What are we gonna do with the Immigrants?

Emma Lazarus' poem is etched on a tablet on the pedestal where the Statue of Liberty stands.

"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
  with conquering limbs astride from land to land;
 Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
a mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
 is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
'Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!' cries she
wih silent lips. 'Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of yor teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!'"

Elie Wiesel, no stranger to the Holocaust, has said that there are no such things as illegal immigrants. Such talk, he adds is the first step that finally leads to the gas chambers.” I think he is right. Alabama Gubernatorial candidate Tim James said in an advertisement: “Why do our politicians make us give driver’s license exams in 12 languages? This is Alabama. We speak English. If you want to live here, learn it.”

They come to us south of the border. Most of them come here seeking work, seeking a better life. They come for the same reason that all our forebears came years ago—looking for a better life for ourselves and our children.

When the Italians, the Irish, the Asians, the Jews and others first came through Ellis Island and filtered into the country they were not exactly received with open arms. Many apartments had signs that said: No foreigners—no Jews apply. The same message was in the windows of many business establishments.

The arguments that they are taking our jobs, they come with diseases, crime-ridden and they are putting a burden on our hospitals, our schools and our whole way of life is not a new message. This is an old story of suspicion, fear and racism dates back for several hundred years in this country.

Arizona is not the only culprits. We have to do something about our borders to the South. But we do not solve this problem by making people feel unwelcome and less than our own citizens.

Who are there people? I am sure Mr. James, running for Governor, must know first-hand. They probably cut his grass and tend his garden. When his roof had to be replaced nobody asked those with dark skins about their understanding of English. When he goes to a restaurant he never asks the concierge about the credentials of those that work in the kitchen or clean off his table after he is gone. When he added a new room on his house—dark skinned people hung his sheetrock and did a good job.

I am told that getting a Green Card often takes years. It is also costly—no wonder many do not apply. It reminds me of the poll tax we used to keep black and other poor folk from voting in many states in the South. We have to make citizenship easier for those that come here.

I have no identification card except a driver’s license and credit card. Why should we ask for other papers from people that seem unlike us? People should not be afraid to walk or drive down the streets. I asked a Hispanic friend of mine who has not been in this country very long, if he is ever treated poorly by some folk. He said about 25% of the time. Most folk, he said treat me good. He’s a hard worker and sends money faithfully back to his poor family in Mexico.

I remember those words of Emma Lazarus’ on the Statue of Liberty: “Give me your tired…” They say nothing about being white, well-heeled and speaking impeccable English. Of course we do not want people here who would undermine our freedom. But we do not need to undermine our own freedom with barriers, attitudes and laws that pit people against people.

Jesus once said, “I was a stranger and you took me in…” I wonder if we lily white folk who worship mostly with our own kind ever ponder the meaning of these powerful words. I also wonder if they might just apply to us and our time.

(On Ellis Island I saw this replica of a plaque that once stood in Los Angeles. In 1924 a wave of hatred toward

Japanese immigrants spread through Hollywood and all of L.A. This placard was one of many signs that could be found at that time.)

The Southern Poverty Law Center keeps up with the trouble spots in the nation. You might want to read Heidi Beirich's take on the roots of the Arizona Anti-Immigrant Law. Scary.

A Shepherd and a Sheep

"It is...it always is...however much we try to say it was."
   --Thomas Mann

Several years ago I had an opportunity to study at the College of Preachers in Washington, DC. The College of Preachers is housed on the grounds of the Washington Cathedral. After studying hard all week I decided my last morning there to visit the cathedral. It was early morning and I just wanted to walk around and soak up the splendor.

So I went up the hill to the cathedral and found the building locked. I walked all the way around the huge structure. Every door was shut tight. I could not get in. I had come too early and the cathedral was not open. After trying every door and saw a little sign that read: "Chapel of the Good Shepherd”—open 24 hours every day.”

So I thought, “Well, I can sneak in the back way. I can go through the basement and I can find an opening and get upstairs and I’ll find a way to get into the building before anybody else gets there!” And I went in through the entrance in the basement, walked down a long hall and turned right. The doors were locked. I could not get in. So I turned around and walked back down the hall and started to leave the building when I saw the sign: “The Chapel of the Good Shepherd.”

I found myself in a little room about the size of a large closet. I think there were four or five tiny benches. There was a small stained glass window off to the side. In the center was a tiny altar. On that stone altar—which was just a ledge—I looked up at this beautiful carved, sculptured piece. It was a Shepherd holding a sheep in his arms. Underneath that piece, somebody had placed a sprig of forsythia.

