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Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Book Report: Valeria Luiselli, Tell Me How it Ends: An Essay in Forty Questions

 

    Each child comes from a different place, a separate life, a distinct set of experiences, but their stories usually follow the same predictable, fucked-up plot.

Which goes more or less as follows:  Children leave their homes with a coyote.  They cross Mexico in the hands of this coyote, riding La Bestia.  They try not to fall into the hands of rapists, corrupt policemen, murderous solders, and drug gangs who might enslave them in poppy or marijuana fields, if they don't shoot them in the head and mass-bury them.  If something goes wrong, and something happens to a child, the coyote is not held accountable.  In fact, no one is ever held accountable. The children who make it all the way to the U.S. border turn themselves in to Border Patrol officers and are formally detained.  (Often by officers who say things like "Speak English!  Now you're in America!")  They are then placed in the icebox.  And, later, in a temporary shelter.  There they must start looking for their parents--if they have parents--or for relatives who will sponsor them.  Later, they are sent to wherever their sponsor lives.  And finally, they have to appear in court, where they can defend themselves against deportation--if they have a lawyer.


I began reading this text as a part of the No Longer a Stranger working group that is part of Interfaith Action in Southwest Michigan.  The discussion of the text will happen tonight at 6:00 p.m.  If you want the info to be a part of that discussion, please contact me, mmulberry@gmail.com.  I will get you the critical Zoom information.   Below the information I am providing for the discussion is my book report.  

I look forward to this discussion with Professor Reinoza leading us.

On September 15th at 6pm, Interfaith Action of SW Michigan will host a community discussion via Zoom on Valeria Luiselli’s book "Tell Me How It Ends”.   The book discussion is part of the organization’s six month series on migration. 

The book “Tell Me How It Ends” is available through local county libraries and is the winner of a 2018 American Book Award and was a Finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award for Criticism.  The book is structured around the forty questions Luiselli asks undocumented Latin American children facing deportation. Tell Me How It Ends humanizes these young migrants and highlights the contradiction between the idea of America as a fiction for immigrants and the reality of racism and fear—both here and back home.
 
The book discussion will be led by Tatiana Reinoza, a resident of Stevensville. She  is an assistant professor of Latinx art in the Department of Art, Art History & Design at the University of Notre Dame. She specializes in the history of printmaking in Latinx communities in the United States with an emphasis on the themes of immigration, race, and histories of colonialism. Her own journey as an immigrant from El Salvador and interdisciplinary training in the fields of ethnic studies and art history have shaped her intellectual formation. 
 
Reinoza earned her PhD at the University of Texas at Austin, and subsequently joined the Society of Fellows at Dartmouth College for a postdoctoral fellowship prior to joining the faculty at Notre Dame. Professor Reinoza is a member of the Board of Directors of Interfaith Action and is active in the No Longer a Stranger Working Group of Interfaith Action.

Although this is a short text, its autobiographical nature makes it powerful.  Luiselli relates her work as an interpreter in New York City's interviewing children.   Her template is the questionnaire that begins with, "Why did you come to the United States?"  It ends with the question posed by one of her children, "Tell me how it ends?"  

Both questions have a painful irony that have no easy answers.  How do you tell your own children the twisted evil of a system requires children to fit into a box to remain in our country and remain safe from the danger they just fled.   How do we share with our children the pain, angst, and torture so many of these immigrant children have already been through? 

This is a great book for relating some of the ever-present pain found along one part of the immigration system.  Contrary to what some political officials and media personalities put forward, the book also relates that the United States is not the "open door" to immigrants and refugees they make it out to be.  Luiselli makes that clear with process she knows about the system and by relating the tragic narratives she experienced.   If we are serious about the pain found deep in the heart of God, we know change is required. 

Where the book falls short, and it doesn't pretend to be a thoroughgoing discussion, is not detailing the reasons behind racist, oppressive immigration system we have.  Our system is not broken.  It is intentionally punishing the people we consider less than human.  Would that our country not have violent solutions in other areas of our law enforcement, we might say that the system is broken.  We cannot.  

This is the third book I have read recently that asks the question what it means to be a human being or human.  In a nation that has declared corporations to be human beings (with a right to have rights), we have consistently supported a system that gives over our lives to profits, greed, and violence that corporate America regularly pours into our ecosystems.  What we need is an augmentation of "human beings" that reaches out into the biosphere that provides life for humans.

My prayer is that a book like this moves us to go deeper to root out an intentionally evil, racist, and violent system intended to extract labor and wealth from Latin America while then doubly punishing the people for declaring themselves to be human beings by fleeing unjust laws, systems, and practices.  We are often at the root of the push-pull dynamic that creates immigrants and refugees.  We then punish those very same immigrants and refugees for responding in ways to seek out something beyond the violence.

Tell me how it ends?  For these children, the story too often ends with their abuse, torture, and death.  

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Lights for Liberty Vigil, Friday, July 12, 2019

Tonight we grieve.  And it's impossible to know how to respond to make this come to an end.  But no system of injustice is ever taken down by a singular act, one great push, or solidarity expressed in a moment.  For, as hard as it is to fathom, there are hands across American who praise this policy and practice.  And this is us.  This is us.

So what we need now is persistent, consistent, and regular vigil that will refuse to let go of the children's hands--hands to which we have extended our hands out to this evening.  As shared by Rev. Traci Blackmon at our recent denominational meeting, "What about the children?" is a Swahili greeting used to indicate the well-being of not only a family but also a wider community.  "What about the children?" is an everyday question, a check-in question, a question that you don't ask once and then walk away.  A question you ask once only to walk away is never how children are nurtured, never how they are kept safe from harm.  


