Friday, November 18, 2016

Preacher Leonard Cohen

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Leonard Cohen has opened some doors and windows in my life that were stuck. Isn't that always the task of a good preacher?I know, I know how flawed this man was in as great many ways. And he would have laughed his fool head off if somebody called him a preacher.

Leonard Cohen died a few days ago but he left us words and music that will be with us for a long time.  My favorite comes from his moving words in "Anthem." They have helped me many times. Listen. Listen closely.

"Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything 
That's how the light gets in."

We bounce along and things seem sometimes mighty fine. And then...all hell breaks loose. Divorce...sickness...She/He dies...you lose a job...or faith...or a friend...or you hate what you have done...or you lose an election...or maybe you win one and it is not what you thought it would be at all. 

Maybe Cohen is right...maybe it really is in the cracks and fissures that the light really gets in. It has happened to me over and over through the years. Something unexpected or terrible occurs and looking back I learned something I could have never known any other way. 

The troubled preacher Leslie Weatherhead lived through the blitz in London. His daughter never got over that awful time. He was subject to great depression often. Yet he was a great preacher and writer. He wrote somewhere about those words from Isaiah: "I will give you the treasures of darkness and riches hidden in secret places." (Isaiah 45.3a) That phrase : "the treasures of the darkness" came straight from his heart. I think he would have loved Leonard Cohen. 

Leonard Cohen's song, "Hallelujah " has been recorded over 300 times. If you have heard it you can understand why it means so much to so many. 


"There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah."

We will miss Preacher Cohen. He let the light shine through his own brokenness and taught us a mighty lesson.

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--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com


A Prayer After the Election

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(After the election many of us have been dumbstruck and in grief. We must remember that ours is a long journey and that one victory which we feel is terribly misguided is not the end of the road by a long shot. We still believe--sometimes. We still have faith--sometimes. And so I offer you this prayer by a very fine and gifted colleague. She reminds me--and I hope a lot of us--that our task is still "to pick up the pieces where we left off." Words worth pondering.) --RL

Nancy Hastings Sehested
Sunday 6 November 2016

Thank you God, for the shaping from the saints in our lives…for the foolish and the wise ones, the serious and the silly ones, the reserve and the overbearing ones, the mischievous and the obedient ones…lives whose presence have broadened and enriched our own.

Free us from regrets by your grace. Strengthen us by the witness of your hope-bearing and love-embracing saints before us. May these days make saints of all of us in perseverance in the struggles, in resistance to evil, in reliance on your Spirit.

After Tuesday, may we pick up where we never left off…feeding the hungry, teaching and tending the children, listening to the lonely, comforting the broken-hearted, healing the sick, raising all those who are dead and disheartened in spirit.

After Tuesday, may we be found among that countless number who still practice the politics of praise for your creation, and who have always made art of your divine deal of reconciliation.

After Tuesday, may we be counted among that number who still lives for your great dreams for humanity again and again and again…bolstered by the resolve that we are stronger together when we sacrifice together for the common wealth, the common good, the common cause of justice and peace.

After Tuesday, may you still find us with Jesus, walking unafraid, unfaltering…undone only by your Spirit swirling in and around us all.

After Tuesday, may we be convinced more deeply than ever that nothing, neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation can separate us from your love.

Through the Christ of love, we pray and pray and pray. Amen.


©nancy hastings sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org


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--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Wise Words About Post-Election Days

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Guy Sayles preached this sermon the Sunday after the election. He was the fine Pastor of the First Baptist Church,  Asheville, NC until his retirement because of a diagnosis with cancer. But he continues to fight and to dream and to work. I applaud this good man and the good, good work he continues to do.  - RL




I've not known what to say in response to the election; but the challenge and gift of preaching on Sunday, November 13, at All Souls' Episcopal Cathedral resulted in this sermon. Rather than try to edit it for a blog post, I am simply posting the entire manuscript. The lectionary gospel of the day, which is the text for the sermon, is Luke 21:5-19.

Jean Vanier, founder of L’Arche, gave his life to care for the developmentally disabled, and he once offered a benediction which began with these jarring words:
May all your expectations be frustrated.
May all your plans be thwarted.
May all your desires be withered into nothingness.
Vanier’s odd benediction reminds me of the well-known and ironic Irish blessing which says:
May those who love us, love us. 
And those who don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if he doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles
So we will know them by their limping.
If Vanier had only said, “May all your expectations be frustrated, may all your plans be thwarted, and may all your desires be withered into nothingness,” there would be no blessing in his words. But he added: “That you may experience the powerlessness and poverty of a child and sing and dance in the love of God.”

