Sunday, November 24, 2013

Let the games begin (okay, too late)



Back in April I was part of a discussion where some folks were complaining about the dashboard that the Indiana Annual Conference is "requiring" us to participate in.  The dashboard asks us to put in how many people showed up for worship, how much offering was collected and how many in our congregation were in ministry this week, and how many small groups are going on, and how many glory sightings have there been.  I put requiring in quotes because there seems to be no penalty for not putting your numbers up.  Most of the largest congregations don't put their numbers up.  I don't mind putting the numbers up.  It requires all of 1 minute from me - to do so.  Besides that - it is not particularly useful or helpful - but if the Bishop wants it - why not?  So - I dutifully send in my information.  

I should say that I have complained about it - but my brother, Alan, who is a principal of a public high school (Lindblom Math and Science Academy) on the South Side of Chicago (and doing an awesome job at it I should add) - was listening to my complaints about it and he explained that they had been having to report like that for over 10 years and so I should stop my complaining! (he did add that he didn't pay much attention to it either - because the information was neither useful nor helpful to them either)

Back to the discussion I was a part of - so someone in the group said "what would you count?"  I decided to take that challenge on.  I came up with a list of 12 things (I thought this was biblically justified) and shared them.  After that I got thinking about a book I read a couple of years ago I really liked: Reality is Broken by Jane McGonigal.  Jane talks about the power of games.  I suggested that perhaps our pastoral team (myself, Rachel Metheny and Duane Carlisle) might "play" one another by giving a point value to each of these actions and see how many points we each had after playing this game for a month.  What I really wanted to know was what effect, if any, it would have on us.

At the end of the month I would say that the effect on me was that I was thinking of these things more often as a result of having spelled it out.  We have talked about returning to the game - after Rachel returned from clergy renewal leave, but it hasn't happened yet.  I did include this list in our intern's job description (from Christian Theological Seminary) - part of her job description is to score 5 points a week.  Most of the items in the game count for 1 point each.  Pulling a meal together does get your five points.

Lately we have had a discussion with the church leadership about their joining the game as well.  We shall see.

Here are the things we count at Broadway:

1) Counting the numbers of people to whose homes we went and we laid hands on and blessed them and offered a prayer of celebration and praise for their ministry: in their life, their home, their workplace;
2) Counting the number of people we introduced to each other that week because "we see in each of you that you seem to have the same call and claim of God upon your life and it seemed like it would be great for you to know that about each other";
3) Counting the number of people who we prayed with that week in hospital rooms, on street corners, in alleys, in living rooms, in offices, and in car repair shops;
4) Counting the number of people each week to whom we wrote letters celebrating their discipleship in the life of the world;
5) Counting the number of people each week we anointed with oil for the challenge that is set before them;
6) Counting the number of people that we journeyed with to visit with someone else: at home, at the hospital, in the workplace;
7) Counting the number of people who you visited to remind them of their baptism that week (perhaps an anniversary of their baptism, or the baptism anniversary of someone in their household);
8) Counting the number of times you ate with someone that week and reminded them at the meal of the communion that Jesus shared with his friends on Maundy Thursday and reminding all of Christ's presence at the table;
9) Counting the number of times you went and announced forgiveness to someone who was laboring under guilt and shame;
10) Counting the number of times during a month you threw a party to celebrate the presence and power of the love of God in the people and parish around you;
11) Counting the number of times in a week you took your Bible and read a story to someone whose life you see in that particular story;

12) Counting the number of times you posted on facebook that month celebrating the discipleship of the people in your parish in concrete and joyful ways.

I don't know if this was a good idea or not.  But I'm grateful for the things it's made me think about - and for the conversations that have come out of it.

Friday, June 07, 2013

Poverty 101

Today at Annual Conference I learned that some of the affluent white United Methodist congregations in Indianapolis have been hiring a white middle class guy in Indianapolis to teach "Poverty 101."  When I asked the person who was coordinating this why they did this in this way she said it "helped the people in these congregations know more about poor people and relate to them."  I can imagine the relief of people who don't have much money that people who have more money now can "relate" to them.  Yikes!

