Sunday, December 22, 2013

Let Us Hold in Our Hearts

The poem, "Let Us Now Hold Hands" by Pat Mora has always resonated with me:  It begins:
     

     "Let us now hold hands
     With the Iroquois woman who slipped berries into children’s lips
     While her sisters planted stars with a wooden hoe,
     With the woman who rubbed warm oil into her neighbor’s feet
     When Plymouth’s winter prowled and howled outside their doors...
    … with the woman who parted her parched lips and sang
     for her mother when they staggered onto these shores in chains,
     with the woman who trained her stubborn tongue to wrap
     around that spiny language, English, to place her child in school....."







For this holiday season, I've "tweaked" the sentiment of the poem, and come up with my own version.

This holiday season, let us hold in our hearts...

Let us hold in our hearts the lonely, the quiet ones; they will not ask, but we need to remember to include them.

Let us hold in our hearts the poor and the hungry; let us open our wallets and give generously, to make the winter warmer for everyone.  

Let us hold in our hearts the families of Newtown, who lost so many children and adults in a few horrifying moments last December.  Let us also hold in our hearts the families of the 194 children killed by guns in the past year.  The quiet that replaces that loved child must be unbearable, and the thoughts of that violent death must be maddening.  Let us dedicate ourselves anew to doing all we can to stop gun violence; our children deserve so much more from us.

Let us hold in our hearts the sick.  We may not see it, but any person we encounter may be suffering physically, emotionally, mentally.  Let us remember to be gentle with each other.

Let us hold in our hearts those who are abused and beaten.  May they know love, and find the courage and strength to get help, and may we have the vision and wisdom to reach out and help.  

Let us hold in our hearts the teenagers and young adults, disowned by their families for the "sin" of  being gay or transgender.  Let us open our circles to include them, demonstrating that "Family can be chosen."

Let us hold in our hearts those who are far from families this holiday season.  Let us open our circles to include them too.  

Let us hold in our hearts those we disagree with; for maybe then we ALL can live by the Golden Rule: "Treat others the way you wish to be treated."

Let us hold in our hearts those who have lost a loved one this past year, for the holiday season will be so difficult for them.  Please find a way to reach out, and if needed, cry with them. 

Let us hold in our hearts our legislators; may our kindness and civility show them the way, will be an example to them.

Let us hold in our hearts those parents who are doing the best they can for their families--goodness knows they could use a bit of TLC themselves.  Let us hold in our hearts the single parents especially--may we find a way to give them the gift of worry-free rest.

Let us hold in our hearts each other; let us give each other the gift of human kindness.  It's a gift that will keep on giving all through the year ahead.



Monday, December 16, 2013

I'd Like to Tell You a Story


I'm hoping you can spare a minute to sit with me while I tell you a story.  It's a busy time of year for most, there are a million things that have to be done, and life just gets so complicated....
But this is a good story; a story for the holiday season.
First, a little background.  My daughter, Erika and her fiance, Jonny were supposed to be married in November.  But Jonny is from the UK, and the Visa process is unpredictable and slow, so he actually arrived here three days after their original wedding date.  So a new date was chosen, within the 90 day "window" of his Visa--December 14th.  December?  DECEMBER?  Planning a wedding for any month comes with challenges, but planning a wedding for the winter....in the Midwest....is insane!
But we went ahead and planned.  It was to be a simple affair in a local arts venue, and as the days went by, I began to relax.  We had no measurable snowfall after a freakish October event, and it appeared as if we would be lucky on the 14th.  I watched the Weather Channel every day, and every day the prospect of "niceish" weather got better--cold but no snow!  Until Tuesday....
On Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday, I heard there was a chance of snow...no...1 to 3 inches possible...no...2 to 4 inches maybe....By Thursday night, I was hoping we were going to have the one-inch predicted.
By Friday morning, I was in a panic (it gets my heart rate up to even write this!).  I was pretty sure my mom, traveling with my sister and brother-in-law, could make it before the storm hit, so that was a relief.  But I began to worry about our extended family, coming in from Illinois, Iowa, Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Michigan.
The snowfall amount kept rising with every forecast, as did my anxiety level.  It was clear the snow was coming, so now I had to consider how to deal with it.
How on earth would I deal with it?? 
We had to be at the venue early in the morning.  How was I going to get the driveway shoveled?  Our snow blower was old and unreliable, Karen's back was already bad, we didn't have any teenagers in the neighborhood, and anyone else who possibly could help was already in the wedding.  And what if my already-frail mom needed something urgent in the morning?!   
Full-blown panic!

