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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.

Follow the Money

money - follow the money

money – follow the money

Eight years as Executive Director of the Legal Rights Center, Inc. in Minneapolis confirmed this perspective by Fareed Zakaria.

Money spent on Prisons is rising 6 times the rate spent on higher education  By Fareed Zakaria,  March 25, 2012.

“Televangelist Pat Robertson recently made a gaffe. A gaffe, as journalist Michael Kinsley defined it, occurs when a political figure accidentally tells the truth.

“Robertson’s truth is that America’s drug war has failed and that the country should legalize legalize marijuana. This view goes against the  deepest political, moral and religious positions Robertson has held for decades, so imagine the blinding evidence that he has had to confront-and  that has been mounting for years-on this topic.

“Robertson drew attention to one of the great scandals of American life.
“Mass incarceration on a scale almost unexampled in human history is a
fundamental fact of our country today,” writes the New Yorker’s Adam Gopnik.
“Over all, there are now more people under ‘correctional supervision’ in
America-more than 6 million-than were in the Gulag Archipelago under Stalin
at its height.”

“Is this hyperbole? Here are the facts. The U.S. has 760 prisoners per
100,000 citizens. That’s not just many more than in most other developed
countries but seven to 10 times as many. Japan has 63 per 100,000, Germany
has 90, France has 96, South Korea has 97, and Britian – with a rate among
the-highest – has 153. Even developing countries that are well known for
their crime problems have a third of U.S. numbers. Mexico has 208 prisoners
per 100,000 citizens, and Brazil has 242. As Robertson pointed out on his TV
show, The 700 Club, “We here in America make up 5% of the world’s population
but we make up 25% of the [world’s] jailed prisoners.”

“There is a temptation to look at this staggering difference in numbers and
chalk it up to one more aspect of American exceptionalism. America is
different, so the view goes, and it has always had a Wild West culture and a
tough legal system. But the facts don’t support the conventional wisdom.
This wide gap between the U.S. and the rest of the world is relatively
recent. In 1980 the U.S.’s prison population was about 150 per 100,000
adults. It has more than quadrupled since then. So something has happened in
the past 30 years to push millions of Americans into prison.

“That something, of course, is the war on drugs. Drug convictions went from
15 inmates per 100,000 adults in 1980 to 148 in 1996, an almost tenfold
increase. More than half of America’s federal inmates today are in prison on
drug convictions. In 2009 alone, 1.66 million Americans were arrested on
drug charges, more than were arrested on assault or larceny charges. And 4
of 5 of those arrests were simply for possession.

“Over the past four decades, the U.S. has spent more than $1 trillion
fighting the war on drugs. The results? In 2011 a global commission on drug
policy issued a report signed by George Shultz, Secretary of State under
Ronald Reagan; the – archconservative Peruvian writer-politician Mario Vargas
Llosa; former Fed Chairman Paul Volcker; and former Presidents of Brazil and
Mexico Fernando Henrique Cardoso and Ernesto Zedillo. It begins, “The global
war on drugs has failed … Vast expenditures on criminalization and
repressive measures directed at producers, traffickers and consumers of
illegal drugs have clearly failed to effectively curtail supply or
consumption.” Its main recommendation is to “encourage experimentation by
governments with models of legal regulation of drugs to undermine the power
of organized crime and safeguard the health and security of their citizens.”

“Bipartisan forces have created the trend that we see. Conservatives and
liberals love to sound tough on crime, and both sides agreed in the 1990s to
a wide range of new federal infractions, many of them carrying mandatory
sentences for time in state or federal prison. And as always in American
politics, there is the money trail. Many state prisons are now run by
private companies that have powerful lobbyists in state capitals. These
firms can create jobs in places where steady work is rare; in many states,
they have also helped create a conveyor belt of cash for prisons from
treasuries to outlying counties.

“Partly as a result, the money that states spend on prisons has risen at six
times the rate of spending on higher education in the past 20 years. In
2011, California spent $9.6 billion on prisons vs. $5.7 billion on the UC
system and state colleges. Since 1980, California has built one college
campus and 21 prisons. A college student costs the state $8,667 per year; a
prisoner costs it $45,006 a year.

“The results are gruesome at every level. We are creating a vast prisoner
under-class in this country at huge expense, increasingly unable to function
in normal society, all in the name of a war we have already lost. If Pat
Robertson can admit he was wrong, surely it is not too much to ask the same
of America’s political leaders.”

– appeared on-line, IllinoisDemNews@yahoogroups.com

Sermon: The Estate Sale and a Thousand Years

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This sermon, inspired by a visit to an estate sale and Via Lucis’ photographs of Gothic and Romanesque architecture, was preached at Shepherd of the Hill Presbyterian Church in Chaska, MN.

