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what happens at the hyphen

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  When I was doing the course work for my PhD I learned a remarkable lesson in Social Psychology class with Michelle Fine, one I remind myself of whenever there is a tragic gap, of injustice, discrimination, power, understanding or kindness.   One day Professor Fine put a series of hyphenated couplets on the blackboard (yes the actual blackboard with chalk!). There was a list: black-white, female-male, old-young, poor-rich, …. She turned to the class and asked: What happens at the hyphen?   After much discussion, and confusion, we came to realize that this was a demonstration of binary thinking, something to which we westerners have become acclimated. The hyphen had come to represent a barrier and demarcation of a difference which might not be reconciled or merged. What happens at the hyphen is discrimination. It is a place which is not to be crossed so long as power lies with the privileged side, so long as binary thinking prevails. It occurs to me that ever since that m...

Resurrection Escape

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                                       morning light “Resurrection is escape from every confine, even of time and space.”steve garnaas-holmes The consequence of escape is freedom and true liberation is also a product of God’s time and space.  I often think that that which transports us from chronological time and physical space into something eternal is blessing. Blessing selects that which grace mysteriously touches and illuminates. I am remembering a gloriously beautiful dawning on the beach. Marked by a gentle breeze and rhythmic cadence of waves I had to resist my urge to capture the moment and take it with me, which would of course result in disappointment. Yet instead of a growing sadness I blessed this moment as transformative and let it fill a crack of emptiness.  When I rose it was as if I were lighter in my being and able to move differently in this world. I ...

Resurrection and Hospitals

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  I have been consumed this past week by sadness at the death of Pope Francis who represented a merciful hope in this often merciless world, and by a deep joy in realizing glimmers of resurrection life all around in this Easter season. Merging this sadness and joy is the contemplative stillness which I have been blessed to experience along the coast with expansive beaches, changing ocean turbulence, and glistening sunlight. All of this felt somehow held together in a divine rhythm like the certainty of the tides and the phases of the moon.   As I was working my way through these feelings of grief and joy I received an unexpected text from a person I had visited over a year ago in the hospital prior to cancer surgery. In that hour when strangers meet and are held by presence we found a common prayer and a sacred space. In that space grief and joy, loss and hope, reside in peace. We have not spoken since yet something remains… So imagine my gratitude, not to mention awe, when ou...

Eastering

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  It is not cataclysmic It is not just a moment or sudden discovery It is not merely a feeling, though deep feelings are certainly evoked Easter is a process a verb and a noun a movement of awakening awakening to unfathomable possibility When we can extract ourselves from debates about bodily resurrection, proof of miracles and what really happened, We might discover a truth so eternal as to permeate and tether our very existence. Easter is a promise fulfilling itself Easter is about hope once buried now kindling often burning even flaming No empire No evil act No oppression or grief can extinguish On Easter, the day,  And every day We might realize the courage and power  of rolling away the stone of injustice And be surprised and comforted by a shimmering hope.

repairing the breach

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  Mary Oliver says: Pay attention/Be Astonished/ Write about it so here it is: And a Little Child Repairs A family heirloom is shattered… Shards of legacy lie scattered across the tile A diaspora of remembrances The exquisite urn was thrown in anger A misunderstanding born of irreconcilable difference Terminated by misused power Force because expeditious As the combatants went to their respective corners They might have missed the child in their preoccupation Who silently and practically imperceptibly collected the fragments  She held two previously conjoined pieces to the light then gently placed them on a table adjacent to each other very close touching in spots As the “adults” returned to self righteousness Her tears fell into the jagged crack between the remains blessing the beginning of repair.                                                   ...

precious tenderness

  Blessed be God who animates our lives and breaks our hearts open that we might anoint God with our deep love and devotion. AMEN If this is Lent 5 then Next Sunday is Palm Sunday and Holy Week begins. Some of us ask are we ready? Some ask ready for what? We know intellectually that Easter is around the corner; we just have to hold on. And we know in our hearts that this is when the wilderness journey gets even tougher. We think we may have done enough, prayed enough, fasted enough, and yet our lectionary this morning calls us to ponder not just a counting off of days until Easter, but to contemplate any glimpses of a fullness of time which we might have encountered and to risk embracing them. Our Gospel today reminds us that before death and before the Passion there may be an outpouring of precious tenderness to anoint resurrection life. Marking calendars doesn’t change us; staying in this space and turning toward Jerusalem with a deeper devotion and resolve does. And so I was str...