Do More Than Pray

I have to 'do more than pray' as our nation considers a military strike in Syria.  I admit that I do not have any clear idea what the right or best answer is to the question of whether we should or should not strike now.  I also want readers to know I was an activist against the Vietnam War and was opposed to the Iraq and Afghanistan conflicts.

So this is another time I have to do more than pray.  I have to ask myself hard questions: when more than 100,000 people have been killed by all sides in Syria what is the sense of us drawing a 'red line'?  While we are drawing this line what about any 'red line' for the ongoing violent conflicts in Africa that continue to take innocent lives? How much 'military aid' are we already providing to the rebels?  Since there seems to be many 'shades' of rebel (some like us, some do not) what happens if there is a regime change?  As a nation, what other options have we really considered? And the questions go on.

My United Methodist denomination has called for a 'day of prayer' for the people of Syria.  I'm good with that but I have to do more than pray.  I have to educate myself, question policy statements, challenge any pronouncement that seems to invoke 'we got it right this time', share my views with others, including my congressional leaders.  Finally, I wonder if there is wisdom in the American vision of exporting our form of democracy to Syria or  other Middle Eastern nations?  I have seen the clothing in stores that says 'one size fits all.'  That doesn't work for me and I am not convinced it works for the world.

However you feel and whatever side you find yourself on in this crucial decision all I asking is suggesting is 'do more than pray.'

"An Idea That Divides"

There is a line in the book Norwegian Dawn that reached from the page to touch my heart.  And it stirred recognition of a temptation for me to believe in an idea that divides.  The line is simple: "All were safe because of what they were not."  In the novel it is the memory of not being a Jew as Jews were taken from one European city after another, millions to their death.

It is the idea that we can be safe because of what we are not that grabbed me.  Medicaid cutbacks threaten medical care for some of us in Indiana.  I am safe because I am not on Medicaid.  Thousands of children in our state depend on food programs during the summer and school year for enough food to eat.  I am safe because my children are grown and my grandchildren do not have to depend on a food program.

Treatment programs, treatment options, and positive care for those struggling with mental illness are constantly under pressure to be cut.  I am safe because I am not mentally ill-at least not so that it interferes with how I live.  I watched a young boy serve as translator for his mother as she arrived at a doctor's office.  I am safe because I speak English and it is easy to communicate. 

I was sharing my travel stories with a woman from Indianapolis. She does not travel much, if at all, outside the US because it is not safe for her and her partner.  Whether it is in Europe, the Middle East, and much of Africa being gay can be dangerous.  I travel more easily because I am not gay.  The struggle for immigration reform leaves many uneasy-will they be stopped by police...will their children born here be able to stay even if they have to leave...will people give them a chance.  I am safe because I am not living in that net.

As long as I believe in this idea I am divided from others and what happens to them.  Yet I am not safe!  I am not safe as long as one other person suffers at the hands of others.  I am not safe whenever and wherever discrimination is allowed to mess with people's lives.  I am not safe if voices of hatred keep calling us to be divided from others.

I believe all of us are children of God-FAMILY!  And when anyone in my family is not safe...I AM NOT SAFE!  Unity, standing with each other-even if I am not like them-is the call of God I hear every day.  I will not truly be safe until everyone is safe.

Time to Retire?

Her words apparently struck a hidden nerve inside me.  "I thought you were retired?"  Bishop Coyner 'appointed' me to retirement June 11, 2011.  I know I stepped out of the pulpit on June 12, 2011.  I know my pastoral paycheck stopped June 30, 2011.  It appears I retired. My schedule, church related and travel ministry related, suggest otherwise.  As another friend said, "You aren't retiring.  You are moving to a global ministry."

"Retire"= "to withdraw from one's position or occupation".  In terms of pay I am retired but...I still find myself doing pastoral roles and liking it.  I enjoy leading bible study groups and recently concluded a a 6 week study.  I enjoy doing children's messages one Sunday a month.  I enjoyed preaching the Sunday after Easter.  I enjoy counseling and have recently made myself available in several circumstances.  Does this seem to you that I have 'retired' from my occupation?

I am wrestling with this.  I am wondering if it is time for me to conclude those 'roles' of pastoral ministry.  I missed church this morning...I did not miss church  this morning!  I was wrapped beneath a comforter curled up on a couch listening to birds sing me awake in Evansville.  I heard a whispered voice asking about "Pa Pa".  It was wonderful to be free on a Sunday.

The 4 hour drive home this afternoon gave me time to reflect.  Maybe it is time to choose 'to be free' from all aspects of my vocation, my career, my pastoral ministry.  Maybe it is time to be Norm, wrapping up "Pastor" once and for all.  Just now I recalled I have agreed to be Pastor Norm for a wedding this summer-a wedding that has special meaning and joy for me. I am looking forward to being with the engaged couple this weekend to begin putting the plans together. Perhaps this wedding can be, could be, should be Pastor Norm's curtain call.

