Finding Our Bearings

mapbigHow do we find our bearings when we are so far off the known map? Last week I reflected on how bearings were the things we rest our weight on when times are mean. We humans simply must bear each others’ burdens. This is the essence of being human, rather than some other animal that only hurts, breaks down and takes what they can grab. Those lesser mammals are scary, but easily and always defeated by the kind that bears each other up, that tends to our wounded to inspire confidence and coherence.

Bearing means another thing, also helpful in this deeply confused and anxious time. We’ve lost our bearings, wandered off the map. The mariners drew dragons on the edges of their maps to warn the lost. We can see dragons from where we’ve drifted; just turn on the TV. Where do we find our bearings in these uncharted times?

You wouldn’t think it would be possible to lose our way on such a small blue marble of a planet. The problem is that the planet is so small that we can’t find any place where there are only people like our little tribe and no others. We need to find our way into working relationships with those who do not share everything and that we cannot beat into line.

Billy Graham dedicated his every breath to persuading everyone on the blue marble to agree with what he considered life and death and obvious: Jesus. At the end of a century of very serious effort, he got nearly everyone’s attention, but not their agreement. And many who did agree do not yet show they understood the kind and forgiving Jesus that animated Billy through his years.

People of such certainty as Reverend Graham are like a Rorschach test, telling us more through our response than their own witness. Some remember him helping pay Dr. King’s bail out of the Birmingham jail; others remember his voice like a sledgehammer on their teen ears. Gene Matthews, my health policy lawyer buddy from UNC-Chapel Hill, came from the same place as Billy. His  dad knew Billy’s dad and remembers in elementary school in South Carolina that his teacher stopped class and had them put their heads down on the table to listen to the very young Billy on the radio. Gene turned out alright, serving as the General Counsel for the CDC through six Directors over nearly three decades. But many who heard Billy still wince.

I’m guessing that Reverend Graham would be more open and kind than many of the politicians eager for a photo op by his casket. Most religious leaders are more creative thinkers than their followers, especially the ones that turn their ideas into “fundamentals.” Of course, every faith leader should be expected to believe their own stuff enough to want others agree. But every religion has a mean and dangerous side, as well as an attractive and transformative one. Thee Smith, one of my colleagues from Emory, said that one of the key tasks of any religious leader is to try to make their religion safe for the rest of the world who do not share it.

Nobody—not even Billy Graham—can convince everybody on the Blue Marble to believe anything close to the same thing as long as it keeps spinning. Many religious leaders die at the hands of somebody who agrees with them on almost everything. They die for showing tolerance to somebody slightly more different than one of their own finds tolerable. Jesus, Gandhi, Martin, Malcolm were all killed by people who worshipped the same way. Some Lutheran clergy can still get fired for praying in public at the kind of community events we’ve seen following Parkland horrors.

Religious identity remains a useful blunt instrument with which to pummel others who stand in the way of something some 1% wants. However, we humans continue to diversify even as we become more intimately entangled with each other. We eat food grown by, work on machines made by, drive on highways shared with, fly on planes piloted by and are nursed by those we do not expect to worship like us. Not in 2018.


Foothills Free Clinic in Wilkesboro, NC. About the most mundane place for miracles since the Pool at Bethesda. I think Jesus would have liked that the clinic borrows the Wifi from the tattoo parlor.

These days you just never know whose hands you might find on the the plough next to ours. The Foothills Free Clinic in Wilkesboro, NC is driven by the generous practicality of tough hill people of faith. The key volunteer is Dr. Ernest Cohn, an integrated medicine practitioner and chiropractor who is Jewish. More than a thousand of his neighbors—probably not Jewish—owe their lives to this clinic, now a working partner of the hospital called Baptist that I work for.

Any agency, public, private or faith-based who has a mandate to care for any real place–any real city, any real state, any real neighborhood—must figure out how to make this radical diversity an asset.  On the ground where the poor are trying to find any hope at all, the people who care need every type of person of every persuasion to share the care. The practical daily labor involved in advancing the health of that place depends on aligning all the assets of all those motivated to help.

Weaving difference is an essential competence of anyone trying to heal anything more complicated than one organ system on one occasion. Even there you may damage the human involved even as you get the surgery right, if you make unfounded assumptions about who they are. Pause the knife to ask if the person’s faith is an asset or complication in what you are hoping to do with their organ. Do they believe something that will interfere, or perhaps accelerate, the healing modality?

As soon as you try to do anything beyond one event in one organ in one human, you simply must use the arts of collaboration with eyes wide open for the durable complexity of human populations. Here you look for the social structures of faith that mediate the dynamics that might keep us apart. Those social structures of faith—some 300,000 communities of Spirit in the United States alone—not only buffer, but nurture the capacities for collaboration and compassion.