Ora Labora

Katie delighting in Sebastian

Katie delighting in Sebastian

Today is the second anniversary of Katie’s death after a valiant battle with leiomysosarcoma, a rare terminal cancer.In today’s earlier reposting of Kay’s reflection on her blog, www.rawgrief.com, I quoted the last line of a great hymn.

The composer, T. Tertius Noble, spent his summers in the big house at the top of the wall of Old Garden Beach in Rockport, MA, one block from my grandparents’ home.  Only later in life did I learn that this favorite hymn was composed by the man in the house above the wall at the beach.

Here are the lyrics and an organ rendition of the hymn that flooded my mind this morning, as I gave thanks for Katie and thought of Kay’s reflection.

Come, labor on.  Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fears!

No arm so weak but may do service here; By feeblest agents

may our God fulfill His righteous will.

Come, labor on. No time for rest, till grows the western sky,

Till the long shadows o’er our pathway lie,

And a glad sound comes with the setting sun,

“Well done, well done!”

4:30 am Reflection (during my first few months of grieving)

4:30 am Reflection (during my first few months of grieving).

Kay and her brood -Katie, Andrew, and Kristin

Kay and her brood -Katie, Andrew, and Kristin

Two years ago today we said goodbye to 33-year-old Katherine (“Katie”), RIP. Today her mother Kay posted this amazing reflection. Click the link above the photograph for Kay’s recollection and reflection.

Below is a photograph of Katherine (she preferred her formal name in her adult years) and Christopher (“Chris”), her husband and best friend, during a family trip to Costa Rica in 2009. Chris, you were the best of the best. Payers for Chris Katie’s father, Steve, sister Kristin, brother Andrew, and Kay.  “And a glad sound comes with the setting sun: ‘Well done! Well done!'” – final stanza, hymn “Come, Labor On.”

Katie and Chris on Arenal Volcano, Costa Rica

Katie and Chris on Arenal Volcano, Costa Rica

Stuff

We have so many things

we cannot count them all.

(We’ve added virtual

to piles of actual…)

We’ve had to rent more space–

or buy another house

just to store all our things.

And then we find, of course,

our houses are too small;

we tear them down so all

our stuff, our toys, the things

we bought to sooth our soul

will not have to be thrown

away.  (Because our own

city, village, or town

is surrounded by things

in stinking, seeping hills

of trash, garbage, the frills

we thought were essentials.)

Our hell is filled with things.

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, May 9, 2012

“Man and nature belong together in their created glory – in their tragedy and in their salvation.” – Paul Tillich quote on monument in Tillich Park, New Harmony, Indiana.

Paul JohannesTillich's gravestone in the Paul TillichPark, New Harmony, Indiana

Paul JohannesTillich’s gravestone in the Paul TillichPark, New Harmony, Indiana

Inscription on Paul Tillich’s gravestone reads:

 “He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water that bringeth forth his fruit in due season. His leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.”

– Psalm 1: 3

The Calls of the Loons

This narratied video on Yellow-billed Loons in Arctic Russia speaks for itself. Few things are more lovely or haunting than the sound of Loons.

God above God

A visit to Tillich Park in New Harmony, Indiana, inspired these lyrics. Unfortunately, the blog editing continues to erase the stanza divisions. Each stanza is four lines.

God above God, Source of all Be-ing,

You Whose Name is above all our names:

Help us to kneel; Break down our fences;

Shine through the dark clouds religion has made.

Source of all life, Ground of all Be-ing,

God of the a-corn, the seed and the rain –

Send now your grace, seasons and har-vest,

Circle of life that our hearts have disdained.

Mother of nat-ions, Father of pe-oples,

Known as Allah, Adonai, El-o-him ~

Known, yet not known, Be-yond all perception

But for your grace in all cultures revealed

God of the cross, Life to the pla-net,

You Whom we cross with our gods and our ways –

Raise us to life, breathe now Your Spirit,

Restore us to life as the kin to all Life.

God above God, Source of all Be-ing,

You Whose Name is above all our names:

Help us to kneel; Break down our fences;

Dispel the dark clouds our religions have made.

– Gordon C. Stewart, November 4, 2005

Sung to tune “Dexter”  4.5.7 D with Refrain

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYmXDCTbdak

“God above God” is the language of Paul Tillich for whom God is not a being among others – an object of finitude – but the Ground of Being Itself, the Ground that remains when all of our concepts and idea collapse.

The source of this affirmation of meaning within meaninglessness, of certitude within doubt, is not the God of traditional theism but the “God above God,” the power of being, which works through those who have no name for it, not even the name God.

PAUL TILLICH, SYSTEMATIC THEOLOGY, VOL. 2, P.12

“Man and nature belong together in their created glory – in their tragedy and in their salvation.” – Paul Tillich monument, Tillich Park, New Harmony, Indiana.

