We seem tired. As we eagerly follow the President Elect’s cabinet announcements and simultaneously prepare for challenges to the electoral vote in key states, we cannot help but wonder what the future holds for such a divided country – a country struggling to find its way both at home and abroad. Walt Whitman’s unrestrained nineteenth-century-optimism, his faith in the American Spirit fueling the world’s most powerful industrial engine, has given way to palpable unease. Leaves of Grass seems to describe a fantastical country: “And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero.” How quaint that sounds; how untrue.
Whitman’s America was not so different from ours. Following the horror of the Civil War, the tragedy of the Lincoln assassination, and the divisive battles over reconstruction of the South, the nation experienced the Long Depression, beginning in 1873 and continuing in some form through 1896. It was a worldwide period of economic malaise, punctuated by financial panics and cycles of retraction and high unemployment. Political scandals and corruption fed the emerging print media almost as much as the economic news. When people of today say, “We’ve never been here before,” or “We are in uncharted territory,” they simply don’t know our history.
No one chooses to live in hard times, and in such times, unease (and even fear) are normal reactions to the uncertainty and growing sense of danger felt by so many. This season of Christmas, however, offers us a moment to pause, to take a deep breath. We’ve been here before, and we have more than survived: we have triumphed.
Feeding nineteenth century Americans were both faith in the ability of humankind to innovate and to overcome all obstacles and a faith that there was a purpose lending dignity to life – both individual life and national life. It is this latter faith that, all evidence to the contrary, can sing with Whitman “there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero.” Such a faith must depend on more than commitment to an economic system or a democratic ideal. Fine in themselves, they do not provide ultimate meaning, and it is only in ultimate meaning that faith finds power.
Ultimate meaning must be found inside. Jesus invites all of us to “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” There is no suggestion of abandoning the world in this invitation. Rather, it is a call to re-engage the world from a new center, one grounded in the presence of a God who declares himself for us. That is the message of every Christmas, the message of the child in the manger: “We are not alone.” The God who made himself present in the Jesus of the Stable is present still, and he has promised to make himself known to all who ask. That is the meaning to be found inside and the ultimate meaning in which faith finds its power.
Rather than once again bemoan the commercialization of Christmas, why not adopt another attitude? Go to your local shopping mall and marvel at the world’s largest economy. Be impressed by the number of people shopping for others. Ask yourself, “Where is the Jesus of the Stable in this scene?” I think you will find him everywhere. The next questions are what difference does that make for me? and what difference can I make? Faith finding power.
We seem tired, but we needn’t remain so. Difficult times don’t last forever. Each day I get to choose anew how I will live. That is free will. That is the gift of God.
“Each day the first day: each day a life.” (Dag Hammarskjold, Markings, 126).
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I was looking at some old photographs and came across a picture of the Capilano Suspension Bridge, near Vancouver, British Columbia. The 460-foot suspension bridge, hanging 230 feet above the Capilano River, provides a breathtaking view of the river gorge, and for some, an adrenaline pumping walk. I remember approaching the middle of the bridge as a group of young boys attempted to rock the bridge and start it swinging. They were only moderately successful, but successful enough to terrify a group of tourists approaching from the other end. Even after the boys’ chaperones had stopped them and gottten them moving again, one elderly woman remained rooted where she had stopped, unable to release her grip on the cable. As I passed, others in her group were attempting unsuccessfully to coax her forward. They must have succeeded, because when I returned, she was gone, perhaps sitting on a tour bus, wishing she had never seen the Capilano Bridge.
There is nothing dangerous about the bridge. Two high-profile deaths attributed to the bridge, one a teenaged hiker and the other a 30-year old man, were falls from hiking trails adjacent to the bridge. In both cases, the hikers had climbed over safety railings into restricted areas. The bridge itself provides as safe and as pleasant a path for a summer walk as any of the Japanese-style bridges in the Fort Worth Botanical Gardens – but they are not 230 feet above a rushing river.
Suspended high above the river, the Capilano Bridge’s airiness and movement are always perceptible. They combine to create a sense of vulnerability. Some visitors never make the crossing. For others, the imagined fall, remembered from childhood nightmares, closes in until the experience of the bridge becomes the nightmare. Something to be endured until the blessed awakening and the return to the bus. In a 1953 journal entry, Dag Hammarskjöld wrote: “Really, nothing was easier than to step from one rope ladder to the other – over the chasm. But, in your dream, you failed, because the thought occurred to you that you might possibly fall.” Failure to cross a suspension bridge in a tourist park is of no real consequence. The failure of your dreams is the loss of a treasure.