I am feeling a longing to lose myself in helping others as Norm.  I am attracted to the possibility of quietly helping in simple ways.  Yet a part of me whispers "you were called".  A part of me keeps pointing out the needs of others.  Springtime speaks of new life and new beginnings-I am wondering if this is the next 'springtime' in my life journey.   

A Summer's Day

For maybe the 1,000th time I ran up the hill to the Reno School playground.  The leather glove on my left hand slapped against my thigh.  My eyes were bright with hope as I jumped from Oak Street onto the worn path in the grass. The infield was a collection of rocks that turned every ground ball into a pinball game as spinning balls bounced crazily leaving bruises.  Base paths were marked only by flat, canvas bags that once were white cornerstones directing runners around the diamond.  The outfield had no fence and well hit balls could roll and roll.  Yet it was our field of dreams.

There they were-the older boys tossing a baseball and kicking at stones.  Two were chosen to pick players for the game that day.  Hand on top of hand gripped the wooden bat until one grasped the knob between finger and thumb.  The choosing began...Kenny, Jerry, Bogan, John.  Nervously I watched and listened for my name to be called.  I was one of the youngest standing there AND one of the shortest.  Many times I was left to sit in the prickly grass on the bank hoping someone had to leave and I could take their place.

One summer's day I heard my name called.  I was picked, chosen, wanted for a team!  What more could a guy want than to be out there playing with the big guys? Could life get any better?  My position was pitcher or, on our field, the target.  I wound up, imagining my fastball would soon smack in the catcher's glove.  I released the ball, heard the crack of ball meeting bat, felt a sharp pain near my temple, and fell to the ground. 

I lay collapsed on the ground, a roaring in my ears.  Where was I?  Who was I?  Blinking my eyes with the speed of hummingbird wings I saw blurs above me, someone calling my name from a far away place.  Then I snapped back to reality.  This wasn't what I had in mind when I ran up that hill!

Since that day I have run towards other fields of dreams.  Sometimes getting on those fields brought pain and experiences I had not intended.  I have had moments when I never saw it coming and found myself in a hurting place.  Sometimes life doesn't turn out the way we had it in mind.  If we are fortunate, we will have  others standing close by, checking to see if we are okay.  With the encouragement of our friends we snap back, see the reality, dust ourselves off and ask for the ball.

"Who's Your Values"

I begin with a disclaimer.  I am an old white guy.  I am a retired pastor. I am searching my life on Holy Thursday.  I am not a native born 'Hoosier'.  Any or all of these descriptions of who I am flavor how I look at life.  Having said that I would like to share some thoughts in response to a political comment in the morning paper.  An elected Indiana statehouse legislator was speaking about a controversial bill moving through the statehouse.  In defending his position he commented that his view 'reflected Hoosier values.'  He also noted we are a conservative state.  I agree that we are a conservative state.  However I want to reflect on 'Hoosier values'.

As a state we are wrestling with a number of very controversial issues.  Reading Face Book posts last night I noted heated comments on both sides of a number of issues.  Is there a 'Hoosier value' for each issue and, if so, should it be the primary guide in our position?  The past two days has seen supporters of equal rights for gay couples and for the right to marry use an 'equal sign on a red background'.  It left some folks feeling threatened and seeing RED.

A legislative bill being considered can have serious effects on what many see as a woman's right about her body.  The issue of abortion and legislation to sharply limit abortion in Indiana has some folks feeling threatened and seeing RED.

The challenge to states of how to implement the Affordable Health Care Act has many people seeing RED.  Our governor appears to believe the existing state assistance program can effectively care for many people now on Medicaid.  This has left some folks feeling threatened and seeing RED.

First, I am not certain what all constitutes a 'Hoosier value'.  Is participation in faith communities a
Hoosier value?'  Surveys continue to suggest that somewhere between 1 in 4 and 1 in 3 Hoosiers do not actively participate in a faith community.  Yet 'faith' is a clarion call in most of these issues.  Is care for the most vulnerable a Hoosier value? Having a daughter who is on disability leaves me wondering.  The administration, paperwork, ineffective communication, and layers of contact has to be overwhelming individuals who need assistance.  While she has the benefit of Medicare what is going to happen to those needing assistance who will not meet existing guidelines under our current Indiana health plan?