Counsellor Anita Holmes in the main hallway of Leonard Hall, built as a medical school, not the Divinity School of Shaw University.

How do we work with those social structures of faith in collaboration with government and private entities such as hospitals? Good question. That’s exactly the question that the National Academies of Science Roundtable on Population Health is addressing on March 22nd in a special workshop exploring faith-based assets and population health. The free, one-day public workshop will explore challenges and opportunities for health sector actors that engage with “faith-based health assets.” These organizations and social structures, in the form of congregations and religious community service networks, collaborate with others in communities, including health systems and public health agencies, to improve the conditions for health and well-being. There will be voices of many faiths including Muslim, Jewish Sikh, B’hai and varieties of Christian.

Please visit the registration page to sign up for the workshop or the live webcast and visit our meeting page for more information (additional resources will be posted before the workshop).


Leonard Hall, Shaw University, Raleigh, NC.

Shaw University is the perfect place to explore this beyond the chirpy happy talk that often marks discussions of collaboration. Shaw sprung from the bitterly tough minded hope of the post-Civil War black faith, barely around the corner from slavery at the hands of white Presbyterians. They knew racism of every kind–structural, informal, legal, illegal, cultural, subtle and full-bodied screaming, complete with the strange fruit of lynching. And so they created a school. This included a school for preachers, but those preacher-students helped lay the bricks for a school of medicine. Almost at the same time Harvard did, Shaw had a four year school with a hospital on campus. That school was closed by the Flexner Commission, which was charged with standardizing medical education, but went one lap further, taking the opportunity to scrub out nearly all the annoyingly persistent and impertinent Black schools. Wake Forest, up the road with a far lesser story, made it through, so we have the $3 Billion medical center today, not Shaw. Strange institutional fruit, indeed. Yet Shaw persists in its hopeful work today as the embodiment—not of an institutional lynching—but of tough-minded, “gonna-find-a-way” equipping of the People.

Consider coming to Shaw on March 22nd. Who knows what will happen? Who knows what we’ll be able to see together? I suspect we’ll help each other find our bearings.




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cckdxHow do we bear it? I don’t mean put up with whatever annoys us, but….how do we sustain life itself amid the traumas, bruises and faults that define the human journey so fraught with frailty?  Some are too public to imagine: high school kids live streaming a semi-automatic weapon fired in a social studies classroom. Others are too intimate; praying with my brother’s immediate family as his ashes are committed to the ground, only forty feet from where his oldest daughter already lies. Bearing.

My dad, an engineer, knew about bearings—the most finely refined part of any machine where weight is born, friction managed and motion made possible. If the bearing is lost or locked, everything blows across the landscape in seconds. A bridge rests on bearings between the superstructure, which has to shift and the foundation, which can’t possibly move at all. He designed the “blue bridge” that was built in 1940 across the Mississippi at LaCrosse, Wisconsin. Still carries 7,000 cars a day. Good bearings.

Human communities are built to bear each other’s burdens. We would never have  lasted long enough to even compete to fight with any other mammals without being able to bear each other. Our mother’s bore us and have to bear our frailties even unto and through teen years (almost unbearable). The bearings of human life are where we absorb each other’s weight, friction is managed and motion made possible. If we cannot organize ourselves to bear each others’ burdens, everything blows across the landscape before our eyes.

That is exactly what is before our eyes on every screen today.

Whose job is it to bear the burdens of the very young and frail, sad and vulnerable, the stranger and those loose from their people, the immigrants?

How will we bear it?

The National Academies of Science Roundtable on Population Health Improvement will hold a full-day public exploration of one key point of bearing, collaboration between the structures of healthcare, public health and faith. If you wanted to disable a society, this collaboration/bearing would be the one to destroy, which is happening before our eyes. The failure of religious leadership to lend strength to the social fabric makes it impossible for the whole to stand. The question before us is not how to start from scratch in building the collaboration, but strengthening the bearings that may be rusted.

You’ll be welcome to join this discussion at Shaw University, Raleigh, North Carolina,  March 22nd 8:30am to 5:00pm.  The free, one-day public workshop will explore challenges and opportunities for health sector actors that engage with “faith-based health assets.” These organizations and social structures, in the form of congregations and religious community service networks, collaborate with others in communities, including health systems and public health agencies, to improve the conditions for health and well-being. The workshop will:

  1. provide an overview of faith-based assets in communities and their relationship to population health and the work of health improvement;
  2. highlight areas where faith-based health assets are using evidence to inform their work and demonstrating effectiveness in improving health outcomes;
  3. provide examples of effective partnerships involving faith-based health assets; and
  4. share lessons learned from working with faith-based assets that could contribute toward principles for engagement for health care organizations and public health agencies.

Please visit the registration page to sign up for the workshop or the live webcast and visit the meeting page for more information (additional resources will be posted before the workshop).

