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Heaven on the Bridge at Big Sur
Sometimes the present is heavenly. Click HERE for one of those times. This photo of the Bixby Bridge, Big Sur, California, by Max Granz posted on Photobotos.com is ethereal…and Eartlhy real. Leave the photo up for a few minutes to relax your day…or bring calm to your night.
You cover Yourself with a garment,
who has stretched out the heavens like a tent,
who has laid the beams of Your chambers on the waters …who makes the winds Your messengers,
fire and flame (and headlights?) Your ministers.”
– Psalm 104
Leave a comment here or on the Photobotos site, as I did, to appreciate the photograph and to thank the patient photographer.
The O.D.D. Waiter
The following is a dialogue from dinner last night with the oppositional waiter.
Can I get you something to drink?
Yes, two Mojitos, please.
A Mojito for the gentleman?
Yes. Two Mojitos, please.
You both want a Mojito.
Yes.
We have a very nice strawberry drink…a strawberry basil lemonade – very nice for the lady.
Well… (Kay is hesitant…)
Or maybe the Hibiscus…very nice: Absolut Pear, St. Germain, and Lunetta sparkling wine with a sugared hibiscus flower. I think you’ll really like it. It’s very nice…
No… I don’t think so. I’ll have the Mojito.
(Waiter stares and frowns at “the Lady”)
And we’d like the spicy shrimp appetizer and the calamari.
Sure. One spicy-shrimp. Good choice. Do you like Sushi?
Yes.
May I suggest the crunchy crab roll? I think you’ll really like it. It’s one of my favorites.
Hmmm… Is it soft-shell crab?
Yes. It’s really good. Very nice.
Okay. Okay with you, honey?
Sure.
One spicy shrimp and the crunchy crab roll.
Very good, and I’ll leave you with the menus.
(Waiter departs. Kay and I – each incredulous – turn to each other with wide-eyed smiles.)
What just happened? Who is this guy?
He’s oppositional defiant (Kay works in the mental health field, she knows about Oppositional Defiant Disorder [ODD] where I say it’s green, he says it’s red.). Can you believe that? Everything we said we wanted, he opposed. It was weird. Have you ever seen anything like that?
What was even weirder is that we did what he said! How crazy is that! Reminds me of the old Steve Martin waiter routine, except that this guy’s on top of it. He got us to change our order!
Why did we do that? At least I got my Mojito. I didn’t want something with strawberries.
(Waiter returns)
And what can I get you for an entrée?
We’ll have the Macadamia chicken to share.
(Waiter makes a face.)
And we’d like the garlic mashed potatoes.
The best thing on the menu – my favorite – is the sea bass. Really special.
(Kay and I hesitate … look at each other)
I don’t know. Is it Chilean Sea Bass? There’s a lot of bad press about Chilean sea bass and mercury.
Hmmm. I don’t know. I can find out if you really want to know. But there are 13 different kinds of sea bass. (Kay, who’s not hard of hearing, tells me later that he had told us that this is a very rare endangered sea bass! If I’d have know that…)
What’s it come with?
A very nice rice pilaf. But if you like, I can substitute the garlic mashed potatoes. This is very special. My favorite.
Okay. We’ll go with the sea bass.
Very good choice. You’ll really like it.
(ODD Waiter leaves. We’re alone again.)
Did you really want the sea bass?
No, I wanted the Macadamia Chicken.
(Laughter again.)
Why did we do that?
I don’t know. He’s a terrorist!
I can’t believe it. We did whatever he said. What’s wrong with us?
It’s like he’s the ODD Waiter – the ODD junior-high waiter. And we were the parents who buckled ‘cause we didn’t want to make him mad. We’re afraid of the junior high terrorist.
(The sea bass arrives….. With rice pilaf. No garlic mashed potatoes. The rice pilaf is fabulous. So was the sea bass.)
We say nothing.
The Tower
Of course a tower is built by starting from
the bottom. Strong arms and shovels make
a joint to earth with wet, gray gravel, and form
with time, a foundation almost like rock.
Orange steel is welded, riveted and made
to stand naked pointing skyward. Then blocks
and bricks are hoisted slowly up the side
providing covering flesh the tower lacks.
Small children make towers in trees, and these,
though only made of rotting boards, still stand
as proudly strong (in the children’s eyes)
as those from which much older ones descend.
But both kinds of towers seem built to say
with their builders–we look down on the sky.
– 6’8″ Steve Shoemaker
Anglican Theological Review, April, 1973
Steve wants you to know that we’re both important. He has his tower. I have mine. Steve is host of “Keepin’ the Faith,” a Sunday evening program on on WILL – archive programs, “including two with Gordon Stewar” (Steve ordered me to put this in here – he’s taller, so I do everything he says), can be heard anytime, anywhere @ www.will.illinois.edu/keepinthefaith
Sister Brigid McDonald calls Vatican’s reprimand of U.S. nuns group a ‘misuse of power’
Sister Brigid McDonald calls Vatican’s reprimand of U.S. nuns group a ‘misuse of power’.