I sat down and looked up at the statue. And I don’t know exactly what happened. But something gripped me as if for the first time in my life. I understood the meaning of the first words of the 23rd Psalm: “The Lord is my shepherd.” As I looked at the stone carving, I saw the kindness and the tenderness in that face that looked down at the sheep in his arms. I noticed how that shepherd held that lamb so close and so tender. As I looked at the sheep, I saw myself. And it hit me with a freshness I still remember. He was my Shepherd. I had preached on that text a hundred times. But suddenly I saw with new eyes that I was kept in those arms and I was loved and cared for. I don’t know what happened but it’s one of the peak experiences in my life in which the story was more than a story. The words had walked off the page and touched me at some deep level. The Lord was my shepherd and I was kept.

That afternoon I wanted something to mark the occasion and I went up to the gift shop. I found a little silver cross and I wore that cross around my neck as a sign of the fact that he is my shepherd and he keeps me safe and secure. Sometimes when things have been hard and life has pressed down on me, I have felt that cold metal cross on my chest and I always remember.

Wherever we go and whatever we do we need to remember that we are loved and we are kept. And so as the Preacher read the lectionary text from Isaiah 40—that day in Washington came back as if it was today. “He will feed his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the lambs in his arms, and carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those that are with young.” Thanks be to God.

Let's Quit Giving the Tea Party so much Power

E.J. Dionne whom I respect wrote this morning that he thinks we are making too much of the Tea Party movement. In fact his caption in The Birmingham News was “Tea Party: A media tempest in a teapot” He said this is the first “populist” movement ever driven by a television network. He’s talking, of course, about Fox News. I would say let’s just don’t pick on Fox—I’d say all our media is spending to much time on this group. We already know they are in the minority. We have discovered they mostly are Republican, white, male, married and older than 45.

I don’t know what they mean when they talk about “taking our country back” unless they mean getting rid of a black President, putting Republicans back in the White House and running all the immigrants out of town. Did I miss something? I thought President, yes he is President, Obama won the election by a decisive majority. The American people wanted to go in a different direction and he has tried to change the course.

As I look at the Tea Partiers it reminds me of my forty years (not in the wilderness) but as Pastor of a local church. In every church I ever had there was a little cadre that tried to stir something up. Usually, of course it was mostly directed at the Pastor. But they were at all the meetings when anything was discussed. They screamed, wrote letters, sometimes petitions—held secret meeting and usually got nowhere. Meanwhile the church got really scared that this tiny minority was the majority. The minority, of course, talked to nobody but themselves and so they were sure they represented everyone. Most of the time some old wise sage would stand and put out the fire. He or she would put things in perspective. They’d talk about the traditions of the church. They’d even sometimes quote the Bible about how people were to behave. They would point out reality and the troubled waters would settle down. What usually happened was that this group of dissenters would leave when they didn’t get their way and go somewhere else where they would start their campaign all over again.

The point? I think it is that the Tea Parties only talk to themselves. They listen to those commentators who agree with them. They think they are the majority. They’re not. Most folk know that we have to have a government. Somebody asked the little boy if the rules in his family weren’t kinda strict. He said, “There are ten kids in our family and one bathroom—you gotta have rules.” There are a whole lot of diverse people in this country—if we don’t have some standards and rules this place will disintegrate into utter chaos.

Let’s put things in perspective. The Tea Party folk are mostly decent folk that are scared about change and their kids and their pocketbooks and where we’re going. There are some toting guns and waving Hitler-Obama signs and a lot of other ugly things. But they are not the majority. But I know this—if we keep giving them too much exposure—we are giving them power they do not deserve.

Remember the story of the old farmer that went down to the Court House to hear the local politicos try to get the crowd to vote for them. The old man stayed for a while and he punched the man next to him and said, “What do you think?” The man said: “Think? I didn’t come here to think. I come here to holler.” It is time for us to once again remember the difference.

Sometimes the Organist saves the Day

Yesterday at church we honored our Organist, Dr. Ted Tibbs who has been playing at our church for 50 years! That must be some kind of a record. He is a splendid musician and has studied, literally here and abroad. I began to think about sitting in that spot for fifty years. FIFTY YEARS?? After serving as Pastor almost that long I know the ups and downs of church. From his perch he must have seen more things than he would like to admit. Fuming, fussing, fighting. Church splits. Church take-overs. Boring sermons, sometimes terrible. He was there during the segregated days when Ushers stood at the door and nodded their heads at the black folk. And he was there when the Ushers didn’t do that shabby deed anymore—and the doors swung open—wide open to everybody. He played for baptisms, funerals and weddings—and worship when once in a while God really did walk down the aisle and come to his church. He stayed on the high holy days and the low Sunday after Easter and after Christmas. I don’t think we appreciate the work and faithfulness of our musicians. Even the Director gets more accolades than the organist. But at this church—and so many others-- the thread that ran through it all was the splendidly-played music that was played and sung and meditated on year after year.