We say things to our children we hope they know last a lifetime.  Call me when you get there.  Stay safe.  Be smart about your surroundings.  Know that, if you need us, your mom and dad and your whole family will show up to keep you safe and free from harm.  Those are our fondest and most devoted wishes for our kids.


Tables with postcards, websites, information, phone numbers for Senator Daines and Representative Gianforte are found on tables to my right.  Their offices should be flooded with calls asking what they are doing to end child detention and stop family separation.  Today Billings asked for calls from across the State of Montana to ask Senator Daines to care for the most vulnerable and to go to one of the places that qualify to be called concentration camps.  And then report back to us.  Join us at the protest on Monday at 12 noon beginning here.  Then we march to Senator Daines' Billings office and ask for this to come to an end.

Join Sanctuary Rising and our initiatives as we seek to reunite families like that Gonzalo and Josie and their children (https://www.gofundme.com/72bb7m0) over the holidays.  Get Know Your Rights presentations into Billings public schools, often the first point of contact for undocumented children and youth, and give money to organizations at the border that provide bond money for the undocumented or asylum seekers.  We also have material (https://www.afsc.org/sites/default/files/documents/New%20path%20-%20short%20version_0.pdf)  that share what a more humane immigration policy might look like which emanates out of a basic understanding that all people have human rights.  

We have posters for you to put in the windows of your homes, to call attention to this human rights crisis.  


Finally, finally, please work on the root causes of immigration.  Asylum seekers come from Honduras because we overthrew the democratically elected government of Honduras, created horrendous trade and agricultural policies that continue to devastate the rural poor in Latin America.  

I close by saying this.  Keeping vigil is not an easy thing.  It suggests that you will not turn away.  That when you are called to grieve and rage, you grieve and rage.  But that you stay woke, not close your eyes, and become a witness as you gain more and more wisdom about what your eyes see, what love compels you to do, and what justice requires of you.

This weekend, with 1 million declared to be deported, promises to be a weekend of immense suffering, parents losing the ability to check in with their children, and families forever, forever broken.  "What about the children?" means you will not ask just once--as a person, as a parent, as a community, as a human being.  

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Op-Ed submitted to the Billings Gazette, October 29, 2018


While serving as a missionary in southern Mexico, I listened to a Roman Catholic catechist describe her experience trying to immigrate to the United States.  A group of men had come upon their small group, vulnerable and far from home.  Tears filled her eyes as she told me her story.  She related that today she is still haunted by the sounds of the men being killed and her female friends being raped and murdered.  She hid until she knew the slaughter was finished and then began the long trek home.

As a person of faith, I grieve what is going on in this election cycle.  Holy words like “sanctuary” and “amnesty,” are words we sing beautifully in hymns to convey God’s sabbath, grace, and mercy.  In the current, toxic climate these words have been demonized.   Psalm 23, our most treasured Psalm, is written as the enemy pursues, God giving rest, sabbath, sanctuary, and refuge.  The psalmnist eats a meal, presumably in a sanctuary city, while the enemy watches. 

We don’t even pretend to practice faith any more.  Instead of protecting vulnerable communities like the widow, the orphan, and the immigrant as a major part of the Jewish, Christian, and Muslim traditions, we select obscure Scripture passages to justify our cruelty and hate.   We mock God. 

I had hoped that once a candidate’s misleading ads did not carry him to victory in the primaries, other candidates would not make misleading hate and fear a central part of their platform.  Certainly Montanans want something deeper, more relevant. Is it foolish to ask for something more compassionate for these vulnerable people? Yet, candidates have made fear and hatred of the immigrant community, people entering the country over a thousand miles away, central to their run for office.  In response, one candidate even has an ad showing he has the support of border patrol!  I don’t think he is playing upon our fear of those good-natured Canadians, eh?

President Trump is now trying to win votes by bringing the military to the border to stop a caravan of war-torn and hopeless people. The Trump Administration is also threatening to reinstitute separating parents from their children.  Our holy stories tell us that such violence, cast upon the waters, grows exponentially and returns to haunt our children and grandchildren. 

I pray that we will demand our elected leaders be more relevant, more deeply courageous, and profoundly more compassionate with people who are dear to God’s heart.  Soon the groans and cries of immigrant and refugee peoples will reach God’s ears.  We will be held accountable for whether we were people of God’s own heart or peddled in the hate and fear ginned up by those who say they want to be our leaders. 

Thursday, September 27, 2018

Twentieth Sunday in Ordinary Time, September 2, 2018, "Black and Beautiful"


B Proper 17 22 Ord BFC 2018
Song of Songs 2:8-13; James 1:17-27
September 2, 2018

