Tuesday, September 27, 2016

The Broken Heart in the Great Debate

Where did the truth go?

I'm not asking this in the usual left versus right, "I can't believe people believe ______!" paradigm.  I disagree with those who believe that one's value in life is determine by race, and class, and economic circumstances, but I have learned that respect of radically different viewpoints is the only way to start a way to reconciliation.

My sorrow this morning -- the morning after the first of three 'debates' between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump -- is that those of us who feel a sense of obligation to participate in the Great Ongoing Discussion about society and the world and how to make life whole and good for everybody are being conditioned to accept lies as truth.  Donald Trump said so many lies about so many subjects during the 'debate' that I stopped paying attention to the words and to my own anger.  I realized that Trump absolutely believes everything that he says, because the way he has succeeded in cultivating more wealth and notariety in his life is due to his speaking lies as though they were truth.

Everyone does that on some level.  Since the dawn of human consciousness, beliefs in the supernatural sprang up as a mechanism to explain the unexplainable.  It has never been enough for us to leave "Maybe one day, we'll know" as a mantra.  We had to know.  And we had to know now.

At some point in Imperial history, angry white people realized that facts were getting in the way of them running the country and the show. So there was a subconscious decision made to say anything -- ANYTHING -- that discredits those trying to bend the world's arc closer to justice.
Verifiable facts became the enemy. As information has become easier to transmit, facts about inequity and human-caused climate destruction and society's treatment of marginalized communities and other facts were no longer suppressed, the angry white people started to panic.
Enter Ronald Reagan's 1980 campaign and his wink-wink to those people, and his subtle message of "Facts won't matter. We will make ignorance a virtue."
Then the 1994 Republican takeover of Congress, with the subtle message of "We will stop government from thinking critically."
Then George W's theft of the 2000 election, with his subtle message of "I won even though I lost. Get over it."
Then the Tea Party takeover of the GOP in 2010, with the overt message of "No to everything that makes the world better. We are done apologizing for the past."
Now all the subtle has become overt.  Republican Presidential candidate Donald Trump is the sociopathic result of this continuing distancing of belief from reality.   Those of us in professional religious circles who see the yearning for true connection in nearly everyone we meet also see how that connection is blocked.  I speak with people every day who think their truth is somehow undesirable, because the fiction we are forced to live is so dark.  Money cannot buy happiness, compassion or intelligence.  We know this because Donald Trump is not happy, compassionate, or bright.

Politically, there is no room for truth in the remaining days of the 2016 General Election in the U.S.  All we have now is a choice.  Do we reward not only the telling of lies, but the belief in them?  Or do we accept our shared humanity, our shared inherent value, our fears, our passions and our loves, and continue the slow, painful, complex journey to wholeness?  To reconciliation?  To racial justice?  To gender equity?  To a society where no one is starved?

The political nerd in me is righteously angry, and wants Hillary to crush Donald with a 420-electoral-point rout on November 8, with a 55-seat Democratic majority in the Senate.  Because that would be the only result that would end this sliding by the political right toward a total abdication of responsiveness to truth.  But the aspiring minister in me sees that we are all broken more than we were already broken by this election.  I am afraid of what comes next, while hopeful for the future.

May we see the light in ourselves to overcome division.  And may the next 6 weeks go by quickly.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Those Damn Trees

For my evening meditation tonight, I sat on the balcony that adjoins the bedroom of our apartment, on the third of three floors of this row house in Baltimore, Maryland.  A golden shade highlighted all the contours of the trees to the east, with the unusual shade of light casting a contrast between the trees and the landscape closer to the ground, where the setting sun's light could not reach.

I've been too focused lately on the coming election here in the United States, with two peoples' divergent viewpoints and ideologies ravaging a stage that Americans are taught in school is sacred to our democratic principles.  With 48 days to go until this latest "most important election in our lifetime", I was left with the realization that the trees with which I was sharing this evening's sacred space of meditation didn't care about the election.  They didn't care about the ideological conflict that I often believe could divide the United States in unhealthy ways.  They sat there.  Unyielding.  Swayed only by the winds.

How can they not care?  Isn't the election the most important thing ever?

No.  They don't care.  Most of those trees will outlive the two major-party candidates for President.  Most of those trees will outlive the third-party Presidential candidates too.  All the trees with which I shared space tonight survived the heavy construction and paving of this Charles Village neighborhood in Baltimore over a century ago.  They weren't swayed when Franklin Roosevelt was elected in 1932, when the American Middle Class was midwifed.  They weren't swayed when World War II started, or ended.  They weren't swayed when the end of the social contract for fair treatment ended with the election of Ronald Reagan in 1980.  They weren't swayed when the U.S. elected its first nonwhite President, Barack Obama, 8 years ago.  And they won't be swayed by this election.