Then I remembered.  I remembered my new neighbors.  Faith West.  I've written about Faith West before: written about our many differences, our efforts to understand one another, the skepticism of my friends.  I've also written about their promise to be good neighbors--they promised to help their neighbors when needed. 
So, I picked up the phone and called.  I spilled out my story, my need, my anxiety to the lovely young woman who answered the phone and was kind enough to listen to me.  She told me Pastor Josh Greiner had just left for the day.  She said she would try to contact him, but that the next day was a crazy day for them too--a community outreach event AND graduation at Purdue were just two of many things going on during this holiday season.  She took my name, phone number, and said she would pray for a good outcome for us.
Within 30 minutes, Pastor Greiner returned my call.  He listened to me, listened to my by-now-hysterical babbling, and then he asked questions.  Asked about the wedding.  Asked where exactly we lived.
And then?  And then he asked what time his crew should show up.

He asked what time they should be there.  For me.  And my family.   

The next morning at 7:30, our walks, driveway, and cars were cleared of snow.  Cleared by my neighbors of Faith West.  Cleared by people who do not know me, who perhaps cannot be further from me on most issues.... 
But there's more to this story.  You see, it kept snowing until early evening.  As we left the wedding reception, it occurred to me that, even though I was utterly exhausted, I would need to hurry home to shovel the driveway and walks so my relatives could safely get to our front door.  As we drove into our driveway, I had to stop.  Stop and cry.  Because my neighbors had returned, to shovel everything again.  A second time.

Thank you for taking time to read this.  It's a great story; one I will repeat over and over.  A story for the holiday season, and a story worth remembering always.  Because at a time when our world seems to be constantly at war, and people are killing each other "because", and at a time when our elected officials can't agree on anything, so nothing is getting done, and at a time in our state when one of THE most divisive issues we will ever face (in the form of a Constitutional Amendment) will surely pit neighbor against neighbor, and at a time when incivility rules instead of "Treat others the way you wish to be treated", I reached out to ask a neighbor for help.

And my neighbor said, "Yes." 

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Eleven Gratitudes

Eleven gratitudes, because Shannon gave me the number eleven.

  1. Today, and every day, I am overjoyed Karen is in my life.  I'm grateful she decided to move here, and that she's stayed.  She loves me, lifts me up, and I don't know what I'd do without her love and support.  I especially love her evil side and her wicked sense of humor that makes me laugh so hard.
  2. I am thankful for my children and the great people they have become--healthy, happy, caring adults.  It might sound strange to be thankful for this, but really there are no guarantees in this life.  Despite your best efforts, sometimes you lose your children--to drugs, to illness, to simple misunderstandings, or gross misfortune.  Yes, I am very grateful, for I know I had so little to do with it.  
  3. I am grateful I have an extended family, and enjoy our good relationships.  I love their love and support, and feel it no matter how far away we are, and no matter how long it's been between visits.  I am also grateful for my family of choice--those wonderful friends who give so much to me every day--who make me laugh, who make me think, who like to sit on my porch, who find ways to "touch" me daily on Facebook.  
  4. I am thankful every day for the medicine and the doctors and nurses who keep me well--they keep my asthma and allergies under control, and my lungs functioning.  Today, I am especially grateful for the nurses and doctors who are working on this holiday, and are helping my Mom get stronger, so she can leave the hospital as soon as possible.
  5. I am thankful every single day that my mom is still here, and that soon she will be here to help us celebrate the wedding of Erika and Jonny, and Cookie Weekend!  My Mom is a gift I never take for granted.
  6. I am thankful I have a job.  I am also thankful that my job does not entail cleaning snake cages.
  7. I am grateful for books, and for the ability to read.  Especially for the ability to read Dr. Seuss and Anna Quindlen. 
  8. I am thankful for having enough--enough food, enough for a house, a car, and enough so that I can travel with Karen, and enjoy an occasional beer with friends.  
  9. I am grateful to live in a country where I am free to "critique" our leaders, our laws, our political system, and where I am not harmed for trying to make our community a better place for everyone
  10. I am thankful I have the ability to taste, touch, smell, see, hear, and understand things.  I am also thankful for having the ability to speak my mind (although others may not be as thankful for that!).  
  11. I am grateful for water, because I like to shower, swim, and someday I may snorkel again...  

