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“You can’t cheat an honest man”

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William Stringfellow observed that the greatest personal challenge is to be the same person… in every time…in every place.

If I’d been able to whisper words into the President’s ear last night, or make him speak like an Edgar Bergen dummy on my lap, he would have asked, “Which of the different people you have been  – from which time…and from which place – is the one you asking the American people to vote for?”

But, alas, I only get to grump and moan, holding the President on my lap, like Mortimer Snerd on the lap of Edgar Bergen. Are we really that dumb?

A lot of gas is holding up this balloon.

“Best Chicken Soup I’ve Ever Had:”

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“Think global; buy local” goes the aphorism. But buying locally gets harder and harder. Locally owned and operated shops are going out of business while the big chain stores eliminate their ability to compete.

Yesterday I wandered into one of those remaining locally owned places in downtown Chaska for a bite to eat. I didn’t mean to, but I did. I started out for Arby’s. I love Arby’s. But the smoke from the parking lot near Arby’s caught my eye. “Smells like hamburgers,” I said to myself, looking for a free lunch.

The smoke was pouring out of a Big Green Egg in front of Ace Hardware several doors down from Cooper’s Market. When it turned out that the hamburgers on the grill were being grilled for the store’s employees – what store does that anymore? – I walked next door to Cooper’s Market.

Coopers has been around a long time. The Cooper family sees itself and its grocery store as part of the community. They live and work here. They believe in this place. They donate tons of food for local charitable events without much recognition.

But their physical location in “Old Chaska” (i.e. downtown) has put them at a competitive disadvantage with Rainbow, Target, and other supermarket chains up the hill in “New Chaska” where I live.

In New Chaska, the corner butcher shop, the locally owned drug store complete with soda fountain, and the candy store that sold kids bubblegum, baseball cards and home-made ice cream when I was a kid are  memories of a by-gone era when neighbors were also the small business people that owned Set Pancost’s Drug Store or Messy Bessy’s candy store. Sorry, Bessy, but that’s what we called the place we went to after school in my home town. The mom-and-pop restaurant with the home-cooked meals still exists at places like Wampach’s in Shakopee, but they’re hard to find, and they’re disappearing fast.

The chicken noodle soup was the best I have ever eaten…anywhere. I was astonished how good it was. I had to tell somebody.  “Did you make this soup?” I asked the woman behind the deli counter.  “Not today,” she said. “I think Jim made it.” “Best chicken soup I’ve ever had.  It was amazing!” She smiled, said thanks, and continued, “We buy everything fresh here. Nothing is frozen. It’s all fresh every day.”

“And what was the spice on the roasted chicken?” “It’s our own blend of spices,” she said. “You won’t find that at Kentucky Fried Chicken,” I said. “I love this place. I’m going to write about this. Your light shouldn’t be hidden under a bushel. People need to know.”

So…if you’re reading this, thinking big global thoughts up or down the street from downtown Chaska, but wanting to buy locally, now you know.

Go to Cooper’s. Then take a trip across Chaska Boulevard for a stop at the Malt Shop for “the best malts in Minnesota” and Dolce Vita’s, the locally owned and operated wine shop that ranks with the very best in New York City or San Francisco. And you won’t have to travel across the globe to get there.

The “Nones” at the coffee shop

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The “Nones” are the fastest growing group in the United States religious landscape. Time publicized the story in its March 12, 2012 issue.

Last week Rose French, religion editor of the Star Tribune here in Minneapolis, personalized the Pew Forum research in  “Fastest growing group in religious circles? The ‘Nones’”  (10.15.12).

The story begins with Marz Haney, a young woman who grew up attending an evangelical Christian church every Sunday. But she had questions. And, it appears, the church she attended wasn’t big enough for her big questions.

Questions and doubts are not enemies of faith. They are the friends of faith. They refine, correct, expand, and reform faith. They challenge what Jean-Paul Sartre called “bad faith.”

Sartre, of course, thought that all religious faith was bad. Some of the “Nones” agree with Sartre. Others still profess faith or “spirituality” but live it outside the boundaries of the traditional institutions that no longer hold meaning for them.

“I had some doubts all along. I was sort of in continual doubt about my personal salvation,” says Marz Haney.