These trees are part of an ecology that will heal, at some point, in some way.  Maybe humanity will survive its attempt at self-destruction through ecological rape.  Maybe we won't.  But those trees, and their cousins, and their offspring, will live on.

I cannot fix the toxic politics here.  Nor can I reach out and fix the bad days some of my ministerial colleagues had this past week.  Nor can I solve intractable life problems experienced by close friends.  But I can realize that I am part of a larger whole.  One that extends beyond the fertile and often harsh playground of human life.

I am born from the trees.  I am a product of playtime underneath the massive Oak tree on the front lawn of my mother's home in Michigan, its massive reach covering my imaginary Starship Bridge during "Star Trek" playtime when I was a boy.  I am a product of love, cultivated on walks underneath so many trees in so many places.  I am the product of awe, as I have witnessed the flowering of the tree in front of our Baltimore row house every spring since we arrived.  Those trees that wave frigidly in the winter, their bare arms demonstrating life and unending desire to grow upward.  Those trees that captured the attention of so many authors.  Those trees that rustle when the summer breeze bring relief to a sweltering day.

I am not the capable one to fix the world, for the world is beyond me.  But I will cue from the trees that shared in my meditation tonight, and rest aware that there is always tomorrow.

Thursday, February 11, 2016

Orthodoxy and Progress: The Protestant Reformation, the 2016 Election, and Maybe We're Not So Bad Off Today


#FeeltheReformation might have been his hashtag



For my upcoming class on Christian History in my final semester of Seminary, I’m studying Martin Luther and the Protestant Reformation in the 1500s, and how the Catholic Church’s loss of power and absolute influence changed the balance of political power between German states and among the larger ruling classes of Europe.  Luther became more a symbol of a desire on the part of Christians in Europe for less strict rules for their faith practice rather than a singular deified carrier of a Holy message of reform, and his flaws as a human being and political figure would prevent deeper reforms.
Throughout days of working as a Chaplain Intern at Johns Hopkins Hospital, I provide pastoral presence and care to those whose religious lives reflect the schism in Christianity cracked wide by Luther and many other reformers of the faith.   I applied ashes to the foreheads of believers in many Christian traditions on the recent Ash Wednesday at Hopkins, while many hospital employees and staff declined.  In many Christian denominations, no meaning is held for the application of ashes.   I wonder what Martin Luther would say about the varied traditions and rituals among those whom he saw as worthy of worshipping a unified faith tradition.
Then there’s our current politics.  The battle within the Democratic Party for control of the party machinery and the message of hope and a brighter tomorrow that comes with it.  That seeming perfect symmetry in this contest between Bernie Sanders and Hillary Clinton.  In many ways, Hillary reminds voters of the established orthodoxy of mainstream progressive thinking in the U.S., with incremental progress and hewing to traditional means of changing government functions and allocation of resources for the betterment of the common good.  Bernie Sanders appeals to a similar pent-up desire for deep change into which Martin Luther tapped with his 95 Theses
With the rise of Donald Trump, Ted Cruz and other demagogues in the Republican party, with a nascent rebellion against acceptance of further social progress, many in the corporate and polarized media are convincing people that the “sides” are “further apart than ever”, and that what we need is a “moderate” like former New York mayor and billionaire media mogul Michael Bloomberg, to “unite” the country.   The organized left, which I personally hold as the harbinger of true change and progress, the side most willing to embrace and welcome more and more marginalized groups into the mainstream of society as a mechanism for social justice, has developed a clear fault line this political season.  As I stumble into the work of social change and as one who tries to keep my own eyes open to the reality of injustice of the world, I wonder how much of the deep struggle in the wide Christian faith parallels the current political climate in U.S. and elsewhere.  Maybe our society is not more divided than ever.  Maybe we're just playing the parts people play in changing times.  There have to be reactionaries to progress; otherwise, the stories that lead to progress could not hold the potency that spawns religions.
Which holds more inherent capacity to change the world for the better, the Bernie camp or the Hillary camp?  As the organized Left incrementally begins to resolve that question over the next few months in the American opiate of political theater, I wonder for the first time in 20 years of involvement in political campaigns if our politics aren’t just echoes of the same ideological schisms that drew Martin Luther, and Jan Hus and Desiderius Erasmus and so many other reformers in Christian thought, to risk their lives and acceptance in the societies they lived.  As a humanist and political junkie, politics has been part of my religious life for so long that I cannot remember a time prior.  With the increasing percentage of Americans who feel comfortable admitting their allegiance to no faith (the patronizing term “Nones”), I see the possibility of greater synergy between American political and religious discourse.
Maybe that’s the reason this week marked the first time a Jewish man won a major political party Primary election in American history.   Can it be that as we’re slowly becoming increasingly secular and rational in our public discourse that we’re also similarly embracing Jesus’ ideals of breaking the grip of banks’ power in society, of ensuring our fellow citizens have their basic needs met?
The Perfect Fusion Ticket for Rationalists in 2016?
Conversely, should we be disappointed if the establishment candidate, Hillary Clinton, succeeds in earning the party nomination?  Do those of the Catholic faith, the establishment Christian tradition in the 1500s when Martin Luther sought radical change, feel as though they missed out on the revolution?  I see value in establishment faiths, be they religious or political.  I seek a world where orthdoxy is appreciated if not allowed to forever control the flow of the discourse.
I see potential for a synergistic dialogue about faith and politics in the 2016 campaign.  I feel hope for the potential for the country, and global society, to begin its much-needed leap past political and religious fundamentalism and toward Heaven on Earth.
In 270 days, we will know the result of this sliver of the push forward of human consciousness.  Like Martin Luther in his day, we can't know what will come of our aspiration actions today.  But we can look to his example and keep on going.




Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Keeping My Head Above Holy Water

"A government which has power to tax a man in peace, and draft him in war, should have power to defend his life in the hour of peril. A government which can protect and defend its citizens from wrong and outrage and does not is vicious. A government which would do it and cannot is weak; and where human life is insecure through either weakness or viciousness in the administration of law, there must be a lack of justice, and where this is wanting nothing can make up the deficiency." - Frances Ellen Watkins Harper (1825-1911) African-American abolitionist, poet and author
As I have slowly inched toward graduation from Seminary (spending twice as much time towards my Masters of Divinity program as originally planned), I’ve been thinking the effect the words of heroes in the cause for spreading truth like Francis Harper and the other voices for reason and change I have studied. With all the twists of life, with all the cross-country moves, the loss of jobs, new professional directions forged, and the financial hardships of a newly-married couple with advanced degrees, I have learned so much about myself since my partner and I have sprouted roots in the East Coast of the United States.  Above all else, I’ve learned of the need to find truth, and to speak it in a loving way.
So I’m starting a blog on my search for Truth and the obstacles to Truth I see in everyday life.  In politics, in religion, and in my little world here in Baltimore.
It is only recently that I have recently started to grow emotionally into a realistic expectation of success in my life, and I have realized that I have much to say about how society should function, pushing for the mutual success of all without the little mistakes and detours in life derailing their hopes.
First, I’ve had to grapple with several questions. What constitutes success in life? How do varied definitions of success muddle political discourse and the attempt to live for our individual and shared values? I believe that these questions are critical to understanding how people of conscience can repair the broken system of public and civic life in the United States. With the 2016 election campaign heating up as actual votes are finally being cast (however incrementally), the future of American society, and by extension the rest of the corporatized world, will be decided by American voters over the next 274 days, which will culminate in the November general election. The way in which people consider their roles in an interlocking and complex nation that is rife with misinformation spread needs to be examined. We must embrace our mutualistic responsibilities to each other determines the next phase of societal development.
Rather than continuing with my unfocused habit of online ranting on social media, I’m devoting some of my spiritual focus to direct my thoughts to this blog.  I chose “Head Above Holy Water” because I often feel like I’m treading and maintaining myself just enough to avoid drowning in the inherent contradictions of the modern American white liberal man, as well as the doubts I continuously confront in my Unitarian Universalist faith. While I am on track toward graduation from Seminary and ordination as a minister in the UU movement, I realize that I cannot enter ministry in good conscience unless I talk out those events and ideas in modern life that have given me pause.
If you’re up for an attempt to focus the energy I use to rant on social media too often, as well as provocative ideas on public policy, religion, sex, popular culture, and music, then I encourage you to make a habit of following this blog. With this blog starting at the beginning of Lent, I’m going to try to post something at least once a day during the next 40 days, as an effort to grow the habit of focusing my ideas and writing them out. I seek to focus my attention less on those who oppose my views on various issues and instead pivot to why.
Where there is wanting, may there be satisfaction.  Where there is anger, let there be centering.  Where there is doubt, let there be joy, for we are all living lives of questioning.
And where there is ignorance, may there be my analysis.  May I, as we all, find heart where there would otherwise be anger and division.