Song of the Earth

The subject of climate change seems to hit a dead nerve with many people. We know we are headed for disaster if we don’t change what we are doing, but we are so overwhelmed by guilt and fear that lectures and statistics only drive us deeper into our numbness. Is there any way to wake us up in time?

Whenever we human beings go into denial about something, there is usually a deep conflict going on far below our level of awareness. Perhaps the problems that keep us from confronting environmental degradation go much deeper than discussions of carbon foot prints. Perhaps there is a wound in our deep unconscious sense of who we are in relation to the earth. Perhaps the way to reawaken our dead nerve tissue is to reanimate our sense of belonging to the earth. Perhaps if we can feel our roots we will find the courage to make the sacrifices that will save us.

Psalm 19 is a song of the earth that says the stars make manifest their sacred source. The Psalmist says we ourselves feel that same law written within ourselves. Immanuel Kant said the same thing when he asserted that the two things that eternally fill the human mind with wonder are “the starred heavens above, and the moral law within. “ We emerge from the earth and bear its fingerprint in every part of our being.

We in the west have been taught a myth of creation that haunts theist and atheist alike. We tend to see ourselves as objects placed in the cosmos rather than emanations coming out of it. We see matter as inert material only good for building something else. If we emerge out of the earth like a flower from the soil, then nature is more than our raw lumber. It is the “parent” out of which we emerge into consciousness. It is the “guide” that whispers to us throughout life. And it is the “home” to which we return at death. Humankind is not a tree house built onto the tree of life, we are a branch of that tree.

In speaking of entropy Jeremy Rifkin said that such basic physical laws must be felt as well as understood. Perhaps the Psalmist is saying the way to awaken our species is to sing the song of the Earth. Perhaps we need to think of environmentalism not merely as an issue of survival, but also as dancing to the pulse of life beating in our blood and in the blood of a whale, in the heart of a humming bird. Perhaps when we look at the periodic chart not as a chemical formula, but as the sheet music of a cosmic hymn.

Understanding Pussy Riot

(Warning! If you are easily offended, or believe religious piety to be more important than human rights, do not follow these links!)

One of the big news stories this year was about a little punk band in Russia arrested for doing a “protest prayer” in a cathedral and calling for the removal of Putin. Three members of the band are facing time in prison, three are in hiding. I am sharing these links not because we will necessarily enjoy their music, but to understand why this little band caused a wave of excitement around the world. One musician said they were the one band that mattered in 2012.

The first thing one notices from the clips and interview taken of the band is that these are kids. They are very young. In one sense they are nihilistic, in another sense naive. The songs alternate between sighs of despair, shouts of rage and calls to change the world.  The band wears colorful mask to hide their identity, and also to draw out their own courage. They speak of the masks making them feel like super heroes.

Many were offended that the band performed their protest in a church without permission. Throughout the song, members of the band genuflect.The song alternates between sounding like a punk band and a choir. Looking at the lyrics of the song, it is clear the song accuses the church of making itself complicit with oppression, of teaching people to be submissive to tyrannts, of stripping people of personal responsibility, of replacing revolution with magical rituals and prayers asking God to do what we lack courage to do for ourselves.

As feminists, the band also condemns patriarchy, and calls women out of their servitude. As young people, they still see oppressions to which most have become numb:

 

Punk Prayer, English version by Carol Rumens

Virgin Mary, Mother of God, banish Putin, banish Putin,

Virgin Mary, Mother of God, banish him, we pray thee!

Congregations genuflect,

Black robes brag gilt epaulettes,

Freedom’s phantom’s gone to heaven,

Gay Pride’s chained and in detention.

KGB’s chief saint descends

To guide the punks to prison vans.

Don’t upset His Saintship, ladies,

Stick to making love and babies.

Crap, crap, this godliness crap!

Crap, crap, this holiness crap!

(Chorus)

Virgin Mary, Mother of God.

Be a feminist, we pray thee,

Be a feminist, we pray thee.

Bless our festering bastard-boss.

Let black cars parade the Cross.

The Missionary’s in class for cash.

Meet him there, and pay his stash.

Patriarch Gundy believes in Putin.

Better believe in God, you vermin!

Fight for rights, forget the rite –

Join our protest, Holy Virgin.

(Chorus)

Virgin Mary, Mother of God, banish Putin, banish Putin,

Virgin Mary, Mother of God, we pray thee, banish him!