Jesus was an illegal alien.  According to the edict of King Herod, he, like Moses before him, was to be one of the children under 2 executed because his very existence threatened the rule of Herod.   But when God is illegal . . . when in compassion and justice God cares nothing for edicts and laws, your family gets warned in a dream that you should leave Bethlehem--you go, you flee.  You become one of the unwashed hordes seeking life and sanctuary, a political/religious term meaning haven, rest from the alarms of the world, a term that has been made dirty and foul by our president and the Republican National Committee, for, they approved these ads.
King Herod, a Jew himself, had latitude to execute poor Jews like Jesus because all of the Jewish people were part of the unwashed hordes, the ungrateful cockroaches who sucked off the system, barbarians who pressed inside and outside the borders with their illegal God for who knows what, right?  Rome gave them peace from the wars that had raged and roads and sewers and infrastructure and it all it got back was discontent and rebellion.  Ungrateful lot!  Galileean Jews were there to harvest the wheat the fed and fish the waters to feed the empire because no self-respecting Roman citizen would do such dirty, smelly work.   The tradespeople, like carpenters, people who were formerly farmers growing crops for their people, their community, their families, but lost the land; the tradespeople were there to build the coliseums, the palaces, the cities that were the mark of a true grand and glorious civilization. 
          You may remember that after President Obama was elected, there was great consternation in the Republican Party about the need to reach out to the growing Hispanic demographic.  It was one of the reasons Marco Rubio was thought to be a prime candidate for the Republican nomination.  With his Latin@ heritage and ancestry, he might bring some of that vote his way.  Instead, permission was given to double down on a teeming underbelly of hate and fear that now has become the dominant ethos and set of lies packaged for our consumption.  In Montana, the national Republican candidates for House and Senate have chosen to make “secure borders”, over 1,000 miles from the border of Mexico (I am sure they are not referencing those nasty Canadiens, eh?), part of their regular dose of hate and fear channeled out to people with real Montana values.  That’s right.  They believe our hate and fear runs so thick in Montana that we would run for the hills in fear of the Mexicans and Central Americans, sneaking across the border from thousands of miles away who seek to suck off the system, destroy our country, and make us all speak Spanish. 
          The Song of Songs, or the Most Excellent of Songs, sounds the furthest thing from a political tract with its overt sexual and romantic language, but there it is right there, in chapter 1, verse 5, of this beautiful poetry, “I am black and beautiful” or “I am black but beautiful.”  She confronts the daughters of Jerusalem, the ones who might judge her from being a different ethnicity, or a different social class because she spends her days working under the sun, “Do not stare at me with disdain, daughters of Jerusalem, because I am dark, because the sun has gazed on me.”  It is a challenge to all who might confront her.  “So it is you who might forbid true love?”
          It is a reminder of those days when Protestants married Catholics to the trepidation of their family and community, and lo and behold, family members had to admit that their love seemed right and true.  Oh, and their kids, their kids seemed to be good and well-adjusted and healthy.  It is a reminder of those days when a couple realized they could not have children of their own so they adopted them from China, or Russia, or Guatemala, or . . . a white couple who adopted African-American children, and they become treasured children in our families, our schools, , our churches, our communities.  It is a reminder, right here in Billings, of Amy, one of my closest colleagues, marrying an undocumented immigrant, Francisco, and the five incredible children they have who regularly demonstrate their kindness, responsibility, and love for one another.  It is a reminder of the gay or lesbian relative or marriage partner that feels oddly placed in the family until the ice breaks, you realize what a gift they are to your family, and now you can’t imagine life without them.  Daughters of Jerusalem, sons, siblings, and cousins of Jerusalem, do not forbid their love!  Your narrative runs deeper.  Your story is more profound.  Your ancient values do not quake with such hate and fear that people who are not like you can be so menacing and evil. 
          We have a whole party hijacked by that hate and fear, so afraid of losing privilege and power in our country, that they, without shame, embrace imperial lie after imperial lie.  It was not always so.  We have another party so tepid and cowed that they fear making statements that honor the basic understanding that Christians shall be known by the fruits of their love, as the teaching in James states, their love for the most vulnerable and powerless—that we don’t traffic in hate to deny people the material bases of life.  And we have failed.  We have failed, I believe I have failed, to know that deep and ancient story well enough to communicate an alternative vision. 
          There were many memories shared of Senator John McCain over the last week and especially yesterday, but my favorite happened at one of his rallies as he ran for president in 2008.  He was given a distinct choice—to chase after that underbelly of racism and hate or to pursue something different.
A woman came up to McCain at a rally and said, “I can’t trust Obama. I have read about him, and he’s not, he’s not — he’s an Arab.” Her comment prompted McCain to immediately shake his head and take the microphone from her.
“No ma’am,” McCain said. “He’s a decent family man, a citizen that I just happen to have disagreements with on fundamental issues, and that’s what this campaign is all about.”[1]

Having tracked the immigration issue for most of my adult life, I know Senator McCain, as a legislator from Arizona, did not always make choices against hate and fear, but I do think that was an iconic choice in our country’s history—a man, rather than make power and ambition to be all, end all, chose different values. 
        So must we.  We must choose different values and communicate an alternative vision that tells the personal stories of love that could not be forbidden, those stories that remind us of when we were surprised by how our passion for a lover, a child, a family, a relative, tore down walls, broke laws, transcended cultural acceptance to know that God’s love is more wild and free than the opportunistic hate and fear peddled by the profiteers and power hungry.  Black and beautiful.  Yes.  Right.  True.  Do not forbid love.  Amen. 


[1] Lisa Maria Segarra, “Watch John McCain Strongly Defend Barack Obama During the 2008 Campaign,” Time, August 25, 2018.  http://time.com/4866404/john-mccain-barack-obama-arab-cancer/.

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Sacred Place Worship Series 10, October 23, 2016, "The Sacred Place of Hospitality"