Thursday, November 21, 2013

The Road


First of all, I just want to say that I'm glad I do not have to travel my road all alone--I am joined by the wonderful woman, Karen.  The road twists and turns, but we seem to travel it well together. When it gets too dark on the road, Karen keeps me going.
Last week, I had a no-good-very-very-bad day.  A really dark one.  It happened in moments, just after I signed on to the internet in the morning.  Opened Facebook to see this comment on a video about racism that I shared:  "This is BS."  I felt like I had been socked in the gut.  Then I opened the comment section to this article.
Through tears, I wrote this in the Comment section of the article:  "Today, I just can't do it. Only a couple hours into it, and I've already had my fill of people being mean to other human beings for no good reason at all. Call it racism, homophobia, or just being so full of vitriol that it spews all over everyone else, I'm sick of it.
Unless you are a rich, white, heterosexual man, at some point in your life you have been discriminated against. And it's the worst feeling in the world. Think back to that time, and then ask yourself: would putting this amendment INTO the Indiana State Constitution make this world a better one? Or would it just tell our children, and our children's children, that yes, it IS all right to discriminate.
And, in telling them that, I hope you are ready to live with the consequences. Because next, they may come after YOU, and "your kind
"."  I wrote a similar post on my Facebook wall. 
At that moment, I felt I had no more to give.  I had taken the "high road", had tried to treat others as I  want to be treated, and in return, I had been yelled at, had been accused of  not really understanding "X Y and Z" because I hadn't really had "a life" (boy, was that an assumption!), and felt the pity of so many people for my "gross naivete". 
With one arm, I held back the dark thoughts, and with the other, I got ready for work.  And something really good happened--one person, then another, and another...said something positive to me.  Just little things--one person even made me laugh out loud.  And then there was Karen, with her words of support.  Love.  Tears.  Laughter.  Life. 

I've thought a lot about that day, and the subsequent days... 
I'm afraid.  I'm afraid that the exact same things that happened that day will happen again.  In fact, I am certain they will.  We are all flawed beings, with prejudices and opinions, short tempers and difficult lives.  We lash out at those we love, and those we hate--often with the same vehemence.
But I want it to stop.  I want it to stop NOW. 
Why?  Because we owe it to the future.  Perhaps we even owe it to the past--to good people who died before they could do everything they could to make this a better world. 
Because we NEED to stop it now; we NEED to make this world--the only world we have--a better place for each other.

Because....no matter what else happens in life, we have one certainty--we are going to die. 
And, we don't know what will happen after we die.  Oh sure everyone--from the Pope to the Dalai Lama, from the street corner preacher to the head of the local mosque--will try to paint you a lovely picture of the Afterlife, but nobody really knows what's going to happen after we die.  Could be there's more, but again, no guarantees.
What we have left is this--this moment we are now living.  And, as every motivational speaker will tell you, this moment is the one we need to make the most of.  We all need to do all we can to make THIS world, in THIS moment, a better place.  We need to forget about what "that other person" is doing, and do what we know is the right thing.  And, we need to be honest with ourselves, need to question if what we are doing to another person is fair, just, and loving.
We've all been told, from a young age, to remember the Golden Rule: "You should treat others the way you would like to be treated.".  It's a rule, but also a spoken hope, passed from generation to generation, across cultures.  It's almost a universal "agreement":  When you walk on this earth, treat others the way you want to be treated.  Not because of some reward that comes after you die, but because it's the right thing to do