The essence of art is not beauty but life. It is wonderful when art can celebrate beauty and gratitude, but there are times when art must awaken us to the pain to which we have become numb. Whether we like Pussy Riot or not, at the very least, these brave young women remind us of what our missing courage looks like.
Lyrics and UK Guardian article: http://m.guardiannews.com/books/2012/aug/20/pussy-riot-punk-prayer-lyrics
Recording of the protest: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fW92sPezOMs&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Free Santa

In a strange news story I completely missed, Santa Claus was busted in Austin over the holidays. Occupy Austin held a rally where a man dressed as Santa was arrested for writing on the sidewalk in chalk. The man was writing words like “peace” and “community” when state troopers arrived, wrestled him to the ground and handcuffed him.

I have included a link below to the video. The quality is terrible, but if you move your curser over the timeline you can see the pictures. You also see a picture where one of Santa’s elves wrote “Free Santa” before being arrested on the same charge of chalking the sidewalk.

It’s a silly little story, but consider this: In America as it now is, a corporation buying an election is considered free speech, but chalking one’s ideas on the sidewalk is not.

Strange times.

http://www.commondreams.org/further/2012/12/24-0

Morning has broken

At Starbucks writing, when “Morning has broken” comes on the speaker. It is one of my favorite hymns of all time. Good hymns are insight set to music. This hymn reminds us that living religion is never about another place and time. Living religion is about awakening to the miracle of the here and now.

Morning has broken, like the first morning Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird   Praise for the singing, praise for the morning   Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven   Like the first dewfall, on the first grass   Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden   Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning   Born of the one light, Eden saw play   Praise with elation, praise every morning   God’s recreation of the new day

In “Morning has broken” Cat Stevens (now Yusuf Islam) sang about creation in the way the myth should be heard. Who cares if the world was seven days or fourteen billion years? The most materialistic scientist can affirm the meaning of this hymn: we live in a kaliascope of wonder. Eden need not be not a place in time and space. Eden can be a level of awareness available in the most ordinary moments. Heaven need not be a land outside of time. Heaven can be a quality deep within every moment. The hymn reminds us that wonder lies everywhere hidden, like a treasure discoverable to any who can muster childlike reverence for the mundane.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TWd3skb-Rw

To be a libertarian

To be a libertarian requires three things: the courage to stand alone, the intelligence to question the system, and the cluelessness  not to notice you are in a party consisting primarily of other frustrated white men.

Modern American libertarians are anarchists without the social conscience. They believe the hammer of freedom can perform all repairs.  They question every aspect of a nation’s hierarchy except their own privilege within it.  Libertarians lift the banner of their own freedom, but embrace an economic system that reduces much of humankind to serfdom.  They repudiate violence, but ignore discrepencies of power that amount to the same thing. They renounce war, but then surrender themselves as cogs to a preditorial economic system which leads us inevitably to it.

Escaping the Propaganda of Unhappiness

After our Christmas Eve service, Bob Dailey sent the following thought by Thomas Merton the Catholic mystic:

 At the Mercy of Peddlers of Happiness

If we are fools enough to remain at the mercy of the people who want to sell us happiness, it will be impossible for us ever to be content with anything. How would they profit if we became content? We would no longer need their new product. The last thing the salesman wants is for the buyer to become content. You are of no use in our affluent society unless you are always just about to grasp what you never have. The Greeks were not as smart as we are. In their primitive way they put Tantalus in hell. Madison Avenue, on the contrary, would convince us that Tantalus is in heaven. — Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander, p. 84

Merton’s point is one we often forget. Advertisers want us to be unhappy, because they want us to crave something they have to sell. In a capitalist culture, everything is slowly purchased in a hostile takeover that leaves us living in a world where even religion and art are disguised commercials to to the Invisible Hand of the Market. So when we mindlessly turn on the television or pick up a newspaper we must protect our hearts from the propaganda of unhappiness.

If you are sitting this morning in the crater of commercial Christmas surrounded by torn wrapping paper and gifts that will soon find their way to closets and storage, it is not to late to celebrate the other Christmas as well.

The other Christmas does not belong to the Christian Church. It is a timeless tale of a starchild born on the winter solstice to save the world. In the Christian version of the story, the child is named Jesus, but the real name of the child is “Emmanuel”, or “Everyperson” or “The Human One”. The real Christmas is a reminder that our worth is not purchased from our culture, but lies in who we most essentially are as expressions of the universe. As I said last night, the thought was captured perfectly in the song Woodstock:

“We are stardust.

Billion year old carbon

We are golden.

