Life works

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Kevin Fonzo, Co-Founder of Edible Education Experience and Chef Instructor gently fillets a red snapper for a room of hungry Adventists. I don’t think Jesus did this for the disciples, but he would definitely recognize the sacred nature of the hospitality. (www.edibleed.org)

Many who read my new book like the last four pages best. There I visit the story of the last breakfast, when Jesus cooked fish for his remnant. So much better than those little wafers and grape juice! That simple act is so touching that it shows up in all four gospels, which tells you something about what people need to hear. I find myself ending sermons and speeches with it, too, for these are hard-hearted times, and we need to eat in peace.

So let me get this out of the way: Sarah Huckabee is welcome for lunch at Senor Bravo’s right up the street anytime. I’ll pop for the guacamole and Pacifico. Maybe we can talk about why a pastor’s daughter says such mean and misleading things pretty much every day. I’ll apologize to her for adding any fuel to our cultural dumpster fire. Surely, we can do better. I ate at a Cracker Barrel this week as a gesture. The fish was pretty good.

But then we will have to get back to work. God knows that the world needs us to be working for life, with life about life. Now. Most of the other 200 pages of Speak Life: Crafting Mercy In a Hard-Hearted Time are about that. First, you have to understand the logic of the leading causes of life. That helps us get beyond just fixing something something, which is good, but not the same as generating life. It takes a living system to do that.

That’s what the work is about and what the book is about. It’s a craft, not magic.

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Generative agents (that’s you) need to work with four basic generative social forms: projects, committees, limited domain collaborations, and poeisis. The first two—projects and committees—are familiar to you, if you’ve made it through kindergarten and into institutional life. The third “limited domain collaboration,” is a more complex and open level of collaboration. Poeisis is a sustained highly generative relationship. You’ve probably experienced this without having language to describe it. It takes a whole chapter by itself.

Generative agents need all four forms—and we need to know which is most appropriate for each challenge or opportunity.

All of these forms are social. You can’t be generative all by yourself. There is no life in internal qualities that do not express themselves in social relationships with other human beings. The most mundane project—laying sidewalks comes to mind—has social dynamics. If you don’t pave the places where people want to walk, your sidewalk project will be silly at best. All human work has technical aspects, too. Not even Dr. King could create magic when the microphone didn’t work or the lunches didn’t show up.

Work is not high or low; it is generative or degenerative.

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Larry Pray, who wrote Leading Causes of Life with me, serves fish dinner to TC in 2015. Oh my.

The surest way to do degenerative work is to avoid thinking or talking about life, to treat the labor as merely mechanical or technical. It is important to ask the question: Does the action my project or committee is contemplating add to the fear, friction or disconnection of the social web it may affect? Sometimes it may be impossible to avoid these things. There are many complications in community and institutional life that inevitably involve some friction. But we don’t need to fear. Fear always degenerates social trust and exacerbates social distance. Nobody with a microphone, pen or pulpit should generate fear. “Love casts out fear,” said John writing to one of those snarly and quarrelsome young churches of the Jesus movement (1 John 4:18). Ditto DC.

Most of life work involves casting fear out and crafting mercy in.

 

Don’t disdain the “lower forms” especially those that demand listening and collaborating with people with whom you do not entirely agree, with whom you do not need to entirely agree in order to jointly serve life. Politics is almost entirely in that space  I call “limited domain collaboration.” Politics does not demand poeisis. That is the wrong social form which imports expectations of unity that cripple the actual work of political life. Politics is not higher or lower, just different work. But it is still accountable for nurturing the life of the common life upon which all life depends.

I’d note that the white evangelicals have settled for a limited domain politics of a very limited domain indeed, pretty much abandoning any semblance of character, moral or consistency, purely to score some victories in what they have always seen as a culture war. Meanwhile, my dems savage each other for not agreeing on every jot and tittle. We need a limited domain, but a lot more domain than getting supreme court justices named while shredding every thing else of common good.

We can do better–all of us. I actually think most Christians know this–all of us. But we need to talk about it over some fish.

If you want to do this kind of craft, you might need to read more of the book. You can get it on Amazon here. Or…..you can get a signed copy by donating $50 to the Shalom Project of Green Street United Methodist Church. You donate through this link; I’ll have your email and send you the book. Shalom!

Technically, the Shalom Project is not a “project” in my definition—it is another kind of Limited Domain Collaboration that involves many, many people who pray and probably vote differently. It gets shalom into the lives of many diferent people in the form of free healthcare, food and the stuff they need to live. It’s worth $50 (consider the book as free).