When E. Power Biggs the great Organist died, a cousin of Biggs read these words at his Memorial event. They come from the writer, Ray Bradbury. “Everyone must leave something behind when he dies. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched someway so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. It doesn’t matter what you do so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching. The lawncutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.” I tip my hat to our Organist. Fifty years of touching those keys Sunday after Sunday. Making a difference. More than any of us realize.

The Holocaust--Could it happen Here?

Last night I heard a Holocaust survivor speak at our church. Max Steinmetz is now 86 years old and told his story for forty-five minutes. When the Nazis came to his town he, along with his brother and his mother and father were placed in a crowded cattle car for a three-day journey. Before they left the Nazis emptied the hospitals and crammed even the very sick into those railroad cars. He told us that thirty-per cent of those in most of the cars died during that journey. They had no idea where they were going.

After three days the doors were opened and they found themselves in a place called Auswitz. As they stood in long lines the soldiers came by and pointed to the left and right. His mother and father were sent to the right—he and his brother were taken to the left. He said this was the last time that he saw his parents. Days later he learned they had perished in the gas ovens and their bodies incarcerated.

He and his brother worked in hard labor with only a little food every day. He told of the electric fence that surrounded the place. Prisoners would throw themselves on the fence knowing they would be electrocuted. The next day, he said, the bodies would be removed and another group would take their place. There were four gallows near the entrance and daily people were hanged as a warning to all the others.

He and his brother were transferred to Buchenwald which was another terrible place. And from there they went to another prison camp where his brother died. He told of foraging through garbage cans trying to find something to eat. He told of unbelievable brutalities. Little children placed in boiling or freezing water as a scientific experiment to see how long they could take it. Babies were thrown into the air and shot like birds. He told us about horror after horror.

He escaped on a march, was taken in by a German family who fed him and gave him a bath. He said he could not remember the last time he had bathed. The father in the family was a German soldier but not a member of the S.S. One day while he was there Americans soldiers came to that farmhouse and took him to a hospital. He made his way finally to America and eventually found himself in Birmingham, Alabama where he met his wife and raised his family.

He told us of speaking all over and being besieged by Holocaust deniers who swore that his testimony was exaggerated and untrue. At the end of his talk, someone asked him how he felt about the political climate in our country today. He said this was a dangerous time for America. He said we might not think it could happen here—they never thought it could happen to the six million Jews and Gypsies and homosexuals and the old and infirm. But he said the hate talk today is dangerous. This is how it started in our country, he told us.

Today was another Tea Party celebration around the country. Did you see the signs showing President Obama and Hitler side by side. Pictures of the President portrayed as a monkey. Placards saying that Obama was not born in the United States and is a secret Muslim.

There is crazy talk in the land. Michele Bachman (R-Minn) proclaiming that the President is building political reeducation camps for our children. Glenn Beck and others fan the flames with talk of conspiracy theories and how our President is anti-white racist.

Many think our President is the Anti-Christ. One group called on citizens to stand up against health care by targeting those Democrats that voted this bill into law. They were encouraged to smash windows; one gas line was cut at what was thought to be a congressman’s house. Family members of Senators and Congressmen have received death threats. Death threats on our President have escalated at a frightening pace.

Fearful people do strange things. Race, fear of immigrants, financial woes—these are some of the fears of some of our people. A changing country terrifies many. I asked Mr. Steinmetz, the Holocaust survivor what should we do. “Be vigilant,” he said. “Speak up. Raise your voice.” And then he read that powerful quote by Martin Niemoller, German Luther Pastor who stood up to the Nazi regime:

      “They came first for the Communists,
       and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist.

      Then they came for the Jews,
      and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew.

     Then they came for the trade unionists,
     and I didn’t speak up because I was not a trade unionist.

    Then they came for the Catholics,
    and I didn’t speak up because I was a Protestant.
   
    Then they came for me
    and by that time no one was left to speak up.”

On this week when we remember Holocaust Remembrance Day—it is a time to ponder and pray and work. And-- God bless America.

