Sunday, January 15, 2017

Supporting a Cause or Following a Dream!

Tomorrow I have a day off school! It is Martin Luther King Jr. day which is an American federal holiday to celebrate King’s birthdate (15 January 1929). It always falls on the third Monday of January.

One of Martin Luther King Jr.’s most famous speeches is “I have a dream” which he gave on 28th August 1963. It is a moving speech where he shares his dream of freedom and equality for all. Yet, it wasn’t just a dream, a hope for the future, something that he would like to see come to pass someday. His dream became a cause, something that he worked for every day of his life. It was a cause he died for.

The lectionary passage today speaks of a similar theme. It is the story of John the baptizer. John, who wanted to see a better future, calling others to change their ways. On this day he was hanging around with two of his disciples. John sees his cousin, Jesus, walking past and pointed him out to his disciples. It is an incredible moment in John’s life, an unselfish moment, when he tells his followers to move on, to follow someone else. Maybe there was a real cost to John in doing that, it is worth thinking about.

The two disciples looked as John directed, and followed.

In that moment, they found a cause, a purpose for their lives, something to follow, something to give their lives too.

It seems to be part of what it is to be human; to have dreams of a better future, to find a purpose in life, to pursue a cause which will ultimately help towards the fulfillment of the dream.

It is a theme often repeated in fiction. I have encountered it twice just this weekend.

My habit is to read a few pages on my kindle before I drop off to sleep at night. I am currently reading a book about women in the French resistance in World War 2. The facts and events are well-researched and the story mirrors what was happening at the time. The two heroines of the book both found their own, very different ways to support their cause of a free France.

Then this weekend Andy and I have watched again Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, the two-part conclusion to J.K. Rowling’s epic series. It is another story of those dedicated to a cause, pursuing it whatever the cost.  (Yesterday was the first anniversary of Alan Rickman’s death, the wonderful Professor Snape in the films).

Next weekend many thousands of people will travel to Washington DC to be part of the Million Women March. This is to support their cause, bringing attention to “women’s rights are human rights.” I have friends and colleagues who will be travelling to Washington, others will be supporting the cause in parallel marches in their own localities. Their hope is that supporting their cause will be a small step towards the dream of freedom and equality for all.

Dreams are important. They give aim and direction. They give purpose and hope to the life of the dreamer. Causes help fulfill those dreams, or at least take a step in that direction.

Not everyone is going to be a Martin Luther King Jnr, a disciple of John the Baptizer who forsakes family and career to follow a cause or a Harry Potter. However, everyone can have a voice, everyone can make a difference in a small way, everyone can live their lives in a way that seeks to make life better for others.

So today I would urge each of you to dream. However, hard the circumstances might be dream of a better future, dream of freedom, dream of equality. Then take a small step towards that dream.

“Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream . . .
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all [people] are created equal." (I Have a Dream, MLK)

(Photo: Birds at Broadkill Beach, Delaware, November 2016)

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Happy New Year

Today, I have the privilege of writing this on the first day of the new year. The lectionary gives a choice of several texts to consider but after much deliberation I chose to reflect on Galatians 3:23-29.

Last night the world said good-bye to 2016. I have found it mildly disturbing to read many comments and memes on Facebook which have spoken of what an awful year 2016 was. Like everything else on social media if it is written often enough and shared multiple times it becomes a new sort of truth. Such is the power of social media.

Perhaps, it is because I am getting older but I haven’t enough years to dismiss one as “rubbish”. Therefore, I am refusing to believe that 2016 was an awful year. Of course, as with any year there were some hard things happen. That is part of living the human life. Yet, as I think back over 2016 I can also see so many good things. As the old hymn urged people to do I want to “count my blessings, name them one by one.” I encourage everyone reading this to do the same.

My personal good-bye to 2016 was one of thankfulness. It was a time to name and appreciate all the good things that have happened throughout the months. It was another year which I am grateful that I had the privilege of living.

So, today I welcome 2017. Our back garden it is white with snow, largely untrodden. A new year stretches before me in the same way. What footprints will I leave in 2017?  How will I make my mark?