You’d think we’d already know all this but it turns out that we humans have to learn even the most basic arts of life every single generation. There could be nothing more normal than the practical arts of collaboration between these different kinds of structures built for the sharing of burdens—and the preventing of burdens. But these collaborative arts are a bit forgotten in our time, and need to be reclaimed, sort of like wheel bearings need to be repacked from time to time.

It is not hard to map the needs, and not much harder to run the list of programs that might rise to the task. It requires a high art of leadership to see all the assets and how they might be appropriately brought into alignment with each other. Alignment means more than money. You can rent (but not buy) a congregation. You can fuel, but not purchase, the capacities of public health science. And while there seems to be no end to the cost of healthcare, there is a profound limit to what money alone can do to drive quality and be trusted enough to be accessible in any meaningful way.

This one day is about seeing the assets of the structures of faith and what we can learn about the arts of collaboration. Not what they might do in parallel, but what they might do together. It is about how we might bear each others’ burdens so that we can together bear the burdens of what the Bible calls the People, the Public of public health, the humans in the population, whom hospitals are now supposed to be making healthy.

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Cagn Cochrane is an artist with an engineer’s love of structure capable of bearing up the human journey.

The different ways of speaking of bearing point toward Michael Wear, who has thought harder and more clearly than most anyone about finding the voice of normal Christian public witness. He served along with Joshua Dubois in the White House office of Faith-Based and Community Partnerships. He has  lamented about the failure of the Democratic Party, including a certain United Methodist named Hillary, to actively include the progressives of faith as visible allies. There were probably enough in Cleveland to flip that state, if they’d only been asked. His new book, Reclaiming Hope, lays out the case for how to speak in public about the public without abandoning the energy and language of normal faith. In an article for Christianity Today he distills his counsel down to a few pages as he looks to Paul and the ragged gaggle of the early church for precedent for how to work in a highly polarized and contentious time:

“Into this polarized environment, Paul instructs them to do something radical, something completely contrary to everything polarization promotes: They ought to “carry one another’s burdens; in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ” (Gal. 6:2, CSB).

“Everyone together is part of a community as children of the same God, and therefore they ought to “carry one another’s burdens.”

Wear says that “a nation is a different sort of community, but it is a community all the same. The call to carry another’s burden is an extraordinary one, but these are extraordinary times. In our increasingly polarized nation, when many elected officials and their strategists believe they need to listen only to those who already agree with them, we must carry our neighbors’ burdens into politics with our own.”


How long will do we have to bear it? This brings us to the last bear,  which comes from Dr. Joycelyn Elder, another United Methodist from Arkansas. She used to say that, for those seeking the health of the whole community, the work is like dancing with a bear; you don’t stop when you get tired; you stop when the bear gets tired.



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DSC00059It happens. We humans and our systems are what moves through us, defined mostly by how we handle the process, especially how the movement affects those around us. We eat, so we poop; we drink, so we pee. But at some point, not on the floor. My first grandson is learning all about this so he can begin attending preschool. Charlie is very smart with help from parents who he knows love him. It’s his passage to navigate so he’ll figure it out, go to school and then navigate the trillion other passages every human does for better or worse. He’ll help someone else potty train someday.

I was observing all this at the same time i noticed my elected officials learn about their errors in impulse control. A lot has moved through our collective body in recent months, much of it onto the floor. It reminds me less of Charlie’s honorable efforts and more like watching gorillas in the Atlanta zoo throwing excrement at each other to pass the time. That was disgusting, so dragged my young children away from the spectacle. But there was glass to keep the flying crap among the gorillas. We have no glass between us and these guys. So here we are, barely into the second week of the new year with crap all over you, me, our institutions, laws, internet, churches and kids.

We have age limits for elected offices so the most basic behaviors might sink in before someone’s unseated urges can splatter. We don’t count on that, so we also have laws. But laws don’t work very well, except for the most extreme cases (collusion, treason, bribery and sexual abuse of 14-year olds). Even then, laws are difficult, expensive and adversarial, so they can get in the way of groups designed to disagree but find a common course of action. In a sense, politics is more like our bowels than brain, processing all the mess and wonder of human community. We want them unafraid to talk frankly, though hopefully in private, about at all we need talked about at in our complex human systems and then do the best they can. Not everything legal is smart enough; not everything dumb, illegal. We live in the grey, or to follow the metaphor where you know it’s going, the brown.

It is amazing how little of human behavior is hard wired, automatically adapted to the circumstances. We have to learn almost everything and usually the hard way, by experience. Emilie, the cat who lives with Charlie and Asa, does not need potty training. She she realized the litter box was the plastic substitute for her instinctual place to safely hide her waste, it went quickly and involved no drama. Humans have a lot more kinds of a lot more dangerous kinds of crap. We leave plastic that will last for hundreds of year collecting in the oceans so thickly you can nearly walk the waves. Far more dangerously, we crap all sorts of things in the sky. And we crap in the water we need to drink. We are not hard wired to not do such suicidally stupid things. We act as if anything really dangerous is impossible; but it turns out that we can actually make Florida disappear.

