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About Gordon C. Stewart

I've always liked quiet. And, like most people, I've experienced the world's madness. "Be Still! Departure from Collective Madness" (Wipf and Stock Publishers, Jan. 2017) distills 47 years of experiencing stillness and madness as a campus minister and Presbyterian pastor (IL, WI, NY, OH, and MN), poverty criminal law firm executive director, and social commentator. Our cat Lady Barclay reminds me to calm down and be much more still than I would be without her.

The People’s Gas Company, Chicago: Leaking Pipes Division

Chicago gas company

A memoir by Steve Shoemaker:

We had four tools:  a mattock (pick)

a shovel, spade, an air hammer

hosed to a trailing compressor.

 

The nasty foreman used orange paint

to spray a shape just like a grave

on the busy downtown street.

 

We broke through asphalt, concrete,

then threw the chunks and clods above

our heads as we dug out the hole.

 

The leaking gas pipe was below,

(ominously about six feet).

Our tee shirts sweat in summer heat.

 

The hated foreman never came

down in the hole because he knew

someone would drop a heavy tool…

 

After mechanics fixed the leak,

we filled the empty grave.  Quite near

there always was a bar for beer.

The foreman would stay in his truck.

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, January 8, 2013

Verse – “Seminary Summer Work Program”

Few had blue collar moms or dads–

they had not done factory work

or construction.  No, college lads

or gals, and we the same.  Now luck

or providence placed us in school

to learn to be good pastors.  Here

the Profs believed each was a fool

and frightened of the working poor.

 

The Forman was a martinet,

a dictator.  He yelled and swore

not knowing I might be his Priest

someday.  We had a seminar

each night with union leaders who

would talk of strikes and rights, and share

war stories.  Management would fly

in with charts proving they were fair…

 

I ripped the sheet and with a yell

one night sent bosses straight to hell.

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL January 7, 2013

The Story of Dick and Dorothy…and Lee

His name was Lee.  He was a quiet man.

He was friendly enough – just not terribly outgoing.

He wasn’t the sort of person who would call attention to himself.

Lee lived across the street from Dick and Dorothy.

Like Lee, Dick and Dorothy didn’t socialize much – not at all in fact.

And their house was quiet – their house was really quiet!  You see, Dick and Dorothy hadn’t spoken to one another in years.  Their only child, Susan, was grown and gone.  Back in those days, divorces were extremely rare.  You lived together “till death do us part” – even if the differences were irreconcilable and the hostile silence was deafening.

Dick and Dorothy had a dog named Trixie.  It was obvious if Trixie needed water.  What was not so obvious was whether or not Trixie had been fed.  So Dick and Dorothy had silently devised a system to clarify this matter without having to speak to one another.   If you fed Trixie, you placed her bowlful of food in a different location in the kitchen than it had been previously.

Dick and Dorothy and Trixie may have invented the progressive dinner.

During January of 1967, there was a terrible blizzard.  Every weekday Dick commuted to and from Chicago – 26 miles one way – and by the time he got home at 6:00 p.m., his driveway was filled with almost two feet of drifted snow!  The car never made it up the gentle grade to the garage.  In fact, it barely made it into the driveway.  The rear end of the car was a traffic hazard in the street.

Lee was watching from his cozy living room as Dick trudged to his garage to fetch a snow shovel.  So Lee did what any good neighbor would do.  He bundled up, grabbed his own shovel, and headed across the street to help his friend.  The wind was howling and the snow was still coming down.

It took them 45 minutes to get Dick’s car to the garage.  After thanking Lee profusely for his help, Dick invited his neighbor into the kitchen to get warm over a cup of coffee.  Dorothy joined them at the kitchen table.

At first, the conversation was awkward.  Lee knew the dynamics of this dysfunctional household.  Dick made a comment.  Lee replied.  Dorothy made a comment.  Lee replied.  This went on for a while.

But then – something happened.  Something changed.  Dorothy made a comment.  And DICK REPLIED.  Then, DOROTHY REPLIED.  Lee had the good sense – or perhaps the divine wisdom – to keep his mouth shut and just wait and see what would happen next.