Trapped in the devils bargain

and we’ve got to find our way back to the garden.” -Joni Mitchell

So Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Blessed Yule, or Happy Solstice. However different our approach to religion may be, let us make this a year where we all sing the song written in our hearts: “Peace on earth, goodwill to all.”  As children of the universe, may we answer the call of our birth to shine the light of reason and universal compassion on all beings.

http://www.nonviolentworm.org/Main/QuotesFromThomasMerton

Spiritual Porn

If any say, “I love God,” yet hate human beings, they are liars. For any who do not love human beings, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen. And God has given us this command: “Whoever loves God must also love human beings.” -1 John 4:20,21

 

A person who turns to scripture only for personal inspiration and stimulation is using the Bible the same way a teenage boy uses Playboy magazine. Just as sexual stimulation without human contact may be called “pornographic,” so spiritual stimulation without real living and real relationships is the spiritual equivalent of masturbation.

Christmas after the Connecticut Massacre

 

         “Christmas after the Connecticut Massacre”

     

A St. Andrew’s Sermon

Delivered by Dr. Jim Rigby

December 16, 2012

 

 

Very often when we think of religion, it feels like it’s a fragile snow globe. It has these beautiful promises and thoughts and images; but, we never think it would hold up to the violence in the real world. We protect it; we hide it so that it doesn’t get shattered.  What I want to say today is that Christmas is a symbol that would be strong enough to stand up to the worst life has to offer if we told the whole story.  There’s a part of the Christmas story that gets left out and I want to read that passage to you.  You have probably never heard it in a Christmas sermon and I would not use it under normal circumstances. This is Matthew 2: 16-18:

Herod became furious when he discovered that the astrologers had outwitted him. He gave orders to kill all the male children that were two years old and younger living in and around Bethlehem. The age of the children was based on the date Herod had learned from the astrologers. Then what was spoken through the prophet Jeremiah was fulfilled. 

              “A voice was heard in Ramah

sobbing and lamenting loudly:

it was Rachel weeping for her children;

she refused to be consoled,

for they were no more.”

Not a happy Christmas passage, but an important one. It can remind us that hope can be born out of tragedy, that hope can be born out of terrible mistakes,that hope can be born out of what seems to us as a dead end.  The only way we can get that kind of hope from the Christmas story is if we stop taking out the hard parts; that this infant so tender, so beautiful, is born into peril. There is already someone who wants to stop and kill this newborn child.

Herod was thought to be one of the most powerful people in the world when he lived, but he’s actually a very pathetic figure.  He’d sold out to the Romans. His title was “King of the Jews”, but that was only as long as he was a puppet for the Roman Empire.  He built some of the most majestic fortresses of all time. If you’ve ever heard the story of Masada where a small group of Jewish people were able to hold off the Roman army—it’s because they were hiding in one of Herod’s impregnable fortresses.  But Herod represented a dying worldview.

I want to picture Herod today as an example of what can go wrong with a conservative approach to tragedy. I want to picture the Wise men (women, whatever they were, Magi, astrologers) as what can go wrong from a liberal viewpoint.

I went to a meeting this week in Pflugerville and there were a bunch of people from St. Andrew’s that were at that meeting to advocate for domestic partnership rights for the teachers and the staff and the workers at the PflugervilleSchool system.  When the conservatives spoke, I kept hearing people groan in pain. Not out loud, it was under their breath.  And every once in a while somebody would say “How can they be so mean?” We have to understand that when a worldview is dying, people get very desperate, very numb.  And what seems like cruelty is really somebody clawing to survive…which is why at that meeting conservatives kept presenting themselves as the real victims of the story, even though what they were trying to do was to take away insurance coverage from other people.  To them, for anyone to question their right to do tell others what to do feels like an assault on their character itself.  Herod is in that unenviable position. He represents dying authority and he must not account for the fact that he is serving the enemy of the Jewish people.

I don’t know how many of you heard that when the tragedy happened in Connecticut, Mike Huckabee made a statement about the situation.  He said we shouldn’t be surprised when these kinds of tragedies happen, because we’ve taken God out of the schools, and so we should expect that our children will be prone to violence.  Now this might make sense if the children had attacked the gunman. It makes no sense in this context. And what it ignores is that we live in a culture that spends its best efforts on armaments and does not consider it worthwhile to provide mental health care for all of its citizens. Now a nation that does that has written its own tragedy. And that’s what the prophets were coming to say: “You may think your violence makes you strong, but when you choose violence over compassion, you have written your own death certificate. And you’ll never know what hit you.”

