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Showing posts with label Hope. Show all posts

Saturday, February 6, 2021

Observation - February 6th, 2021, Saturday

It is cold outside, but the sun is shining

 

The sky is striped, blue and white

 

I can feel the cold coming, seeping through the windows

 

The sun’s light through wavey glass

 

Snow clings to the limbs of my tree

 

Each flake a tiny prism from which the sun light leaps

 

And there is hope, today in America…there is hope




Friday, January 22, 2021

The End is the Beginning - Editorial, The Week in Review

Analysis, Commentary, Opinion

01.22.2021

 

The End is the Beginning

 

It was with a great sense of relief that I watched Joe Biden and Kamala Harris take their oaths of office, watching in real time as the powers of the executive branch were taken up by a team of people who appear to be genuinely interested in helping our country through the multiple crises that have manifested themselves over the past year.

 

I was delighted to watch Donald Trump leave the White House and Leave Washington D.C. in keeping with his utter lack of respect for the office he held, and the traditions we hold so dear. I am glad that he didn’t try to pull some last-minute Trumpery to salvage his dignity…he has none.

 

There is not much more to say about the orange menace, now the toothless tiger except to express my desire to see him wither up and fade away. His legions of fanatics have already begun to turn on him, as well they should, he never deserved their loyalty, he never believed in their causes (not that their causes are worthy of believe and not that their loyalty was anything to covet), the man believes in nothing…not even in himself.

 

I would like to believe that we have learned a lesson from the past four years, but the election proved otherwise, the enemies of our republic, the foes of democracy have actually been empowered by Trump’s loss. The Trump presidency has given them a blue print, a tested set of tactics and stratagems to use against the American people in the next round…and they have already begun.

 

There are millions and millions more of us who look to the future of the country with hopeful eyes, and desire to participate in a plan that has us all working together for a better future, but there are still tens of millions of people who are lost in the fever swamps of conspiracy theories and alternative facts, people who get juiced when they participate in the big lie as they walk around in their fantasy world.

 

Most of us have the instinct to treat these lost souls with some degree of empathy, to feel sorry for them and even try to help them, and that is a good thing we should not stop feeling that way; we should hope for the best but prepare for the worst, because those Proud Boys, and boogaloos Q-publicans see the world in starkly different terms. They see their opponents as demonic, and themselves as the heroes of some kind of apocalyptic conflict, they are willingly being fleeced by a host of conmen and politicians who do not give a jot, not one tittle for their well-being.

 

The end is the beginning.

 

We have thrown out the trash but the landfill has become a superfund site and the waste is a toxic mess.

 

We have to stick together, all people of good conscience, we cannot let our guard down or allow ourselves to be caught up in petty squabbles that divide us from one another.

 

We have to rebuild America, turn the American dream into an American reality, fulfill the promise this grand experiment…we must.

 

A successful Biden administration, beginning with a successful first two years are essential to this prospect. If two years from now we have stymied ourselves with internal bickering, allowing the perfect to be the enemy of the good, if we let the opposition stalemate us and frustrate our progress, we will lose the argument, the momentum and the opportunity to realize our goals.

 

We need the people to embrace a new mythology for the twenty-first century, a triumphal mythology of progress and liberty and justice for all, a mythology that denounces fear and embraces opportunity, a mythology that looks toward the infinite horizon with hope and purpose, a mythology that is built on a firm foundation of accomplishment, and the American people must be the focus of this work.




Saturday, September 5, 2020

The Patron Saint of Doubters, Mother Theresa of Calcutta


Sometimes I get ahead of myself, I think we all do at times, we project what we want to see, over and against the reality of what is, as in the title of this piece.

Mother Theresa of Calcutta; the patron saint of doubters.

In truth, the Church has named Mother Theresa the Patron Saint of World Catholic Youth Day, and that is fair: in her time the good mother inspired many young people, providing that inspiration through her life of austerity and selflessness; she inspired many of us to good things, to want to be good people, to emulate her in that way.

