Thursday, December 18, 2008

Turds & the Christ child.


Buy Nothing Day as Advent Activism Against the Demon Mammon
by Shane Claiborne 12-02-2008
As per usual, on Friday, we had all sorts of Buy Nothing Day festivities . But that’s not what I want to talk about. I read recent posts on consumerism and Buy Nothing Day by Eugene Cho and Rachel Anderson here on God’s Politics, and I admire the optimism and nuanced critiques. But this past weekend folks around the world stared in embarrassment, pity, and horror as people killed each other for bargains –- literally.

It seems to warrant a little more reflection.

A 34-year-old Wal-mart worker was trampled to death. A young woman miscarried in the same frenzy. Two folks were shot in the Toys-R-Us. Fights broke out in stores around the country as people stepped on each other to save $40 on a plasma TV.

Some of the media stories simply looked in horror on the crowds, calling them “savages” and such things. But there are much deeper questions we must ask. We must ask questions of class, race, inequality, and the dynamics that create killing stampedes at Wal-marts. And certainly greed may look different inside the Neiman Marcus, but that does not mean it is any less dangerous or evil.

Suddenly the theatrics don’t seem like hyperbole –- the documentaries on the “affluenza epidemic” are not so far-fetched. The antics of theological stuntsters like Rev. Billy preaching about the “Shopocalypse” and casting demons out of Wal-marts don’t seems so over-the-top. It does seem we are up against a demon … Mammon.

We are fighting a battle not simply of flesh and blood. It is a battle of principalities and powers that possess us to do things we would not do in our own flesh -– like kill enemies we don’t know and step on workers we don’t see. We are up against Mammon (the demonic personification of money that Jesus gives a name to). And Mammon has many faces and disguises as we see possessions possess us with the obsession of heroin addiction and occupy us with the fanatacism of demonic occupation.

As you watch video of the stampedes it does seem almost like a mass hysteria, as if possessed by an evil spirit. And yet I find it hard to imagine any of them doing individually the horror they were able to accomplish together. I’m sure you would be hard-fetched to find anyone who would stomp a defenseless 34-year-old man to death, even for a free TV.

I will never forget what happened to a young man in our neighborhood a few Christmases ago. He never meant to be a murderer. A few adolescent friends planned a robbery, which went from bad to worse. As they were in the middle of the robbery, things got messy and guns were pulled, shots were fired, and a police officer was killed. The young man faced the death penalty. At one point someone asked the glaring question that no one dared ask, “Why did you do it?” The young man said, “We just wanted to be able to get presents for our families for the holiday.” That wasn’t the answer folks were expecting. That wasn’t the voice of a killer, but of a son and a father. The reporter had tears in her eyes.

It seems like a good time to say: ENOUGH.

One of the great memories I have from our Buy Nothing Day circus outside the Gallery mall here in Philly was a woman who came up to me and said, “Thank you. I just needed permission to say ENOUGH! – ENOUGH to the frenzied rush to buy stuff for people who already have everything.”

Enough to the myth that happiness must be purchased. Enough to an economy that is awarding CEOs salaries 500 times that of their workers and still manages to seduce people in poverty and wealth alike to give more money to these predatorial corporations. Enough to the American dream that now consumes over 40 percent of the world’s stuff with less than 6 percent of the world’s resources. Enough to a dream that would need four more planets if the world pursued it … a dream the world cannot afford. Enough to the advice of government leaders who fearfully order us to “just keep shopping” after tragedies like September 11 and November 28. ENOUGH. Maybe God has another dream.

I see a church pregnant with new imagination this Advent season.

In the wake of the bloody frenzy in the malls, I saw another news story that was about a church congregation down in North Carolina that had worship services all day long, praying for freedom from the spirit of consumerism and mammon, praying for the end of poverty, and giving people an invitation to do something different the day after thanksgiving. What originally seemed like wild ideas on the fringes, like the Advent Conspiracy, have snowballed into movements that now include thousands of diverse congregations who are committed to “taking the holiday back from the empire” as one of compassion not consumption.

I love the story of one pastor who got fed up with all the decorations and clutter. He began to see that we are in danger of losing the very “reason for the season,” Jesus –- the Jesus that was born in the middle of Herod’s bloody genocide, the Jesus who was born a refugee with no room in the inn, the Jesus who knew suffering from the cradle to the cross. This pastor went through the sanctuary the night before the big Christmas service and spread out manure all over the floor -– nasty, stinky piles of turd. As folks came in the next day in their best attire, he preached … and did he ever. He preached about how the original story of was not about malls and decorations. He preached about a story that was not pretty. He preached about a God who enters the s**t of this world and redeems all that is ugly and broken. It is a story they will never forget. It is the story of our faith.

