekly rhythm that has marked my life for 10 years.

Last night I took my dogs outside for the last time before bed as we do every night. I stood under this huge oak tree, under a half moon, in the humid but cooling night temperature and took a deep breath. I do love it in Chicago. I do hope I find a job in this area and can stay here. I love the green most of all. The varied hues of green grass and trees are lush, they saturate my eye, with a soothing peace. My eyes, grown accustomed in just a few years to the harsh brown of sand, pale greens of cacti, and the intense vibrant splashes of desert flowers and short scrubby trees, relax in the shades of Midwest green.

I stood outside with my dogs under a huge oak tree and grieved the loss of my life's rhythm. True I have replaced the rhythm of sermon writing, of pondering how the scripture speaks to my congregation, of finding meaning and purpose in that process, with an intense rhythm of exercise. In some ways this daily exercise is an old rhythm for me.

Thirty years ago I was a dancer and I spent a number of years after college working as a lighting designer and technical director in the dance world. Not having a car I spent many summer days and nights riding my bike some 10 miles each way, to and from work, along the bike paths of Lake Michigan in Chicago. In those days I worked for a nonprofit dance theater company. It was the early 1980's and the country was in another deep recession. Money was being cut to all the arts. I lived on a very tight budget. But back then I did not have kids and my only debt was a $400 student loan, and even that took me a long time to pay off. Then, like now, my life's rhythm was exercise and a struggle to make it financially from month to month.

So now I prepare to preach on five of the next seven Sundays. I look forward to doing this, to thinking about the scripture and pondering how it speaks to the communities I will be with. It won't be quite the same as the rhythm I have when I actually work for a church, but it will be a taste of that rhythm. And a hope that there is more to come.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Musings On A Monday Night...It's all about the And

The last two days have been suddenly, startling, hot, AND humid. The operative word here is AND. Well, and Humid. Yes, it's true that we had heat in Arizona - big time heat. And this time of year, late May and early June were the hottest. And, we also had some humidity in Arizona. We especially had a lot of humidity during the monsoon season of July and August. And I hated it. There. but also here. I am not a fan of humidity - of being constantly damp. I'm also not a fan of air conditioning, but frankly the humidity, and my response to it, means air conditioning. sigh....so, that's been the biggest event of the last few days:sun, hot, humid.

You'd think that all this heat and humidity would cause my sore and tire muscles, sore and tired from a lot of exercise at the gym, would cause them to be a little less sore. Actually, it's not so much that they are sore as they are, tired. Very tired. Tired above and below my knees. Tired above and below my shoulders. Really tired from two tough days of exercise. Good. But tough. Good, though.

So, today I took the day off from exercise. Except for bathing four dogs and then walking them a mile so they could dry off. Except it was hot and humid, and they didn't dry. At least not all the way. Anyway.

Oh. And did I mention four dogs? Ollie Emmyand, Roxie and Ruby
Yes, my two (Roxie and Ruby) our son's dog (Emmy)a smallish 40 pound very compact bordercollie/pit bull mix (we think), and our daughter's weimeranier (Ollie). Four dogs for the last week. It's been a hand full. Not bad - just a lot of dog. Dog vying for space to sleep - since no one was really at their home. Dog vying for attention, and food, and exercise. Dog. a lot of dog. But today our daughter came home from her vacation in Florida and got her dog. After helping me bath them and walk them. And hanging around to have dinner with me. Then she and her dog went home.

As if that weren't enough I also spent a little more than 24 hours taking care of my god-daughters
Little L and Baby Z - who are not really babies anymore but two year old toddlers...I stayed with them while M2 went out of state for an interview. It was fun. They are such sweet girls! I'm glad I'm here and able to do this.

Now, all is quiet. The house is cool enough. And I'm tired. Hoping I sleep tonight.

That was my week, And, my day.

Yours?

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Sunday Prayer: Pentecost

(Photo from the files of Mompriest, Highway 12 north of Boulder, Utah)

God of creation, God of fun and sport
God who created Leviathon, just
Because you could, God of fun
God of life, God who delights
In diversity and randomness
We rejoice with you this day!

God who sends forth as the Holy Spirit
God who comes to all, women, men,
Young, old, to all colors, all people
God who speaks all languages and
Loves all people and accepts all
We rejoice with you this day!

God who sends forth an advocate
To lead, to guide, to speak for
All, you, me, all creation
God who loves each one as if,
as if, only one - and yet - all!
We rejoice with you this day!

Fill us we pray, with your Holy Spirit
May we know your fire of
love deeply in our being, may
We be your love. May we bring
Your love. May your love reign
As we rejoice with you this day!

In my words and in my silence in my
Prayers and in my meditation in my
Joy and in my sorrow in my despair and
In my hope, may I know your glory
May I sing to you, to your glory
May we rejoice with you this day!