Here’s a chart of the four social forms:

  Project Committee Limited Domain Collaboration Poeisis
  Highly Technical Normal Work New Work High Relationship
Relationality Listen to take others into account, but just to work with as few as necessary hands on the plough. Structure of power, but shared deliberation reflecting diverse interests. Negotiated, fluid, uncertain, flat. Assumes partial investment that might expand. High Trust Relationship; all in, often more than family, organization or professional  identity.
Precondition for Generative Dynamic Enough trust and humility for the project to be useful and adapted. Enough trust to convene and sustain dialogue to reach a decision. Safe for vulnerability of association without presumption of full alliance. Much greater shared language and logic. Goals far in the future.
Technical Focus Do the work well. Good stewardship of time and money. Decide and act on evidence to balance interests. Give clear permission or clarify the lines. Craft new goals, bend and blend to do new things. Align assets beyond mere control, use life logic. Protect the generative dynamic. Be smart and brave. Serve life of all, not just the core.
Biggest Danger  “Good work” is instrumental, not generative. Invasive, distracting wasteful. Unequal risk. Or unequal tolerance of risk. No courage so no action. Too broad a domain stunts meaningful collaboration. Too narrow isn’t worth the time. Becomes a club or support group instead of action for the world.

 

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Low Country marshes of South Carolina where the baby fish are born,

 

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Shalom on Ice

iceberg-404966_1920There’s a lot of ice in my life right now. Even without the homeland people doing ice-hearted things in our name. The ice I’m thinking about is of the Arctic kind. Kevin Barnett baited me into going with him to float the Canning River  the Brooks Range to the Arctic Ocean–next week. Could be bears and mosquitos and wolves, too. And…..ice.

The day I get back from the Tundra Kelly Carpenter has talked me into more ice to help raise money for the Shalom Project of Green Street United Methodist Church (click on it to go directly to the donation page). A great deal of that work focuses on exactly the people you-know-who is demonizing–the same folks who are building our little city every day with kindness and skill. These are people you want to help–especially now.

The funding gimmick is that I have to sit on….ice…..until people donate $1,500 in my name. No bears, mosquitos or wolves. But serious ice. I could be sitting there until hell and my yonder parts freeze over.

Help!

img_0893Here’s how: I have written a pretty good new book—Speak Life: Crafting Mercy in a Hard Hearted Time. Emerging from the rich learning of Stakeholder Health, the book explores how we can lead lives that nurture the lives of the people and neighborhoods we love. It’s won’t tell you this or that trick that makes shalom happen without breaking a sweat. The opposite, in fact: how do we live lives year after year after decade marked by generosity and kindness, mercy and justice.

Shalom, in short.

I will mail a personalized signed copy of my new book to the first 100 people who give $50 to the Shalom Project. Click right here to go to the donations page: Shalom Project. I’ll even include a picture me…. signing your book….. while sitting on the ice. That there is a collector’s item.

And the money goes to….Shalom. You would think it would take more than $50 to create Shalom. It may, but this is a good start.

Melania JacketIf you are opposed to Shalom, leaves you could take $35 and  buy your a of Melania’s jacket that she wore to her husband’s child internment camps. This would still leave you $15 to buy a copy of my book from Amazon, which I’m fine with. But even if you buy her jacket, she won’t sign it for you! The jacket says right on the back that she doesn’t care and doesn’t expect you to.

Talk about ice.

I think you care. A lot. Now.

So that’s the deal: $50 bucks gets you a signed book and a little seed of Shalom. That’s crafting mercy in a hard-hearted time. If I had any idea it could get this cold, I would have changed the title to Speak Life: Crafting Mercy in an Ice-Hearted Time.

Let’s melt it.

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Speak Life

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Oh, it’s available on Amazon for $15. Here.

I wish I was handing you this in person in a decent restaurant with a bit more ceremony involved. But I didn’t want to wait to get my new book in your hands.

Speak Life: Crafting Mercy in a Hard-Hearted Time, is written for you, who have given your life to advance the health and well-being of the places and neighbors you love. Like you, most of the people captured by such a movement persist year after year for decades sustained by shared spirit, intelligence and sweat. I hope this new book will deepen and strengthen your energy for that movement.

Speak Life is being released in Orlando June 20th at the Distinguished Lecture Series sponsored by Florida Hospitals, one of our Stakeholder Health partners. Most of the speakers and all of the audience are distinguished by their people and places they care about and the Spirit that carries them. If you’re anywhere nearby, please come (You can register here.)

If you’ve read my other stuff, you’ll recognize echoes of Boundary Leaders and the earlier Deeply Woven Roots. And of course, Leading Causes of Life and the Fellows Jim Cochrane leads. Speak Life is a more radical take on both leadership and Spirit. I’m quite sure you’ve experienced the same dramatic move yourself in these hard-hearted times.