The Southern Poverty Law Center, located in Montgomery, Alabama keeps its hand on the pulse of our time. You might be interested in what they say on the Fifteenth Anniversary of the Oklahoma City Bombing.

What does Bill Maher know about Religion?

I finally got around to watching Bill Maher’s 2008 film, "Religuous"  last night. Sometimes I find Bill Maher funny—not last night. Bill’s church would look something like this picture I have posted. He took almost the lowest common denominator in every religious group for his standard of attack. He interviewed one preacher who wore $2,000 suits. (Wonder what Bill pays for his wardrobe?) In forty years I don’t think I have ever met anybody that wore that pricey of a suit. Of course he had to show clips of the Anti-Gay Baptist church in Topeka, Kansas that has, by the way, about 32 members. Most of those who attend, I understand are family members. He had shots of Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson.

The person that made the most sense out of the whole thing was some priest—not a Vatican official. Bill couldn’t resist talking about the whale swallowing Jonah and how dumb it was for people to believe that. He took a tour of the Holy Land replica in Florida and sneered as people wiped away tears in the crucifixion scene there. In fact he sneered at just about everyone who believed anything. He didn’t particularly picking on Christians—he included Jews and Muslims in his tirade. I guess you might call that politically correct.

Where was the Metropolitan Community Church that provides love and support for gay folk all in the name of Jesus? Or—the Bishop of the Episcopal Church who resides in California who has taken a great many attacks for her support of gay priests. And she is a woman. Not a single reputable Biblical scholar was interviewed. They could certainly set the record straight by telling him the Bible is made up of history, myth, parables, poetry and doctrine. Maher kept talking about Adam and Eve as if all of us swallowed that story as literally as he assumes we do the Jonah story.

There was no mention of Mother Theresa and the countless missionaries who have poured their lives into making the world better. Dorothy Day, Catholic regenade who kept her Church honest about what mattered was not mentioned. Cetainly the Catholic Church has handled this sexual abuse of children by priests terribly. And yet—the 6,000 nuns who courageously stood up for Health Care for the poor lately—saying loud and clear that abortion is not the issue: people are.

If we took away all the schools and hospitals and nursing homes and caring that the ever-so-human church has sponsored—it would be a pretty destitute society. And the mystery, not everything can be computed or reasoned out. Who wants to live in a world without stained glass windows and great art and music that was written specifically for the church?

I grow weary of all those who throw rocks at the church lately. Quite a few have gotten on the bandwagon. There are two kinds of knowledge: head and heart. Sometimes the church errs on one or the other—but often, very often we can find intellect and feeling on the same page. We do have the treasure in earthen vessels. This will always be the case—but don’t forget the last part of that part: The treasure comes in earthen vessels to show that the transcendent power belongs to God and not to us. After those words Paul says “we are afflicted, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down but not destroyed…” (II Cor. 4.7-10) I’ve seen those folk march for civil rights and women’s rights and gay rights and care of the earth. Not all, of course—but enough to make me proud to be a member of this club.

Carlyle Marney, a great Baptist preacher once said that when he received his doctor’s degree in theology, his major professor W.O. Carver told him: “I am glad that you have achieved this great honor. It is well deserved. But do not ever forget all those out there, little people, with little of the world’s good and little education who live by their faith. Some that believe every word of the Bible is literally true. Never sneer or put them down—they are as important as anybody with a Doctor’s degree.” I paraphrase his words, but why would anyone want to strip hope, faith and bed-rock beliefs away from anybody—even if we think some of their ideas are wrong?

Maybe I’ve strayed too far from Maher’s film. I simply say he has missed most of the story. And I wonder what kind of world would it be if Mr. Maher could stamp out religion which he thinks is behind most of the trouble in the world?

Judge everything by its best standards. Great cathedrals, great art—great minds—those that love and care and selflessly give themselves. And all those little ones who pray for their neighbors and the world and take casseroles and give their dimes and dollars to make the world, they hope, a better place. Of course it’s an-all-too-human institution—but there are a great cadre of us through the centuries that have found something that has kept us going.

We Remember the Fallen

Military Historian Andrew Bachvich was interviewed on Bill Moyers' Journal last Friday, April 9. As he talked about Afghanistan he reminded us that:

•  We spend 31/2 billion dollars every month in Afghanistan alone.           
• The War in Afghanistan has cost 264 billion dollars to date.
• We are in our ninth year there.
• This is the longest war in our history and there is no end in sight. 
• 1/2 of 1 percent of our citizens carry the burden of this war.
• 99.5 per cent of us go about our business as if this war did not exist. 