And may the peace that surpasses all
Understanding, the peace that calms
My troubled heart, the peace that
Soothes my fears, the peace that
You give. For the peace that you give,
May we rejoice with you this day!

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Friday, May 21, 2010

Friday Five: Discipline

Friday, May 21, 2010
Friday Five: Disciplines
I so often think I have little "discipline" in my life, but there has to be a certain amount to survive and accomplish anything. Think about the various disciplines you routinely (or semi-regularly) participate in--or formerly practiced. Tell us about five in any (one or more) category(ies) that you feel like discussing.

Here are a few, you may also have your own:

Spiritual Practices: when I was working regularly I found weekly sermon preparation to be a spiritual practice. On Tuesday I'd read the lectionary selection for the upcoming Sunday and begin to pray and reflect on it with the intention of finding a "theme" - for some this is the title, although in the Episcopal Church we don't usually title our sermons. Then I'd spend the rest of the week letting this theme resonate within me while I pondered how it was relevant to my congregation and the heart of the Gospel.

Other spiritual practices - until I moved recently I saw my Spiritual Director every month and took a three day silent retreat twice a year.

Prayer Practices: I pray in a silent meditation for 30-40 minutes a day. Sometimes I do this in one long session, other times I do it in two. Silent prayer has been my primary form of personal prayer for many years. Sometimes I "pray without ceasing" - a kind of on going sentence or phrase that I repeat all day. I also write prayers, that are kind of like poetry. Sometimes they just come to me and I have write them down. Sometimes I have to struggle to get them out.

Fitness Disciplines: I have exercised regularly for most of my life. Lately, unemployed and living back in the area with my daughter, she got me into a fitness gym. I go there almost every day. It has become my salvation (of a sort) as I exercise my anxiety out and get myself into much better shape. I've lost weight and firmed up in a way I could not do on my own. And, it's fun to take the classes.

Food regularities: well....mostly I just try to eat a healthy balanced diet.

Sermon preparation routines: see above.

Artistic or musical practices: I listen to my iPod while I exercise? I don't play an instrument any more although I use to play piano and clarinet.

Practices you wish to develop: one day I'd like to go back to playing the piano and spinning pot on the pottery wheel.

What practice was routine for a season: uhm.....have to think about this....

In general I am a fairly disciplined person. I have internal motivation for this and can manage to maintain it over long periods of time. I also have the capacity to let go of almost all discipline and turn into a sloth - or just be random. Usually though I feel more grounded and centered when life has structure and discipline.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Sunday Prayer: Easter 7


(Photo of Moon setting at sunrise, Escalante, Utah, files of Mompriest)

Bright Morning Star, Holy God
Joy of my heart,
Water of life
Gift to all
Hear our prayer.

Comfort those who suffer in body, mind, or spirit
Those who thirst for your mercy and grace
Those who yearn for the peace of Christ.

Bright Morning Star, Holy God
Joy of my heart,
Water of life
Gift to all
Hear our prayer.

Have mercy on those who struggle to follow
Your desire, your hope, your way,
May your Name be known to them.

Bright Morning Star, Holy God
Joy of my heart,
Water of life
Gift to all
Hear our prayer.


God of love, pour out abundantly like
A river, like flood waters, like a dam opening
Your love overflowing on this house and that

Bright Morning Star, Holy God
Joy of my heart,
Water of life
Gift to all
Hear our prayer.

God of the morning, God of water, Giver
of life in you I am complete for through you
I know love, I become love, yours.

Bright Morning Star, Holy God
Joy of my heart,
Water of life
Gift to all
Hear our prayer.

Amen.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Family Edition Friday Five Meme

Sophia over at RevGals offers this Family Edition for the Friday Five Meme:

1. Do you have any interest in geneaology? I have roots in the Mormon Church with family members who have done geneology on parts of my family. I am lucky to have copies of those records and find them fascinating. Sadly they only go back to the early 1800's with the early round of Mormon pioneers settling Utah and Idaho. Along with those settlers are stories of a pregnant great grandmother (5 generations back) who left England with her two toddlers and travelled to Utah while her husband stayed behind to earn money. The grandfather/husband later joined the family then took an additional wife or two and this grandmother divorced him. So, yes, I also have polygamists on my family tree. Then there's the story of another great grandfather who was a missionary to American Indians and wrote an English/Indian (not sure what tribes) dictionary. (Wish I had that. apparently they aren't very common). There are more stories....

2. Which countries did your ancestors come from? England, Ireland, Scotland, and France. I have also heard that there is a bit of Apache in my bloodline but I can't find out for certain.

3. Who is the farthest back ancestor whose name you know? I knew my great grandparents: Roland Chatterton and Maggie Hill Chatterton.

4. Any favorite saints or sinners in the group? Plenty of both.

5. What would you want your descendants to remember about you? I hope they know me as someone who tried hard to break a long family line of unhealthy behavior.