I asked the person talking to me about this if she thought a class about women would be best taught by a man - or a class about African-American folks would be best taught by a white Englishman?  She wasn't quite sure.  Really?  I very much doubt that those things would happen - but we would easily pay someone who is not poor to teach another group of people who are not poor about what it is like to be poor.  This, of course, misses the whole irony that people who don't have much money (i.e. - the poor) could really use a job - and especially one that they are eminently qualified for, i.e.: teach us what's it like to not have money.

Over and over again I'm struck with how much in our society we construct ways to think that people who don't have money are a different species.

I was watching "The Daily Show" tonight and saw one of their correspondents take a trip to Iran to visit our enemies there.  The people that they showed visiting - were thunderstruck that people would think that hated Americans, of course they didn't.  They didn't laugh at jokes making fun of Jewish people and they didn't fall into any of the stereotypes that people would expect them to meet.

I think if people went into the homes of people who didn't have money (something I often do) they would discover that the people they are visiting are in all ways, except that they have less money, exactly like other people they know.  They would discover lively 80 year olds, and parents struggling to figure out how to do the right thing, and young people who are full of energy, excitement, and dreams.  They would discover that most people who don't have much money - do, in fact, have food in their cabinets.  They just don't have a lot of extra food.  They would discover that they have a lot of bills - but also that they have art work up on their walls, and certificates from their child's school celebrating achievement, and the delicious smells of the flowers on the front lawn and the baking going on in the kitchen as you talk.

As Christians you would think that they trust there is abundance in these places - you would be expecting to meet healers, and teachers, and thinkers.  You would expect to meet poets, and musicians, and philanthropists.  But not if what you are expecting to meet is poor people - rather than beloved children of God.  But that's what these Poverty 101 classes do.  They make the poor a group of people to be studied, rather than sisters and brothers to share life with and learn from and alongside.

I hope that we'll (that is "we Christians" to begin with) stop studying the poor and start hanging around to see what God is doing in and around the poor.

I wrote a piece that I presented at worship a few months ago - that I hope captures this more clearly.

Light burst into being...and God saw that it was good.


A couple of years ago Matt Tulley wrote a story in the Indianapolis Star about
the band at Manual High School.  People filled the auditorium.  Randall Shepherd
the Supreme Court Chief Justice sat on the floor so others could have seats. 
They had to expand the nights of performance so that all could see and hear and
people were thrilled.  Money poured in from around the city and support has
grown.

Matt Tulley saw the dedication of the teacher, the head of the band.  He saw
that he was doing something difficult in difficult circumstances. 

But here is what he did not see.

He did not see the parents getting their kids up every morning to go to
school, before they headed off to work, or as they came home from their night
shift job.  He did not see the one who despite the fact that they didnt have
electricity in her home - got her son out on the front porch every afternoon to
practice the clarinet.  He did not see the father who borrowed money from every
member of the family so that he could get a drum set and put it up in the
basement from the time her daughter was aged five.  He did not see the brother
who was responsible for getting his brother up and out of bed and headed to
school because their parents were already on the bus out to the IHOP on
Pendleton Pike to work.

He did not see the kid who got up sick and headed out to school, because he
loves his classes and he loves his music and the two feed each other.

When God said let there be light and saw that it was good - God intended for
that light to be used to shine on the places where no one ever sees.  Not only
the schools, but the homes.  Not only the leaders, but the invisible ones, the
parents, and students, and grandparents and siblings.

Tuesday, June 04, 2013

Celebrate

On Palm Sunday I asked the congregation to find someone that week and publicly celebrate some way in which they see the spark of God, the Holy Spirit, or Jesus in that person's life.  We talk about this a lot around Broadway - how do we celebrate what God is doing in our lives and in the life of the world around us?