Sacred Space 10 BFC 2016
Hebrews 13:1-2
October 23, 2016

          As I hope this congregation knows by now, I struggle with Christian messages that take radical Biblical teaching and cheapen that teaching by acting like it was intended for the local church.   I get it.  I understand it.  What we do in the local church as spiritual practice should have some integrity to it.  It should mirror what we are called to do in the world.  But too often all those messages do is privatize radical Biblical teaching so that we never confront the public square with a countercultural ethic we are called to by a God of justice and compassion.  
          Never is that so true in our own denomination, the United Church of Christ, when we talk about making our local churches places of radical hospitality and extravagant welcome without recognizing the compelling, public issues that are before us.  Just at the end of September, United Church of Christ writer, Lillian Daniel wrote one of her typically pithy daily devotions intended for local congregations titled, “Hell Is a Place Where the Visitors Where Name Tags.”[1]  Catchy title and an interesting read. 
          But in a world, where the United Nations now estimates that 65.3 million people have been forced from their homes, a number greater than at any other time in human history and that there are 34,000 people forcibly displaced from their homes every day[2], people of faith should be raising their eyes to recognize far more than just the new young family that made their way to the door of their church.   For more than any other identifier of Judeo-Christian faith is the person, the faith community, which provides hospitality for the stranger.  We trace our faith history back to Sarah and Abraham, those immigrants who made a journey from the homeland of Ur, depending on the hospitality of others.  We proclaim that wandering Arameans were our ancestors, a reference to Jacob and Rachel and Leah and their immigration into Egypt.[3]  And over and over again, the phrase is repeated, “Remember, you were once strangers, aliens, foreigners, immigrants, refugees in Egypt,” as not only an ethical construct for the Jewish people which tells them how they are to treat the alien, the foreigner, the immigrant, but as a statement that goes to the core of their identity.[4]  
Indeed. Rev. Joan M. Maruskin, as a former Washington, D.C. representative for Church World Service’s Immigration and Refugee program, refers to the Bible as the “Ultimate Immigration Handbook.”  She states, “The Bible begins with the migration of God’s Spirit and ends with John in exile on the Isle of Patmos. Between those two events, the uprooted people of God seek safety, sanctuary, and refuge, and the living God gives directions for welcoming the stranger.”[5] 
          As I related in a sermon this summer, the infamous story of Sodom and Gomorrah is often ripped from its context to provide a vindictive against the LGBTQ community.  Following the story of Sodom and Gomorrah, Abraham sends his servant back to “his” people to find a fitting partner for his son, Isaac.  All the way to Abraham’s homeland, the servant wonders how he shall know who is truly one of Abraham’s people, part of the family.  He comes up with the answer when he arrives at the community well.  The servant decides that the one who provides not only food and drink and cares for the well-being for not only himself but also for his camels . . . that person is the fitting partner for Isaac. 
Bracketing the infamous story of Sodom and Gomorrah as an antecedent, we read the story of three Divine visitors who appear at the tent of Abraham and Sarah.  Before the Living God once again makes the promise of descendants to Abraham and Sarah, Abraham washes their feet, gives them a little shade, a little bread, tells Sarah to make cakes for them, kills the fatted calf with a little milk and cheese.  The promise of progeny becomes real because Abraham provides hospitality to the stranger. 
          Jewish rabbis have written, “Hospitality is a form of worship.”[6]
In fourth century Rome, the Emperor Julian sought to undercut the enthusiasm that had grown throughout the Roman Empire for Christianity.  Pagan spirituality only extended hospitality to its own kind—Sicilians to Sicilians, people of Gaul to others of Gaul.  Julian sought to cut Christianity off at its knees by having his pagan priests adopt their model of hospitality to the stranger.  Since Julian died in battle not long after he sent out this imperial decree, we do not know whether his plan and program would have robbed Christianity of its claim for a counter-cultural practice.[7]  As Benedictine sister Joan Chittister has said, hospitality for the stranger, and not just a bed and meal, but care for the whole person, was the primary way monastic Christianity defined itself over and against the Roman Empire. 
          With the continuing stories of Abraham and Sarah and their descendants, we know that these are not only values of early Christian monasticism over and against Empire, but also the values within Abraham’s family and Sarah’s circle as nomads, sojourners, migrants, refugees, and pilgrims themselves.  The story teaches that as we offer hospitality we may find that we are communing with the divine, sharing with the very people who come bearing divine gifts, maybe bearing our own salvation.
          One of the most powerful UCC stories happened in Chicago, Illinois.   Virgilio Vicente was a catechist in the Roman Catholic Church who fled his native Guatemala with his family. Virgilio had been marked for death for organizing workers.  So in the 1980s he sought sanctuary for his family by fleeing to the United States.   The threat was real.  Virgilio’s parents were killed by troops trained at the School of the Americas in Fort Benning, Georgia, and those same troops burned their village to the ground. 
Virgilio and his wife, Isabel, found sanctuary at University Church in Chicago, Illinois, a joint UCC/Disciples of Christ congregation then pastored by my good friends, Revs. Don and Ann Marie Coleman.  Here Isabel, Virgilio and their family were granted hospitality and raised their four children underneath the broad and beautiful wings of University Church.
In November 2005, Rev. Don Coleman watched as Virgilio posted pictures of his parents on the fence at the School of the Americas Vigil.  He began to feel the pull to intentionally cross the line at the School of the Americas knowing that action would probably result in a fine and a prison term.  With the support of his wife, his church community, and the Vicente family, Don did intentionally cross the line and was incarcerated for two months in a Chicago municipal jail.
More recently, one of those Vicente daughters, Gloria, now in her twenties, left to return to Guatemala.  There she learned the Mayan language, the first language of her mother and father, Cakchiquel.  She went to Guatemala as a missionary for Global Ministries of the United Church of Christ/Disciples of Christ and as a relationship partner with Guatemala Cultural Action, the religious wing of refugees who returned to Guatemala after the violence in the 1980s.   From the very people who were offered hospitality comes the missionary who then fed our church. 
From my heart of hearts, I really do believe this is how God acts in the world.  Our stories teach us this.  To those we extend hospitality in the world, we welcome the divine promise, we break bread with the Christ, we greet angels unawares.  Such stories and practices call into question the policies and programs that advocate for hate and discrimination within our world.  As Joan Chittister has written, hospitality too often has become making connections at cocktail parties when we don’t know our neighbors, don’t dare communicate with others in elevators, or even know the service employee’s name.  Chittister goes on to write,