Bonus: a song, prayer, or poem that speaks of family--blood or chosen--to you. For me my family history is tied to land - the Rocky Mountains of Utah. I was recently there and repost this poem I wrote and photos from the other day:



The road traversed long, sometimes narrow
and steep. Oh! So very high up -
and, then - down. Winding along
through canyons of red and grey stone
with scraggly trees and shrubs.




Leaving my car behind,
for a bit of a hike, I wandered
along a well worn trail. Ancient land,
Indian land, land of migrating
wild cats and who knows what else.



Land that my father lives on.
Land that one day will be "mine"
or so he says in his trust.
Land that really belongs
to no one and yet, everyone.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Ripped Open

The discordant notes like the draw
of string and bow
a concert of
wind through trees.

Clanging timpani and banging
kettle drum bass
a wild storm
this morning.

Morning? This predawn symphonic
awakening
to chords of light
jagged sky.

As if heaven was pouring forth
heavy. As if
a waterfall
or river.

Socks, fleece, a cup of hot coffee
dogs being dogs
with wet tongues
sloppy dawn.

A pause, a quiet moment, the
sun rise behind
heavy clouds
rain. Or tears?

More rain than I have seen in two,
maybe more, years.
Three AM
symphony.

Lulling me awake. Reminding
me, life, shattered
ripped open
sky. Or soul?

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Mountain High



The road traversed long, sometimes narrow
and steep. Oh! So very high up -
and, then - down. Winding along
through canyons of red and grey stone
with scraggly trees and shrubs.




Leaving my car behind,
for a bit of a hike, I wandered
along a well worn trail. Ancient land,
Indian land, land of migrating
wild cats and who knows what else.



Land that my father lives on.
Land that one day will be "mine"
or so he says in his trust.
Land that really belongs
to no one and yet, everyone.

Spring Green

Two weeks ago the Arizona sun
Powerful stark, hot blaze
even in April
Warmed my skin yet
chilled my soul.

Arizona. Beautiful cruel, open
skied, prickly thorns that rip raw,
skin and spirit - have
you watched the
news lately?

Now, it's fourteen days later, Midwest spring
Endless days of rain, clouds
wind and cold and yet,
warms my soul, here
spirit shines.

All around spring has bloomed: leaves and grass, green
flowers burst forth, lilacs!
Yes, lilacs. Stop and
take a moment -
breath it in.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Monday Morning Musings

It's been a long while since I have posted a Monday Morning Musings. Mostly that's because I haven't spent Monday mornings musing. I've been busy moving and moving again and travelling. In between the moves and the travels I've been exercising and exercising some more.

But I have been musing. A lot. Or thinking. Or, sometimes, despairing. Not much of it can I blog about.

This morning I had coffee with a friend. Yesterday I spent the day with family. These are a couple of the reasons why it is so good to be back here, friends and family. So I'm musing on how good it is to be amongst family and friends. And trying not to despair about the job situation. At least not too much despair.

This afternoon I may go exercise. Or at least walk my dogs and go to the grocery store and knit a bit.

What about? What are you musing about? What are you doing this day?

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Sunday Prayer: Easter 6


(photo from the files of Mompriest, Highway 12 outside of Boulder, Utah, altitude, 9660 ft)

God, who created the heavens and the
Earth and all that lives
Bless us, heal us.
Make Your face to shine
Upon us and bring us peace.

May all leaders
Of governments,
nations, cities, towns, villages
through Your grace, be filled with
Your wisdom. May Your desire for
Life may be fulfilled.

Bless us, heal us,
May your face shine upon us
and bring us peace.

May suffering
Of body, mind,
or spirit be healed through
love -Yours, through faith - mine, ours.
Embrace us deeply. Take my troubled
Heart and my fears.

Bless us, heal us,
May your face shine upon us
and bring us peace.

Strong and yet ,
Gentle God, Mother
of all - birthing life
nurturing life, love food -
grace fuels hope, mercy, comfort,
her people, hers.

Bless us, heal us
May your face shine upon us
And bring us peace.

In thanksgiving
for the gift of life
and the mothers who birthed us
and those who nurtured us
and the nurturer within each
of us, and also for
Your most profound expression
of love, Jesus.
amen.

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Friday, May 07, 2010

How Can I Help

In 1972, as a Junior in High School, I read a guide to "The Bhagavad Gita" by Ram Dass. My group of friends were all reading it and finding it filled with profound insight and "enlightenment." Me, not so much. I thought it was all marijuana and/or acid induced mumbo-jumbo. Perhaps I was wrong? Or at least partially wrong. I think it was a book intended to introduce Americans to Buddhist thought of mindfulness and enlightenment. Later in life, as I delved deeply into meditation, I came to appreciate much of what Buddhism offers from the practice of meditation and mindfulness....