DSC00050Humans depend almost entirely on collective discernment to find our way. We talk. For most of our short history, we did this with almost no words, rather like the gorillas or elephants, moving across the Savannah. We found our way out of Africa all the way to Patagonia without Congress. Might not have made it, if they had one. But they had to talk, for the consequences of bad decisions were ultimate for the group. Bad decisions now risk making all human life ultimately impossible. The cockroaches might make it; but not Charlie, Asa or their kids.

The very young have diapers so they don’t have to think very hard about consequences. Politicians think of lawyers that way; protective concealment after the impulsive deed. But in human systems there are no diapers, no concealment, only consequences.

So we have norms to guide us in managing what flows through. We use words. These are augmented by deeply rooted intuition about whether the other humans can be trusted to use their words in ways that are roughly fair and not deceptive cover for blunt power. We count even on those who are different and may even compete with us to use facts and line them up with logic. Then, together, we can go beyond whatever feels good in the moment and letting the crap fall wherever gravity takes it afterward. It’s not as precise as the law implies, but any three-year old learns this, or they can’t survive in pre-school. Almost any mammal our size is stronger and meaner. But we can talk.


The pendulum swings surely and utterly true.

Dr. Steve De Gruchy died way too young just short of seven years ago next month in one of his beloved South African rivers. He was a spirit at heart of the lively stream of thought about “religious health assets.” He would have been the star of the National Academies of Science workshop on that subject by the March 22nd. He called us to remember our mother tongue of public good and social justice. He spoke like a mother sometimes; he was the first scholar to use the word “shit” in an academic forum, appropriately reflecting on how to do theology in a time of cholera, the time in which we still live. His still-stunning paper is still ahead of us  and appropriate to our time of public potty training (here). Steve had some unprocessed crap in his own life, of course. He was, like all of us , wiser about others’ than his own. But, oh, how clearly he saw us. “There is only one stream of water. What passes through the bodies of humans passes through the bodies of animals, insects and plants, h flushes through our sanitation systems, flows through the rivers, seeps through wetlands, rises to the heavens to become clouds, and returns to nourish us and all living things. There is no life outside this cycle, and theology has to get real about it. Talking spirit without talking water is meaningless. It is the theological equivalent of the miasmic theory of disease.”

And there is only one public, the one in which we must find our way.

I’ve learned from Charlie that when the movement is trying to happen, deliberative thinking is not as helpful as you’d think. Clarity about consequences—what is going to happen…….matters more. Aim over here!

I’ve noticed that anxiety, especially about embarrassment, makes embarrassment more likely, whether it’s poop or tweet.

I’ve noticed that you only learn from those you trust; and even then it can be hard to hear. My grandson told my daughter, “mommy, you are not my hero!” But peristalsis– and elections or pitchforks–will out. Nothing stays in.  Everything comes out.

This seems to be the hardest thing for those not doing the pooping to understand, for we come to share in the anxiety, which is mostly about our embarrassment. This is certainly true in 2018 among Americans of voting age. Of course, the man is an embarrassment, of course he is moving through the system toward an indecorous end. Human systems—even those with lots of marble, helicopters and brass—are just ways of getting things in….and out.

Pretty much the only thing the “helpers” can do in the process is point toward the pot at the critical moment. And we must not forget to praise the one doing the pooping when they eventually do the right thing. I’m thinking of Congress here, which is missing more than hitting the pot these days. But should they accidentally do the right thing in coming days, make sure they get some positive feedback.

We’ll have years, probably decades cleaning our current crap up. But the most helpful thing to do is to lower the shaming, deflate the anxiety, assure the ones shouting loudest they are still part of the tribe. We need some grown-ups, not geniuses.

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So many other things to do with our time once we master the arts of the potty.

Don’t forget that all of us were—and will again, should we live long enough—be the poopee. We’ve all strongly held irrationally wrong ideas at some point and lent our energy to movements later proven toxic. We’ve been timidly quiet when we should have spoken. We learn humility in same messy way we learn everything else. Humility is be the most dearly won lesson of all, paid by the pain of others who we hurt with our crap.

So skip the victory dance and help clean up.


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Spirit Gap

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Walnut planted just beneath Beatrice Stone, names after my mother, a geology major who would have loved the sculpted slope of the Blue Ridge. Thanks to Jim Cochrane for the edit on the photo.

This year I found myself reaching for language more medieval than modern; words like craven, vile, mendacious. I’m ending the year speaking of kindness. Having regressed toward meanness further than I thought possible, I’m hoping we ascend toward kindness.