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Thank god for critical readers, editors, fact-checkers and proof-readers! Ray Tetz’s amazing team led by Alberto Valenzuelea and Becky De Oliveriera and our home team, especially Tom Peterson, Jim Cochrane, Maria Parries and, of course, TC. 

Speak Life is published by Stakeholder Press and all the profits go to Stakeholder Health. This is a learning group tracing back ten years to the tough streets of Memphis, Detroit, San Bernardino, Bithlo and several times at the White House (back a couple of years). Speak Life is, in a sense, a radical view of the life of leaders that undergirds our earlier book, “Insights from New Systems of Health.” Nearly all of those practices demand grit and courage to cross over many lines of discipline and institutional politics.

The learning is accelerating: we will be releasing a third in the Fall that is more technical exploration of how the Leading Causes helps us understand how to organize and set priorities for our work in community. And then we really do put the pedal down in November in a bold “See2See Road Trip” traveling from San Diego to Raleigh: the move in movement.

Jerry Winslow, the Chair of the Stakeholder Health Advisory Group, writes in the forward: “From one perspective, the movement might appear to be merely the sharing of smart approaches to what is now called population health. But a more careful look, with focused attention to the spirit of the work, reveals something deeper and more lasting. It is life-giving joy in the hard work of the journey toward social justice. The real fuel for this movement is the conviction that together we can build communities in which every person counts, where no one is left out, and no one suffers needlessly because of institutionalized unfairness. To speak life, then, is to adopt the ways of life so that every person is celebrated by a community that genuinely cares.”

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Rev. Larry Pray, the prophetic genius of Big Timber. He taught me that life has a language, which he is still speaking in his hardest of all days.

I want you to see Speak Life in the light of all of that highly collaborative learning. Writing is about the least impressive—undistinguished—thing you can do with a large number of hours. It is typing, often with a lot of silence between the clicks. When I slowed down, I thought of all the astonishing people who were generally not typing, but lending their lives to the urgency of mercy and justice. I tried to see what matters most through those many eyes.

I’m like one of the nameless grey neurons way back behind the eyeballs trying to connect the signals those many eyes are seeing. I’m not qualified to do very much useful most days, but I am privileged to work among wide extended webs of those who know what to do in the middle of the night standing with the First Responders at a suicide with weeping parents, who build a school for young women in the fire and dust of Kabul, who do surgery, administration, therapy, research and discovery into the mysteries of molecules and neighborhoods. Some of those agents are named Big Dog (the benevolent gang leader in 38109 of Memphis) and R. Ernest Cohen, the Jewish Integrative Medicine Chiropractor who runs a free clinic in Wilkesboro so frugal it borrows its Wifi signal from the tattoo parlor next door. Richard Joyner with his anointed prophetic tractor, the weekly amazements of Oakhurst and Green Street and so many more. You can get a sense of this in the new article about Soma Stout 100 Million Lives, which NewsWeek is smart enough to cover, too.

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Taize France, early on the morning when Jim Cochrane, TC, Masana, Shingai and I spoke life.

Through this collective eye we can see life, tenacious and fiercely protective of its most tender edges.

And together we find the words to Speak Life.

I hope you like the book. Oh, it’s available on Amazon for $15. Here.

Gary

 

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Oak too small to bother

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Wildacres Retreat Center 3,300 feet in the Blue Ridge under shelter of young oaks left from the clear-cutting a century ago.

Less than a hair, the spider’s thread arched from one heavy oak spar to the branch below catching a glint of light through the shifting fog. Too small to bother when the hills were clear cut and still young as oaks go.  Arching a hundred feet and years above the steep ridge of Wildacres Retreat Center in North Carolina, it shelters writers weaving their craft—and spiders, too.

Dense green now, only a century ago every tree on every knob here was cut to brush. It was a time when the worst swaggered and trash-talked the weakest, bankers laughed about stealing and the children worked the mills. Governor’s mansions and senator’s hallways were safe for the mean, vile and stupid.

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Thomas Dixon Jr, a fellow Wake Forest alumni who lent his busy life to the opposite of everything I do. Fortunately, I’m still at it (he died in 1946).

In the early 1900’s, a brilliant Wake Forest graduate named Thomas Dixon, Jr. spun off novels and screenplays as quick as he could type, including one that shifted culture right off the rails: “The Birth of a Nation.” To a soundtrack with the Ride of the Valkyries, the Klan defended White Christian culture, imperiled by racial dilution the government was too timid to do. Dixon and a swarm of collaborators made millions on the film, some of which was invested on Pompey’s Knob in North Carolina, to create a haven for the white thinking class.