That Marz and others have concluded that spirituality/faith/religion is all about personal salvation brings me great sadness. That she would think so is a reflection of the right turn that began to dominate the American religious landscape beginning in the 1950s.

To many of the “Nones”, fear and hate have become the face of Christianity. Sometime in the late ’50s, the televangelists began to change the face of Christianity to the world. Those who tuned in watched and heard the voices of snake oil salesmen selling purple handkerchiefs that would heal, if only you purchased one and put the hanky on your television screen while the evangelist prayed for you. Intelligent faith was turned into an oxymoron. One either is intelligent and without faith, or full of faith and without intelligence.

At the coffee shop recently, the proprietor who greets me “Good Morning, Your Reverence” with a smile, invited me to join a conversation he was having with two other coffee drinkers. “You can help us here,” Mike said. His grin told me this was a set up. “If God created the world, who created God?”

“Hmmm. Interesting question. Really good question. Really, really, really good question. It assumes, of course, that everything is created. That’s the way we think. If something’s here, it has to have been created. But that begs the question endlessly. So….maybe some things are not created. Whatever that is ultimate reality. In theology, the word we use for the ultimately real is ‘God’.”

Several weeks later a young couple sat at the table at The School of the Wise, a coffee shop and wine bar humorously named after the euphemism for speakeasies during the era of Prohibition. The couple had sent a message through the church’s website inviting a conversation about their needs and whether Shepherd of the Hill Church might be a good fit.

They were “Nones”. I love this couple! They made my evening. So honest. So genuine. So open. Wondering and hoping that perhaps Shepherd of the Hill might be a place unlike that mega-church up the road whose very small print declares belief in “the intention, eternal punishment of the wicked”. They were cautious but feeling the need for a community that welcomes rather than scorns, unites rather than divides, thinks as well as feels, and moves them beyond self-absorption in the comfortable but confining precincts of economic privilege.Sitting in a coffee shop with The New York Times on Sunday Morning over a cup of coffee was no longer enough.

Which, of course, is what the gospel is about, as I understand it.

Jesus had one message: “the Kingdom of God/Heaven is at hand.”  A “Kingdom” is a society, a commonwealth. A society is people in relationship. “At hand” means “Now!” The kingdom of Heaven was something like the heaven the young couple and I were experiencing right there at the back table in The School for the Wise – real people in real relationships, exploring ultimate reality over delicious mocha-mint-lattes, looking beyond our privilege and celebrating the magnificence of a moment that is at the very heart of  creation as we know it.

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Exhaustion

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I’m exhausted…spiritually exhaused. They’re exhausting me…all the emails…and the voice mails telling me that if I don’t give one more dime one more time…my candidate is going to lose…and the world will come to an end…and it’s going to be… my fault.

Anyone else feeling that way?

I’m also torn up inside. I’m trying to be civil…trying to understand why this election is even close…and trying not to be haughty and naughty.

I’m missing my afternoon nap. I love my afternoon nap with Maggie and Sebastian, my buddies here at home. They still sleep like logs…the way I used to…before the Presidential debates and emails that clog my inbox and the phone calls from chummy best friends I’ve never met who want just one more donation of “just $5” so so-and-so knows s/he can count on me.

It’s an illusion. Anyone else feeling that way?

Meantwhile…between the emails and the phone calls…I visit the dying…in hospice care…who live on the edge of existence itself…who sip comfort from the deeper wells. My spirit is strangely quieted. Strangely calmed.  We sit in silence. I read a psalm or two. We…the dying…and I are refreshed. Ready for a nap.

I go home and stumble upon a prayer by Wendell Berry “To the Holy Spirit”:

O Thou, far off and here, whole and broken,

Who in necessity and in bounty wait,

Whose truth is light and dark, mute though spoken,

By Thy wide grace show me Thy narrow gate.”

 

Wendell Berry, Collected Poems, North Point Press, 1964.

Why the President Didn’t Ring the Bell

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Did anyone else feel the sober tone of the President last Wednesday?

He seemed tired, ill-prepared, scattered, aloof.

It looked to this observer as though he did not want to be there, but for different reasons than the pundits suppose. I saw a President who was tired of the nonsense, the posturing, the game in the Charlie the Tuna ad – “Just because it looks good doesn’t mean it is good.” He knew that the solutions proposed by his opponent were the problem that brought America to its knees on near economic collapse in 2008, and that the Republican Party set its sights on insuring the failure of his presidency instead of working together to solve the nation’s problems.