She was a tiny woman, but she was strong. She inspires through her strength and her commitment to her ideals, despite the painful realities that she experienced and despite her understanding that the suffering she sought to ease would never cease, and her knowledge that the suffering of the world has no end.

We must be like the wise mother and pray for strength, pray for wisdom, for understanding and perseverance. Mother Theresa did not expect that by praying for these things God would transform her, or that God would give her supernatural powers, but that the act of praying would fortify her, that it would give her the strength she needed to get through the day, her day, each and every day.

Mother Theresa was sainted for her life-long commitment to the good, to serving the poor, for setting an example of patience and endurance; for setting such a strong example that if each of the rest of us were able to approximate a small degree of her fundamental stance toward justice and compassion, to give a small part of ourselves over to the healing of the world, the world might stop spinning in its spiral of violence and in that moment we might see something of the true glory that belongs the God of peace and mercy and grace.

It is right and good to praise God, the creator of the universe, because creation is miraculous and mysterious, and beyond the scope of human comprehension.

And while it is right and good to praise God, to doubt God’s purpose in the world is not a sin. Mother Theresa taught us this, she taught that doubt it is a natural movement the heart, beating within the breast of a person who loves, of someone who confronts the pain and suffering in the world and subsequently falls into despair.

It is not sinful to doubt God or God’s purpose in the world, neither is it sinful to doubt the traditions of the Church, its doctrines and decrees and decretals.

The Good Mother taught us this, and so let us be clear about a few things:

God is not a giver of victories. God has no enemies. In God, within whom all things exist and have their being…there is no conflict.

It is not God’s justice that is shown in the work of human beings, it is human justice, and when human justice approximates the justice of God, it is expressed in mercy and compassion and that is good, The Good Mother taught us to aspire to things even in the midst of human misery and despair.

Pope Francis, canonized Mother Theresa on September the 4th, 2016, on the 23rd Sunday in Ordinary Time, her feast was celebrated for the first time and from that day forward, on the 5th of September, which is today.

Christians of every stripe, and non-Christian alike, remember Saint Theresa for her desire to embrace all people, no matter how flawed or marginalized they might be, and all people will remember this brilliant woman, servant and sister, this theologian; they will remember her for her brilliance which grows even greater in her afterlife.

God chose her, as God chooses all of; God chose her from the beginning, to receive the sanctifying spirit, he created her in the divine image, placing within her a seed of the eternal Word to enliven her. God made her this way, in the same way that God makes everyone, but what made the sainted mother different from most of the rest of us was that she saw the truth of it clearly, and in seeing it she understood her purpose in the world. The Good Mother saw the divine image in the people she bent down to serve, she saw the face of God in the poor and the sick, in the blind and the leper, she saw God suffering in them and she responded with the love God had instructed her in.

Mother Theresa is famous for her service and her impressive life, and the inspiration she gave to millions of people, and when I reflect on the life of Saint Theresa of Calcutta, it is her memoirs, which were published after her death, which had the greatest impact on me.

Saint Theresa struggled, like all of us do, with the sense that God had abandoned her, She felt at times as if God had abandoned the world. She managed to do the good works she did, to serve the Church and all of its members, to fulfill her commitment to her order, to lead them; to make of her life a daily sacrifice even in the midst of her own profound doubt and great personal suffering, as she experienced the suffering of other’s (which she shared).

In consideration of her experience she lived with a deep-felt sense of alienation from God.

Saint Theresa persevered in goodness even in the face of her doubts, she admitted to the pain that she brought to others, even as she tried to serve them, she confess and ask forgiveness and they allowed her to lead them. She bore witness to the suffering of the world, she held God accountable for it in her heart, and yet she still followed the calling of the Spirit despite her indictment of the divine, and that is why she will be known as the Patron Saint of Doubters.

Mother Theresa was different from the disciples who followed Jesus and witnessed his miraculous life. Her example of how to fulfill the Christian life in the face of the deepest doubts is what makes her life exemplary, a life that will continue to shine on us long after the sun has collapsed and human beings are scattered throughout the galaxy.