As an American, we are taught to say, “In God we trust”, but we all know that’s a crock.  Right?  We wouldn’t invest all this money in armaments if that were true. We don’t believe God is going to protect us, it’s in weaponry we trust.  It’s in violence we trust.  And like every other empire that has ever been, we are now consuming ourselves in a desperate effort to keep our place in that hierarchy.  Most Americans believe that being the meanest bully on the block is the only way we can survive. But let me ask you this.  How did that work for the dinosaurs?  When scientists dig up dinosaurs, they discover the most ridiculous weapons you’ve ever seen. They’re terrifying – the longest claws – the biggest teeth – armaments – big horns coming out of every place.  And they’re dead. Their invincibility kept them from being harmonious with their own environment. Their savageness, their power, their size, their strength all made it impossible for them to survive.  It wasn’t sustainable.  So when we fall into conservatism as a knee-jerk reaction to tragedy and say “what we need is to arm those teachers and give every kid a concealed weapon” we need to stop and realize that is as dead an end as it can possibly be. The answer is not more violence.  It can’t be.

Now the flip side is the liberal response.  And that is to still serve the empire but to do it as nicely as you can.  To still work within the predatory economic system but be as nice as you can. And in some ways that is even worse as a way of serving people up to the bullies.  When we leave power out of the equation, and we treat violence as a verbal issue, as a conversation we are having, we are serving the weak up to the strong.

For example, the Magi go to Herod. They are going to speak the truth to power. Have you ever heard that one? Heard liberals say that?  The powerful already know the truth. Herod knew the truth. Bush knew the truth. Obama knows the truth. That’s how they got where they are. When we leave power out of the equation as the Wise Men, the astrologers, do, they go to Herod and say, “Guess what? I’ve got great news. There’s a new king that’s been born.” That’s real smart, isn’t it? Does that sound like a wise person to you?  You go straight to the bully, as liberals are wont to do and confront them verbally, but leave the power discrepancy intact. As long we see violence in terms of a flat continuum of left and right, we’re just choosing between different aspects of the same trance.

At a church like St. Andrew’s, we value inclusivity. But as much as it’s true that every person is welcome here, we have to realize that not every behavior is welcome here. And that inclusivity requires very strong boundaries to protect the weak from the strong. So that’s something that we’re learning to do. But to do that you have to step outside of the liberal/conservative arc.

When I was young, I wanted to have the stigmata. I think I‘ve mentioned that before. You know, that’s where you pray and you cry and get a hole in your hand like Jesus had on the cross…about as neurotic as you can get.  I was young but it just sounded really special when I was reading about St. Francis, and the birds sat on his shoulders, and he had holes in his hands.  That’s a part of that clueless new age approach to religion. Because what you will discover if you stand up for the weak, there are plenty of people who’ll poke the holes for you.  You don’t have to do that psychically. The wounds of Christ are the price that he pays for standing up for the weak, for speaking for the outsider, for the oppressed. Those are the lashes of Paul.

So, when we tell the story of this little baby, so vulnerable, so silent—we sing those hymns, “Silent Night” – cold night, dark night – we need to remember that the infant was born into danger.  But this baby is the hope of the world.  Why?  It’s a principle of life that the tenderest part of a plant is the most alive. That’s the part of the plant that’s being born. The toughest, most powerful, hardest part of a plant is in process of dying.  And that’s a spiritual principle that sweeps across all of life.

So, this little baby that is so weak in appearance goes on to teach vulnerability as strength. “Turn the other cheek.”  “Blessed are you if you are poor.”  Because what he’s saying is in times of trauma and times of turmoil we must know to choose gentleness and life, and not hardness and violence. So, Lao-tzu says that the soft shall overcome the hard. Gandhi says that weakness overcomes strength. Gentleness overcomes violence, though it takes a thousand years. It’s a principle of life; but, we have to trust it.  Not to believe in it, but to trust it.

When the Connecticut tragedy happened I jotted down some notes that were later blogged. I was seeing people already beginning to lash out at one another over this, trying to find the villain in this story. It is a human trait we all have. We go almost straight there. What I was recommending is that we stay in our heart at first, and grieve, because we’re born into a culture of violence. This culture is violence.  It is the most violent culture, possibly of all time. But we don’t count our prisons as violence. We don’t count poverty as violence. We don’t count war as violence.  And so we don’t understand when something happens that breaks our heart, like the tragedy in Connecticut, that the violence is no accident, but an expression of our whole culture.