Click title above for the story. Well-known here in the Twin Cities as a faithful Catholic witness for peace and justice, Sister Brigid McDonald was interviewed by MinnPost.com. Click the title to read the interview.
Earlier on Views from the Edge we posted “The Shadow of the Grand Inquisitor.” The good Sister is not intimidated by the Shadow.
Dr. Mahmoud El-Kati talks of racism and mesmerizes students at South
Click on: Dr. Mahmoud El-Kati talks of racism and mesmerizes students at South. This man is a legend in his own time Minnesota. He deserves all the air time the world will give him. He has spoken at Shepherd of the Hill Church‘s First Tuesday Dialogues on the historical roots of the colony at Jamestown, and is a highly esteemed colleague and friend.
The Web of Sanity and Fullness
A newspaper reporter asked me some questions. We were preparing for a First Tuesday Dialogues series on sustainability called “The Good Green Earth.”
The series would bring five speakers, including spokespeople from the Gulf of Mexico deeply engaged in hazard assessment, technology, and recovery in the wake of Deepwater Horizon.
What’s your sense of the possibilities and trends for sustainability in your work now and what does it look like in the future?
I responded that one of my inspirations is Paul Tillich, according to whom:
Being religious means asking passionately the question of the meaning of our existence and being willing to receive answers, even if the answers hurt.
Faith consists in being vitally concerned with that ultimate reality to which I give the symbolical name ‘God’. Whoever reflects earnestly on the meaning of life is on the verge of an act of faith.
My calling as a pastor was to help us here at Shepherd of the Hill and here in Chaska literally “go out of our mind.”
Because the collective mind that has delivered us to this place is killing us and destroying the balance of nature.
My calling is to shake us loose from the mental and spiritual chains of species superiority, My calling is to shake us loose from the mental and spiritual chains of species superiority, the mistaken notion that we – humankind – are the exception to Nature. It’s a call to help re-shape our understanding of ourselves as participants rather than owners, participants rather than conquerors or manipulators, members of a diverse natural order of interdependent life. The spiritual resources are there in Hebrew scripture, in the New Testament epistles to the Ephesians and the Colossians, and in the ancient respectful spirituality of some of America’s indigenous people. By “going out of our mind” we will come back into a the web of sanity and fullness.
What factors do you see pushing towards or against sustainability?
Historian of science and technology Lynn White said flat-out that the root problem of the sustainability crisis is religious or spiritual, and so is the solution.
So, number one, we have to address the old and emerging questions about what Tillich called “Ultimate Reality” and the meaning of our existence. We have to go into labor to set the new theological and anthropological paradigm free from of the old destructive thinking. What we are beginning to find as we go into this spiritual labor is that this more respectful, more holistic way of thinking is not new at all – it’s the older paradigm that got side-tracked by greed and pride.
God has “come down,” as it were, to frustrate our attempts at building the secure city called Babel; God is making us nomads again who recognize that we and the Earth are already full, not empty. Every settlement comes to nothing. Every tower built as a monument to pride falls. And number two, and I’m afraid there is no other way to say this – we will never make it without leaving behind the economic system of greed. Capitalism is killing us.
The consolidation of wealth and corporate power have a stranglehold on national, state, and local public policy. The members of the boards of the oil companies sit on the boards of General Motors and Ford. So it’s no wonder that U.S. federal policies on transportation are car-friendly and suspicious of mass-transit, regardless of a car’s gas mileage. Osalescence is built in because you can’t sell something five years from now if the old model is still like new. Our health care and the FDA are in the palm of the insurance and drug company’s so that it’s illegal to go across the border to fill your prescription in Canada.
Finally, the sustainability of the human species itself is, I believe, imperiled by chemical alterations that are meant to do good but that, in the long run, make us biologically less resistant and resilient. Our natural immune systems are being weakened by pesticides in the food we eat and by the pharmaceuticals we ingest from the drug store.
We have become a nation of addicts. Addicted to illusionary dreams of abundance. Addicted to prescription drugs. Addicted to fast food and faster short-term solutions. Even instant gratification is too slow. Controlled by advertizing that sells us prescription drugs that’ll give you an immediate erection but may send you to the emergency room if it last more than four hours,or drugs that may ruin your liver or land you in a casket, and the real pushers are not the petty drug peddlers on Minneapolis’s North Side. The real pushers are legal. They’re given license, while those who would shut them down are looked upon as crackpots and throw-backs who are opposed to progress.
So…what’s stopping real progress, a more Earth-friendly way of organizing human affairs that embraces reality itfself, “Being-Itself”? The intransigent, legal, institutionalized arrangements of power and money, on the one hand, and our willing compliance with the de-democratization of America that salutes the system of greed. We have to learn again, and we are – very slowly – pushing and screaming, that “the Earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof”. We have turned it over to the forces of greed and destruction.