A bravado that compels you to step beyond the safety railings and stroll along the crumbling rim of a 230-foot rock-face, despite the posted warnings, needs to be examined. A fear so compelling that it prevents you from traversing a suspension bridge crossed by over 800 thousand visitors per year needs to be examined. Before the rest us, whose lives are lived somewhere in between, lies the realm of discernment and faith. Reckless actions in all areas of life are like throwing yourself from a cliff and expecting an angel to catch you. People who do such things do dash their feet against a stone – or worse. But those who refuse to approach the cliff often fare no better. The fear of falling is the converse of the Second Temptation of Christ. On one side lies hubris. On the other, paralysis. On one side lies danger. On the other, failure.
Choosing the middle path requires reason as well as trust, and in these two lie the keys to faith. Life has taught me this. Sometimes painfully.
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“Perhaps it is this specter that most haunts working men and women: the planned obsolescence of people that is of a piece with the planned obsolescence of the things they make. Or sell” Studs Terkel, Working (1972).
There were factories where I grew up. Not large ones, but big enough. Just up the highway, four lanes but slow trucking through all the small towns, lay Philadelphia, with its navy yard, factories, and breweries. Need a job? For life? It all lay before us the day we graduated from high school. Oh, there was a war on, there always is, but we had plenty of options. Marry your high-school sweetheart and go to work making plastic bottles or pick a college, any one of the expanding education factories, grab a deferment and settle in to the rest of your life. America was great – Donna Reed and Mary Tyler Moore greeting their husbands at the door after a hard day of cooking and cleaning in white gloves and pearls. The American dream.
But there was trouble, deep, systemic trouble, lurking below the surface like a snake in the garden. In 1957 Vance Packard published The Hidden Persuaders warning us of the subtle and not-so-subtle ways we were being manipulated into buying things we neither needed nor really wanted. Three years later, Packard published The Waste Makers, a popular expose of planned obsolescence, the practice of engineering short life-expectancies into consumer goods. Everything from toasters to tanks had a shelf-life, one guaranteed to keep the production and distribution lines flowing. What’s to complain about? Workers happily making things to be bought by happy consumers who themselves had just come from a factory happily making things for others. A merry-go-round where everyone gets a brass ring.
Nobody got the brass ring. The rust belt extends westward from Manhattan to Minneapolis, southward from Bangor to Birmingham. We became victims of the price point – that point above which people won’t buy and below which profits fall. That is the consequence of cheaper goods allowing for multiple options, all of which break, wear out, or become unfashionable in increasingly shorter life-spans. No one is going to pay $40 for a toaster when there are five options starting at $9.99. Choose your designer color. Equally as important, the engine requires at least a constant level of consumer demand, driven by that subtle and not-so-subtle persuasion Vance Packard warned us about.
Goodbye American manufacturing jobs. Keep feeding the consumer market with cheaper and cheaper goods – cheaper in both price and quality. We ate of the apple; we grew wise; we moved manufacturing to China, India, and Mexico where the daily labor rate was less than the American hourly-rate. We automated everything we could. Studs Terkel was prophetic: we made people obsolete.
Over the past thirty years we have heard of the information economy, the service economy, the leisure society, and lord knows what else. Where are they? They are where they always were, in the imaginations of those who coined the terms. In the end, a healthy economy makes things people want to buy, and it does so in ways that pay people a living wage. That means factories. No society can remain stable with millions of people out of work and other millions fearing they soon will be. No society can remain stable when it creates a permanent underclass.
This is not just a socio-political problem. It is the most pressing moral question of our generation. People are not goods and services to be traded at the lowest prices. Neither do they possess built-in-obsolescence. The consequences of inaction are already becoming evident in ruined cities and ruined lives, where rising welfare costs and rising crime compete for our attention with deepening levels of poverty and deepening despair and hopelessness. The historic Christian response to labor oppression and inequality has not been one of silence. From John Calvin’s theology of work as Christian vocation to the 20th Century Catholic Worker’s Movement, and from Baptist Pastor Walter Rauschenbusch’s Social Gospel to the present, the Christian church has stood with working people over and against the forces that seek to oppress them, and oppress them is the right word. One that goes back to the early years of the Hebrew Bible. As the Preacher of Ecclesiastes writes: “Again I looked and saw all the oppression that was taking place under the sun: I saw the tears of the oppressed— and they have no comforter; power was on the side of their oppressors— and they have no comforter … And I saw that all labor and all achievement spring from man’s envy of his neighbor. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.” Perhaps that is the best way to describe a culture based on subliminal advertising and planned obsolescence, a chasing after wind.