We all know about thwarted plans and frustrated expectations; they are part of life. They’ve certainly been part of many people’s experience since late this past Tuesday night. The results of the election were more shocking than the Cubs’ winning the World Series.

The longshot won. Statistical genius Nate Silver, the bookies in Vegas, and almost every opinion poll thought that the odds were good that Secretary Clinton would become our first female president. It’s as if Donald Trump kicked a forty yard field goal in the last seconds of the game to win it in an upset.  
Wednesday morning, part of the frustration—and anger and grief—that Clinton’s supporters felt was that their stunned realization that about half of the people in their country weren’t frustrated at all. They didn’t want to believe that their fellow citizens had put a man they see as a racist and a misogynist in the White House.
Trump’s supporters, on the other hand, couldn’t understand how anyone could have wanted to elect someone they see as dishonest, too-scripted, and beholden to special interests. 

We can all see that we live in a bitterly divided nation, and the division isn’t simply into two different worlds but into multiple ones.And, I think we all share fear in common. Fear voted and fear takes to the streets. Duke theologian Stanley Hauerwas claims that, “If there is any mood that characterizes American culture, it is the mood of fear. The most powerful nation in the world runs on fear” (Approaching the End, p. 89). 
Our children feel it. On Wednesday, a 5 year old boy in a Buncombe County school said to his young friend, an immigrant from Mexico: “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you. I won’t let them send you back.”

All of us—left, right, center; red, blue, and purple—feel gripped by powers and realities we can’t comprehend or control and which diminish and demean us. The fear we have in common is the greatest threat to the love we could have for each other. Fear keeps us from singing and dancing together as beloved children of God.

Near the end of his life, Jesus was teaching in the Jerusalem Temple; and, for the Jewish people, it was the safest and holiest place on earth. God had pledged always to meet them there. The ark of God’s promises resided at its heart. There, the people prayed and praised, admitted their sins and received God’s mercy, remembered who they were and recommitted themselves to faithfulness. They could not imagine themselves or their faith apart from the Temple.

As Jesus was teaching, some people talked about how magnificent and beautiful it was, and Jesus unsettled them when he said: “As for these things that you see, the days will come when not one stone will be left upon another; all will be thrown down.” That was unthinkable: it would be the end of the world as they knew it.They asked Jesus: “Teacher, when will this be, and what will be the sign that this is about to take place?” He said, “Beware that you are not led astray; for many will come in my name and say, ‘I am he!’ and, ‘The time is near!’ Do not go after them.”  When the Temple is destroyed (which happened in 70 CE), Jesus said, people will announce that everything is unraveling, winding down, and giving-out. Fear will take to the airwaves and to social media to say: “Civilization is collapsing. Catastrophe is on the horizon. The earth is slipping off its foundations.”

Jesus used the rich and disturbing imagery of apocalyptic—earthquakes, wars, famines, plagues, portents in the sky, and persecution—to describe how dangerous, uncertain, and fearful the world would feel when the Romans reduced the Temple to rubble.  And, astonishingly, he said: the end of the world as you know it is not the same thing as the actual end of the world. “Do not be terrified; for these things must take place first, but the end will not follow immediately.”

The Temple, for all its beauty and significance, was a human construction. There’s nothing transcendent or permanent about any of our religious or national institutions. To look to them as ultimate, as essential to our identity, is to make idols of them. They cannot bear the weight of our expectations. All things human, even the things we most trust, can falter, fail, and fall.  When they do, Jesus said, it will feel like the end, but it isn’t.

Even, he said, persecution is an “opportunity to testify”—to bear witness to the abiding realities of faith, hope, and love in the face of anxiety, despair, and fear. Don’t, he urged his followers, live your lives thinking about what you will say and do when the trouble comes: “Make up your minds not to prepare your defense in advance; for I will give you words and a wisdom that none of your opponents will be able to withstand or contradict.” If you focus on what might happen, then the dread of it will run and ruin you. Live in the present, not in your anxieties about what the collapse of once-dependable things might mean.