When the left wing blames the right wing and the right wing blames the left wing, what we are missing is that as long as we participate in this violent culture, we’re both wings from the same vulture,

We must consciously and intentionally step out of that worldview to keep our own heart alive. When I was working on this sermon, a eulogy that Martin Luther King did popped into my head.  You don’t see it mentioned very often, but you probably remember a bombing in Birmingham where some children were killed.  Well, Dr. King did a service for them and what he said is called “Eulogy for the Martyred Children”.  I think it applies today. Now that church was working on civil rights and so Martin Luther King is going to make the point that they died for a cause, even though it’s still a tragedy. What I’m going to suggest is not the same thing, but how we respond to this tragedy will determine whether those deaths were in vain or if they can motivate us to change this culture on behalf of children.  Dr. King says,

These children unoffending, innocent and beautiful were the victims of one of the most vicious heinous crimes ever perpetrated against humanity, yet they died nobly. They are the martyred heroines of a holy crusade for freedom and human dignity. [This is the part I want you to listen to] So, they have something to say to us in their death. They have something to say to every minister of the Gospel who’s ever remained silent behind the safe security of stained glass windows. They have something to say to every politician who has fed his constituents the stale bread of hatred and the spoiled meat of racism.  They have something to say to a federal government that is compromised with the undemocratic practices of Southern Dixiecrats and the blatant hypocrisy of right wing Northern Republicans. [We forget how blunt he was] They have something to say to every Negro who has passively accepted the evil system of segregation and stands on the sidelines in the midst of a mighty struggle for justice. They say to each of us, black and white alike, that we must substitute courage for caution. They say to us that we must be concerned not merely about who murdered them but about the system, the way of life, and the philosophy which produced the murderers. Their death says to us we must work passionately and unrelentingly to make the American dream a reality.

Prophetic words. Whether the children’s deaths are in vain depends on how we respond to them. This is not a safe nation for children. Not physically. Not spiritually. Not emotionally.  So, what Christ calls us to do, what our own hearts call us to do is to step out of the continuum of violence and make peace reign in our own hearts. You cannot change the world, but you can change your heart today depending on what you let rule it—bitterness, pain, fear or hope and compassion.

When we leave the part about Herod out of the Christmas story, it’s a prettier Nativity scene, no question about it.  But we’re left with a porcelain religion that shatters in the face of real life – a beautiful snow globe that fractures if it’s ever exposed to real violence. Christmas is the story of a hope born out of trauma and tragedy.  It is a reminder that it is a principle of life that what seems hard and firm is in the process of dying, and what seems tender and vulnerable is in the process of being born.

Transcribed and edited by a member of the St. Andrew's Sermon Transcription Project.

 

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God is within you

When I was young, I wasted a lot of time looking for God.  It was almost like I had lost a shoe.  I thought I would find my missing God in the next book or the next experience.  Eventually, I understood what Jesus meant by saying that God is within us.

Many scholars contend that the phrase is better translated “God is among you” which is also nice.  Still, there is something deeply non-violent in realizing what we most need in life is within us and all around us.  We do not need to buy it, achieve it or steal it from others.  We do not need the approval of others to possess the most precious jewel in the universe.

For some, “God” is the ultimate carrot on a stick. Some spend their lives in a painful lonely search for a missing lover, and talk to God as to an uncommunicative partner. But “God” need not be pictured as an invisible person. The symbol can also stand for the ultimate ground of our own being. Seen that way, we would not need to feel that “God” is always somewhere else.  “God” is not a missing object we must find, but a sacred mystery out of which we live.

Whatever is universal must pervade everything.  It must be so pervasive that we can’t even notice it.   Our task then, is not to grasp some idea of God, but to be grasped by the universal.  Our task is not to get God to come into our context, but to place our problem in the context of the whole.  Our task is not to find someone who is hiding, but to awaken to that which must be everywhere at once.

There have been mystics who viewed Christmas as a sacred poem illuminating how God enters our lives.  They contend that every human being is a “mother” of God when we give birth to love.  At Christmas, they claim, we are all Mary and the Christ Child represents our own soul being born anew every instant.  They assert that the soul is always the newest thing in the universe, and the one who gives birth to it is always a virgin.

There are many ways to think of such things, but consider this; if the Christmas star is a symbol of that call leading to the depths of our own being, and if “God” is a symbol of that mysterious womb out of which we are eternally being born, there is nothing to “find.” And if God is not missing, our weary search is over.

Pope Pardons Former Butler

I am always happy when I find something good to say about someone I have criticized. The current Pope has given his life to fighting against some of the causes I care most about. In my mind, this Pope represents a version of the Catholic Church which is already dead. The rebellious nuns travelling on a bus teaching universal human rights are the Catholic Church being born.

I am happy to say that the Pope has done something even his critics must praise. He has pardoned his former Butler, Paolo Gabriele, who was convicted by a Vatican court of stealing and releasing confidential papers. Gabriele has said he released the papers to let the church know about the corruption within the Holy See.

While the Pope did expell Gabriele, he did not require him to serve the full 18 month sentence, and instead has pardoned him as an act of forgiveness. Whether or not a Pope should have had that power in the first place, it is a very nice gesture.

 

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-20824814