That is the imagination that we need as we seek not to conform to the patterns of this world. It takes that kind of courage to exorcize the demons of greed that smell more each day like the seven deadly sins. But unto us a child is born … a child who has overcome the world.

Shane Claiborne is a Red Letter Christian and a founding partner of The Simple Way community, a radical faith community that lives among and serves the homeless in the Kensington neighborhood of Philadelphia. He is the co-author, with Chris Haw, of Jesus for President.

Monday, December 15, 2008

welfare redefined




My friend Shanna shared this song with me.
Keith Naylor is a singer she knows from Indiana.

Lyrics to Keith Naylor's Song: Spring Street

"Hey mister do you have a dime?
Do you have a dime?
That’s all I need for my train fare.

I lost my job and my wife’s real sick
And my baby owes more than I can pay

And I smell the scent of Listerine
And the baby steps of a well planned scheme

And I wonder
Oh I wondered why my God is here,
I wondered why he needed a beer in the winter

Hey Jesus with your worn out clothes
And your scattered mind
What you doing on Spring Street?

Of all the people you could be
Do you have to be a disguise so distressing?

So I held out my hand to my new found friend
Side by side we walked to the Crystal

As we talked and as we ate
He forgot his scam and I lost my hate for the winter

I smelled the scent of love unseen
The longing of a heart that clean
And I wondered
I wondered why my God was here,
I wondered how he took my fear
Yes I wondered

Hey Jesus with your worn out clothes
And your scattered mind
What you doing on Spring Street?

Of all the people you could be
Do you have to be a disguise so distressing?

Hey mister do you have the time? Do you have the time?
I think I’m late for my train here
Thank you so much you’ve been more than kind and if you don’t mind
Could you spare me a nickel?

I spelled the scent of Listerine
And I gave the man the last of my change and I wondered

I wondered why my God was here
I wondered why he let me near
Yes I wondered

Hey Jesus with your worn out clothes
and your scattered mind
what you doing on Spring Street?

Of all the people you could be
Do you have to be a disguise so distressing?


I turned and walked away to my car
Met a man I had seen before and he asked me
Hey mister do you have a dime? Do you have a dime?"


Living in the city I am often stuck at the crossroads of questioning people motives .It is always important to have a healthy sense of discernment. Yet, I don't want to have my eyes blinded as I walk through life . Last year I went to a talk by a woman who works for a well known homeless advocacy agency in the twin cities. She advised us to refrain from giving money or food to the homeless carrying signs by the freeway ramps. She said the best thing to do is simply acknowledge their presence rather than awkwardly avoiding eye contact. I still wrestle with that.

Weekly I face the tension of telling an individual "no", or giving them a few dimes or a quarter for their "fare."

I often will never know what an individual might do with a few quarters for a "bus fare." A few months ago an individual was walking up and down our street asking if they could get 75 cents for yard work. They were trying to get enough money for the homeless shelter 30 day stay fee. I gave this person some change and they did a wonderful job raking our yard. Who knows if they used the money for their shelter fee. Yet Jesus asks us to give more than what is asked of us... Call me foolish...

In one of my favorite books of all time " Theirs is the Kingdom-Celebrating the Gospel in Urban America" Robert Lupton writes about welfare being redefined.He writes " Let the 'haves' work in partnership with the 'have nots'. each bringing something of value to contribute. Develop a system of reciprocity that gives poor people the dignity of earning and produces in the giver a sense of indebtedness and gratitude. Let the system be small and manageable so that accountability and integrity can be maintained. Let it be a personable system in which rich and poor touch each other's lives, where their values collide so that both are changed. And when you see pride return to the eyes of the young, and when the affluent offer with appreciation fair compensation for a job well done, you will know that you have created a model of community that is worthy to be called welfare."

The thought of reciprocity doesn't always make sense to me, and it is often difficult. It is often a matter of living the questions.
Their isn't an easy answer.....


I don't believe in handouts...
I believe in advocacy, dignity, justice, and empowering people.
Most of all I value building relationships and truly knowing each other's story.
Yet... often situations don't have a formula or a guidebook... Life in the urban context is filled with the collision of cultures and experiences.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Advent Conspiracy

watch this TWO MINUTE video .......

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVqqj1v-ZBU

and then ponder this:
Americans spend $450 billion annually on Christmas. People are dying from the lack of clean drinking water daily. It's the leading cause of death in under resourced countries. 1.8 million people die every year from water born illnesses. That includes 3,900 children a day
$10 will give one child clean water for life. That's not an estimate. It's a fact. And here's another fact: Solving this water problem once and for all will cost about $10 billion..... http://adventconspiracy.org/