The President is a kind man. His civility is offensive to his enemies and his friends alike. He doesn’t wear his religion on his sleeve. But his belief in doing to others as he would have them to him is more than a throw-line.  At the Democratic National Convention, he had refused to follow the crowd in shouting down Gov. Romney as if he were evil incarnate. Even after Clint Eastwood had put in Obama’s mouth words that he never speaks (“Shut up”), the President chose not to retaliate. He hushed the convention delegates from playing tit-for-tat. He told them not to go there, to rise above it, incurring the anger of a number of party faithful who wanted him to fight with brass knuckles.

Last Wednesday President Obama’s face and demeanor seemed to say, “I want to be somewhere else. I hate this. I hate this charade. There has to be a better way than sound bytes, memorizing one-line shots to fire across each others’ bows, the twisting of fact and the avoidance of the deep philosophical questions that keep a President awake in the night.”

There are no simple solutions to America’s current problems.  They’ve been building for decades. There are no magic wands. The problems are moral, spiritual, and structural. This President knows that reality is different from the one we would like to make up. When such a one sees the complexity, it’s hard to step out on a staged, phony debate that squeezes the world into the nut-sized phrases and slogans that ring the bell that makes Pavlov’s dog salivate.

Could the stage on which he stood – on the night of his real wedding anniversary – have struck him as the opposite of reality itself?  Maybe that’s why he didn’t ring the bell.

The First Duty of Love

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Paul Johannes Tillich

This morning’s crossword quote is from theologian Paul Tillich:

“The first duty of love is to listen.”

To learn more about Paul Tillich click THIS LINK.

Most weeks I return to the works of Tillich. Paul Tillich has rescued many a faith, including my own, when doubt had been mis-perceived to be faith’s enemy.

“Doubt is not the enemy of faith; it is one element of faith.”

– Paul Tillich, The Dynamics of Faith

Tillich’s statement about faith and doubt go hand-in-glove with listening as the first duty of love. If you missed “Staying Together” on Views from the Edge’s, scroll down.  Steve’s poem puts these two Tillich quotes into practice of listening. Here’s a sip:

“Listen, learn, respect, rephrase, repeat

before you even start to speak.”

A Big Bus

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A big bus moves

Like a hippopotamus.

It starts quite slowly

For it weighs so very much.

It carries many people

Who are very glad to ride

Along the busy highway,

Safely tucked inside.

…

Special Warning:

Never ride

Inside

A hippopotabus!

…

Extra Question:

Busses are so big and heavy,

Who could ever

Catch a bus?!

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL

(Published some time in the early 1970s in “Award-Winning Poems” by the North Carolina Poetry Society.  Since, set to music and widely known by my children and grand children.  Ask any of us and we’ll sing it for you…)

Kind of makes you want to smile, huh!


The bus

Staying Together

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Looking for advice on how to stay together? A wise old owl speaks in verse this morning:

It takes two, of course, since either one

is free to leave at any time.

But if both are strong and firm to come

and work together, you may find

problems can be solved.  Sit side-by-side

and face the issue–not your mate.

Listen, learn, respect, rephrase, repeat

before you even start to speak.  

If the conflict is not solved, you still

have both shown that you have the will,

faith, and hope to stay together.  Love

will not come floating from above:

love is built by kindnesses and care–

hard work can save you from despair.

– Steve Shoemaker, host of Keepin’ the Faith with Steve Shoemaker on WILL, Urbana, Illinois, celebrating 47 years of marriage to Nadja.

America and “the Fall”

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WikiLeaks’ Julian Assange addressed the United Nations General Assembly yesterday. His speech is reminiscent of American theologian William Stringfellow who declared in 1968 that we were already living under the rule of “extra-constitutional powers and authorities” that operate covertly in the shadows of democracy.

Watch WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange speaking by satellite from Ecuador where he lives in exile. Unedited Politics deserves credit for posting this.  Of particular interest are references to President Obama that hold his Administration accountable while seeming to grant some credit and holding out hope that he might change things.

Julian Assange Speech to UN General Assembly: “US Trying to Erect National Secrecy Regime” – 9/26/12.