Second, I have a son who is bright, caring, community involved, and gay.  Right now, his partner has virtually no rights enjoyed by my wife and I in terms of caring for each other.  Hospitalization, shared bank accounts, death deny them the opportunity to be fully involved when one of them is most vulnerable.  I want for them the same rights I enjoy in a committed relationship. In terms of the right to marry I believe they ask for a civil right to marry.  As a pastor I do not see this as forcing me or any congregation to marry a gay couple.  There is a difference between religious and civil weddings.

Third, I appreciate and respect views on all sides of the abortion debate.  There is nothing easy when you talk about matters of life and death.  I wonder, as an old white guy, how much I fully understand the call for women to have control over their own bodies.  I am not in favor of abortion to have abortion.  I am in favor of understanding that, at times, abortion may be the right answer for someone.  I am concerned by what I see as repressive, politically driven legislation that could deny an abortion when it is the best of hard choices.

Finally, however you stand on any of the above issues is it possible that 'Hoosier values' may not always be the ultimate guide on our response? At times, those who seek to follow the God of all people must risk for the sake of all people.  History has shown that what appears to be common, community values is not always the faith response.  As I struggle with these issues I take some very good and some confusing 'Hoosier values' and put them against "Who's Your Values".  What does God ask of us? "You have already been told what is right and what Yahweh wants of you.  Only this, to do what is right, to love loyalty, and to walk humbly with your God." (Micah 6:80. "You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, and with all your mind, and your neighbor as yourself." (Luke 10:27).

Wandering August

Like the lightning flashes in the corner of my right eye glimpses of August wander through my mind.  I was in Grinnell, Iowa this week.  I began a new friendship and was introduced to the Iowa Chop.  That pork chop would fill Paul Bunyan!  Flying at subsonic speed in my Subaru using my cloaking device (Star Trek geek reference) I avoided the blue and red light specials busy pulling over less fortunate drivers.  Mile after mile of gently rolling hills offered me glimpses of tasseled corn and green soybean plants.  While I could not see them I knew some of God's people were living just off the concrete ribbon that carries me past them too fast.

Back home I walk in the cool morning (finally) after a night's storm that dumped buckets of rain on my brown, dormant lawn.  Scattered blades of green already appear, a lawn awakening perhaps, one blade at a time-kind of like I opened my eyes this morning.  Neighbors who faithfully watered their lawns all summer will smile tonight as they see that hint of green in my lawn.

Office curtains brush against my desk and fall back to the window sill like gentle waves lapping against a beach.  Gray and black clouds hint at another rain and then cut loose without warning.  Water spotted paper is pushed aside as I scramble to close the window I don't want to close.  Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain!  Outside a gang of children are caught in the downpour, soccer game and time on a swing is left behind.  Barefoot, riding a bike, balancing a ball, yelling that leaves an echo in my ears as they race for home.  "It's just water" I want to say but I probably would run too.

I had felt the shriveling of my soul like the brown stalks of corn in this summer's heat.  Amazing what a little rain and cool breezes can do to 'green up' life again.  I do believe I see a glimpse green pushing out of the brown, dormant soul I was living with just last week.

Might Have Been

Most of us have those 'might have been' moments.  Disappointed in where we find ourselves; depressed at the future we seem to see; sensing lost opportunities-whatever it is, the moment seems to come when we are down on our life.

What might have been if I had not been so shy around that high school girl?  What might have been if I had pursued acting?  What might have been if I had taken the other church?  Whatever it is for me or you, we mentally play out a scenario that seems to be better than what we have.  We tend to focus only on a positive what might have been.  The danger is we grow even more disillusioned about the 'what is' of our lives.

Think about some of those less than great moments in our lives.  What might have been if I had not survived with only scratches from rolling our family car three times?  What might have been if I had suffered a concussion or worse when I fell and my head bounced on the concrete porch in Warsaw?  What might have been if our van full of youth had not been running late in the Carolinas and we arrived near the interstate bridge just after a fiery crash?

Might have been could go either way.  When I find myself drawn to such moments I reflect on the what is because of the path and choices my life has taken.  I have a woman who has shared my life and has spent most of her adult life living too far from her family yet she loves me still.  I have 5 or 6 children (depending on how you count children) who have grown to be interesting adults.  I am filled with pride at how they handle the best and worst moments in their lives.  If I could only remember their names!

I have seven incredible grandchildren who call me grandpa, papa, and pa.  They can't seem to agree on what to call me, except when I won't do what they want!  Each one has given me moments of laughter and wonder and shared love.  I have a lifelong circle of friends who love me even if they don't always understand me.  With all of this why dip into what might have been?

My hunch is we miss appreciating what we have done and, more importantly, who we have been to others by dwelling on the might have been.  My hunch is you have touched lives in ways you never imagined and may never know because of the path you have taken.  I don't know what might have been but it is hard to imagine how it could beat the what is of my life shared with so many wonderful individuals who have blessed and bless my life today.