We will carry the memory of Saint Theresa of Calcutta with us, as a light shining in the darkness.

There is something historically significant about her relationship to her doubts that we would all do well to be mindful of. We see it reflected in the history of Christianity in India, which has always been connected to the missionary work of the Apostle Thomas, who is in fact the patron saint of doubters, who struggled to believe that Jesus had risen from the dead, and did not accept it until he placed his own fingers into the wounds Christ bore, the wounds which still marred his body even after he was reborn.



09.05.2020



Monday, May 27, 2019

Memorial Day - A Reflection


Memorial Day is a day set aside for reflection. It is a day meant for us to honor our fallen dead.

The meaning of Memorial Day has changed a great deal since it was founded. At its inception, it was meant to honor African American soldiers who fought and died in the Civil War, both  our soldiers who were born-free, as well as those who were former slaves; men and women, mothers and fathers, sons and daughters who gave everything they had to keep the union whole.

Memorial Day was created to honor those who died for an America which they only dreamed could exist. They died for these United States, for a vision of it that the prayed for, but was not yet real; they got something different, they got this reality, an America that is still in a state of becoming, one that is more or less just, depending on where you are born, what color your skin is, what class you belong to.

Those men and women died for us, for good or ill, they died for us. They died for promises that went un-realized.

We have yet to repay them, we have yet to fulfill their hopes for the America they dreamt of; America, daughter of liberty, America the true, and good, America the arbiter of justice.

Now, we honor our dead on this day; our soldiers and sailors and airmen, our police and firefighters; we honor them.

We honor all of our citizens who spent their lives, who gave their days to public service; we honor our doctors and nurses and teachers, the good works of our ordinary citizens, of our friends and neighbors, we honor everyone’s sacrifices; known and unknown, and those yet to come.

This year we must even children, who stood in the way of gunfire to protect their classmates and paid for it with their lives.

We must honor them, and their sacrifice, they died upholding our most cherished values, in recognition of the fact that we are one people, that we are descended from many nations, and that we each come into the world with the absolute right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, and that all other rights are subordinate to these. 

On this day of all days, do not make the mistake of thinking that it is our service women and men who keep us free.
It has been at least sixty years since America faced an “existential” threat from a foreign power.

We are not kept free through armed conflict.

We do not face such an existential threat from beyond our borders and shores right now; not from Iran, not from North Korea, not from Russia, not from anywhere.

The real threat we face is from ourselves, from our ignorance and from our fear.

It is we, and we alone who can protect us from ourselves.

Our own apathy, our prejudice and hatred, these are the most dangerous forces aligned against us, that threaten our freedom. They are more deadly than any other worldly power.

To honor our fallen dead, you must do your part to keep us free. You must participate in our democracy.

Vote, stay informed, organize, build alliances and collaborate.

Our collective failure as citizens of the Unites States has allowed a criminal, autocratic, demagogue to hold power in the White House, allowed the Supreme Court to state that corporations are to be treated as people, and money regarded as free speech, while those same justices have told ordinary American’s that their right to free speech does not include the right to be heard, and that our right to vote does not include the guarantee that our votes will be counted.

This rank cynicism is more dangerous to our freedom than any rag tag group of militants half way around the world, more dangerous than immigrants looking for a better life on our side of the border we share, they are only seeking the same thing as my own forebears did when they came here a little over a hundred years ago.

Honor our fallen dead. Not with cards and flowers and barbeques (but do those things because they are good), honor them by standing up to racism and bigotry, to religious zealotry and corporate greed, to scientific ignorance and xenophobia, to corruption in our public officials in our highest offices, and to the notion that the right to keep and bear arms does not include our responsibility to regulate them.

Honor them by participating in public discourse. Do not lose heart, and do not give up.

Stand up, and be counted!

We must rebuild America, reform our institutions, we must do this for the sake of all Americans and our future generations. We must take responsibility for our own freedom.