Jonas Salk taught us that when the dysfunction of one era grows so profound, we must turn from fixing them, to preparing ourselves to live on the other side of the discontinuity. The dysfunctions take care of themselves in the way that we see happening in the mutual assured destruction of Roy Moore and the Mooch, not the mention the Discontinuity in Chief.

The picture is of a young walnut planted this week at our tiny place in Fancy Gap, an hour north of Winston-Salem where the Blue Ridge was pushed up by the collision with Africa a third of billion years ago. The stone ridge is a sharp and impassible discontinuity a third of a mile high, making it difficult for normal commerce to flow from Virginia to the Piedmont.  What you need in discontinuity is a way from here to there—you need a gap to head for. The fog catches in the crook of the mountains, so the natives, more honest than the settlers, called it foggy gap.

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View south toward Winston-Salem from the ridge of Foggy Gap. Africa was one attached just off to the left.

Today you can blow up and over the interstate at 75 miles an hour, except when the fog catches, then you’ll be moving at 20 with eyes glued to the white lines. A couple miles east, you can still come up old US 52, once one of the most accident strewn highways in all the land. Down below it, you can still see the old rutted path the settlers carved out. They liked it so much they called it “fancy.” This kind of gap lets you rise 1,500 feet in the air.

We need to focus on finding the gap in our days and measuring our steps in light of where we are heading. Let the agents of chaos feed on themselves and their elaborate fears. Let us focus on what might come next, how we will find and then settle on the other side of the great discontinuity after this latest preposterous thing has hit with a thud and puff of dust.

Dr. Bill Foege once helped the Interfaith Health Program develop a “five gap theory of change” based on this mountain paradigm.

  • Knowledge. The first gap lies between things we know and what we use. Medicine still has an average 17 year gap between discovery and wide implementation. Justice can take centuries.
  • Values. The second gap occurs between commitments we already believe and their new relevance to the current possibilities. Jefferson had an ancient vision of a decentralized food and energy economy safe for democracy. We believed it; now it’s possible because of solar’s sudden and overwhelming cost-effectiveness.
  • Spread. This one lies between success in one community and broad application in others. This is usually different than the knowledge gap above, as the reasons for success are usually not even understood where it happened. (Nobody has replicated the Memphis Model, yet.)
  • Relationships. This one lies between people we know and those we could know, especially those we thought different and distant, now merely adjacent enough for coffee.
  • Time. The last gap is between our immediate needs—often framed by fear—and the needs of those who come later. Bill said that we need to be good ancestors, which is what I think of when my fingers are in the dirt of the walnut roots. Geologic things happen fast these days, entire continents melting and flooding. The First People asked about the seventh generation. Not many modern grandparents think of two, but Charlie and Asa are likely citizens of the 22nd century when the waters are predicted to already be high.

In radical discontinuity, change can happen at hyperkinetic speed. But change born of fear is rarely adaptive. Sustained change is carried on hopes of kindness and decency. That sounds exactly as delusional as a decentralized energy economy, which now seems merely a couple of decades from being the new normal.

IMG_0154Expect positive discontinuities. And then live into them. Let the dead past bury the dead past, said Jesus. He left to go find his followers while leaving an angel to give a clue to those coming to the grave, “Why are you looking for the Living among the dead?”

Doug McGaughey and Jim Cochrane are citizens of the possible, driving the foundation pilings deep into philosophical bedrock as only seasoned scholars can. They have just released a book of carefully crafted depth, The Human Spirit: Groundwork (available here in Ebook form from Sun Press). They discern that our radical discontinuity is born of fantastic thinking and nihilism that currently serves the agents of chaos so well. The untethered nature of our thought can only be helped by tethering it to something durable and worthy on the other side of discontinuity. I happen to know that the book arose out of a kind of called bluff. The National Research Council of South Africa had been listening to the work around religious health assets and finally asked if that theory could be applied to the unhinged violence among younger men in impossibly difficult townships in South Africa—and for comparison, Memphis. Right away, we knew the language of religion, faith, spirituality were gossamer and gauze; we needed something tougher and common. The answer was Spirit, forged from the philosophical iron of Kant and fire of African understanding that all humans have spirit capacity more like Energy than thought. Spirit turns out to be the rock on which we can build the new.

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It takes a lot of tools and a lot of mess to do things.

This week I was speaking to friends involved in the latest iteration of the long-held dream about communities of health, wellness, wholeness. These are ancient dreams that have captured and carried many of us when young and still hold us now that we are….seasoned. This is true of  people like Tyler Norris and me, back when we had lots of hair. Now we are grown-ups; he heads the big new Wellbeing Trust ( which is mobilizing even bigger foundations to converge on a dream of wellness-at-scale. Much of this is animated by the extraordinarily nuanced skill of Chris Paterson and his band of weavers at the Community Initiatives ( They and other friends at the Rippel Foundation (“seeding innovations in health”) are testing out a model of 7 “conditions” on which such dreams might manifest.