William Stringfellow

William Stringfellow – author, lay theologian, lawyer among the poor and defense attorney for Bishop James Pike and the Berrigan Brothers (Frs. Phil and Dan) – wrote the following in 1973:

“In this world as it is, in the era of time, in common history – in the epoch of the Fall, as the Bible designates this scene every principality has the elemental significance of death, notwithstanding contrary appearances. This is eminently so with respect to nations, for nations are, as Revelation indicates, the archetypical principalities… All virtues which nations elevate and idolize – military prowess, material abundance, technological sophistication, imperial grandeur, high culture, racial pride, trade, prosperity, conquest, sport, language, or whatever – are

subservient to the moral presence of death in the nation. And it is the same with the surrogate nations – the other principalities like corporations and conglomerates, ideologies and bureaucracies, and authorities and institutions of every name and description…

“The Fall is where the nation is. The Fall is the locus of America… Since the climax of America’s glorification as a nation – in the ostensible American victory in World War II, most lucidly and aptly symbolized in Hiroshima – Americans have become so beleaguered by anxiety and fatigue, so bemused and intimidated, so beset by a sense of impotence and by intuitions of calamity, that they have, for

the most part, been consigned to despair… Racial conflict has been suppressed by an elaborate apartheid; products which supposedly mean abundance turn out to contaminate or jeopardize life; the environment itself is rendered hostile; there is a pervasive Babel; privacy is a memory because surveillance is ubiquitous; institutional coercion of human beings has proliferated relentlessly. Whatever must be said of earlier times, in the past quarter century, America has become a technological totalitarianism in which hope, in its ordinary connotations, is being annihilated.”

– An Ethic for Christians and Other Aliens in a Strange Land, William Stringfellow, 1973. (Bolded print added by Views from the Edge)

WikiLeaks at the United Nations 9/26/12 – a Reflection

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Watch WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange speaking by satellite from Ecuador where he lives in political assylum. Unedited Politics deserves credit for posting this. It’s chilling. But it’s important. Of particular interest are references to President Obama that both hold him accountable and seem to hold out hope he might still do what lies beyond the power of the Oval Office.

After watching the video, read William Stringfellow’s words in An Ethic for Christians and Other Aliens in a Strange Land, published in 1973. Stringfellow argued that “extra-constitutional” powers and authorities had already walked off the republic.

Julian Assange Speech to UN General Assembly: “US Trying to Erect National Secrecy Regime” – 9/26/12.

William Stringfellow – author, lay theologian, lawyer among the poor and defense attorney for Bishop James Pike and the Berrigan Brothers (Frs. Phil and Dan) – wrote the following in 1973:

“In this world as it is, in the era of time, in common history – in the epoch of the Fall, as the Bible designates this scene every principality has the elemental significance of death, notwithstanding contrary appearances. This is eminently so with respect to nations, for nations are, as Revelation indicates, the archetypical principalities… All virtues which nations elevate and idolize – military prowess, material abundance, technological sophistication, imperial grandeur, high culture, racial pride, trade, prosperity, conquest, sport, language, or whatever – are

subservient to the moral presence of death in the nation. And it is the same with the surrogate nations – the other principalities like corporations and conglomerates, ideologies and bureaucracies, and authorities and institutions of every name and description…

“The Fall is where the nation is. The Fall is the locus of America… Since the climax of America’s glorification as a nation – in the ostensible American victory in World War II, most lucidly and aptly symbolized in Hiroshima – Americans have become so beleaguered by anxiety and fatigue, so bemused and intimidated, so beset by a sense of impotence and by intuitions of calamity, that they have, for

the most part, been consigned to despair… Racial conflict has been suppressed by an elaborate apartheid; products which supposedly mean abundance turn out to contaminate or jeopardize life; the environment itself is rendered hostile; there is a pervasive Babel; privacy is a memory because surveillance is ubiquitous; institutional coercion of human beings has proliferated relentlessly. Whatever must be said of earlier times, in the past quarter century, America has become a technological totalitarianism in which hope, in its ordinary connotations, is being annihilated.”

– An Ethic for Christians and Other Aliens in a Strange Land, William Stringfellow, 1973. (Bolded print added by Views from the Edge)