This week Annual Conference will be meeting - and often it is the occasion for many of us who are clergy to complain about the people who worship in our places.  More and more I see this in much the same way as I see that we in the church (and in the larger society) treat our fellow citizens who don't have much money (that we label as "poor").  Our denomination pushes us to be critical of our members - to challenge them to give more, involve themselves more in local mission and outreach, ask them to be more than they are...and yet there is very little done to celebrate the discipleship that we see in the hearts and lives of people in our congregations.  Also, there is very little encouragement (check out our UM official liturgy to see if I'm wrong) to celebrate this which we see in the lives of our parishes.  And I mean "parish" both on the inside the walls and outside the walls measure - that old sense of parish that include a geography (we do believe in the incarnation after all).

I was recently filling out the "self-evaluation" for my district superintendent - and I was struck how even the questions that are asked and the way that they are framed - point us in the direction away from celebrating the lives of faith that the people in our congregation live - and point us toward their activity in and through the agency of the congregation.

I am continuously struck and amazed by the faithful living that the people of our congregation do.  I'm often overwhelmed with gratitude at the people of the French Lick UMC's, the Whiteland UMC, and the Huntingburg UMC, that shaped me and formed me.  Not only the worship did that - but the people of that congregation did.  Joe O'Nan who sang with me in the choir in Whiteland, talked to me not only like I was a kid, but a fellow choir member - he treated me as an equal.  That was a remarkable thing for which I'll always be grateful.  Chub Money would kid with me, but I knew he was paying attention to me.  Dale Helmrich was the mayor of Huntingburg and an active member of the church - and I got to see his stewardship of the city as a vital ministry that he undertook (and he understood it that way)...and Bruce, who owned the Gaslight, in Huntingburg, and who when I ran away from home when in high school, took me in, gave me a respite from my home, and unknown to me called my parents and told them that I was alright and that he would take care of me for a couple of days, but that they didn't need to worry.  I think of Jim Lammers, whose farm I threw hay on, and what he taught me about his care for his family and his care for the earth - his daughter who had a congenital heart disease, forcing her to be sometimes inhumanly treated by our health systems, and Jim's battle to have her always treated as a human being.  I think of Jim's care for his animals and the land on his farm - and the gentleness and care he took with it, because he loved it - the animals, the land itself.  And I saw in that - that Jesus had implanted these things in him and he knew it.  I saw Mrs. Suhrheinrich and her vocation as librarian at the high school and how seriously she took this as an obligation.  I think of Bob and Trudy Peterson, who often had us to their home at Thanksgiving after we met them when my folks first moved to French Lick in 1960.  They were a fixture of my life growing up - and I was constantly impressed with the ways in which they loved God, their family, and the church.  I saw them carry loads of pain, for themselves, their children, and others around them - and they were often a comfort to those who are burdened in ways that they knew all too well.

When I was at Broadway the first time I think of the Mosiers, John and Helen, who I'm pretty sure didn't like me - my irreverent and liberal ways.  But who in my first years back, found myself presiding at their funerals and spending time with them before they died and beginning to see past the way they had been upset with me and into the remarkable ways they shared themselves with the world.  Their oldest son had died in a fire his senior year in high school.  Across the years, when other families (inside and outside the congregation) faced similar tragedies they would go and be with families.  They knew what to do.  We don't celebrate such holiness of life and heart nearly enough.

I'm not saying that the stuff that we do in and around the life of the congregation should be ignored.  But it often isn't.  We are much more used to that and giving praise for that.  I think we have divorced Christian faith from our life in the world and made it more about a formed sense of piety - and attendance at Bible Study - then about how we treat our neighbor.  This is not an either/or - but it is out of balance already.

The Hebrew scripture scholar Walter Brueggemann wrote a book several years ago celebrating an old biblical idea (he claimed anyway) - "the common good."  That's not spoken of much in church these days.  We talk about faith an individualized faith and moral code and not much about "the common good."  I bet it's been nearly 20 years since I've heard someone talk about the common good.