Hospitality for us may as much involve a change of attitudes and perspectives as it does a handout.  To practice hospitality in our world, it may be necessary to evaluate all the laws and all the promotions and all the invitation lists of corporate and political society from the point of view of people who never make the lists.  Then hospitality may demand that we change things.[8]

Then hospitality may demand that we change things.   
In the current political climate, it is almost impossible to speak truth into the thick atmosphere of hate and fear.  During all of my work for a more humane immigration policy, I have not heard one person seriously ask for open borders.  And the United States vetting process for Syrian refugees[9] is so extensive and takes so long, refugees being immediately denied even based on gut instinct, such that we cannot keep talking about the threat of Isis terrorism and Syrian refugees in the same breath.[10]    
          I cannot tell you what an honor it is to pastor a congregation, that I believe, lives out what it means to be a sacred place of hospitality almost every day of the week.  With stories of how this congregation provided hospitality for people like Vilma Reich and other refugee and immigrant people to just our everyday courage that, I believe, is leading to a palpable, all-out joy here.  God and the Living Christ are present in such real ways.
Sometimes it takes my breath away—how you all will often engage the stranger in our midst, people we often know will never be able to return the favor.  How often when I feel uncomfortable with it all, you buck up my courage with your kindness and care, your unwillingness to promote fear and division. 
Some of you who were present for our Called to Care training may recall that I shared what an honor it was to minister in the midst of you all as a sacred place of hospitality when another clergy person almost reeled back in horror that we would not seek to find the nearest social service agency for people who have elemental needs in downtown Billings.  We pressed her.  “But many of these agencies are closed on Sundays.  And we invite many people into our meals because that is what people of faith do.” She was almost furious with contempt for us. 
At one point I went upstairs and there was Susan Betz, engaging as so many of you do, with someone who had walked into our church and clearly was struggling with mental illness.  Susan listened, expressed interest in his life, and introduced him as a person to the rest of us.  And I cry thinking of it because in that moment I knew I was in the presence of the Living Christ, not that we be irrational about this, but that Susan knew he posed no threat and so she offered her listening ear, her care and concern.  I see this repeated over and over in the midst of you—an invitation to our potluck, names learned of homeless people who just want a place of cup of coffee in our building, a young couple who takes someone into their home and buys them groceries, an absolute lack of fear about people who are clearly not here to harm us.  I am just swept away with this church as an incredibly sacred place of hospitality.  I am swept away.
Now, more than ever, in our world, we need the hospitality of Billings First Congregational Church extended into our wider world.  The season approaches when we remember a story that should identify who we are in the world but is too often forgotten in a world that peddles in division, fear, and hatred.  The poet Ann Weems writes of this story: 

Into the wild and painful cold of the starless winter night came the refugees, slowly making their way to the border. . . .
. . .One man he could handle . . ..two, even  . . ., but a border patrol . . . they wouldn’t have a chance.
She’d hardly had time to recover from childbirth
When word had come that they were hunted,
And they fled with only a little bread,
The remaining wine,
And a very small portion of cheese.
Suddenly, the child began to make small noises.
The man drew his breath in sharply;
The woman quietly put the child to breast.
Fear . . . long dread-filled moments . . . .
Huddled, the family stood still in the long silence.
At last the man breathed deeply again,
Reassured they had not been heard.
And into the night continued.
Mary and Joseph and the Babe.[11]

This is our story, that we remember. we identify our faith ancestors were once immigrants and strangers in Egypt, once refugees making our way to escape warfare and violence in the Middle East, depending on the hospitality of others, hoping there is room at the inn that no border patrol will refuse us as we flee for our lives.  At the very least, hospitality should put us in relationship with people who can then tell us their stories.  And as we spread our broad wings to cover them, we may find that their stories bring about our own salvation—we welcome the divine outside our tent, we break bread with the Christ on the road to Emmaus, and we greet angels unawares. 
        May this beautifully rich community of faith once again spread its broad wings to do what is definitively Christian and, in so doing, become aware of the angels that are found all around us.  Amen.




[1]Lillian Daniel, “Hell Is a Place Where Visitors Wear Nametags,” Still Speaking Devotional, September 30, 2016, http://www.ucc.org/daily_devotional_hell_is_a_place_where_the_visitors_wear_name_tags.
[2] “Figures at a glance,” UNCHR, http://www.unhcr.org/en-us/figures-at-a-glance.html.
[3] Deuteronomy 26:5
[4] Exodus 22:21, Exodus 23:9, Leviticus 19:33, Leviticus 23:22, Leviticus 24:22, Numbers 15:16, Deuteronomy 1:16, Deuteronomy 24:20-21, Deuteronomy 27:19, Jeremiah 7:4-12, Zechariah 7:10, Malachi 3:5, Psalm 39:12.
[5] “Sermon Notes:  Welcoming the Stranger,” Rev. Cecil Charles Prescod, Ainsworth United Church of Christ, April 22, 2007, quoting Rev. Joan Maruskin, “The Bible as the Ultimate Immigration Handbook.”
[6] Joan Chittister, The Rule of Benedict:  Insights for the Ages (New York:  The Crossroads Publishing Company, 1997), p. 140.
[7] Michael Bernstein, “The Oldest New Deal,” The Yale Free Press, April 2000.  http://www.yale.edu/yfp/archives/00_4_julian.html
[8] Chittister, “The Rule,” p. 142.
[10] A good article sharing how Syrian refugees may even make us safer:  Dave Bier, “Six Reasons to Welcome Syrian Refugees After Paris,” Niskanean Center, November 16, 2015.  https://niskanencenter.org/blog/six-reasons-to-welcome-syrian-refugees-after-paris/.
[11] Ann Weems, “The Refugees,” Kneeling in Bethlehem (Louisville, KY:  Westminister/John Knox Press, 1993), p. 59

