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/

Saturday, November 29, 2008

2nd annual community Thanksgiving.



Give us this day our daily bread...





On Wednesday evening the Oakland house had many reasons to give thanks...
We had our second annual community Thanksgiving with 30 people seated around the dinner table.

So many beautiful people filled our home on November 26... People of all ages and backgrounds surrounded the dinner table. Life stories were exchanged, kids filled the house with laughter, and every one had bellies full of Thanksgiving goodness.





It shouldn't take a holiday in November to make us grateful for the community that surrounds us each day. Our home is a place that always has tea in stock for Sherry to sit at our kitchen table and talk. Our home has games, books, and movies for kids who stop by. Most of all it is a place where life should always be shared, and people's voices heard... Our hope is that this small place in a large world would be a haven for whoever may walk inside any day of the year....






p.s. Thank you YouthWorks! for being so gracious to provide the majority of the food on Wednesday evening.

Monday, November 17, 2008

laundry & liberation.



“Who indeed knows the secret of the earthly pigrimage? Who indeed knows why there can be comfort in a world of desolation? Now God be thanked that there is a beloved one who can lift up the heart in suffering, that one can play with a child in the face of such misery. Now God be thanked that the name of a hill is such music, that the name of a river can heal. Aye, even the name of a river that runs no more.
Who indeed knows the secret of the earthly pilgrimage? Who knows what keeps us living and struggling, while all things break about us? Who knows why the warm flesh of a child is such a comfort, when one’s own child is lost and cannot be recovered? Wise men write books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom. Oh God, my God, do not Thou forsake me. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, if Thou art with me….– Alan Paton (Cry, The Beloved Country)

I was in the basement doing laundry the other day. My 17 year old neighbor came down to the basement to check if I was done using the washing machine. We ended up talking for quite awhile. She is 32 weeks pregnant, expecting her second child. shared with me how she woud have never imagined her life ending up like this. She told me she hopes her brother who is a freshmen in High School doesn't make the same choices she has. This young woman still has dreams, and she wants to go to college. She puts her 1 1/2 year old daughter to bed each night, stays up to do her homework in a 3 bedroom apartment among 7 other family members.

I've heard countless stories all unique... It is hard to wrap my head around so many of them. Often, I cannot.. I can't take the pain away, I cannot fix the lives of those around me. I can only pray, and acknowledge that my liberation is bround up with theirs...

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Prayer for election day.


Jim Wallis of Sojourners wrote this... Powerful stuff...

On the eve of this historic election, let us pause for a moment of thanks. We should thank God for the men and women who committed themselves to establish a new nation, in which voting was possible. We should thank God for the courage of the women of the Suffrage movement who pioneered the path to the 19th Amendment and ensured women the right to vote. We should thank God for those who risked and sacrificed their lives to pass the Voting Rights Act of 1965 to allow all our citizens, regardless of the color of their skin, to vote.
We also pray for forgiveness because there are still some in our country whose votes are not allowed to be cast or counted, even in recent elections. We pray for protection of all the voters and the votes of this election.
We pray for the candidates, their family and their staff—who have worked tirelessly to offer the country the vision of the future

they deeply believe in. Give them rest and a sense of peace, no matter what the outcome of the election. We pray for all the citizen volunteers who have made democracy better by their work on this election campaign.
We pray most of all against a spirit of fear. The scriptures say that “God has not given us a spirit of fear but a spirit of love, a spirit of power and a strong mind.” Help us to remember the words of our Lord Jesus, who reminds us that love casts out fear and to be not afraid. If the Scriptures say, “Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil,” certainly we can make it through election day. No matter how we vote, let us vote more for the visions, ideas, and candidates that best represent our best values rather than voting against candidates simply because of the negative and often manipulative things that others have said about them.
As a people of faith, we do not find in our scripture, we can not locate in any sacred text, a mandate to support a particular candidate for president or vote for a particular political party during this election. While the scriptures may not say what box we should check on election day, we must strive to be clear about the priorities of the kingdom of God and how we can best impact the common good. Voting is one part of the prophet’s instruction to “Seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you, and pray to the Lord on its behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare.”
Today we also pray for those who will vote differently than we do, for their own reasons also deeply rooted in faith. And we pray, despite the outcome of the election tomorrow, that we will find the ways to build bridges and work together for the common good of the country we all dwell in. And may our votes tomorrow be guided less by a fear of our neighbor and more by a hope for the future.
God has blessed all the nations of the world, not just America. But we pray tomorrow for God’s special blessing on our nation, and that the opportunities to fulfill our country’s greatest possibilities might be greatly enlarged.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

14


I am doing homework across the table from a 14 year old. She is a freshmen in high school. The school she attends doesn't have the best reputation in South Minneapolis. A few of us at the Oakland house have known her since she was in 4th grade. She is making a powerpoint for her Geography class. She had to write about the 5 best places in her neighborhood. One of the places she chose to write about was our house! A few of her cousins were over last week and they said " being at your house is like a retreat from our lives..." It broke my heart to hear them say that.. Yet, I hope as these girls continue to grow up they will know our house is a safe place to eat, laugh, and talk to each other in. They are prayed for in this home.. As inadequate as we may feel at times, I pray that they will know that they are not defined by their surroundings, and instead they will recognize how beautiful and talented they are.