And we could begin by noticing where it is happening and we could celebrate it.  When we shine a light on those places and practices that others don't see - we give a remarkable gift.


Friday, August 24, 2012

Drapetomaniacs!

I've got to give a shout out to my friend, Audrey Jordan, at Boston Rising (in Boston, of course) who taught me the term "drapetomania" two weeks ago while in Boston.  Drapetomania is an awful term that is used to describe a faux mental illness (not thought so faux by it's creator Samuel Cartwright) in 1851.  The mental illness he was trying to describe?  The state of mind that would cause people held in slavery to escape!  It's actually not that strange down through history to call something a mental illness that is really a sign of great health and well being.  A desire for freedom is not a sign of mental illness.  A commitment to act on that desire - is an act of maturity and faith.

I got interested in thinking about how the idea of drapetomania could also be used to capture the odd ways that followers of Jesus Christ see the world.  I got to thinking that if you are going to follow Jesus - it’s going to take the same type of commitment that it took someone held in slavery to risk her or his life to be free.  People are going to think you are crazy!  Jesus was trying to force the hand - or really - the mind of those who were listening - when he said things that appear in the Gospel of John like "munch my flesh."  Jesus seemed frustrated that people were following him because they thought his miracles were cool.  He feeds the 5000 and then people flock to him and he suggests that they are just there because their bellies are full.  I wonder if what he's saying is that the cool thing isn't feeding 5000 people with five loaves and two fish - feeding 5000 people with five loaves and two fish is pointing to the reality of a world that is overflowing with abundance.  But instead - all they are seeing is a cool trick - and missing the really spectacular way that God has created the world!  I wonder if he didn't feel the same about his teaching.  You can imagine that there would be folks, like his disciples, who liked repeating his most memorable teachings (like the Beatitudes, etc...) - but I wonder if he didn't tell parables because he was afraid that people were missing the point.  It wasn't the poetry of the words that he wanted them to like - but the discussions about the parables that could reveal that amazing world  Liking what he was teaching was not enough.  Living one's life as if "the meek shall inherit the earth" - is the challenge.  Seeing the world like he sees it - now that’s the ticket.


What Jesus seems to want for us - is for his life to be in our lives and his blood to run through our veins.  He wants us to look through our eyes and see a whole new world.  He wants us to see the world as he sees it - to see a poor hungry crowd and think - “what a party we are going to have.”  To see a man born blind and think - “what a great opportunity to see God’s presence and power.”  In John 4, he sees a woman at the well, a fallen woman - a woman thought of as sinful and he sees her as the first evangelist of his message!  That’s what he wants.  Such people who see the world like this might be considered drapetomaniacs.  I'd like to try.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Naming the Healing and the Healers



The last couple of months have brought me face to face with violence and sexual abuse and trauma in the lives of the people of our city.  It's been a stunning reminder of all that I don't know that goes on with the people of our congregation, with my neighbors, and with folks in the larger community and world around us.  

I thought of that time 15 years ago in my parish in South Bend where I dealt with two cases of domestic abuse in one weekend.  I went to a United Methodist Clergy meeting the next Monday.  I asked my colleagues how they handled such things.  There response was "it never comes up."  Last Sunday at Broadway Mari Evans spoke in worship about Shattering the Silence (you can hear her remarks here).

Mari challenged us to pay attention to one another.  She talked about finding out that her son had been sexually abused as a child by an adult female relative, two months before he died at age 58.  She has spoken about this publicly three times when I've been present.  Each time it has challenged me to really pay attention to what is going on in the lives of folks around me.

Above is a photograph of Dr. John Rich who a few of us from our parish visited a couple of years ago. When we visited with Dr. Rich (winner of the MacArthur Genius Grant for his healing work) he asked us two simple questions that were beautiful in their simplicity and that have stayed with us over the past couple of years.  First he asked "who are the healers?"  And second he asked us "how do you support the healers?"  