Dixon’s whole proud and tottering mess collapsed in the Crash of 29. He defaulted on his $190,000 loan (about $2.7 million today). The bank that loaned him the money for the mean scheme went down, too, so eventually the note ended up in Texas where it was put up for auction. A Jewish radiator company owner visited the mountain after attending an interfaith event in Charlotte, then put in the only bid of $6,500. The Texas bank approved the sale after the judge’s clerk visited the property on a day when the high mountain fog turned the view grey and cold—which I.D. Blumenthal always considered a direct miracle of God. After the horrors of World War Two, Blumenthal and his wife dedicated the 1,400 acres to building bridges across lines of faith, race and class in 1946, the year Dixon died. Nearly 8 decades after Dixon’s short-lived dream dissolved, they are buried next to the auditorium where the patient work goes on beyond them.

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Pompey’s Knob when Dixon’s tribe controlled the heights.

Last week SUN Magazine held its annual writer’s conference here at Wildacres. The SUN is everything Dixon hated, entirely given to the humble labor of lending accurate words to the wild ways of humankind, the way we love and weep, the ways we hurt and disregard, how we touch and how we see; our skin and body politic, too. Begun in a what-the-hell kind of moment 45 years ago by Sy Safransky who still edits and writes. The tribe of SUN is still only 70,000 readers, which is less than a spider’s filament in today’s harsh media clear cut. Too small with which to bother.

The old pictures of Dixon’s time show a hill clear-cut to knee-high brush and stumps as ugly as any Klan rally. Only a century later, the oaks and hickory that were too small to bother amid the clear-cutting are teenagers, barely 80 feet high. Yet even while only a couple of feet in girth, they stretch strong limbs out and high above those gathered beneath, working at the modest labor of crafting the language and ideas close to the bone and real as dirt. About half of the writers gathered under the trees were people you’d have very  little chance of having heard of. They are lawyers, teachers and no small number of people working in health and education. People who cared about other people and could not stop trying to capture that astonishing fire in accurate image and voice. Sy Safransky started the SUN 45 years ago. Now 73, he is wry and chastened. He read a piece about blue pills, three marriages and two divorces and reflected on he days he thought that Bush was as bad as it could get. The other four faculty were exquisitely transparent and talented, generously protecting lesser writers like a spider her young.

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Wildacres Retreat Center today, in “Little Switzerland,” NC

Most of the SUN writer and reader tribe gathered beneath the young oaks were lawyers and social types, trying to learn how to describe the human way. It is hard to tell the truth about birth, death, sex, mothers bad and sisters lost, longings and hopes that people have along the way of life. We were told to focus on the detail: “go small to go big.”

It is not easy to write one true sentence. Stop tweeting and chattering and try it; just one sentence. It seems so little and surely not in time. You’ll feel the oaks begin to rise.

And with every un-reflected adjective, you’ll feel them fall, a bit of poison at the root. It’s hard to trace all the damage of a bad idea in talented hands. But I’d be amazed if Dixon hadn’t spread some of his venom into the gentle parlors of Winston-Salem, where the powers of industry ended up investing their tobacco wealth into experiments on eugenics, sterilizing “feeble-minded” poor men and women. Other Wake Forest intelligentsia chimed in with scientific not just  literary footnotes. Although it wasn’t focused just on women of color, the legacy of that health system complicity now results in a pattern of dramatic under-utilization of prenatal care.  The problem isn’t ignorance, but accurate memory.  Decades later, the aftershocks of those ugly practices kill another generation as mothers continue to fear getting prenatal care from the hospital that sterilized their aunts. One can almost hear the clicking of Dixon’s typewriter with each needless death.

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Spiders only live a couple years, but they invest every minute in the next generation. Maybe you can see the web there among the branches.

Twenty six letters and a handful of years. That’s all we have to work with in our short lives where we try to raise a few children and do the best we can as neighbors and citizens. We may be in a time as ours, when venal idiots run unbridled. We are tempted to rant louder, or curl up and whine.

There is nothing more important and hopeful than telling the truth and doing real work in a time of such untethered artifice. Blumenthal built radiators, so he had $6,500 to buy a mountain, when all the fancy pants finance boys fell apart. I don’t know anything about radiators, but I know the grain and scent of cherry, walnut and maple. And I can type, giving myself to the slender narrative thread bending in the fog, catching the light, giving the young a chance to have their time.

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Spalted maple from Adam’s Davie County farm. Real. (Others at Druiddelight.com)

 

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Geniverse

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Shaw University students in 1913 preparing to make the world happen. Still are.

In the beginning was an idea; “I’ll give it all away,” said God. And so, from that first micro-nano of time until this latest Carolina Spring, we’ve been part of an explosive, incomprehensive generosity. God could have done it more like we’d do it: try out life on just a small little solar system with less than a dozen planets; maybe just a few kinds of people who all look just alike. We’d have stopped evolution with the golden retrievers just to keep things polite and tame. Not the God of this place! Life scattered everywhere!