We will have nothing to protect if we let our freedom be stolen from us while we are busy watching TV, posting pictures on social media of the last meal we ate, and arguing with one another about who is the most liberal, most progressive, most concerned about the common good.

Honor the fallen, in this way.

Participate!

Jay P. Botten, Veteran, U.S.N., Hospital Corps, 1990 – 1994

Given 1st 2015.05.25

Revised 2019.05.27

Sunday, April 21, 2019

Easter


When I was a child Easter always came in conjunction with a week off from school; Spring Break we called it, and still do.

Spring Break always came with Eastertide, but in the public schools we were not allowed to call it Easter Break, we could not do this on account on account of the separation between church and state.

I am not sure when it happened, but at some point those conventions began to change, school boards stopped planning the spring break to coincide with the Christian holiday.

Perhaps this was due to a sensitivity to such constitutionally required separations, or maybe it was just because the Easter festivities follow an erratic cycle. It defies the regularity of our solar calendar.

Easter, like Passover, follows Selene, the wandering Titaness, the silvery-moon.

Sometimes Easter comes as late as my birthday, April 22nd, Earth Day, other times it is as early as my sister Raney’s birthday, March 28th. In those years, when we were growing up we were able to experience the sense of being overlooked that other kids feel whose birthdays fall on holidays like Christmas or New Year’s Eve, Thanksgiving or Halloween.

In one sense Easter is about the palette of pastels, the donning of spring garments, the greening lawns and budding trees. It is about hard-boiled eggs died with bright colors and hidden around the house, and it is about jelly beans, chocolates and other candies.

There is an Easter feast, ham being the most common thing on the Easter table.

For many people Easter has little to do with the commemoration of the risen Christ, which is at the root of the holiday. Jesus, the new lawgiver leading the people to a new promised land in a new Passover.

When we were young we would always watch the Cecil B. De Mill epic, The Ten Commandments, featuring Charleton Heston as Moses, leading the people from bondage.

It was a tradition that more clearly connected the Christian holiday to its Jewish roots than any sermon I ever heard in church.

My family rarely went to church on Easter, we hardly ever went to church at all.

For many folks, Easter marks the equinox, a celebration of the change in the arc of the sun, the angle of light, the change from the dark days of winter, to the brightening of the day. Whereas at solstice in winter we celebrate the lengthening of the day and the light’s return, at the equinox in spring we celebrate the rising of the increased warmth of the sun and the thawing of the fields.

Easter and the equinox are slightly out of step, but the spring ritual is the same nevertheless.

The Christian tradition is a celebration of the risen Christ, it is a celebration of the power of life over death, and the expectation of summer, the season of planting and of hope for the future.

This Easter came late in the year, falling on the day before my birthday.

This is was marred by religious violence in Sri Lanka, more than two hundred Christians killed in bombings across that country, the bombers targeted churches.

This Easter we were witness to the destruction of one of the world’s great cathedrals, Notre Dame in Paris.

This Easter, as with every Easter since the murder of Jesus, there are causes to mourn the terrible state of humanity, and reason to hope for its betterment.

It is a day that we can ask ourselves how best we can return to life? How can we be restored in ourselves, in our families, in our communities, and how we can share that hope with the world. 

Monday, January 21, 2019

Holiday - Martin Luther King Day


Martin Luther King Day 2019
Monday, January 21st

 

Today we celebrate the life and work of the Reverend Doctor, Martin Luther King Jr., a man who more than any other fulfilled the role of prophet, as a voice of conscience, and like so many prophets before him, he was killed for speaking the truth.

He was a prophet, not in the sense that he saw the future (though he did), that is not what a prophet is. A prophet is not a seer, or an augurer He was not a prophet in the sense that he had a unique channel to God, the creator of the universe, or that God spoke to him in a privileged way.
God speaks to all of us in the same way.

Martin Luther King had no more, and no less access to supernatural powers than any of us, what made him different was that he chose to listen.