I thought of that over the last few weeks.  And one of the things I began to realize is that the healing is present in the midst of the disease, illness, brokenness, violation, pain, and evil.  That the healers are often the ones who have come through "many dangers, toils, and snares..."  

A friend of mine wrote me last week and shared a liturgy she was writing as a part of reaching for and recognizing the healing of God in her life.  I think of the passage from the Gospel of Mark that we read a few weeks ago in worship where Mark wrote that people were coming to Jesus "begging to touch the hem of his garment" - when we recognize in our lives that level of hunger and thirst for healing that this represents - then our eyes become open, I believe, to the healing that is there.

Today i write my liturgy of healing.

i begin with God.

God of love and light
I ask for liberation
Freedom to live in and celebrate
Love

God of Resurrection
On the night Jesus prayed in the Garden
He cried out to you

I cry out to you
Forgive my sin of self denial
Forgive my sin of grasping
clinging, holding on
to pain in place of peace
of physical pleasure
in place of whole life-living-love

Like Jesus, I have asked that
You take this cup from my lips
It remains

I am the woman with the issue of blood
I seek only to touch the hem of the garmet
i seek only to be healed
God, I seek healing.

There is a pain-a shadow-that
from age 6 has haunted me
though I bear no physical scars
my heart and soul still aches
for a way to feel whole
having been broken

i give the brokeness to you Dear God
I give the pain, the shame, the self-doubt
feelings of nothingness-victimization-to you

i release myself to the faith that I hold dear
I ask that you will grant this simple prayer
that I be
healed/freed/liberated/delivered
to know/show/share
love in all of it's facets
free from the pain of the past
free to welcome and experience joy in the present
free to welcome and experience joy in the future

On the promise of the cross, I come to you
believing in the promise of resurrection
Amen


We name the healing - when we invite those who have suffered and are suffering to name their own healing - their own desire for it.  We support the healers when we share it with others.  That's where the healing begins to multiply - because we can see it at work.

Thursday, August 02, 2012

Riddle Me This

This week I was listening to a podcast of a Tavis Smiley Show (you can see it here).  It is an interview with the heart experts and authors of Heart 411, Dr. Steven Nissen and Dr. Marc Gallinov.  During the interview these words were spoken (at the 4:16 mark for those who are impatient) "...[A]ctually...poverty and health are interrelated.  Poor people tend to have worse diets, because the availability of these inexpensive foods is a major driver of why they are so popular..."  In other words (or actually the same words - lack of money leads to unhealthy choices).  The authors and the interviewer went on to talk about a variety of topics - myths about heart healthy activities (like taking an aspirin a day), good things to do to maintain good heart health, and how universal health care would be helpful (or not).  I liked the interview and I learned a few things along the way.  But I came away stymied by the fact that despite an interview that touched on a variety of subjects none of the people there either asked or attempted an answer to the question that since poverty and health are interrelated what might some answers look like that might reduce the number of people in poverty (and this, of course, according to their studies, would reduce the number of people with health problems and thus reduce the strain and cost on our health care system).  I posed this question to a friend of mine in the health care profession this afternoon and asked him why no one seems to be talking about possible solutions to that question.  His answer I think was entirely accurate.  He said "people think its too complex."  It reminded me of my correspondence with the editor of the Indianapolis Star who wrote to me in response to my question about why they would mention in articles that income level was the single biggest indicator of educational achievement, but that when they offered possible solutions to the education crisis none of the answers offered had anything to do with finding ways to change the number of people in poverty.  The editor responded to my query in exactly the way my friend had "it's too complex."  So - is such a question - of whether levels of complexity should get in the way of a newspaper's role in the community - out of bounds?  Isn't the response of both the health care system and the newspaper (two pretty large public institutions) a little bit like one going to the doctor and the doctor saying "Yes, you have lung cancer, but that's too complex for us to work on - so we're going to put a cast on your arm (even though your arm isn't broken) because we know how to do that and it's simpler."  While that is a more simple solution it is also obviously foolish.  So why is it not considered foolish to avoid the difficult question of how to work to see that there are fewer people in poverty as at least one of the solutions to the health and education issues of our society?