Perhaps, one of the saddest things that happened in 2016 was that there was a rise in racism, patriarchy, xenophobia, homophobia and fear of religions other than one’s own. It was these words in Galatians that caught my attention. “There is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer slave or free, there is no longer male and female; for all of you are one . . . (28)”

I think these words are a timely reminder at the beginning of a new year that all divisions made between human beings are wrong. All people should be valued, loved and accepted.

As a rule, I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. If I do they are usually trivial little things, rarely fulfilled, quickly forgotten. But 2017 may have to be different. This year more serious resolutions may be needed.

2017 may see a rise in persecution for those who are perceived to be different. I would like to invite all to join me in a resolution that this year we will stand against racism, patriarchy, xenophobia, homophobia and religious persecution wherever and whenever we see it.

May 2017 be a wonderful year for each of you. May it be a year where your footprints make a difference.

Sunday, December 18, 2016

It's a Man's World . . .Still!

It is the fourth Sunday of advent. The last week of preparation as the journey towards the revelation of the Christ-child nears its conclusion. This week the fourth purple candle which represents love is lit, joining the candles of hope, peace and joy. On the fourth Sunday of Advent the lectionary focuses on preparation for the birth of the Christ-child.

The gospels each begin in a different way. The gospels of John and Mark do not have birth stories. The Gospel of Luke tells the story of Mary and her experiences. I like this telling. It is so good to have a story about a woman’s experience told in a woman’s voice. Birth and child-bearing are women’s experiences and it is right that the Gospel of Luke acknowledges this. The time is measured in the weeks and months of pregnancy. Commenting on the Lukan account of the meeting between Mary and Elisabeth, Anne Thurston notes, “It should not surprise us then that the time-scale is shifted from the chronology of rulers and priests to that of this pregnant and prophetic woman.” (Knowing Her Place, 4).

Sadly, it is a brief moment. It does not last. Thurston again, “In the end the doors close over once more and the patriarchal framing and naming once again eclipse the stories of the women . . . The women have been silenced.” (ibid 9)

Today’s lectionary passage is taken from the Gospel of Matthew (1:18-25). Sadly, the woman’s voice is not heard here. The author of the gospel simply states that Mary was “found to be with a child of the Holy Spirit” (18). Mary is not given a voice in this gospel.

The chapter starts with a genealogy, at our Christmas Eve service for many years we have used a different genealogy which acknowledges the place and importance of the women. I will include it here. I would like to credit it but I do not know the source. I found it online many years ago.
It gives a little different perspective. It allows the women to be seen, or in some cases, notes their anonymity, their absence.

The story begins long ago . . .
A genealogy of Jesus Christ, the son of Mary, the daughter of Anna:Sarah was the mother of Isaac,And Rebekah was the mother of Jacob,Leah was the mother of Judah,Tamar was the mother of Perez.The names of the mothers of Hezron, Ram, Amminadab, Nahshon and Salmon have been lost. Rahab was the mother of Boaz,
and Ruth was the mother of Obed.Obed's wife, whose name is unknown, bore Jesse. The wife of Jesse was the mother of David. Bathsheba was the mother of Solomon,Na'amah, the Ammonitess, was the mother of Rehoboam.Ma'acha was the mother of Abijah and Asa. Azubah was the mother of Jehosephat.The name of Jehoram's mother is unknown. Athalia was the mother of Ahaziah,Zibia of Beersheba, the mother of Jehoash. Jecoliah of Jerusalem bore Uzziah,Jerushah bore Jotha; Ahaz's mother is unknown. Abijah was the mother of Hezekiah,
Hepzibah was the mother of Manassah, Meshullemeth was the mother of Amon,Jedidah was the mother of Jehoiakim, Nehushta was the mother of Jehoiakin,Hamutal was the mother of Zedekiah.Then the deportation to Babylon took place.After the deportation to Babylonthe name of the mothers go unrecorded.These are their sons:Jechoniah, Shealtiel, Zerubbabel,Abiud, Eliakim, Azor and Zadok,Achim, Eliud, Eleazar,Matthan, Jacob, and Joseph, the husband of Mary. Of her was born Jesus, who is called the Christ.The sum of generations is therefore: fourteen from Sarah to David's mother; fourteen from Bathsheba to the Babylonian deportation; and fourteen from the Babylonian deportation to Mary, the mother of Christ.
However, the author of the gospel of Matthew focuses on Joseph’s story. I suspect the few short verses don’t reflect the turmoil and agony Joseph would have felt. Even in contemporary times if a couple were engaged and the woman announced she was pregnant with another man’s child it would cause a lot of trouble. Even typing that sentence made me aware of how quickly a woman would be blamed regardless of circumstances and her story.