He listened to the voice of God that speaks to each and every one of us. He heard the voice of God speaking that speaks to all of us in the hidden chambers of our hearts, and he responded to the call, by cleaving to the message and sharing it with the world.

There are many memes circulating today of the good Reverend Doctor, memes like the picture I have pasted at the beginning of this essay.

Today we are given countless opportunities to reflect on his likeness, to consider his words, to reflect on their meaning, and on the life of an American Saint, if there ever was one, and we are wise to do so.

We are wise to remember the man, Martin Luther King Jr., a rare person whose measure exceeded the ordinary flaws that make us all human, he lived beyond them.

Martin Luther King Jr. transcended even death, though he was taken by the assassin’s bullet. He lives now in our collective consciousness, our collective conscience, in our global psyche, speaking to us from the dimension of myth; a human being more than human, a child of God a overflowing with grace and wisdom, sharing its cup so that upon drinking we may aspire to the same.

He spoke truth to power, and gave hope to the powerless.

He was once considered to be the most dangerous man in America, and from the he became our most beloved hero, the prime exemplar of what it means to be an American.

He was beaten and arrested dozens of times, for the crime of seeking justice.

His life was threatened daily. His reputation was smeared without regard for the truth, or appreciation for his selfless works.

He was killed for his efforts, shot down, but not destroyed.

He was, and continues to be an example to us all.

Our prophet, The Reverend Doctor still points the way, lighting the long journey that still lies ahead of us.


Saturday, November 10, 2018

Election Post Facto - Editorial, The Week in Review


Analysis, Commentary, Opinion
11.10.2018

Election Post Facto


Hope.

The electoral response to T-Rump was fantastic. We voted and T-Rump vision for America was checked.

It was checked, and that is hopeful.

There is hope, but the struggle is far from over.

The Democratic Party lost a couple of races that we had hoped would win. We lost them narrowly. We can take heart in the fact that the race for the Senate in Texas was as close as it was, even though Beto went down.

The same is true of the Governor’s race in Georgia, though we are still counting votes, and there is a sliver of a chance that when the votes are done being counted, it will result in a run-off election on December 4th. We have to keep our energy up, and be prepared to turn out for that race, if it should occur.

The race for Governor and Senate in Florida is still being counted as well, we cannot allow these races to be concluded until every vote that has been cast has been counted. We cannot allow Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia’s opinion to stand, that the right to vote does not guarantee the right to have your vote counted.

The Democratic Party won big, but we need to keep on winning. We cannot rest and we must take stock of the campaigns that ran successfully, in Texas and Florida and Georgia, even if the candidates ultimately lost or loose.

I have always been a proponent of supporting the moderate middle, not because I am a moderate at heart, but because I believe that politics is about the art of compromise.

However, we were shown something, and I have learned something, that the right candidate can carry a progressive message, and drive it straight into the heart of conservative Texas, and Georgia, even congressional districts in Oklahoma, the right candidate can take the message home, and turn out people who have never voted before.

The Democratic Party has to learn its lesson from this, we have to field progressives in every district where the contrast and distinction of the platform will stir the people up, and get them to take a chance on changing direction.

I still believe in compromise, but I also believe in the necessity of reclaiming the starting point on where the negotiation must begin, and plant that flag far to the left, and reclaim the middle for fairness, equality, and common sense.

There is hope, yes, but there is also cause for grave concern.

T-Rump is afraid, and he is stirring up his base. They are coming out to support him with guns and bombs, literally, his people are willing to kill to defend his fake presidency, his criminal regime.

There is hope, yes but there is a certain need to stay mobilized and keep the pressure up.

Tens of millions of people came out in support of the Republican agenda, of Donald T-rump and the sycophants in Congress that do obeisance to him. The fake president still have control oft the executive branch, Mitch McConnell will remain the senate majority leader (unless a couple of conscientious Senators decide to go independent and caucus with the Democrats), and so-called conservatives still hold out of nine seats on the Supreme Court.