This blog is named after an imaginary theologian named "Franz Bibfeldt" who was created by the real theologian Martin Marty when he was in seminary to see if his teachers could spot a fake!  The issue that this raises for me today is whether there are any real educators and real journalists who are wrestling with the answers to the variety of questions we are faced with, including the complexity of our economic life, or whether imaginary ones need to arrive on the scene and offer some solutions.  I don't care where it comes from - but I'd like to see more thought going into difficult problems than we seem to have these days.

I'd like to think that communities of faith could be helpful to this.  In my own tradition, John Wesley wrote books on health and thought a lot about that.  Unfortunately these days the best congregations often do is provide a health fair to the members of their congregation (and sometimes beyond) or hire a parish nurse to run some classes.  Wesley was both one of the thought leaders of his day on health as well as one of the leading health experimenters.  Perhaps a return to that part of our heritage would be a boon both to our congregations and to the nation.  Jesus spent a lot of time with sick folks, and he was often frustrated at the inability of the disciples to do much in regards to the sick.  I imagine he feels about the same towards his disciples these days.  But let's not quit trying.  And let's not settle for the easy answers.  Let's talk with one another - and push one another on the very real and very difficult challenges that lie before us.  No matter what happens, I bet we'll all be richer for it.

Saturday, April 07, 2012

To Heck* with "Change the World" or Barabbas over Jesus one more time- *insert a stronger expletive

It's Holy Saturday and I was cleaning out my e-mail and I came across an e-mail from United Methodist Communication inviting me to an event in May (not sure where) on the topic of "Change the World." For the last several years the United Methodist Church has put together events - at least one here in Indianapolis -- on the topic of "Change the World."

Earlier this week I'd been reading "Power & Passion" by Samuel Wells and came across these words: "The choice between Barabbas and Jesus, a choice that I am suggesting is a central choice in the whole gospel story, is not a choice between a man who took a political route and a man who took a spiritual route. It is not a choice between a man who wanted outer change and a man who called people to inner change. It is a choice between a man who changed too little and a man who changed everything."

Here is what the advertisement for the "Change the World" event literally says, "This year you will get a free marketing kit if you register online. The kit includes a re-usable lawn banner, a Change the World t-shirt and a sermon series DVD." Sounds about the same as Well's doesn't it? (okay - the dripping sarcasm is probably a bit much)

It goes on to say...

"Here's what others are doing:

Clever spins on Outreach: Distributing coins and detergent at a local laundry; Mother's Day dinner for homeless moms; dog runs and pet care; gas giveaways for single moms; gathering for bikers that includes food, music, sharing...the list goes on!

Fun Runs, Bake Sales and even Dinner Theatre in support of Imagine No Malaria: United Methodists around the world are fighting malaria in diverse ways.

Health Fairs and Nutrition: Many are teaming with local not-for-profits and government agencies to bring health care and food to neighbors in need.

Each year United Methodists demonstrate God's boundless love through Change the World community projects. What will you do?

Change the World is not just about strengthening the discipleship of those who follow Christ now. It's about inviting new people into Christian community."

Now - I do not have one problem with the United Methodist Church and its peoples doing any of these things. That's fine. But packaging it as "Change the World" is not only false marketing it's worse...it's what Bob Lupton has called in his book of the same title "Toxic Charity."

The problem is not with doing these things - it is that this is what we in the church, package and present as Changing the World. It would be appropriate to say - if you'd like to help someone out and do some good here are some things you can do. But this is not a serious discussion about changing the world. It is severely dumbing down that conversation.