That was the beginning for Dick and Dorothy.  They began to talk.  They started communicating with one another in other ways than by moving the dog dish.  The healing began. The relationship was renewed.

Lee was the catalyst.  Where there had been hatred – Lee sowed the seed of love.

Lee wasn’t an outspoken champion of peace and justice and reconciliation.

Maybe Lee was just at the right place at the right time.

Was Lee an angel?  Dick and Dorothy’s daughter, Susan, will tell you he was.

I think he was too.  I know I’m proud of him.  Lee was my father.

– Harry Lee Strong, Pastor, United Church of the San Juans in Ridgeway, CO, January 3, 2013. Harry is a dear friend and former classmate, McCormick Theological Seminary Class of ’67. Like frequent contributor Steve Shoemaker, Harry is one of six former classmates who gather annually for a week of fellowship and reflection.

Christian-Marxist Dialogue: a Memoir

Thanks to Robert Perschmann for bringing attention to this link, sent out as a New Year’s gift by The People’s World, the newspaper of the Communist Party USA.

Robert sent the link as a part of a comment on Views from the Edge’s  post from “Every Valley” from Handel’s “Messiah”. I responded with the following reflection, slightly edited here.:

“Robert, the valleys and mountains, and the rough places a plain, or level place, are so clearly (biblical) metaphors for the coming of economic just. “He has put down the mighty from their thrones, and exalted those of low degree. He has filled the hungry with good things, and the rich he has sent empty away.” The hearer is transported into a vision and hope that can only be voiced and heard in poetry. It is the day of the lion and the lamb, the end of violence and sorrow, the end of the disparities of the sated and the sorrowful.

Josef Hromadka

Josef Hromadka

“Josef Hromadka, Czech theologian and “father of Christian-Marxist Dialogue” during the Cold War, always said the church’s unfaithfulness to its calling was responsible for the atheism of communism. In Czarist Russia there were, on the one hand, the Czar and the Church, and, on the other, the peasants, the poor, the suffering who were oppressed by the throne and consigned to perpetual poverty by the church that taught them to be patient in their hope for another world. Hromadka called for the church to confess the sin of abandoning it charter and its hope. He saw in communism the re-awakening of the original grand hope for the coming of the Kingdom of God.

“Hromadka was a much-beloved professor of theology at Princeton Theological Seminary during the 30s and 40s. My father studied with him and remembered him fondly as a great teacher. When Hromadka left his secure teaching position in Princeton in 1947, many of his Western friends and colleagues were deeply disappointed and highly critical. They viewed him as naïve, a communist, or communist-sympathizer. Hromadka returned to create in Czechoslovakia and the wider Eastern bloc a dialogue that would contribute to the hope for a more humane and human society in both the church and the society..

“Thanks for the link. So interesting and rather mind-blowing that the newspaper of the Communist Party USA would choose Beethoven’s 9th as a New Year gift. I’ll listen with new ears.”

Princeton Theological Seminary Professor Charles West’s “Hromadka: Theologian of the Resurrection” offers an in-depth look at Hromadka’s life and witness as seen by a faculty colleague in the West.  Here are some excerpts from the article:

Hromadka rejected both liberalism, with its shallow view (of the human crisis, and conservatism, with its allegiance to old structures which had lost their moral power. “We are living on the ruins of the old world, both morally and politically,” he concluded. “No one single element and norm of our civilization can possibly be taken for granted.”

With this faith which he continually translated into political judgments, Hromadka made the choice to return to Czechoslovakia in 1947, to accept the Communist coup d’etat in 1948, and to work as a Christian within the framework of a Marxist-dominated socialist society.

“I am in no sense a Communist,” he wrote, “but I take part in this revolution from the point of view of my Christian faith which sees the work of the forgiving grace of God in the midst of changes that are coming about.”

Thanks for coming by Views from the Edge. Leave a comment to promote discussion.