We need to recover the gratitude and spiritual paradigm of a natural abundance in order to push against the false promises of those who would have us believe that our lives and the world would be empty without all the stuff that ends up in the landfills or washes ashore in the estuaries of the Gulf of Mexico.
So……Chime in, friends. How would you answer the reporter’s questions?
Watch Dynamic speech on “My Energy Plan”
Click HERE to be blissfully inspired by dynamic speaker President Gerald Ford’s speech on energy policy and Congress “doing nothing to end energy dependence,” including a call for “a windfall profits tax on oil companies,” complete with equally dynamic props. “Nothing has been done since January!” “We must get on with the job RIGHT NOW. Thank you, and good night.” – 1975
Jesus Barabbas
There are two Jesuses – two different Sons of the Father. One is executed; the other is released. Both are with us still.
Here’s the sermon at Shepherd of the Hill Presbyterian Church in Chaska, MN, a place for the mind and heart on YouTube:
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The Legacies of Joe Hill and Doug Hall
You who hold us in the hollow of your hand,
Who hold us in the curve of a mother’s arms,
Whose flesh is the flesh of hills and hummingbirds and angleworms,
Whose skin is the leathered skin of the barge-toter and the old Indian Chief and the smooth skin of a newborn babe,
Whose color is the color of the zebra and the brown bear and the green grass snake,
Whose hair is the aurora borealis, the rainbow and nebulae,
Whose eyes sometimes shine like the evening stars, and then like fireflies, and then again like an open wound,
Whose touch is the touch of life and the touch of death,
Whose name is everyone’s, each and all alike, for just a fleeting moment on the shore of time, the hem of your eternity:
Grant us to see ‘tis only the splendor of light hideth thee.’ Let Your healing balm salve the tender wounds of grief and turn the tears of mourning into tears of unshakable joy.
God of the sparrow, God of the whale, God of the pruning hook: You ask only that we do justice, love mercy and walk humbly with You. Lead us to take the claims of justice, mercy and humility into the palaces and chambers of power where public policy is made and administered. Give us confidence that, though truth still sways upon the gallows, yet it is truth alone that is strong.
Let our lives flow in endless song above earth’s lamentations. Let no storm shake our inmost calm. No tempest dim our vision. No noisy gongs or clanging cymbals of ignorant armies clashing by night drown out the gentle sounds of the flute and the dulcimer, the quiet chords of love.
For this work and this alone, raise us up on eagles’ wings to follow Wamble Pok-he, our lead eagle now departed, and to see him standing there, like old Joe Hill, as big as life and smiling with his eyes. “What they could not kill,” says Joe, says Doug, “went on to organize, went on to organize.” “I did not die,” says he. “I did not die. Where workers strike and organize,” says he, “You’ll see Doug Hall,” says he, “We’ll see Doug Hall,” says he. How can we can we keep from singing? Amen.
– GCS, pastoral prayer at Doug Hall’s Memorial Celebration, Wabasha, MN.
Doug was the definition of “the street lawyer.” The farewell to Doug was attended by the people he had defended over many years, the founders of the American Indian Movement, African-American activists, U.S. District Court Judges, MN Supreme Court Justices, Indian drummers, and “America’s troubadour, Larry Long.” Doug was an important figure in the standoff between the federal troops and the AIM members who occupied Wounded Knee. He served as Director of the Legal Rights Center, and, in the last decade of his life was a leading figure in the state-wide movement for restorative justice. He was the Honorary Chair of the Minnesota Restorative Justice Movement.
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night
Alive as you or me.
Says I, “But Joe, you’re ten years dead.”
“I never died,” says he,
“I never died,” says he.
“In Salt Lake, Joe,” says I to him,Him standing by my bed.
“They framed you on a murder charge.”
Says Joe, “But I ain’t dead,
Says Joe, “But I ain’t dead.”
“The copper bosses killed you, Joe,They shot you, Joe,” says I.
“Takes more than guns to kill a man.”
Says Joe, “I didn’t die,” Says Joe,
“I didn’t die.”
And standing there as big as life,
And smiling with his eyes, Joe says,
“What they forgot to kill Went on to organize,
Went on to organize.”
“Joe Hill ain’t dead,” he says to me,“Joe Hill ain’t never died.
Where working men are out on strike,
Joe Hill is at their side,
Joe Hill is at their side.”
“From San Diego up to MaineIn every mine and mill,
Where workers strike and organize,”
Says he, “You’ll find Joe Hill.”
Says he, “You’ll find Joe Hill.”
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last nightAlive as you or me.
Says I, “But Joe, you’re ten years dead.”
“I never died,” says he,
“I never died,” says he.