Now flash forward some 20 years after that high school time. It's 1992/93, I am now 36, married, mother of one child with a second on the way. I am training to be a certified massage therapist, a 14 month intensive course. In the library of the school where I am training I see a book, recommended by one of my teachers. It's called, How Can I Help? and the author is Ram Dass. This book, filled with true stories of people helping others and being changed in the process, deeply impacted my life. It impacted me by causing me to think about why I was doing what I was doing any time I helped someone else. Was I doing to really be a part of their life and journey with them? Or was I doing for some other self serving, better than thou, idea? In other words was I "other-motivated" or "self-motivated?" Was I hoping to find my meaning in life, my purpose, through this helping? Was I thinking that my helping of the other was because I was somehow better than they? Was I going to become overly involved, enmeshed in the lives of others so that I did too much and "needed" to do too much in order to feel validated? Yes, those were the kinds of questions this book raised, it was a help the helper manual that actually really helped me. It set the precedent for my work as a priest and social worker.

That's why when asked the question in the RevGals Friday Five about who I think stands for political integrity, Christian or Other, I mentioned Ram Dass. The book, "How Can I Help" is truly a spiritual book, a transformational book for me when I read it 18 years ago, and showed me the way to help others with integrity for both of us.

How Can I Help...

The first time I read a book by Ram Das was in 1972. I think the book was titled, "The Bagvadgita." I didn't understand it. Or rather I basically rejected it all as marijuana brain addled mumbo jumbo. Uhm. I was also only 16. I've not read the Bagvadgita since then, but I suppose my criticism was a bit harsh. Or not.
Sally, over at RevGals, offers this Friday Five Meme: Well it may or may not have escaped the notice of many that over in the UK we have been awaiting the results of the General Election.... it has been the most closely fought election for many years, and the result... a hung or balanced Parliament, with no outright winner... and it has got everybody talking...

So what do you think about the mix of faith and politics:

1. Jesus a political figure: discuss... Absolutely a political figure. We would do well to remember that and embrace his radical politics of love, compassion, and generosity.

2. Politics in the pulpit, yes or no and why? Oh, I think so....BUT rarely have I encountered a congregation that wants this. Most just want to be comfortable and have a little something to reflect on but no politics from the pulpit. That said I am not a fan of promoting MY politics from the pulpit. I do think we ought to speak about political issues of justice in our area/world. To that end I have offered a bit of food for thought on issues relating to refugees, immigration, fair trade products, the global economy, and our role, known or unknown, in contributing to both the problems and the solutions. Basically I suggest that we (Americans) constribute to the problem through the things and food we buy, thus supporting corporations that pay folk a substandard wage. We also support a changing global economy when we buy Fair Trade merchandise and organic products which pay a living wage and support the well being of the planet. That's about as political as I have ever gotten.

3.What are your thoughts on the place of prayer in public life... Wellllll...I think prayer is important. I also think it is important to honor different understands of God/faith - especially in the language we use. Prayer needs to be sensitive to issues of race, faith, gender, disabilities, and other "isms" in this world. I have done a lot of public praying, particularly at the opening of city council meetings. For these meetings I use only the word "God" or "Holy One" and pray for the wisdom of our leaders as they make decisions on behalf of the town.

4.Is there a political figure, Christian or otherwise that you admire for their integrity? Ram Das, Mother Theresa, Cardinal Bernadine (Chicago, he died some 12 years ago), current Presiding Bishop for the Episcopal Church, Katherine Jefforts Schori.

5.What are your thoughts on tactical voting, e.g. would you vote for one individual/party just to keep another individual/ party form gaining power? While I haven't done this, I might.

Bonus- is there a song which might sum this all up- if so post a video or a link... Can't think of anything at the moment....

Thursday, May 06, 2010

Quiet

I am sitting in a Borders using their free WiFi because I do not have internet at "home"...I'll be back whenever it gets fixed/restored/figured out/etc. etc. etc.

Sunday, May 02, 2010

More About Home

I have been away from internet access for a number of days, which is weird for me. I have missed my daily blogging - reading the blogs of my friends and posting the various things I am pondering. And, on this trip there has been much to ponder, but I'll write more about that later....for today, while I sit in WiFi free hotspot at a laundramat, I want to post some photos of my drive yesterday from Southern Utah to Salt Lake City. Suffice it to say it was an awe-filled day.


Sunsrise from my bedroom at my dad's house in Southern Utah near Escalante


Highway 12 near Bryce Canyon


My son and his dog during our short hike along Calf Creek (highway 12 toward Boulder, Ut.)


Calf Creek Vista


Beginning our descent from 9660 feet, top of the Rockies....outside Boulder, Ut.

A remedy for spiritual malaise.....

I’m tired.  I’m tired of the onslaught of violence in the world: guns and mass murders; abuse of people of color; abuse of women; abuse o...