We were talking amid the spiritual richness of the season, so starkly contrasting with the spiritual bankruptcy of the year, so it was impossible to miss missing condition: Spirit. We need none of the old cold religious plodding that gives the Saints such a bad name or the smarmy plastic kind Budweiser and Walmart peddle. But where do we expect the bold and vital to emerge, if not from the universal capacities of Spirit found in every human that ever makes a sacrifice for another? What puts things in motion?  Only a community of spirit imagines a way out of no way and refuses to let the ocean rise over their children’s hopes uncontested. And we are not lost; not at all. The positive discontinuity is everywhere, abounding, infiltrating, subverting the glacial despair, mocking the powerful in their tinseled hotels. Living forward, maybe even planting some trees whose roots will go deep into ancient stone raising up hardwood branches fit for life in the 25th century.

Gloves colour-on-bwPay attention to the gloves in the picture; the future lies in the dirt. Plant some long-lived trees. And go to your party precinct meeting for election day is coming soon (click here for the time and date countdown).

Some ask how this kind of slender, tender hope will scale fast enough. They want “everyone on the same page”, at the “table,” “in their lane”–coordinated. It is a favorite fantasy.

Movements of Spirit are always how things scale in complex human systems. This is how Wesley and his movement ended slavery, how Gandhi and his millions ended colonialism, how Tutu and his tens of millions ended apartheid. It’s how Colin Miller and his Twin City Harm Reduction Collective are driving the harm reduction campaign out of Green Street United Methodist in Winston-Salem.

Human scale means continents and intimacy enlivened with creative imagination carried on the Spirit.

It works.

It is the only thing that works.

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Song of a new humanity


Martin, Jesus, Floods and Cancer

Tanks roll through Memphis toward another war somewhere.

Before free shipping, seasonal tweets, bleats and burps, Mary sang.

His mercy extends to those who fear him,
from generation to generation.
 He has performed mighty deeds with his arm;
he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts.
 He has brought down rulers from their thrones
but has lifted up the humble.
He has filled the hungry with good things
but has sent the rich away empty. (Luke 1: 46ff)

She she saw that all the mean politics of her day was all done but the thud and dust. Ours, too. How could she keep from singing?

If you want to quibble, you might note that Mary and Joe had to run for their lives from one paranoid king only to see their kid killed by another who pandered to a religious mob. Still happens, technically.

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Aromatic cedar from Adam and Courtney’s Davie farm. It wants to become blocks and bowls!

Mary wasn’t singing about Herod’s fall, but something more amazing: all the proud fall, their parasitic enablers emptied. Hard to see this morning, with our .5% chuckling at the beach. But time moves quickly these highly connected days with nowhere for the despots to hide. Zuma, Putin, Trump, Mugabe, Duarte, Erogan; just waiting for the thud and dust. Some places still vote, even in these Polarized States. November 8th—315 days—won’t fulfill Mary’s song, but get us past Mr. Ryan and McConnell vacuity.


Herman Waetjen is a razor-sharp Biblical scholar with a heart un-hardened by eight decades of careful observation of the ways of power and money. He types like Mary sings:: “This is the world of the “old humanity” in which soul and body are divorced from each other. It is the world we were drawn into very soon after our birth, and we all continue to participate in it as we struggle with our own brokenness and alienation.  In the face of all these crises that are dividing our society, generating greater economic inequality, denying climate change and undermining our Constitution, we are reminded by the Apostle Paul that we are also participants in God’s New Humanity and, therefore, we are “life-giving spirits.”

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Astonishing beauty in the grain, just waiting to be released. I think Joseph probably made blocks for Jesus.

The old humanity is wobbling when they try to silence the most obvious things; when the scientists can’t say “evidence;” when the saints can’t speak of the poor. Out in the manger the shepherds, wise men, sheep and goats know the truth.

Even Forbes Magazine knows this, and they are sort of Pilot to Wall Street.  Judy Stone described the news as the “most disturbing of the week,” which is saying something. She states what should not need stating in 2018—that you can’t make any sense when you outlaw reason or say anything that might offend the dumb and wealthy. This is literally pitiful, as the one being silenced is the agency responsible for fighting germs. The only advantage humans have against disease is our ability to talk to each other, figure out reality and work collaboratively. There is no one dumber than somebody dumb on purpose.

Herman types another verse for Mary: “The New Humanity that Jesus inaugurated embraces the paradoxical duality of soul and body in order to enter into a personal wholeness of freedom and integrity and, in turn, to relate this wholeness to every human being in the world.  It is a journey that participates in the freedom of God and grows stage by stage to form us into life-giving spirits.  It is a journey into the unknown possibilities of the unique potentiality that is embodied in each of us, and it unfolds as we follow the three injunctions that Jesus issued to the crippled human being in the Greek text of John 5:8 “Keep on rising (being resurrected), take up your mattress, and keep on walking.”