The country showed more of who we truly are last Tuesday, both the good and the regrettable, we came out in large numbers, and we have to keep up the struggle and push our majority through the year 2020, and the redistricting of congressional districts that will take place then.   

Sunday, October 7, 2018

A Homily – Mark 10:2-16 ©


The Gospel According to Mark – 2018.10.07
                        

We Are One

The reading for today brings us to the heart of the gospel:

What God has united, man must not divide.

We should be clear about this, because on it rests the entire foundation of Christian faith and hope.

The greater truth is this:

What God has united, man cannot divide, and we must not even try.

While the reading for today begins with a discussion concerning the practicalities of divorce, and human relationships. In actuality it is a discussion about our fundamental relationship to God, and each other.

We are created in unity, with one another and with God. There is nothing we can do to tear that unity apart.

In John’s Gospel we read that all things were created in and through God, exist in God, by the will of God, and that without God not one things comes into being.

In this sense our fundamental, ontological relationship to the creator goes to the core of our being.

This is true of our relationship to God, and through God it is true to our relationship with each other.

Our relationships with each other are a part of the reality of our being, relationality is a dimension of our existence. Our relationships do not just include our family and friends. We are in relationship to every other person who is, ever was, or ever will be, even those we despise, even our enemies.

We cannot change this, even the power of sin cannot alter this reality.

Here is the truth.

When I say this goes to the root of Christian faith and hope, I am speaking of salvation.

The salvation of one is not possible without the salvation of the whole, because the whole exists in the part, as the part does in the whole.


What God has United, Man Must Not Divide

Some Pharisees approached Jesus and asked, ‘Is it against the law for a man to divorce his wife?’

They were testing him. He answered them, ‘What did Moses command you?’

‘Moses allowed us’ they said ‘to draw up a writ of dismissal and so to divorce.’

Then Jesus said to them, ‘It was because you were so unteachable that he wrote this commandment for you. But from the beginning of creation God made them male and female. This is why a man must leave father and mother, and the two become one body. They are no longer two, therefore, but one body. So then, what God has united, man must not divide.’ Back in the house the disciples questioned him again about this, and he said to them, ‘The man who divorces his wife and marries another is guilty of adultery against her. And if a woman divorces her husband and marries another she is guilty of adultery too.’

People were bringing little children to him, for him to touch them. The disciples turned them away, but when Jesus saw this he was indignant and said to them, ‘Let the little children come to me; do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of God belongs. I tell you solemnly, anyone who does not welcome the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.’ Then he put his arms round them, laid his hands on them and gave them his blessing.


27th Sunday in Ordinary Time

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Redemptrix


A young woman weeps
Celestial Madonna
The mother of faith

A mother’s tears fall
The young woman is pregnant
Madonna alone

Madonna crying
A mother grieves in darkness
Young woman with child

A young woman wails
The Madonna becoming
The mother of hope

Mother is moaning
A young woman hides her pain
Madonna of life

Madonna of groans
The mother’s dreams crash in waves
The young woman’s fate

Young woman rising
Madonna of dust and sand
The loving mother

Mother of the wind
A young woman praying, Ru’ha
The blind Madonna

Madonna breathing
Mother whispers to her child
The young woman speaks


She is the stranger
The girl is an alien
Her child illegal

She has no recourse
No standing before the law
They are refugees

The mother and child
Our salvation is with them
In being with them

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Dawn


Sunrise in pastels
The pale melody of Dawn
Pink-violet fire

The lake, un-rippled
Capturing the softest shades
A silver mirror

In still life portrays
Beauty surpassing knowledge
A goddess of light

Goddess, beyond time
Seizing the divine, rapture
Grace, in the pure-land

Soft now, she rises
Prismatic-brilliance, light
Across the still plane

Radiant vision
Pale gold in the morning, bright
Rising to her touch

Ecstatic moment
The sorcery of desire
Love’s inspiration

An angel en-fleshed
Sweet as the rose in morning
Quiet and lonely

The Earth-bound goddess
Daughter of Hope, beloved Dawn
Sister to the Sun