Most of us have experienced the tragedy of someone dying "way too soon".  The person was two months old, two years old, 50 years old--but they died way before their "time". I've had friends who have died too soon.  When one friend in particular died, I told myself I would try very hard to be as good a person as she was.  I wanted to try to live my life so that at the end, I would know I did right by the people in my life, and did the very best I could for the people who lived in my neighborhood, community, state, country, and world.  A tall order, and I have often failed.  But as I get older, I find myself trying harder.

In conclusion, I have a couple of declarations:
  1. Thou shalt not "flame" on my Facebook wall.  If you make an inflammatory comment, I will hunt you down and make you talk to me until we reach some understanding.
  2. Thou shalt NOT, if thou is Caucasian, declare racism is "over".  You cannot decide that if you are a white person.  I'm saying this nicely now, but the next time I have to say it, I will not be as polite.
  3.  We shalt try to communicate and understand each other.  It's harder to hate someone if you know them.
  4. Thou shalt not presume.  If you don't know absolutely all there is to know about someone, how about asking them, rather than assuming you know all about their lives.
  5. Thou shalt be thanked for being my friend.  I love you.  Thank you for putting up with me.

Friday, November 15, 2013

I HAVE to Share This Facebook Update


"After leaving the gym I decided to swing by the bank. As im approaching the ATM booth I noticed an elderly white lady using the machine. With all the crime in lakeview (although you can only enter with a valid bank card) I decided not to enter and give the lady ample amount of space. After about 4 mins I choose to enter the booth seeing as I was soaked and didnt want to catch a cold. I stepped to the far back corner of the ATM (again to give the lady ample amount of room and privacy) As i lifted my head I noticed the older lady shaking, out of what I assumed was fear. So, as im about to write a snark FB update the lady turns around with tears running down her face. She walks over to me and says "Im sorry" I didnt understand so I asked what for? she replied with "i'm sorry that racism is still a thing, Im sorry that you feel like you need to stand in the cold because of a cold world." and then she said something that blew my mind..... She goes on to say " I'm not afraid of you. Im sorry that you have to be subconsciously afraid of me in this ATM booth and in this world. I wiped away her tears and literally embraced this woman like I had known her for years.

Humble Pie.
Holy shit Universe,
Well played."

Saturday, November 2, 2013

My Week in Words


 This week was an interesting one.  On Tuesday afternoon, a friend, via Facebook, told me Steve Viars, pastor of Faith Church, had written a Guest Column for the local newspaper.  I clicked on the link and started reading.  When I finished, I felt like someone had come up behind me and tripped me, and as I fell, was gleefully shouting, "I TOLD YOU SO!!!"

[If you haven't already read Pastor Viars' column, it's at the end of this post, in italics.]

I knew I wanted--no, needed--to respond, so when I got home that night, I started gathering my facts.  The emotional response would come later; first I needed some facts.  Karen offered to help, and so we sat side by side, each willing our laptops to find the information we needed.  At the end of the night, I had a 675+ word response, and I hoped our local paper would see fit to print it (or at least post it on-line).

[If you haven't already read my response, it's at the end of this post, below Paster Viars' column.]