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Ready for Charlie and Asa.

Like Mary, Herman’s gives away the punchline in the subtitle to his new book “Matthew’s Theology of Fulfillment, Its Universality and It’s Ethnicity (Bloomsbury): God’s New Israel as the Pioneer of God’s New Humanity.” (Order it here) He explains why it is so important to understand that Mary was a Jewish peasant singing in Aramaic, not Latin or Greek. The Roman elites believed in raw intimidating power, lining the highways with crosses to hold on to it. The Greeks trusted in the power of ideas and untethered mind. Both of them preferred Jesus as the Christ, competing up up and away. Neither could figure out what to do with Jesus, human among the poor, a young man worth killing for humming Mary’s tune.

The Jews knew about power and transcendence mostly because they lived under others’ power on occupied soil most of their existence. That’s why they argued with God. God argued back, annoyingly linking salvation to justice for the poor. The texts Jesus knew by heart were cries of lament and hope held fiercely against both pride and despair. Spirit, yes; of the ever-living and Just YHWH. Body, yes; of People as dust, sweat and soil made in the very image of the same YHWH. Not this; not that.  Against the claims of power and ungrounded soul, the baby that Herod hunted called himself “the human one.”


Charlie knows just what to do with cedar blocks.

Mary, Herman and Jesus weren’t making this stuff up from dreams, but the dirt and blood of time. There is an arrow from the first writings the Jews declared sacred toward a time when God’s justice will be fulfilled. Isaiah spoke in Jesus’ ear: “he shall not judge by what his eyes see, or decide by what his ears hear; but with righteousness he shall judge the poor and decide with equity for the meek of the earth.” Neither Jesus or Mary would have been surprised that “equity” would be banned by a future Herod, along with “vulnerable” and “science.” Mary sang because she knew Jesus would know better.

That child—much less the man–is almost impossible to see through the tinsel of the glitterati who moved his birthday to accommodate an Emperor. Constantine would have loved Cyber Monday where you don’t even need any other humans at all, especially that utterly human Jew weaned on radical music:

My soul glorifies the Lord
     and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
 for he has been mindful
of the humble state of his servant.
From now on all generations will call me blessed,
     for the Mighty One has done great things for me—
holy is his name.

So what do you do while you wait for the latest group of insufferable glamorati to collapse? Go heal somebody, that’s what.


Chaplain Jay Foster opens the Christmas Eve service in Davis Chapel while Martha Basset prepares to sing the Magnificat.

Last night some of us gathered in hospital’s Davis Chapel to listen to the old texts and a version of Mary’s song sung by Martha Basset. Holy night and even holier day after.

This morning at 9:05 I opened the “safety huddle” with a dozen or so people from all across the medical center, as we do every single day. We come together charged in the arts and crafts of healing; all the arts and all the crafts: engineers, cooks, sweepers, surgeons and psychiatrists—even one of whatever I am. But mostly nurses mostly talking of care. We shared Moravian cookies while we went over the concerns, events and needs of the 613 people in beds. There was a long pause when we mentioned those who came in last night on suicide watch, who had lost the hope of another day.

Someday, saw Isiah, sang Mary, declared Jesus, walked Martin and, yes, stirs even us who taste and participate in the promised the new humanity. How can we keep from singing along?


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Charlie and Asa doing what kids do.

Things are seen in in the terrible intimacy of the ED every day that should not happen once in a thousand years. Except they happen in entire zip codes, too; the same damn ones for decades. This morning I presided over our hospital “safety huddle” where we report to each other about events, concerns and needs, often using abreviations and acronynms for highly technical and fraught things that happened; “peds abuse procotol” instead of whatever the true story would be in the life of a child hurt by whoever was supposed to protect her. Those break this grandfather’s heart (Charlie turned 3 yesterday).

Last week I was in Atlanta at the advocacy leadership table of the American Public Health Association—the health colleagues at the exact opposite end of the professional continuum from the two child abuse cases reported out in our hospital safety check-in today. Last week John Lewis opened the APHA with words both fierce and tender about justice and kindness as the zillionaires try to walk off with another trillion or two.

Big numbers and repetition can make us hard and dull; but they don’t have to. We live in such a hard-hearted time. Today the sharp edge of medicine was felt by a nurse who is also a mom with a high school son taking chemo. Later at Green Street church, we lifted Aaron up even as we were still wordlessly aching for Cole, our six-year-old who died only last Sunday. How can we can we keep our heart from closing down?


Cole Weaver’s friends decorated the church in his honor.

In my Christian tradition, we have Paul’s words on love, written to the contentious gaggle in Corinth. These are mostly wasted on romance when we need them in the bitter struggles to give hope a chance one patient and a neighborhood at a time.