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Reflection Offered for Refugee Resettlement Rally, March 1, 2016, St. Andrew's Presbyterian Church

Refugee Rally
St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Church
March 1, 2016

            Rev. Joan M. Maruskin, a Washington, D.C. representative for Church World Service’s Immigration and Refugee program, refers to the Bible as the “Ultimate Immigration Handbook.”  She states, “The Bible begins with the migration of God’s Spirit and ends with John in exile on the Isle of Patmos. Between those two events, the uprooted people of God seek safety, sanctuary, and refuge, and the living God gives directions for welcoming the stranger.”[1]  Indeed, the most well-known Psalm, Psalm 23, is a song telling of a person making a dangerous trek through unfriendly country to receive the welcome and hospitality of God.  In contrast to the violent and inhospitable rulers of the day, the activity of God provides hospitality, rest, and Sabbath.  In the city of refuge, the refugee eats a feast before their enemy. 
            So for people of the Jewish, Muslim, and Christian traditions, these stories tell us who we are and define our spiritual family.   Divine action provides hospitality, rest, and Sabbath to the refugee.  What the stories of faith tell us time and time again is not only the character of divine activity but that we are strongly tied, related to the immigrant and refugee. 
            Abraham, Sarah, and Hagar, made immigrants by the command of God, our spiritual ancestors.  How can we not know them as our family?  (We belong to each other)  Jacob and Rachel and Leah, made wandering Arameans by famine, our spiritual ancestors.  How can we not know them as family?  (We belong to each other.)  Naomi and Orpah and Ruth, forced to migrate as refugees due to famine.  How can we not know them as family?  (We belong to each other.)  Moses and the Children of Israel, made refugees fleeing oppression, violence, and persecution.  How can we not know them as family?  (We belong to each other)  The people of Judah through warfare and persecution made refugees in Babylon.  How can we not know them as family?  (We belong to each other)  The Holy Family, Jesus, Mary, and the babe, made immigrants and refugees through oppression, violence, and persecution.  How can we not know them as our family?  (We belong to each other).  These are our spiritual bloodlines.
            In a world where we now know that the number of refugees around the world has reached nearly 60 million people, how can we not know our story?  How can we not know each one of these people as our family?  (We belong to each other.)  It is time we all know ourselves as the Children of God, in all of our common humanity and divinity, to provide hospitality, rest, and Sabbath.  Who is your Shepherd?  Who is your Shepherd?
            At the beginning of the Biblical story is that rhetorical question which seems to find authority in every age among those who do not want refugees to settle not only in their communities but anywhere a hurting and harmed people might find haven and solace.  “Am I my sister or brother’s keeper?  Why should I be responsible?”  Always implicit in that question is a feigned innocence.  For when our foreign and trade policies create untold suffering and death, when we depose democratically elected leaders to superimpose violence and death, when we wage wars without cause and support sectarian leaders, when our greed and remote weaponry create widows and orphans, a lack of life-giving infrastructure and hopelessness and loss, in basic good conscience and morality we must acknowledge our responsibility to the resulting refugee crisis.  Yes, this is our family.  We are responsible.  We are the keepers of our sisters and brothers. 
            But hear me out.  We are told that even if Montana begins to welcome refugees, it may be two years before the first refugees arrive.  So we must, as people of divine character must begin to prepare.  We must discern whether the empty room in our home might be a place for an individual or a family.  We must discern whether an empty space in our faith communities might be a place to host an individual or a family.  We must begin to imagine and plan for the places where refugees might begin to find safe haven and sanctuary in our community.
Today we meet with common values and hearts to strengthen and buoy our courage.  But tomorrow we go out into a world that lives in fear.  And people who live in fear must be engaged and hearts must be transformed.  We must risk difficult conversations and courageous action to transform people who disagree with us and secure the safety of people who are fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, daughters and sons.  We know that the hate will never completely disappear in each individual heart, but we must develop a plan and strategy to transform homes, communities, and our nation so that the violence is stilled, fear is dispelled, hate might be lessened, and unarmed truth and unconditional love will carry the day. 
            Nearly 60 million people are refugees in the world today.  How can we not know them as family?  For we belong to each other.  Amen.



[1] “Sermon Notes:  Welcoming the Stranger,” Rev. Cecil Charles Prescod, Ainsworth United Church of Christ, April 22, 2007, quoting Rev. Joan Maruskin, “The Bible as the Ultimate Immigration Handbook.”

Monday, February 15, 2016

Sermon for the First Sunday in Lent, Sixth Sunday in the Food Justice Sermon Series, February 14, 2016

Lent 1 Food 6 BFC 2016
I Corinthians 12:4-7, 13-15, 22-26;  Luke 24:28-31
February 14, 2016


          We began this food justice sermon series with the creation stories in Genesis.  We come to a close with one of the most well-known resurrection stories—the road to Emmaus.  The two disciples, mourning the death of their friend and teacher, only know the Risen Christ when he shares food with them.   At the core of the Christian message then is the idea that the Risen Christ is found as we share, we feed one another, build community, knit together the social fabric God intends for us.  The nexus between that resurrection story and the first story of creation in Genesis is found in a Buddhist prayer which says, “Innumerable beings brought us this food.  We should know how it comes to us.” 
          Benedictine monk, David Steindl-Rast says that

when you put that [Buddhist prayer] into practice and look at what’s there at your table, on your plate, there is no end to connectedness. In the end, for instance, most people don’t think of it, but in the end, we always eat earth. We eat earth. Not in an abstract way, in a very concrete way. This humus is what we eat, or crystals when we eat salt, it’s pretty obvious that comes out of the earth. That’s earth, directly.  When we eat vegetables, well, the vegetables were nourished by all the nutrients in the earth, and then now we eat them, or the fruits of these plants. If you eat meat or fish, then they were nourished by vegetables, and they were nourished by the earth. Always comes back to earth.[1]