The next day, the Opinions editor contacted me, and I was pleased to hear they would be publishing both columns in the paper--his on Thursday, mine on Friday.  My response went up on-line that afternoon.
I knew then it was time to e-mail Pastor Viars a copy of my response, and ask if the offer for coffee was still on (he had offered, a while ago, to buy me coffee when Cafe Literato opened at Faith West).  I was glad when he wrote back promptly with an offer to meet on Friday afternoon.  And then I was nervous.  Very nervous--what would I say?  All I wanted to do was understand, but how could I first prove to him that we were far more alike than we were different?  And how could I communicate my thoughts and feelings?  I felt I had been double-crossed; I felt all the naysayers were right, and I heard the words, "I told you so!" loud and clear.  
We talked.  For a long time.  We connected as two people often do when they sit down to have coffee.  We listened to each other.  I told him how I felt:  how I had never taken a stand (in publicly supporting Faith West) that was so unpopular with people I care about, and what it took for me to defend my position.  I told him that his choice of words and images made it hard for people I know to listen and understand what he was trying to say--his message got lost.  Then I listened.  And I tried to understand.  We questioned each other.  And we responded honestly to each other.      
Was it a perfect conversation?  No.  But it was good and it was useful.
And it added a couple of bricks to the bridge of understanding.

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Here's what Pastor Viars recently wrote as a Guest Column for our local newspaper:



Lowell Kane, the director of the Purdue Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender and Queer Center, was proud to bring Gene Robinson, the “openly gay retired bishop” to speak to Purdue this past weekend. Supported by several organizations, including the Rev. Peter Bunder’s Church of the Good Shepherd, Kane said the purpose was to “engage the campus in conversation around all sorts of identity issues and develop the university as what we call the marketplace of ideas.”
I fully support free speech in our community. Healthy discussion and deliberation is always a good thing, especially in a university town. And I was not surprised to hear Robinson say that “undoubtedly, we’ll talk about gay marriage.” Here in Indiana, like it or not, that topic is going to be frequently discussed in the coming months as our legislators and possibly even voters determine what we believe should constitute legal marriage in our state.
My question for folks like Kane, Robinson and Bunder is: Why are they being so narrow in their focus? Isn’t limiting their efforts to those who are lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and queer rather intolerant of others who wish to have their relationships celebrated and defined as marriage as well?
Consider last Saturday’s article by CNN’s Emanuella Grinberg, “Polyamory: When Three Isn’t a Crowd.” She says, “Revelers in the rainbow-washed crowd smiled and cheered this month as the little blond girl in the parade float pageant waved to the B-52’s ‘Love Shack.’ Next to the float, the girl’s father, Billy Holder, handed out fliers to the Atlanta Pride Parade crowd. His wife, Melissa, carried a banner along with Jeremy Mullins, the couple’s partner.”
Seriously — you can’t make this stuff up. Lest anyone wonder what polyamory is, the “family’s” banner actually provided the definition; “Polyamory: having simultaneous close emotional relationships with two or more other individuals.” Grinberg makes an important observation about the group when she says, “It’s not just a fling or a phrase for them. It’s an identity.”
Robinson made the same point when he said, “I really felt like God was calling me to be true to myself — to come out and be an example.” There’s an ethical standard for the ages — just be true to yourself.
But that is precisely where we are as a culture. One person in Grinberg’s article said, “We want to promote the idea that any relationship is valid as long as it is made by consenting adults. In this regard, as in most things, promoting public acceptance is the first step.” Exactly, because after all, don’t we have to celebrate all forms of diversity?
So here’s my question for Lowell, Gene and Peter: Is polyamory right or wrong? If a group of five polyamorists wanted to have a family because that is their perceived identity, should that desire be celebrated? And if they wanted to be married, should Indiana law allow them to be? Progressives used to say I was baiting them when I posed that question, chiding me that such a possibility would never occur. Welcome to the chicken that has come home to roost.
The ultimate question here is one of epistemology. How does a person or a culture or anything in-between determine what is right and wrong? Clearly pastors like Robinson and Bunder have abandoned Scripture as their source of moral authority. Robinson, described as “the world’s leading religious spokesperson for gay rights,” says that “religion should not be forcing its values on the secular culture.” Bunder in his capacity as a West Lafayette City Council member has openly condemned me and our church’s biblical view of human sexuality in city council meetings.
In his talk Sunday evening at Purdue, Robinson explained that “the so-called simple reading of Scripture is an illusion,” and that “I believe the Bible is the word of God, but I don’t believe the Bible is the words of God.” That’s liberal-speak for, it’s OK to make it up as we go along so that every man can do what is right in his own eyes.
Pastors and churches have the freedom in our country to ignore or change whatever Scripture they no longer wish to believe and practice. As a Baptist, I believe strongly in the principles of religious liberty and the separation of church and state. But then people like Lowell, Gene, and Peter need to explain to the community how individuals or a state are ever supposed to determine moral standards. Is every idea any human being could possibly conjure up one that must be celebrated and applauded? Do they support polyamory? Why or why not? By what objective standard?
If the best these community leaders have to offer is, “just be true to yourself,” they need to face an important sociological trend. That is exactly what the polyamorists say — as they ride on the parade float with the little blonde girl. God help us.