The scale and energy of the giving is entirely beyond measure, but since it is happening even on our little planet out on the edge of smallish garden-sized galaxy, it is not beyond our sight.

I wonder why we don’t notice it more?

And in this hard-hearted time, I wonder why we fall for the scarcity scam nearly every time. Every little despot and predictable tyrant says the same dumb thing: “There’s not enough to go around! We must huddle together against………them! If there isn’t a ‘them,’ they just shout louder hoping we won’t notice that the them-of-the-month looks just like part of us. The immigrants! (Except for a relative handful of First People every damn one of us immigrated here.) ‘They’re poor!’” (Says rich people who haven’t broken a sweat in three generations.)

Meanwhile everything keeps expanding in a riot of new varieties of generosity.  No matter how tightly the rich hold on, the rest of the planet seems to be inclined to kindness. You’d think we’d notice.

Maybe it would help if we renamed the whole thing from universe (it is most certainly NOT uniform) to geniverse. The whole thing is generative, from the first. Just look and see.

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Jeremy Moseley, Director of FaithHealth Community Engagement with co-learners.

You don’t have to be an astrophysicist to see generosity breaking out everywhere, constantly. This week started with another couple dozen of people at our “Learning Forum.” This is a kind of practical potlatch in which we at Wake Forest Baptist provide the pot and brilliant folks from Texas, West Virginia, New Jersey, Virginia and both Carolinas share the ingredients of their version of FaithHealth. None of them are the same; but you can see the common thread—organized generosity. We call it “proactive mercy” here and are bold enough to show the data that indicate that pretty much the only way you can expect the cost of charity care to go down is to be more proactive and smart at giving things away (so people don’t wait to go to the emergency room)(duh).

This is so obvious that it shouldn’t even qualify as smart. But in a hard-hearted time, simple generosity passes for bold brilliance. I suspect the same principle would work in pretty much the same way on any of the billion billion planets God keeps flinging so shamelessly into the darkness. Just because it is obvious, that doesn’t mean it happens without some group of humans making it happen in their particular part of the galaxy, such as Waco, downtown Dallas or Huntington. You still have to organize your work around the principle of proactive mercy and then do that work well.

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One of the FaithHealth Gaston volunteers volunteering to take a picture of the other volunteers. There is no end to the generativity!

A couple days later, we were at Caromont Healthcare in Gaston County, a bit east of Charlotte. This is tough working class country where lots of people have callouses and no small sense of trauma from all the missing mills. It was a volunteer breakfast celebrating the arts, crafts –and outcomes—of one of the most well-organized community-based tapestries of generous care anywhere in the nation. It’s called FaithHealthGaston, but the names that mattered most were those of the heroes and heroines. One volunteer wept as he shared the story of a woman trying to cook by the light of the tiny light in her microwave. What kind of a man would not weep—and then fix kitchen lights?

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Kevin Best, a Carolina classic craftsman who never quits.

Kevin Best is a NC Classic; a skilled craftsman, sharing “Did you notice the pavilion over by the Lutheran Church?  That was the last job I worked on before I fell ill.”  He’s fallen on times that would leave my spirit crumpled and bitter. But the volunteers connected him –and crafted those connections well—so that he’s now on disability, getting his meds, giving him a chance to be alive in the lives of his grandchildren.  A story the the universe likes to see.

Volunteers are not gullible or too dumb to know about money. They know the secret that god shared from the first moment of creation: life cannot be held, much less bought or sold–it lives as it is given, it lives by way of giving away. The mystery, if there is one, is that there is always more to give, the miserly fear of scarcity is utterly and always mocked by the economy of God that creates quicker than we can give. the right side up universe created by a god who loves surprise who mocks the darkness with the light of grace. give it away, god says, and I will replenish; give it away and there will always be more, give it away and you will find it.

What you see in Gastonia is that if you want a healing organization in the heart of a city and region that so desperately needs healing, hope, wholeness, you need to find a way to be in covenant, in partnership closer that words and longer than one life who know that secret — give it away for free. This is not a new idea that only occurred after the Fall, after the bullets and whip and the shackle. No. From the very first, god’s first and last idea and again this and every morning, is that life is for free and will not run out. So give it away.

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Refuge Ministries brings the praise in Davis Chapel.

The next morning Connectors from other such communities gathered in the jewell-like Davis Chapel of Baptist hospital for worship, not lecture or instruction. The Refuge Mission from Surry County brought the music of praise, while Rev. Dr. Anthony Jones managed to squeeze Baptist fire and thunder into a hospital-sized serving of the story of the woman healed by the touch of Jesus rags (he was too poor for anything else, Anthony noted).

The universe said amen. Of course, it did.