It always comes back to earth.  As the first creation story told us, we are made from ruach, divine breath, and adamah, fertile soil, a community image, a connected image, an interdependent image that says we cannot be human alone. 
          As I read more and more content about food and our relationship with food, I am taken with how even secular authors and advocates sound deeply theological, almost Biblical, as they offer solutions to the world food crisis.  So it is with Anna Lappé and Frances Moore Lappé, authors of the book, Hope’s Edge, when they share the five liberating ideas that will help us find our way.  First, they write, we must cut through the scarcity illusion promoted by industrial agriculture and recognize the abundance that is before us.  Second, we must recognize that portraying humankind as primarily selfish materialists is a sad caricature.  We would have never made it as a species if we did not learn how to share with one another.  Third, we must recognize that our science and technology are tools that should not dominate us.  We must use deep values to dictate how our science and technology shall serve us.  Fourth, we must solve for pattern.  We need to make decisions around food recognizing that all decisions create ripples.  Land, soil, farmers, farmworkers, animals, food, transportation, trade, producers, markets, purchasers are all interrelated.  The best decisions will be made with harmony and grace in mind.  Fifth, the status quo should never be seen as all that is possible.  We can create and transform economies, and many of those economies are already created and being created, that respect nature, culture, and ourselves.[2]
          These last few weeks I have been talking about what we might consider our personal or familial rules for discerning how we shall shop, how we might eat, the relationships we want to build around our tables.  As a Type 2 diabetic and part of a family, I, or we, have some food rules that are important to my health and our life as a family.  1) As a night owl, one of my rules is to never eat any food after 10:00 p.m.  2) Tracy and I go out for breakfast or lunch every Friday as a way of building our fabric as a couple.  3) Tracy has done a tremendous job getting us all around the table for many of our dinner meals.  Barb Gulick wrote in with several of the food rules in their family.  Here are just a few of their rules.  1) The Gulicks shop at a local store that grows the economy, not a chain.  2) They regularly compost fruit and vegetable scraps.  3) And, my favorite, they will eat by candlelight to remind themselves of God’s presence in their lives.   John Smillie shared two of his favorite food rules:  1) the taste, nutrition, and ecological value of the food increases as the distance between food and market decreases; and 2) the footprint of the farmer is the greatest fertilizer.
          Those are all great personal and familial rules.  I am sure many of you can echo those.  But the church is this grand enterprise of what we would do together that might ripple out to our community and the wider world. 
What do we want for our faith community and wider community?  For example, do we want a relationship with the farmer or the farm that produces our food?  What values do we want to be a part of the school lunch program at our school?  If we eat meat, do we care about how the animals are treated in the processing of that food?  And do we want it processed in such a way that it breaks several child labor laws to get it to market?
My journey to understand what might be a new kosher, a new spiritual practice around food, was sealed with my work around a more humane immigration policy.  Over a decade ago, Jewish communities from New York emigrated to a rural Iowa community to begin a kosher meat packing plant, Agriprocessors.   The plant was a boon to the small community of Postville, Iowa, and brought undocumented workers from Guatemala into Postville as well.  PBS did a documentary about Postville, “When Cultures Collide,” describing the interesting intersection of rural Iowans, Guatemalans, and an orthodox Jewish community from the big city.[3] 
Almost eight years ago, the largest federal raid in U.S. history happened in Postville, Iowa, devastating the community and embarrassing many Jewish communities when it was revealed how kosher allowed for the breaking of child labor laws.  Small Guatemalan children were exposed to dangerous equipment.  Small Guatemalan children were exposed to dangerous chemicals.  And, as a reward for this victimization of their children, Guatemalan families were then ripped apart by a federal immigration raid.  In this context, was this really what it meant to be “kosher?”
          When kosher is supposed to be about identity for many Jewish people, how can your own identity be affiliated with what is effectively child abuse?  This led many Jewish congregations to a reconsideration of what is kosher, and to discern new food rules in keeping with their values. 
At Mt. Sinai Temple in Springfield, Massachusetts, the congregation developed new guidelines or values for kosher or kashrut to better “embody” their Judaism.  As I read their community food rules, remember that the apostle Paul considered himself a Jew when he offered the discernment questions for food rules, “What is beneficial to you and the community?  What strengthens community?  What honors God?  What shows you to be practicing your faith using your values so that food or science and technology involved with food does not dominate you?”  See if you think their food rules follow the apostle Paul’s discernment questions.  Mt. Sinai’s food rules include:

§  To consider the environmental impact of the meals and food served at Mt. Sinai Temple
§  To consider the way in which animals that provide our food are treated
§  To consider the health implications of the food eaten
§  Plus the way in which workers who have produced our food have been treated.
§  Concretely speaking, we propose that the congregation assign importance to such issues as the use of minimal packaging for food served
§  Plus the use of local and organic foods where possible. 
§  We propose reducing the amount of disposable materials such as paper and plastic used in the kitchen.  
§  Healthy foods (as defined by those preparing the meal) might also be encouraged at Sinai.
§  Finally, we propose that our congregation consider serving only Fair Trade Coffee plus other foods that can be certified “fair trade.”[4]    
As I read over those food rules for the first time, I thought that those indeed follow the discernment questions offered by the apostle Paul.
          Now some of you may think that all this food talk is crazy.  What does this really have to do with life with God and one another?  Isn’t this just Mike getting political?  Do we really have to think about food for our Christian faith?  Why doesn’t the Outreach Committee rein Mike in and make him stop all this foolishness?  And, finally, I wonder if I should go to Red Lobster or Hardee’s after worship?
          And the answers are:  everything, no, yes, because he’s out of control, and it’s up to you.
          The fact is, we have all kinds of food rules at Billings First Church we practice regularly and intentionally.   And you have heard me trumpet some of these as a way we show ourselves to be a people of courage and hospitality. 