And here's my response to his Guest Column:



I read Pastor Steve Viars latest guest column with interest and dismay.  And confusion. 
I am not an expert on religion, nor am I an expert on much of anything, but I do read a lot, and I listen.  I try to understand, and I look for facts.
Here are some facts:  from almost the beginning of time, people have “pair bonded”, to provide stability in child-rearing and organization for the larger group.   One man and one woman were together for purposes of pro-creation, and then it behooved them to stay together to protect their offspring and the larger group from predators.  Over time, people signed a legal document of “marriage” in an effort to form alliances, to produce legitimate heirs, or for purely economic reasons.   But over the centuries, societies have recognized all sorts of definitions of a “family group”.  People who have read the Bible will remember that a one man, one woman relationship was not always the case; for instance, King Solomon had 500 wives.   
In western cultures, the Christian religion did not get involved in defining or even “blessing” marriages until the fifth century AD, and it was not until the 13th century that the Catholic Church declared marriage to be a Holy Sacrament, thus needing to be a ceremony involving a priest, and also involving only one man and one woman. 
In the United States, it’s been left up to individual states to define the legal contract of marriage—a contract recognized by the government for taxation purposes, division of property, and for determining responsibility for minor children.  Every state has a minimum age for marriage, most have guidelines on marriages between first or second cousins.  Some states declare legal marriage to be between “one man and one woman”, whereas others allow marriage between two consenting adults.   Each state issues the legal document to qualified couples, and then it’s entirely up to the couple whether their already-recognized union is blessed by a church.  No matter what else each individual state espouses, we all agree:  committed relationships between two people are the “gold standard”.  Is it any surprise to discover that most of us want this very thing; to have the state “bless” our commitment to another person?
Yes, I do believe Lowell Kane, Peter Bunder, and Gene Robinson were offering the absolute “best advice”, which according to Viars is, “Just be true to yourself.”  Please DO put yourself under your own “microscope” and take a good look.  Are you really the person you know yourself to be?  Are you doing the very best you can for you, your family, your friends, your community, our world? 
Are you following the “rules” of life, given to all of us at such an early age?  You know:  treat others the way you want to be treated, don’t hit other people, look after your elders, give to the poor, take care of animals, pick up after yourself, protect the environment.  Many great teachers and religious figures have said it, but it bears repeating:  “Love one another.”
Perhaps Steve Viars missed this Gene Robinson quote:  “God calls all of his children to the table.  We can disagree and even say a lot of hateful things, but what we can’t do in good conscience is leave the table.  Or demand that someone else not be at the table.”   As I read Viars’ words in the Journal and Courier, all I could think was, “A phone call or two, an  invitation for coffee, and maybe he, Lowell Kane, Peter Bunder, and Gene Robinson could have reached some common understanding.”
A little over a year ago, I spoke publicly about a “Bridge of Understanding” that I was trying to build.  As a liberal person, I was excited about my “Bridge” and the fact that there would be no “Exit Ramps” for those I might disagree with.  
As long as you followed the Golden Rule, I hoped to see you on my bridge.  I still have hope; two steps forward, one step back—we’ll eventually meet in the middle.