There is a better way. It begins with the words: “I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink ….” For us, the phrase might then lead to: “For I was unemployed and you gave me a job, I was under-employed and you gave me meaningful work ….”
We are reaching the price point of a whole society, a whole way of life. What next?
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The door did not open smoothly into Mrs. Liu’s “Homestyle Chinese Cooking and Original Fish and Chips.” Hanging about halfway open, it took an extra pull to fully open the door, but in that momentary pause, that subtle catching where the warped screened door met the upraised floor, the smell of fried wontons, General Tso’s Chicken, and English fish and chips assailed you. Surrounded by low-rise office buildings and paid parking lots, Mrs. Liu’s single-story, nineteen-fifties’ corner building hardly merited a casual look. Indeed, if you had not been told about it, you would not be there. Four card tables with folding chairs on cracked asphalt tile with its black rubber cement showing, the friable, nine-inch tiles that only seem to have come in brown and pale yellow.
But the center piece of Mrs. Liu’s was the buffet. An ancient sheet-metal steam table, hooded with dimly lit fluorescent lights. A grand display of Chinese favorites bookended with Southern-fried chicken and English Fish ‘n Chips. Mrs. Liu’s had indeed been a fish and chips place, with Southern fried chicken and greens served up for good measure. When she bought it, Mrs. Liu converted the small restaurant to a Chinese takeout, one indistinguishable from every other takeout in every strip mall in Virginia. It was not an immediate success. For weeks, long time customers would come for lunch, survey the menu and leave. They came for fish and chips, dripping grease and malt vinegar. She put them back on the menu.
Gradually, as former customers moved on, Mrs. Liu removed the old items. Mrs. Liu’s became a Chinese takeout, but one with the incongruous name of “Mrs. Liu’s Homestyle Chinese Cooking and Original Fish and Chips” still painted on the glass front. For years it was one of my favorite lunch stops, but I moved on. Thirty years later, Mrs. Liu has moved on too. I went by that corner yesterday and found it unrecognizable. Glass office buildings tower above the last remnant of the old neighborhood. Mrs. Liu’s building, surrounded by a chain-link construction fence, is being demolished, along with the barbershop and variety store that made up that small corner of Arlington.
We all move on. A chance encounter, an old song on the radio, or a short cut through an old neighborhood – suddenly we are thirty years in the past. Sometimes that past is a place to fondly dwell for a few minutes. Sometimes not. Baudelaire’s poem, “Spleen,” famously opens with the line, “I have more memories than if I’d lived a thousand years.” The young Baudelaire compares his mind to a chest stuffed with mementos of life: balance sheets, writs, golden curls, and love letters. Common things, but things given a particular color, a particular flavor by each of us. We are a collection of life events, stacked one upon another, each one creating a memory.
The preacher of Ecclesiastes gives wise advice when he writes: “I know that there is nothing better for them than to be happy and enjoy themselves as long as they live; moreover, it is God’s gift that all should eat and drink and take pleasure in their toil.” That requires intentional living. More than home style Chinese cooking and original fish and chips, I remember the friends and colleagues who shared lunches with me around those card tables. I remember an era, and I am aware that I am creating an era even as I write. Intentional.
I’ve moved on from “Mrs. Liu’s Homestyle Chinese Cooking and Original Fish and Chips.” I’m still moving on. How will this day, this moment be remembered? That is a question worth asking.
“—Night is drawing nigh –“
For all that has been – Thanks!
To all that shall be – Yes!
(Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings)
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A new little book by Ian Markham and Samantha Gottlich came across my desk, and I took the time to read it. Dr. Markham is Dean and President of Virginia Theological Seminary and Samantha Gottlich is a student of the same institution. The book, Faith Rules: An Episcopal Manual, is not only an introduction to the Episcopal church, it is an introduction to the basic idea of Christianity. The Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church, Michael B. Curry, begins his Foreword, “The truth is that none of us have ever lived before. From the youngest infant to the oldest elder we are novices, kindergarteners, beginners at life.” Faith Rules, designed for those new to the faith and, in particular, new to the Episcopal Church, presents 67 rules for life. They are deceptively simple. In reading them, I am reminded that no matter where we are in life, no matter how experienced or knowledgeable or sophisticated, we haven’t been here before. We are novices. Always novices.