Saturday was the most remarkable bubbling stew of hope where hope has been served up for 153 years on the campus at Shaw University. Shaw was built to raise up prophetic pastors of power to let justice roll and intelligence to lay out the plumbing. Every generation has had to catch fire again, find it’s courage and speak truth first to each other and then to the ever-hostile powers of the world around. Shaw sits a short stroll from where the NC Legislature meets; as dumb and mean-spirited a gaggle on any planet within many light years.

Shaw is never surprised by the mean and the dumb. But it is surprised at how hard it is to channel some of the super abundance in the world into the cash reserves of this, the very first of the great Black colleges in the South, the very first four-year medical school anywhere (Harvard copied it in a few years). If the world built for expansive generosity, why is it so hard to find money? It turns out that the hard part is remembering what the money is for; not the bricks or the stuff it buys. There is no gap in listing what. The key is the why it matters.

Once you remember the why, you still have to do the work of communicating it in clean, sharp language. You have to get everybody’s name spelled correctly on the mailing lists. You have to hire somebody to plug in the computer and make a decent brochure. But your work is all illuminated by the why; and it helps if that why is aligned with the universe—the geniverse.

Saturday night we were blessed as guests of the astonishing Isasi family at a thundering gala for  SECCA in Winston-Salem, held in the old Hanes family mansion. Once a pillar of the old Southern way, on this night, it was a festival celebrating Cuban art and culture—and what it has meant to the new southern reality. Jose Isasi has been in Winston-Salem for 43 years, now joined by his three sisters. The feast was no regular fried chicken; no, it was Isasi family recipes! He’s the publisher of Que Pasa, the Spanish Language newspaper published in the major cities of North Carolina, a large part of the reason our hospital has been drawn so deeply into the life, work and future of the Hispanic community.

In the geniverse, the energy and all that matters will always find its way toward what wants to happen next. That’s why they are called generations. The one and only key is to align one’s work—all of it, every bit—with the logic of the ever-creating, ever generous Spirit. When you look like that because you are like that, everything flows, just as it does in other billions of billions of planets like ours. That’s how it works.

It hard to remember that when the mean and the dumb are thumping their hollow chests with the teeny weeny little hearts. Let them preen; they are already being left behind as the rest of the generous planet goes on weaving a stronger and more vital “us”  out of all the broken threads.

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Astonishing

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Melissa Jones, Actress, embodies the words and pathos of Natural Shocks as only a professional–and a woman–could.

“As birds flying he scattereth the snow, and the falling down thereof is as the lighting of grasshoppers. The eye marvelleth at the beauty of the whiteness thereof, and the heart is astonished at the raining of it.”

      The Wisdom of Joshua the Son of Sirach (43:17-18 KJV)

The word “astonishing” bounced around web last week in connection to the staged readings of Natural Shocks, the, well, astonishing, play by Lauren Gunderson. It is about guns wielded by those we tried to love, about fear and terrible choices by love splattered across years and precious moments. It’s a tornado of a play on every level touching down in 104 theaters from Orlando to Marin to New York (www.naturalshocks.org).

The picture above is of the….astonishing….embodied reading offered to 150 stunned members of the audience in our Green Street Methodist Church in Winston-Salem, NC. From the tears and gasps during the reading, you could feel it lance old wounds and release deeply held sorrow in the only way humans ever do—in the presence of others who know, love, fear and hope together. My daughter–Lauren–was my sister (and teacher)  in the work of healing.

The language of Natural Shocks ranges from raw to brilliant to metaphorical and back again, subtly erasing any distance between actress and audience; all of us drawn in closer to each other.

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Jenny Marshall, mom, teacher and candidate for US Congress, speaks of her experience with guns as Melissa Jones looks on. Green Street United Methodist Church, April 20, 2018

Today a dozen of us were back in the same space. The morning light blew through the windows like a Turner painting. But there were no famous people (other than Jesus, I suppose). Kelly gave a a quietly brilliant sermon about a scripture we all have heard (about love from Corinthians 13). We shared some torn pieces of bread and drank juice from a pottery chalice.

Nothing spectacular; just the kind of astonishment that Sirach had in mind; the kind you have to present to in order for it to work its mundane power.

Robert Farrar Capon’s book, The Astonished Heart speaks to both kinds of wonder, that offered up by Lauren and Kelly, by Melissa and Maria Jones (actress and her pastor Mother). “Most of the preaching I hear in the contemporary church is so bereft of … astonishment—so shriveled down to platitudes about life enhancement and moral uplift, so vapidly “spiritual”, to un-earthy, so unlike Jesus whose words leap like grasshoppers and devour like fire—that its too tame to raise even a single hair.”

He continues, “We are in a war between dullness and astonishment. Not between conservative and liberal, not between peasant and intellectual—and, above all, not between believer and non-believer.”