Verse – When Love Has Gone

AUTHOR’S NOTE: “Not all poetry is autobiographical.” 🙂

Verse – “When Love Has Gone”

They had been together

years.  The kids had all grown,

gone.  Old wounds would fester;

anger was like a crown:

one head then the other…

then despair, all their own.

Stubbornly they refuse

divorce.  They start to go

for help and learn to use

kindnesses, no words, no

sex, but avoid abuse.

Slowly, love starts to grow…

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, Jan. 3, 2013

No Snow

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the people know

life is languid:

there is no snow.

Moving, working,

and thinking:  slow.

What’s the hurry?

It will not snow.

Ice is only

inside the drinks;

hockey players

must go to rinks.

Skating, sledding,

and snowman fun–

all is elsewhere.

Icicles:  none.

Brown ground:  dirty,

no change in sight;

nothing ever

becomes all white.

Bugs and kudzu

will swarm and grow:

never winter,

no saving snow…

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, January 1, 2013

Note from Views from the Edge:

Steve with kite in snow

Steve with kite in snow

Prayers on New Year’s Day for 2013 “saving snow” in languid-no-change-in- sight D.C. and the hinterlands.

Every Valley

Happy New Year to each of you this “cliffy” New Year’s Eve.

The Megachurch?

Shepherd of the Hill in Chaska, MN, so named, in part, after the Sermon on the Mount and the feeding of the 5,000, is a small church. VERY small. 80 members. You might say it’s a Minichurch. Or maybe just a church.

Steve Shoemaker sent this unrelated piece for publication today on Views from the Edge. Here’s one artist’s rendering of the throng that heard the Sermon on the Mount, followed by Steve’s poem.

Sermon on the Mount, a Rocky Landscape Beyond - Abraham Bloemaert(Gorinchem 1566-1651 Utrecht)

Sermon on the Mount, a Rocky Landscape Beyond – Abraham Bloemaert (Gorinchem 1566-1651 Utrecht)

“The Megachurch”

The Megachurch had altar calls, of course,

and handed out a little book to all

the saved.  It said you had been very wise

and good to come to Jesus (though appalling

evil sinner you must surely be.)

There was no mention Jesus was a Jew.

A bifurcated Bible had a New

Testament (none other).  Read John and see

all that you need to know–not 25

of Matthew, not the Sermon on the Mount,

no law, no Psalms.  Just join our church so lively:

Hear the rock band play–become a saint.

No mention you should learn to serve the poor.

(But to find God ours is the only door.)

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, Dec. 31, 2012

"Where thousands are gathered in my name..."

Imagine a place…

Where God is love…

and hell exists only in the mind

and heaven is all around us…

A place…

where tradition and questions meet

where jazz-gospel is the language of faith.

A small place…

…where two or three of us

odd, wounded, ducks

are gathered together

in Christ’s name

where your heart is lifted

your mind is challenged

and your spirit refreshed

to change the world.

Imagine yourself at

Shepherd of the Hill sign on State Highway 41 in Chaska

Sunday Worship at 9:30 a.m.

After the holiday feast

Natural Cures for Indigestion from www.natural-home-cures.com.

Natural Cures for Indigestion from http://www.natural-home-cures.com.

“Eat”

eat

feast

eat more

appetizers

fruit vegetables

meat potatoes pasta

i want i can eat i will eat

rolls bread pastry real butter

gravy beer pop wine champagne

deserts pie cake cobbler

cookies candy pudding

ice cream custard

flan trifle truffle

tiramisu tums

diabetes

fat

fast

work out

walk run lift

portion control

chew food slowly

carrots celery salad

put fork down between bites

talk listen share memories

drink water chew ice

cut small bites

exercise bike

swim trim

healthy

slim

Health and fitness motivation by elisa @ www.indulgy.com

Health and fitness motivation by elisa @ http://www.indulgy.com

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, Dec. 30, 2012

NRA vows to fight arms trade treaty at the U.N.

Click HERE for the article published today by MSC.com