·        We regularly invite homeless guests and visitors to worship to Second Sunday lunches or meals downstairs.

·        Many people make it a point to greet, serve, and dine with those homeless guests and visitors.

·        Every two or three months, our congregation participates in a ministry for homeless families that regularly provides home-cooked meals for one to three homeless families.

·        Primetimers and Winetimers are a way that senior members in our congregation bond and build social fabric.

·        We invite people into our narthex for Art Walk where we greet them with food to convey our hospitality.

·        Members of our congregation regularly provide meals for our Wednesday youth group meetings to share our concern and love for our young people. 

·        Every month our congregation is asked to contribute food for the food pantry and stem the tide of hunger in our community.

·        Our congregation liberally gives of its resources to a discretionary fund that often goes to provide rooms for the homeless but also provides meals for people who are down on their luck. 

Those are just some of the things we do that relate our food ethic, rules, and practices.  Presently, discussion is going on to decide how we shall go from here.  This Lenten season, you are invited to join with people from First English Lutheran Church and Mayflower to be more intentional and mindful in your food practice.  Rev. Stacey and I are trying to do the Daniel Fast throughout this time.  I know some of you are doing that or a variation of that as well.  The guidelines for the Daniel Fast can be found on the back table.    Also found on the back table, is the handout, “40 Days for Food Justice.”  I know Natasha Potratz, the Director of Art and Events at the Downtown Billings Alliance, who has been regularly attending our church over the last few weeks, has been following that handout.   Others are just eating more intentionally and mindfully during this Lent.  
Here are some practical suggestions for being more intentional and mindful yourself during this Lenten season.  You can buy a Community Supported Agriculture share from Kate’s Garden. Kate Rossetto, who serves with me on the Yellowstone Valley Citizen’s Council will show up to offer her CSA on Wednesday, February 24th, during our Wednesday Lenten series at 6:00 p.m. in our Fellowship Hall.  Or maybe, as some food experts recommend to get started, try meatless Mondays through Lent.  Practice meatless Mondays in the same way many Christians used to eat only fish on Fridays through Lent.  Or, finally, decide you will make at least one shopping trip a month away from big box stores or supermarkets to many of the food stores in Billings with alternative values and then extend that shopping to the farmer’s markets when the weather warms. 
For anyone who wishes to participate at any level, purple silicon bracelets with the words “Lenten Mindfulness” are also found at the back of the sanctuary.  I pray it is a way we can join in solidarity with each other and with people from Mayflower and First English Lutheran so that you know you are not alone. 
          I know that for many of you, you are ready for this sermon series to end.  My hope is though, for some of you, this series has given you the perspective and courage to think how your daily practices might be beneficial to your health and the health of our community, how they might strengthen our community, and how they might begin to honor God and this earth God so loves.  I want to end with a quote from a book by Montana native, Liz Carlisle.  Carlisle writes in her book about courageous Montana farmers and the work they are doing, in regenerative farming, the words they use to describe their work—seeds upon seeds upon seeds.  To me, she sounds very much like I Corinthians 12.  Carlisle writes,

But the fact is that biological fertility is more than just a different nutrient management approach.  It's an entirely different way of life--one in which time and space broaden considerably, and the illusion of control falls apart.  Building your soil biologically is not a precise prescription for a particular crop, but a contribution to a larger ecology, subject to independent variables, geologic time, and global biogeochemical cycles.  You will not capture all the value on this farm, in this year.  You cannot individualize your return.  To build biological fertility is to build community--to accept interdependence with other creatures and foster a common benefit.  This way of life cultivates a new kind of awareness, a new empathy.  You have to pay attention beyond this season.  You cannot spray and then forget about it and go to the lake. Planting organic lentils--and all the other crops that go with them--becomes part of who you are, what you are conscious of, how you see the world.  It forces you to listen more deeply, more expansively.  And it softens, to some extent, the borders of the self.  This is the great irony of the lentil underground, or perhaps its secret.  What rugged individualism brought together, only community can sustain.  When I'd ask Casey Bailey to reflect on the biggest lesson he'd learned by bucking the corporate farm industry, he'd paused for a full ten seconds, then answered firmly, "That you can't do it alone."[5] 

You can’t do it alone.  We are made of fertile soil and divine breath, made in the image of God.  We are also the Body of Christ.  One part of the body cannot say to the other I have no need of you.  For God made us interconnected and interdependent.  As we enter this Lenten season, may we walk in this wilderness with an intentionality and mindfulness that begins to remember the ancient practice of kosher in a way that honors God.  And may we do it together knowing we belong to each other and to this good earth God created in love and joy.  Amen.   



[1] “Transcript for David Steindl-Rast:  Anatomy of Gratitude,” OnBeing with Krista Tippett, January 21, 2016.  http://www.onbeing.org/program/david-steindl-rast-anatomy-of-gratitude/transcript/8366#main_content.
[2] Frances Moore Lappé and Anna Lappé, Hope’s Edge:  The Next Diet for a Small Planet (New York:  Penguin, 2002), p. 283.
[3] PBS, “Postville:  When Cultures Collide,” Frontline, http://www.pbs.org/video/2365636566/.
[5] Liz Carlisle, Lentil Underground:  Renegade Farmers and the Future of Food in America (New York:  Penguin Group, 2015), pp. 243-244.  

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