Capon died in 2013 at 87. His obituary in the New York Times noted that he dismissed most forms of conspicuous religious piety, construed the Gospels as a radical manifesto for freedom, and for better or worse championed what he called “the astonishing oddness of the world.”

Many of us gathered in the 104 places made sacred by authentic language washed in the shared pathos of angry lament came near despair of rolling back the weird strutting power of the NRA: an hour’s worth of true words in the avalanche of cynically manipulated Big Data.

Big data can predict but not astonish. It can tell us what is likely, but not what is possible. In the dulling hands of a rented cynic, data can blow fog into the most obvious things (women should not be afraid of being shot by their husbands; children should not have to practice hiding under their desks from automatic weapons).  Of course, you don’t need the internet to stampede people into the fog of fear; you can do it with crackling AM radio, just ask the Rwandans, killed by their neighbors. Worry about it the electronic power. But don’t fear it.

Love drives out fear just as light makes darkness impossible just as hope rolls away despair. The thing about love, light and hope is that they are social; they emerge and exist only where people connect to each other. Only whether we touch, make eye contact, move from autonomy to solidarity and move again to release our newfound common energy into action.

Raising political will is as mundane as the falling snow, which, Sirach says, “the heart is astonished at its raining.” Actual political organizing is dull as old snow, more like the department of motor vehicles than storming the Bastille. It is sometimes goofy, occasionally silly. Slow.

But if you know what you’re witnessing, there is nothing more amazing to watch is the actual movement among the people.

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North Carolina Cherry Burl natural edge bowl. I turned this after letting it season for two years and was simply astonished by the grain and complexity within. You can find this one on my “druiddelight” site. 

Up close to the process you can see the moving people like you can see the grain and drift of the flakes in the falling snow. It reminds me of the silent wonder in the grain of the cherry burl I found up in the high country mountains west of here nearly two years ago. It has aged in the corner of our garage, mysterious, waiting to be opened up for its second life. The band saw whined and I felt like Sirach as the split apple left me astonished with the wonder of its beauty. It isn’t pretty, actually. But it is  astonishing. (You can buy that cherry burl Bowl, with the money going to March for our Lives here )

Natural Shocks raised money, as well as energy ($1,643 just in our little gathering). Jenny Marshall, a mom and teacher, is running for Congress in an intractably locked-in seat. She spoke of her experience with guns, which involved taking a service revolver from a distraught officer threatening his family. She left the gathering with a bit more energy for another day of campaigning. We registered a handful of people who hadn’t gotten around to it, yet. Maybe the spirit will burn all the way till November.

No big deal; but way bigger than Big Data. What matters most is what counts.

 

 

 

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Democracy in three acts

IMG_1126“This is what democracy looks like!” we chanted as we sloshed around downtown Winston-Salem through the late Spring wet snow. Thousands of moms, dad, sisters and brothers had huddled under umbrellas as one startling young voice after another took aim at the NRA and any one of the legislators who takes money from them. There was grief, but mostly anguished anger. Our senators Burr and Tillis are among the top national recipients of NRA money. Our congresswoman gives herself away for nearly free, but sleeps with the same political fleas.

The morning before the march, the county Democratic party met in a high school named Parkland getting the groaning, clanking machinery of democracy in gear. Party politics is incredibly mundane and prosaic; very, very normal people doing the next required political thing for no money at all. Amazing it happens at all. In our county a key reason is attorney Eric Ellison whose brother is a congressman from Minnesota. Eric is in the deep red territory of North Carolina, but fighting just as brilliant and tenacious fight way out of the spotlight.

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Jenny Marshall hoping to be the Democratic candidate for NC 5 District of the US House.

Every single Democratic candidate for school board, sheriff, city and county offices spoke, seeking support and energy. The very first may have been most important, Jenny Marshall, a school teacher speaking with precision about why she is running for the first time for Congress. DD Adams, her primary opponent, is more used to revving up the crowd as a City Councilwoman. Either one will struggle for votes outside the city in a district that runs to the Virginia line, but the winds of change are high and like thousands of women running this year, they are drawing from a deep well of energy.

The county and state party has more money on hand than ever before in its history at this stage in an election cycle, so there is good reason to feel hopeful about breaking the republican majority in congress and the supermajority at the state level where the regressive actions have reached absurd lengths. At least it’s a fair fight; all a grown-up wants.

You can feel the wind shifting, the block and tackling stiffen as the sails snap to catch it.

This is exactly what democracy looks like.

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This picture has hung in the halls of Shaw University for a hundred years as a witness the power never concedes without a well-educated demand.