Joseph first inclination was to “dismiss her quietly.” Of, course, the word “quietly” was to try and shield her from public disgrace, which redeems the text somewhat.

I find it sad that Joseph obviously did not accept Mary’s explanation of events. It took a divine intervention in the form of a dream to change his mind. Dreams were highly valued in first century Jewish tradition and the content was significant. For Joseph the words of the dream were more important than the words of his betrothed.

Yet, in spite of the patriarchal nature of the text, I want to follow Phyllis Trible’s advice and shake it until it yields a blessing.

I think that can be found in Joseph’s reaction after the dream. He remained faithful to Mary and the promises he had made to her, even though the text adds that he “did as the angel commanded (24)”. He married her and cared for her. This is a model of Joseph that can be emulated. This is where a blessing can be found in the text. Joseph can teach us about caring with faithfulness, kindness and acceptance.

Nel Noddings describes caring, “Caring involves stepping out of one’s own personal frame of reference into the other’s . . . To act as one caring, then, is to act with special regard for the particular person in a concrete situation.” (Caring, 24).

Caring for others encompasses much of the message of the Gospels. Here it is found, in Joseph, on the first page of the New Testament. The motif of the Gospels is set. Caring is the way forward.

Of course, in the last verse of the text a baby is born. A baby is always a blessing. This baby, this special child, especially so. But it was Joseph who named the baby. It’s was still a man’s world! Yet, it can be balanced by the Lukan account as Thurston says, “Each time we re-visit the text the silence is broken and the voices of Mary and Elisabeth are heard again as women singing out hope” (Knowing Her Place, 9).

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Dawning Light

What a week! I had wondered if the fear, grief and depression which followed the election would have abated somewhat by this weekend. Yet, it still remains but for many it has turned to activism. That sometimes takes the form of large protests but mostly it is in the small deeds of kindness and support.

This week the lectionary offers two choices of gospel passage. I read them both, the phrase that stayed with me was, “By the tender mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace” (Luke 1:78-79).

I particularly liked the phrase “the dawn from on high will break upon us”. It had a real Celtic feel about it. The reality of the cycle of life. After darkness there is always light. It is inevitable. The dawn will come. It is bigger than us, it is bigger than our lifespan.

As many of you know, part of our lifestyle is to start the day in the hot tub. We often watch the dawn arriving. We get into the tub in the dark (we don’t put lights on). As we sit and sip our morning cup of tea light starts to penetrate the darkness. It is not a sudden thing, there is not a moment when we switch from darkness to light. It is almost imperceptible. Trees start to become recognizable shapes, the outline of a deer can be made out, shadowy objects become garden furniture and the stars recede as light overtakes darkness.

For me, that picture really summed up the atmosphere of the last two weeks. The darkness has remained. Yet, I think now glimmers of light are starting to show through. These are the stories that are emerging of ordinary people helping and supporting those most at risk.

I have read or been told many stories of people showing kindness to strangers. They are committed to making sure those in their immediate sphere are cared for and supported in the face of persecution. These are glimmers of light ushering in the dawn.

Others have been writing or phoning their political representatives. Their phone calls are not about fiscal policies or educational reforms but about the way human beings are being treated. They are to advocate for people who should be afforded protection by the country they live in. These, too, are glimmers of light.

Still others are supporting organisations which stand up for human rights. They are using their personal resources to help to ensure that legal protection will be available for those who need it. More glimmers of light.
I am sure that each person reading this could add a story about a glimmer of light.

