The guns in my own back yard

It’s the eve of Martin King Day. This morning’s Star Tribune tells the story “Murderous ‘monster’ acquires an arsenal” in Carver County, Minnesota. Three cheers to you, Jim Olson, Carver County Sheriff. Thanks to the Star Tribune and other newspapers for keeping us informed.

The Oberender case exposes loopholes in national gun laws and Minnesota’s background checks. Here’s the link to the piece:

http://www.startribune.com/local/west/187610601.html

Today in worship we will look again at the call of Samuel and the call of Jesus’ first disciples who asked Jesus an odd question. “Where are you staying?”  “Come and see,” he said. I wonder: Are there guns where Jesus lives?

We try to win the game

Yes, I’m very tall–and yes,

I do play basketball.  

I can dunk, but have to jump,

not just stand and reach up.

 

 I am seven-two, and do

hit my head many times.

Weather up here is just fine:

sun shines on me and you.

 

My team does not win all games–

you fans remember those.

Other teams have tall guys, too,

who fight hard not to lose.

 

Coaches push us hard each day,

and we each have our pride.

When we lose we sometimes cry:

it’s tempting to slink by…

 

Courage, fortitude, it takes

to lose and face you fans.

Our team sticks together tight–

no one else understands.

 

-Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, January 17, 2012

The Power of a Manger

A sermon preached at Shepherd of the Hill Presbyterian Church in Chaska, MN using the image of Christ the Center who meets us from the edge of the political-religious-economic worlds our hands have made.

“The People’s Gas Company” SEQUEL

“Adult Night Terrors”

They called it an efficiency

apartment with  just one room, one

short trundle bed/couch (so fun

for us, still newlyweds, could be

enjoyed, but rather awkwardly.)

My young wife held me by the wrist,

the torn sheet in my hands. I’d dreamed

I’d fought the foreman, kicked and screamed:

his torture made me use my fist–

a warrior from a pacifist!

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

Martin Luther King Day

MLK imagesCACBW2T7MONDAY, JAN. 21, 2013

7 – 8 p.m. (African Drumming begins @ 6:45)

Community Celebration of the life and witness of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Shepherd of the Hill Presbyterian Church in Chaska, MN.

Add your voice.

African drumming with Arthur Turner begins @6:45, jazz-gospel pianist Momoh Freeman, baritone soloist and song-leader Jerry Steele, the Liberian choir from All Nations Church in Minneapolis. excerpts from the work of Dr. King shared by local dignitaries and community

 

This bold, courageous, peace-making civil rights and peace movement pastor has been absorbed into American culture as a revered but rather harmless figure. He has become an icon. To honor the memory of the real Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. who put his life on the line and lost it while standing with striking sanitation workers in Memphis, the music and readings will bring Dr. King’s voice to an America he would still challenge for our idols of race, class, and nation and the pervasive worship of violence at Newtown and in Afghanistan.

Shepherd of the Hill hosts this community celebration for the City of Chaska out of our commitment to Dr. King’s legacy and the gospel of the Beloved Community that stood at the heart of his life and public ministry.

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.

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.