There are serious conversations going on around the world - including in the United States - about changing the world. Some of these conversations involve and even are led by people who are United Methodist - yet those conversations are not highlighted and those persons are not noticed as those doing these things. And we aren't helping our sisters and brothers in churches who are leading and involving themselves in these congregations with spiritual support. In fact, we are - as the advertisement makes clear - completely ignoring them. I'm tired of this.

It is like the embarrassingly reductionistic "Vital Signs" dashboard we are to report on every week that among other things ask "Total number of persons from the congregation engaged in local, national, and international mission/outreach: Enter here the number of persons who participated on behalf of the congregation in ministries intended to transform people in your community, your region, and the world." Now - in a sidebar - let me just say that I have real problems with the theology that we are transforming people that I believe God has already transformed (i.e. Matthew 11 - Jesus' report back to John in prison). Our work at Broadway, for example, is not to transform people locally - it is to celebrate and help make clear the transformation that God has truly wrought in the lives of our neighbors in the life of the world. As Stanley Hauerwas once said at a gathering at Broadway Christian Parish UMC in South Bend: "God's God, and you're not." God has transformed the world - and has done so gloriously, miraculously, mind-blowingly - and yet the world (and too often the Church) still don't recognize that.

But my main problem with this question is the idea that is fairly clear that somehow every member of our congregation is not in mission/outreach/discipleship through every aspect of their life. Whether that is the woman who works at Lilly, the man who is a stay-at-home-dad, the waitress at Johnny Rocket's at the mall, the retired military officer in the retirement community on the north side, the young man in school at Fall Creek Academy or Broad Ripple High School, the young woman in school at Lawrence Central, the woman who is a single mom with 8 kids still at home, the young man going to Martin University and working to be the best single dad he can be, the 98 year old woman who leads a prayer group and meets with the United Nations group, the woman who works for Red Cross and spends time talking with young people who are her neighbors, the man who works for a travel company, the man at the state unemployment office, the woman who works in administration at Ivy Tech, the woman who is a principal at an IPS elementary school. I could go on and on and on. Every member of our congregation is in mission - and so is every member of every congregation I know. The issue more than anything is that we in the church have convinced people that a) mission is only what happens in and through the agency of the Church and b) that doing good is the same thing as changing the world. Neither of these are true and accurate and worse than that they are dangerous and blasphemous. The word "toxic" has rarely been more true.

When the Indiana Annual Conference is held here in Indianapolis this June - they will "send" people out in mission at local food pantries and social service agencies. All of those are good things to do. But I weep that what is not asked of us is to (also) convene conversations with the incredible people from around the state who will gather - with folks from our local communities - to talk about the ways in which God has transformed our lives - and how we, working together, can change the world (that has been transformed by God) to see and celebrate that change. Why can't we - alongside of working in social service agencies - have people get together and talk about how to do something about the economics of our communities (so that perhaps food pantries may not be needed any more - is that not changing the world?)? What would it look like to have folks from around the state who are interested - get together and talk about education (a pretty big issue in our state right now - not to mention around the country and world) - we have students and teachers and parents and administrators - what a rich resource - are we really only going to ask them to put together school backpacks? And what about in the arena of health? Why wouldn't the Bishop invite a conversation with people in our congregations and community who work for the state health department, who run health care institutions, who work as doctors and nurses and aides and dieticians and physical therapists and more, who care about health and pregnancy, to come together - pray together, celebrate what God is doing and see how we can build on that so that people can see the healing that is right in our hands (rather than just putting together packets of handy wipes and bandaids and aspirin for the homeless)? Is the reason we don't have these conversations because they are too touchy - too dangerous? Doesn't Holy Work remind us that we can have dangerous conversations and keep on going? For crying out loud!

On this Holy Saturday why are we selecting Barabbas over Jesus all over again? Isn't it about time we chose Jesus? Isn't it about time we stopped settling for so little? Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy, Kyrie Eleison...