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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.

In Loco Parentis

Only seniors could have cars

at Wheaton College in the ’60s.

Even though I had a job

in the next town, I had to hitch

a ride with an older classmate.

So we bought a ’47

hearse.  The four of us found 50

bucks, and also found a guy,

a senior, who would swear the car

was his:  the lies took us to heaven./

One of our rebellious Moms

made red velvet side-curtains for

the windows in the back.  Our dates

would laugh at the chrome rollers in

the floor.  No one wanted to drive..

1947 Pontiac hearse

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, August 21, 2012

Feast or Fast

Is the Spiritual Discipline of Fasting Un-American?

“The Supper of the Lamb,” Robert Farrar Capon’s

great theological cookbook, dissed dieting,

insisting it was better far to feast, then fast.

But we are surrounded by ads, take-outs,

fast-FOOD!  Can we really just be drinking

plain water for a day?  Can a fast last?

We can remember to say Grace

(recall when a prayer was thinking

food was a gift?)  Be thankful FAST!

Then souls will grow, waist-lines

shrink.  It bears repeating:

we must first feast, then fast.

Americans

meditating,

while moving fast…

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL August 21, 2012

Steve’s poem transported me back in time to the boyhood where Grace preceded every meal. All heads were bowed. All ears were open and mouths shut before we feasted on my mother’s cooking. Many of the words my parents offered are gone, but the gift they gave us was deeper than words: the quiet, humble, reverent tone with which the prayers were uttered… on our behalf…and on behalf of those who had no food. Nothing at the feast was fast or taken for granted. “Give us this day our daily bread….”

Heinrich Schutz’ lament for Absalom

Thanks to Dennis Aubrey of Via Lucis for sharing Heinrich Schutz’s rendering of David’s lament, “My son, Absalom!” in response to “Holy Tears: David, Absalom…and Us” posted here on Views from the Edge this morning.

Earbud Wires

Verse — Earbud Wires

eaqr bud devices for the hearing impaired

pocketed pursed

tangled

intertwined

a mind of their own

like kite string on the ground

like an extension cord snake-pit

too short to reel

too short to wind around

elbow & thumb

too long to spool

too light to use

as a belt

double

redouble

tie in a knot

marriage can solve

entanglements

– another piece of genius by a fellow hearing impaired classmate, Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, Illinois. Thanks to Steve’s partner in life, Nadja, for the photograph of the ear buds.

 

A Visit to the Nursing Home: Staying Sane

Click During campaign season, maintaining serenity is a good trick to read last Friday’s guest commentary published by MPR. The commentary will also air on All Things Considered, “the most listened-to, afternoon drive-time, news radio program in the country”.

“Holy Tears: David, Absalom…and Us”

A sermon inspired by the personal story of a king who was losing it and his son, Absalom, leading to the larger question of how we define abundance in our time. If you can get by the first minute and have the time – it’s dreadfully long 🙂 it might be of interest. Please let me know your responses to the last part of the sermon re-defining the idea of abundance.

The Creator’s Playfulness

“Good morning, world!” – New-born giraffe

How can you not love a face like this?

Those big eyes. Those big ears. Those things on the head. That Joe E. Brown mouth and smile of a new-born giraffe?

Take 44 seconds to see the giraffe’s likeness in Joe E. Brown – same DNA? -see for yourself the Creator’s great sense of play and humor. God is laughing with us, not at us.

“Someday, I’ll be big too, just like you and Joe E., right Mom?”

Baby and mother giraffes – Antwerp Zoo

Capture the Flag

Children playing Capture the Flag

Long before I got hooked on Facebook, my childhood friends and I used to play outside until it got dark.  Capture the Flag was our favorite game.If you had the flag, your job was to keep it; if you didn’t, your job was to capture it.  Only one person had the flag; the rest of us worked together until one of us got it.  And when one of us did, the game started over again.

Even if you hadn’t captured the flag that night, you went home knowing that tomorrow you had another chance.  Nothing was forever in the game of Capture the Flag.

We were learning how the game of democracy is played. We were learning how to win and how to lose.  We were learning the importance of continuing to play the game because no one knew how things would turn out the next night before our Moms called us home at bedtime.

All these years later, we’re playing Capture the Flag on Facebook.  Some of us are Democrats.  Some are Republicans.  Some are Libertarians.  Some are Socialists.  Some of us are Cynics who’ve decided that the game is stacked and that no matter how hard they try to capture the flag for what they believe in, the same bullies always win.

When we played the game as kids, there was a nearly level playing field.  The slowest of us had less of a chance than the fastest, but even the slowest and the smallest had a shot, if we worked together to capture the flag.

It’s not that different now, except that the bullies have money the rest of us don’t have. They’ve also learned how to divert our attention. Well-funded mind-bending scare tactics seek to convince voters that the flag has actually been in our pocket and that we, not they, are losing control of our country if health care reform, action on climate change, and reigning in Wall Street are the results of the November election.

Protest sign: U.S. Chamber of Commerce

It’s time to go out to the backyard and play the game again. Time to stand up together to reign in Wall Street and the U.S. Chamber of Commerce and to tell our friends in the Tea Party that  deregulated, laissez-faire capitalism will serve only the fittest, not the many. Time to snatch the Stars and Stripes out of the deep pocket of the bullies who paint themselves as America’s last, best hope. No one gets to keep the flag in the United States of America.

“The Book”

“Dump and Run,” a verse posted here yesterday about a recycling program at the University of Illinois, was inspired by a student recycling program of the University YMCA. Today Steve follows it up with another experience from his years as Executive Director at the University Y.

Verse  —  The Book

The author, Richard Powers, said he would

not sign the book he wrote because he felt

all books were sacred objects.  But, he could,

to help the campus Y, compose a note

explaining this, sign that, and we could sell

them both  at our grand charity auction.

I owned his first book (can one own a holy

thing?) and all the rest, including one

that claimed a national award.  I told

the staff I would not give them up.  We bought,

on-line, a first edition, “Mint,” and sold

it to the richest person there.  He caught

the spirit, made an altar…when he needs

a god, he lights a candle and he reads.

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL

altar candles

 

Stamping out Affluenza

Verse – “Dump and Run”

Lisa Heller lost a ring.

Dumpsters came to be her thing!

She taught students at her school

Making trash just wasn’t cool.

Donate stuff that still has use;

Reduce trash, avoid abuse

To the earth.  Take your measure:

Turn the trash into treasure!

Lisa started Dump and Run.

College students have great fun

Giving, sharing–have a sale!

Find a bargain, make a deal!

Help a group that helps the world,

Buy recycled things you need.

Like you avoid  INfluenza,

You can stamp out AFFluenza!

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, pays tribute to “Dump and Run”.

Dumping and running at the landfill

  At the end of the academic year, University of Illinois students drop off the “stuff” that might end up in the landfill to the University YMCA to be recycled by other students.

Former Executive Director of the University YMCA and Pastor of McKinley Presbyterian Church at the University of Illinois, Steve continues to host “Keepin’ the Faith” on Illinois Public Radio  every Sunday evening at 5:00 CST.