Weary Traveler

I wrote this piece a year ago during the nuclear reactors crisis in Japan. Today, one day before the second anniversary of step-daughter Katherine’s death at the age of 33, I brought it out of mothballs for those who may be feeling weary.

“Don’t be weary, traveler, Come along home, come home.  Don’t be weary traveler, come along home.  Come home.”

“Weary Traveler” was a slave song that expresses what prose cannot say.

I am wearied by the news of homeless people in Japan. I am weary hearing of nuclear explosions and possible meltdowns.  I am weary of what human ingenuity has done and is doing to the oceans, the wetlands, and the coastlands. I am weary of the things that lay beyond control. I feel helpless to help.  I am preoccupied with sadness.

I fall down a flight of stairs at home carrying a flimsy box of books too heavy and too poorly packed. I’m not paying attention.  Two days later I take the dogs for their morning walk and fall on the ice I did not see. I’m weary with bad news, not paying attention to my footing, not seeing the red ball sun rising over the white birch trees on the morning walk.

Like those weary travelers who had no control over their world, “my head is wet with the midnight dew,” even at sunrise.  I slip on the ice. My dog licks my face, calling me back to where my body is – on the ground on a street corner two blocks from the home we share here in Minnesota.

Maggie knows nothing of what’s happening in Japan.  All she knows is that she’s here, that her clumsy, preoccupied friend has fallen, that he needs some love… and that the sunrise is beautiful.

I’m a long way from the home I would like – a planetary home where tsunamis do not leave people homeless and where nuclear reactors do not explode or melt down –and I always will be. When my Japanese neighbors fall into chaos and horror, I can try to lick the faces with charitable giving and prayers but only from afar.  But I cannot change what has happened.

I pray that those who sang the slave songs, the spirituals and the blues as they traveled with a great weariness may become my mentors, and that, in some way, their hopeful tones will rise from the coastal people of Japan. Our enslaved American forebears dug deep inside themselves to a richer, truer place that called them home to each other and to a dignity the world could not take away. They endured when the objective reasons for hope were in short supply. In the wake of a tsunami, they call a global generation to travel on even as we ache for each other from afar.

“Don’t be weary, traveler, Come along home, come home.  Keep on goin’, traveler, Come along home, come home; Keep a singing all the way, Come along home, Come home.”

Listen to Odetta singing “I’ve been [re]buked and I’ve been scored.”

“Come to me, all you who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give your rest.”

Kay, Katie, Sebastian, and Bob

Some days have a way of focusing one’s attention. Today is one of them.

Kay, author of www.rawgrief.com, is the focus. She always holds my complete attention. But this week is special.

Kay in the Boundary Water Canoe Wilderness Area

Kay in the Boundary Water Canoe Wilderness Area

Three things coalesced today: 1) This week, May 9, is the second anniversary of Kay’s daughter Katherine (“Katie” to her family.  2) Last night Kay posted a joyful motherly reflection on her day with Chris, Katie’s widower, sorting through Katie’s writings and photographs, some of which Kay was seeing for the very first time. 3) Unedited Politics posted a Bob Kerrey campaign ad for U.S. Senate (re-posted minutes ago here).

When Bob returned from Vietnam, nursing himself back to health, making the hard adjustment to living without a leg as an anti-war veteran, Kay met Bob in an Economics class. Kay, Bob and others became close friends. Bob Kerrey has never forgotten.

So…today Kay, Katherine (“Katie”), and Bob have the full attention of Views from the Edge, as do the other postings that appear today. The photograph of Kay with her morning coffee was taken by the edge of the Boundary Waters Canoe Wilderness Area in Northern Minnesota.

Nebraska Senate Candidate Bob Kerrey Campaign Ad: “Not Afraid”

Nebraska Senate Candidate Bob Kerrey Campaign Ad: “Not Afraid”.

Just more hot air? Or a breath of fresh air?  You decide.

Bob Kerrey is saying what most of us long for in American politics: elected representatives who do what’s right for the American people no matter where the ideas come from.

Kay has known Bob Kerrey since he returned from Vietnam missng a leg. He came home to Nebraska as a student at the University of Nebraska. According to Kay and the others in his close circle of friends back then, Bob is for real.

Thanks again to United Politics for sharing unedited pieces from American pullic life.

I spotted Bob 10 years ago at O’Hare Airport in Chicago. “Bob Kerrey?” “Yes, hi.” “You don’t know me, but you know Kay Calkins…” His eyes grew wide. So did his smile. “O my, yes! Of course! How could I ever forget? How do you know Kay?”

Those whose lives Kay has touched do not forget; nor does she forget them. Bob Kerrey is one of them. We need more like him.

Have we become so jaded that we believe nothing, even when a man’s record stands for what he says?