Yet as I write this, things still feel fairly dark. The only thing I can be sure of is that the dawn will arrive. I have no idea how long it will take. I don’t know what energies will be expended in ushering it in. I don’t even know that it will get fully light in my lifetime. But ultimately light will overcome the darkness . . . it always does.

(Photographs: Dawn breaking over Broadkill Beach, Delaware. November 2015. © Jane Hall Fitz-Gibbon)

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Trickery, Lies and Family!

The lectionary passage for this week is about Jesus, the Sadducees and the Pharisees. What an interesting passage to read two days before a presidential election that has been fraught with hatred and lies. Sadly, it shows that human nature hasn’t really changed over the centuries. All the teaching about respect, love, peace, harmony seem to fly out of the window when some-one doesn’t think the same or supports a different candidate. I wish it was otherwise.

At the time of this story there were two main religious sects, who also wielded political power, the Pharisees and the Sadducees.

The Sadducees were the more conservative party. They were a very strong political force at high level with lots of power. They believed in only the five books containing the law of Moses. They rejected all the later inclusions, for example the book Isaiah, so denied all later beliefs like resurrection, spirits, angels. These were thought by the Sadducees to be corruptions of the true faith. Spiritually for Sadducees everything focused around the temple.

The Pharisees were the liberals. They considered themselves as representatives of the ordinary people. They accepted all of what in contemporary times Christians call the Old Testament. Their spiritually included many observances derived from various parts of their Scriptures. This included belief in an after-life.

(As a point of interest after the destruction of the temple, the Sadducees almost ceased to exist therefore present-day Judaism is derived from the teaching of the Pharisees)

So in the text today (Luke 20:27-38) the Sadducees came to Jesus to ask questions. It is clear that their motive is trickery. They cite a story of a man who died and his wife passed along to his brother, the scenario was repeated until the poor woman had been passed to all seven brothers. The trick question was, “Whose wife would she be in resurrection?” I call it a trick question because the Sadducees weren’t genuinely wanting to know the answer. They didn’t believe in resurrection! Of course, in the text Jesus refused to be drawn or tricked, merely showed that God was a God of the living.

The context too shows that this was, indeed, trickery. The stories preceding it had also been used to try and trap Jesus. Scenarios where Jesus had been asked about power and money. Jesus answered their questions well. So having failed to trap Jesus with questions about authority and economy, the Sadducees did what all good politicians do and resorted to questions about family life!

At this point I want to diverge and put on my feminist hat and consider the plight of women. The woman in this story, who I referred to as a “poor woman”, had no rights. Once again, a woman is treated and referred to as purely property. She belonged to a man and when he died she was inherited by his brother presumably with all the rest of his property. The situation kept repeating until all seven brothers had owned her. It would be easy to say that things have changed, and of course they have legally, but recent events have shown that in many circles women are still considered only as the property and playthings of men. They can be used, and abused, and it is all a joke. It is just what men say and think, there is no real harm in it. At least, that is the rhetoric, but it is not true. Much harm has been done to women through the centuries and harm is still being done to women.

So back to the Sadducees question about which brother would be with the women in an after-life. Make no mistake this is not a story about love and commitment. It is not a story about loving a person for eternity and all these men wanting to be the person chosen to share that love. This is a story about ownership and property rights. This is a story about oppression and what more emotive way to do it than asking a question about family.

I said at the beginning, that sadly, not much has changed. As I read and look around I see and hear things that confirm the truth of that. Yet, at the same time I see glimmers of hope. Maybe even more than glimmers. The recent Trump tapes brought the way women are thought of to the forefront. There was a public outcry. Courageous women came forward and spoke of the way they had been treated by men. Secrets and lies were brought into the open. That is a very good outcome. Personally, I think the release of that tape will be an instrument of change for women.

I am also thankful for a president who publicly spoke to his audience about the way an opposing supporter was addressed. He reaffirmed the values of freedom of speech and respect for all.

So I am going to end by being hopeful that things are changing. Change is always slow. I want to be part of that change. I hope Lindisfarne too will be part of that change. An inclusive community where all are welcomed without reservation.