Rules 2 and 6 struck me as jumping right to the heart of the matter. “Walk, linger, and marvel,” Rule 2, reminds that though the world has been here a long time, we matter. More than a simple assent to pausing to smell the roses, Rule 2 is an invitation to stop where you are and experience the mystery of creation and to “risk seeing things differently.” Rule 6, Allow yourself to pray,” is just that. In the pausing and the really seeing, we are connected, if only momentarily, to the transcendent all around us. It is just here, in that connection, that prayer happens. In the silent reaching out, God is both felt and experienced. This is true prayer, and it is the beginning of something. Always novice and master, foolish and wise, we are with God once again for the first time. As Markham and Gottlich note, “Now we are living our lives on multiple levels – both in the immediate moment and the deeper more textured level of the transcendent. Welcome to the world of faith.” (Italics mine)
But faith struggles alone. We struggle alone. Mother Theresa said, “There are thousands, millions of people who die for the lack of bread. There are thousands, millions of human beings who grow weak for a little love because they would like to be recognized, even for just a little.” Rule 15, “Add two years to your life – go to church,” reminds me of the writer of Hebrews’ admonition, “And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another …” (Hebrews 10:24-25a (NIV)) Here, in the company of like-minded believers and seekers, in their love and encouragement, we meet in community the God we have met in private. And as we receive love, we are invited to give love. Mother Theresa also wrote, “I am a little pencil in the hand of a God who is sending a love letter to the world.” And that is good for us all, receiver and giver — body and soul. If you are wondering, that is why two billion people go to church on Sunday.
None of these things happen automatically. With regard to church, Markham and Gottlich write, “The weird thing is that you must actually go. You must get up on a Sunday morning, slip into some clothes, and go and stand with others in a congregation. Believing this stuff from a Starbucks or on the golf course or while reading The New York Times in your bathrobe isn’t sufficient.” The really weird thing is that the same thing holds true for the rest of your spiritual life. Don’t expect to smell the roses when you are stuck behind a Metrobus, enveloped in diesel fumes, or expect to hear the still-small-voice of God over the pounding base in your earbuds. There are rules for faith just as there are rules for the rest of life.
Three of them are very simple, 2,6, and 15, take a moment to linger and marvel at the world, be open to your being in conversation with God (He is trying to get through.), and know that there is a place where others share your longings loneliness loves joys hopes dreams faith. It is called church. Episcopal Baptist Roman-Catholic Methodist Presbyterian Orthodox Pentecostal. There is one near you.
 Ian S. Markham and Samantha R. E. Gottlich, Faith Rules: An Episcopal Manual (New York: Morehouse Publishing, 2016).
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William Alexander Percy’s hymn, “They Cast Their Nets in Galilee,” (Number 661 in the 1982 Episcopal Hymnal) discomfits many.[i] “The peace of God , it is no peace” is troubling because it does not fit our triumphalist image of the Kingdom of God however much it fits our experience. Strife is closed in the very sod of our existence; life is complex and messy. There is a reason the apostolic witness univocally makes perseverance both a hallmark and a cornerstone of the Christian life. Without perseverance, without a commitment to something greater than oneself, life stands always in danger of becoming a sodden walk on a gray day. Paul can say that he has learned to be content in every circumstance (whether reviled, beaten, shipwrecked, or imprisoned) only because he no longer measures his life by an external standard. He has made peace with himself by accepting himself in the love of God.
E.B. White begins the last chapter of Charlotte’s Web, “And so Wilbur came home to his beloved manure pile in the barn cellar.” But Wilbur the pig is anything but resigned to a life of meaningless existence in a dark cellar. He has learned to love and to be loved, and in both the giving and receiving of love, Wilbur has learned to live, to pay attention to the moment, to see beauty where others see only strife closed in the sod.
“Life in the barn was very good – night and day, winter and summer, spring and fall, dull days and bright days. It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur, this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep, the love of spiders, the smell of manure and the glory of everything.”
Swallows and rats and sheep and spiders and manure. The dreams of neither the rich nor the poor, yet the stuff of real life lived in a messy world. There is no easy acceptance of life, no joy in simple acquiescence. It takes work to see beauty in both the passage of swallows and the smell of manure. Faith may be effortless in good times, but it takes real work to maintain that faith and trust in the face of trial. Yet it is only in the embrace of faith, the experience of persevered faith, that empowers us for all circumstances. He who begins with contentment, may end in despair. But he who begins with the struggle for faith in despair, ends with contentment. A sodden walk on a gray day or the glory of everything?
They cast their nets in Galilee just off the hills of brown; such happy simple fisher folk, before the Lord came down.
Contented peaceful fishermen, before they ever knew the peace of God that filled their hearts brimful, and broke them too.
The peace of God, it is no peace, but strife closed in the sod. Yet let us pray but just one thing – the marvelous peace of God.
[i] “They Cast Their Nets in Galilee,” William Alexander Percy (1885-1942) Copyright Edward Marks Music Corporation.
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