“If I speak in the voice of powerful people or spirits but do not have loving kindness, I am only a distracting noise. If I have predictive data and interdisciplinary analytics that give me confidence to move mountains of poverty, but am not kind, I am nothing. If I proudly commit to radical levels of community benefit and take on huge obligations for the health of the public, but am not humbled by love, I do nothing.”

“The love that life needs is patient and kind. It does not envy others’ projects, it does not boast of our own skills, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of who got more. Loving kindness does not delight in anyone’s failure but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always finds a way.”

“Love never quits. Where we have predictions and projections, they will cease; where there are speeches, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.”

“For we know in part and we predict in part, but when living complexity becomes visible, what is partial disappears. When we were young in our work we talked like beginners, and thought like beginners, reasoned like a students. When we became a grown-ups, we put the ways of childhood behind.”

For now we see only dimly as if looking through a smoky haze; then we shall see it all directly. Now we know a bit; then we may know fully, even as our own lives will be fully known.”

“For only these three remain in life: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”

God, our simple prayer; keep us tender.


Kathryn (my kid) shows Charlie (Lauren’s kid) his cake that she crafted  . 

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Jesus’ Dumpster Fire

No need for a picture today.

It’s turning out roughly like we thought it would, this off-the-rails democracy meltdown. And it will get back on the rails as democracy does, with a muddling mixture of blood, anger and, eventually finding some grown-ups where you least expect them. The British long observed that you can count on the Americans to do the right thing…after we’ve exhausted every other possible alternative. I think we’re about ready to try the right thing.

Black young men have been tasting the blood for years, now joined by a young woman who could have been one of my daughters. They were raised to show up at events like that.

We’ll pick up the pace of democratic muddling after  the one selling those red hats has identified himself—once again—with the ones swinging the rods, doing the salutes and driving their junkers into crowds.

John Lewis has been dealing with those kinds of people longer than anyone in elected office. He had stayed away from the inauguration because of the obvious, the man is simply not a legitimate president and we should cease treating his as such. Sunday will drop Mr Trump below the thirties in the polls, but polls don’t vote.  It is up the republicans who own this dumpster fire.

The key to putting that fire out is the behavior of the eight out of ten evangelicals who supported his illegitimacy while knowing his obvious moral emptiness. They made a nose-holding calculation to take an an anti-abortion supreme court justice in exchange for an unknown dumpster full of political waste. Now they know what’s in the dumpster—nuclear war, a melting planet and Nazis goobers.

The abortion issue is pretty much the only one splitting evangelicals out of range of the broader political process.  While (having daughters) I disagree with them on this one, I understand their commitment to their position. And I can totally understand the way it links in their minds to sexuality without boundaries reinforced by a culture that is happy to sell anything from toilet paper to tires with the scent of sex.

Now that they have their Supreme Court Justice it is time for them to take responsibility for the rest of the ugliness in what is now seen as Jesus’ dumpster. It is encouraging that nearly every single one of the evangelical advisors to his Illegitimacy ran for the light and made extremely clear that Jesus wasn’t a Nazi. You’d think that might have come up before now, but it is a start. But good example of how much of a baby step it is is modeled by Johnnie Moore, a former senior vice president at Liberty University and also one of the President’s evangelical advisers, “White supremacism, racism, and anti-Semitism are bigotry and they are pure evil. I hate them, and I call upon all Americans to defy them with intentional acts of solidarity and love.” Good start.

And then he just can’t help himself: “The right remains too passive and the left remains too political when it comes to ethnic divisions in this country. One side underestimates the issue and the other side provokes further conflict. Both sides distrust each other. This must end if we are to find national healing.” Many sides, many sides, blah, blah, blah. Pilot washing his hands.

Marv Knox, a longtime Baptist progressive, did an oped in the Dallas Morning News in the Dallas paper today with paragraphs of powerful language decrying bigotry. But in the end, he hardly took a swing that mattered: “Now is the time for white Christians to contact their friends of color and friends of other faiths and express their love and solidarity, and then ask a simple, vital question: “How can I help you?” Really? That’s it?

This is work for other white protestants like me and Marv, not Blacks, agnostics or anyone with a rainbow. This is a white and male and Christian problem so white and male and Christians have to step up. There is a long tradition of us white protestant clergy babbling like Mr. T did on the golf course while bloody-minded men mutter on the church doorsteps. Lots of men have a choir robe and a white one, too.

Who needs robes with this president? Silence from the pulpit and you’ve got a bonfire.

White evangelicals must severe themselves from this moral meltdown or their Jesus will be toxic for three generations. They will have made the horrible calculation of the German Lutherans who let Jesus burn in the Nazi fires.

Jesus tends to rise again and again, so don’t worry about him.

But if you want any role in America for a protestant witness, this is the week to show it.

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