Weeks ago I wrote about the bedrooms of some of those killed in this War. This week's Time Magazine has a moving section called "Coming Home". The sad story of Staff Sargeant William "Seth" Ricketts, 27, who was killed by small-arms fire in western Afghanistan on February 27, 2010. He was in his fifth tour since joining the Army the day after 9/11. Time Magazine tells the story in words and pictures of his homecoming to Corinth, Mississippi where he was laid to rest. Read the article for yourself and remember all the fallen. CNN provides this service of giving us the names of the fallen every day.

Senior Master Sgt. James B. Lackey / age 45 / Green Clove Springs, FL / One of two airmen killed along with another US soldier when their aircraft crashed near Zabul province, Afghanistan / April 9, 2010.

Maj. Randell D. Voas / age 43 / Lakeville, MN / The second soldier killed in that aircraft crash near Zabul province, Afghanistan / April 9,2010.

Sgt. Roberto ED. Diaz Borio / age 47 / San Juan, Puerto Rico /  Died in Mombassa, Kenya / April 8, 2010.

Pfc. William A. Blount / age 21 / Petal, MS / One of two soldiers killed when enemy forces attacked their vehicle with a roadside bomb in Mosul, Iraq / April 7, 2010.

1st Lt. Robert W. Collins /age 24 / Tyrone, GA / The second soldier killed whe enemy forces attacked their vehicle in Mosul, Iraq / April 7, 2010.

Sgt. Kurt E. Kruize / age 35 / Hancock, MN / Died of injuries sustained in a non-combat related incident in Baghdad, Iraq / April 4, 2010.

Lance Cpl. Curtis M. Swenson / age 20 / Rochester, MN / Died while supporting combat operations in Helmand province, Afghanistan / April 2, 2010.

Lance Cpl. Tyler O. Griffin / age 19 / Volontown, CN. / One of two Marines killed while supporting combat operations in Helmand province, Afghanistan / April 1, 2010.

Sgt. Frank J. World / age 25 / Buffalo, NY / The second Marine killed while supporting combat opertions in Helmand province, Afghanistan / April 1, 2010.

Lt. Miroslav Ziberman / age 31 / Columbus, OH / Killed when his aircraft crashed into the Arabian Gulf / March 31, 2010.

Staff Sgt. Scott . Brunkhorst / age 25 / Fayetteville, NC / Died of wounds sustained when enemy forces attacked his unit with a roadside bomb in Arghandab River Valley, Afghanistan / March 30, 2010.

Pfc. Raymond N. Pacleb / age 31 / Honolulu, Hawaii / Died of injuries sustained from a non-combat related incident in Baghdad, Iraq / March 29, 2010.

Pfc. James L. Miller / age 21 / Yakima, WA / Died of wounds suffered when insurgents attacked his vehicle with a roadside bomb in Dashat, Afghanistan / March 29, 2010.

Lance Cpl. Randy M. Heck / age 20 / Steubenville, Ohio / Died from a non-hostile incident in Djibouti / March 28, 2010.

Lance Cpl. Ricck J. Centanni / age 19 / Yorba Linda, CAL / One of two Marines killed during combat operations in Helmand province, Afghanistan / March 24, 2010.

Sgt. Maj. Robert J. Cottle / age 45 / Whittier, CAL / The second of those two Marines killed during combat opeations in Helmand province, Afghanistan / March 24, 2010.

Lance Cpl. Jacob A. Ross / age 19 / Gilette, WY / Died while supporting combat opertaions in Helmand province, Afghanistan / March 24, 2010.

Sgt. 1st Class Carlos M. Santos-Silva / age 32 / Clarksville, TN / Died of wounds suffered when enemy forces attacked his vehicle with a roadside bomb in Kandahar province, Afghanistan / March 22, 2010.

Lance Cpl. Justin J. Wilson / age 24 / Palm City, FL / Died while supporting combat operations in Helmand proince, Afghanistan / March 22, 2010.

Chief Petty Officer Adam Brown / age 36 / Hot Springs, ARK / Killed in a battle with heavily armed militants in Afghanistan / March 18, 2010.

Spc. Robert M. Rieckhoff / age 26 / Kenosha, WIS/ Killed when enemy forces attacked his unit with    rocket-propelled grenade fire in Baghdad, Iraq / March 18, 2010.

Sgt. Joel David Clarkson / age 23 /  Fairbanks, Alaska / Died in Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Landsthul, Germany of wounds sustained during a firefight after his unit was attacked by Taliban fighters in Farah province, Afghanistan / March 13, 2010.