Fredrick Douglas, born two hundred years ago, inspired generations of African American leaders in far bitter circumstances: “If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one; or it may be a physical one; or it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle. Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will.” He would see Cambridge Analytica as poofs compared to slaveholding Klan and disdain any who feared the battle with such. Quit whining; go vote.

He lived long enough to see Shaw University rise off the tortured southern ground in Raleigh to educate thousands. Friday the National Academies of Science held one of its formal workshops in Boyd Chapel to study the role of faith-based assets and the health of the whole population, black, white, brown, in or out of fashion. President Dr. Paulette Dillard told the story of Shaw’s iconic history as a Baptist mission to becoming the first four-year medical school in the nation. That history has been a winding and fraught road buffeted by the continual gales of racism and privilege, including losing that proud medical school at the raw hands of the Flexner Reforms (while the little two-year program up the road at Wake Forest passed through).

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Dr. Prabhjot Singh opens the National Academies of Science workshop on faith-based assets in Boyd Chapel at Shaw University.

Douglas’ picture hangs outside her office at Shaw because of another quote: ““It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.” While we obviously have hundreds of broken men in positions of political power today, Douglas would focus on raising up the young. He would be cheer the young voices filling the public square, rising up strong and sharp, and clap as Emma wielded silence like a scalpel.

Saturday afternoon I gathered with others in Winston-Salem, one of 800 marches around the world to call BS on the politicians. I had seen one of the speakers before, this 14-year old young woman asking the adults to protect her generation from irrational violence.  Twenty years ago she had been my daughter Lauren at the microphone after Columbine. She, with bullets still flying, is a mom, afraid for her own kids. Back then a ridiculous radio blow-hard named Neal Boortz tried to bully her on his stupid show. It is amazing that poorly educated adults always underestimate brilliantly formed students. She challenged Boortz to a debate, which he ducked, of course. She called BS, confident she’d have the last word given their ages. She is now the most produced playwright in America, while he is blogging somewhere on the edges. He’s the same age as the fellow living in our white house, which makes the point that soon the whole generation of ridiculous blow-hards will pass.

In the meantime a gaggle of idiots has risen up to be voted out. That will not happen by magic, not on TV or Facebook or even in political conventions. It happens in the voting booth, usually when one citizen has asked another to show up and vote.

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President Paulette Dillard of Shaw University speaks to the long tenacity of the Shaw witness to hope and intelligence.

There is angst about the power of computer manipulation and dirty political money. But what could be more American than dirty politics, from counting Frederick Douglas as 3/5th human to the shamelessness of Alabama literacy test to New York’s famously fraudulent voter lists. You don’t have to join them, but you do have to beat them the old fashioned way, one vote one at a time. Facebook manipulations swaying merely a percent here or there are minor compared to the old frauds. Our electoral abyss is entirely on us, the grown-ups who have allowed such transparent piffle to get within cheating range of office. We whine about the billionaires’ money, but we moderates spend billions on hamburgers and wine; plenty to fund any political action needed to stabilize our melting democracy.

The Republicans should, of course, be ashamed of themselves. They deserve the certain bitter flood of revulsion for what they’ve done with the party of Lincoln (who Douglas served in the same White House where John Bolton now runs loose).

That’s not my problem; I’m personally ashamed of my grown-ups, the ones who have allowed ourselves to be out-spent and out-organized by the NRA twenty years after Columbine. Those folks are always going to be present on the edges of the big tent of America. But we should be ashamed before our children that we permitted them to rent the kitchen of democracy.

I’m especially embarrassed as one of the generation of faith leaders who have allowed the gospel of justice and mercy to be out-organized by the same kind of religious Pharisees that killed Jesus. People like Franklin Graham are a problem; but we’re the problem for allowing his ilk to pimp the gospel of mercy into a right wing jailhouse punk.

It is a long time till November. Expect more hand-wringing from adults who will, of course, profess shock over the other shootings certain to ricochet here and there across the villages in the next months. We could wait for the next rounds of bullets to march again. I promise you, they don’t care about us walking around the block. It is the ballots.

Elections are about one citizen getting more votes than another. So go find a decent human running for office and give them your time and some money.

Find out what precinct you are in and who the chair of the democratic party there is—and ask to help. Address some postcard, knock on a couple dozen doors. Don’t forget to give them some money, too. You’ll find there about a dozen nice people involved in most precincts, so you’ll immediately be a jolt of welcome energy. You’ll like it.

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Stained glass in Boyd Chapel. I think that bird looks serious.

Democracy is about who shows up. So show up with enough intelligence and energy to be attractive to at least one other voter who might catch enough whiff of hope to show up, too. Make sure they register to vote. Then remember to call them in November with an offer to give them a ride to vote.

It will feel good and hopeful; you’ll probably find yourself doing it more than once.

This is what democracy feels like.

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