Richard Rohr recently said that Jesus offers us the “AAAAA recovery program”: Be alert, alive, awake, attentive and aware (Richard Rohr, The Naked Now, p. 134). The world has not come to an end, there are signs of God’s presence hiding in plain sight.
The challenge and invitation for us is not to surrender to our fears, but, instead, to renew our confidence in Jesus’ way of self-giving love.

He calls us to love our neighbors and our enemies, even when we’re startled to discover that our neighbors and enemies are sometimes the same people.Jesus’ way is not naïve: when we love our enemies, we still recognize that they are enemies. When we live by mercy in conditions of brokenness, we don’t minimize the brokenness. When we seek peace, it is because we know we don’t have it. 

Rather than “do unto others as they have done unto you,” Jesus said, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” If you base you behavior on the actions of others, you will live your whole life in reaction to your pain. Be proactive for peace. Take the initiative to listen. Be first with grace.

Build a future of peace, a tomorrow of joy, instead of living in the rubble of resentment.  Open your heart to what can be rather than nursing the wounds of what should have been and what might have been.

Historian Jeffery Burton Russell, after his massive study of the figure of Satan and all of the human evil it symbolizes, reached this conclusion:
Love is the remedy for evil.  We are called to fight evil, but we are also called to know how to fight it. Evil is not effectively resisted with hatred and with guns. Evil cannot be defeated with evil, negation with negation, terror with terror, missile with missile. The process of negation must be reversed . . .   The only response to evil that has ever worked is the response of Jesus . . . That means what it has always meant: visiting the sick, giving to the poor, helping those who need help  . . .  Above all, it means fostering children, loving them, not harming them, so that future generations may be less twisted. . . . The prescription is the same as it has always been; it remains only to follow it at last (The Prince of Darkness, conclusion).

We can live Jesus’ way of love, because he loves us first, always, and without limit or condition.  He sees us and knows us for who we really are. He knows why we are like we are, how we’re wired-up, our wounds and strengths, and the sources of our hopes and fears. Seeing it all, he loves us. He joins us in our struggles, grieves with us, and weeps with us. He inspires our resolve to seek wholeness and gives us courage to confront the shadows within. Jesus loves us.

And he loves everyone else. He understands the people we find impossible to understand. He knows why the people we find most offensive are like they are. He cares as much for their flourishing as he cares about ours. He is as tender and forgiving with the people who anger us as he is with us. He cherishes the children of our enemies as much as he cherishes ours. 

According to Annie Dillard:
Hasidic Rabbi Nachman of Bratslav noticed that if dancers could persuade a melancholy person to join them, his sadness would lift. And if you are that melancholy person, he taught, persuade yourself to dance, for it is “an achievement to struggle and pursue that sadness, bringing it into joy.” In 1903 [a year in which Russia passed a number of laws “hobbling Jews”], this same Rabbi Nachman said, “I have danced a lot this year.”

Sometimes, we have to, we get to, dance before we feel like dancing and let the feeling catch up.  I know it’s a difficult thing to do, and it doesn’t make a lot of sense. Frederick Nietzsche said: “Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”Because God is still God and the world has not ended, the rhythms of rejoicing, the cadences of confidence, the harmonies of hope, and the lyrics of love are still sounding everywhere—even here, even now.

Sing and dance, child of God, sing and dance.

(You might want to check out Guy Sayles' blog. Excellent. 
www.fromthe intersection.org)

--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Some Reactions to Mr. Trump's Victory

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My first taste of Donald Trump was when he spoke outside Pendleton, South Carolina one very cold night maybe eight months ago. After walking in the cold for about thirty minutes--when I got to the rally he had already spoken and left. Walking back to the car there was a man selling Tee-Shirts. Emblazoned on the front was: Donald Trump will kick the s... out of ISIS!  Kinda scary to hear those words from a Trump follower. But I reasoned every politician have fans that get carried away. But then the months went on. Mr. Trump's remarks scared me.

Attacks on Mexicans...Immigrants of all kinds...Women...the Disabled...Gold Star parents like the Khan's who had lost a son in Afghanistan...the whole unending Birther myth...and his sneers at poor black neighborhoods...and good decent Muslims. This is not the end of the list. And the hate and anger and rage from so many of his followers throughout this campaign scared me. This was unnerving. I was afraid this venom and hatred would spread.

Well, people all over are letting their fury out on all kinds of people of color and people that are different. I was afraid this might happen. The genie is out of the bottle.

You might want to tap into Sean O'Kane's words that come from the lips and actions of some of Mr. Trump's followers the first day after his election. https://medium.com/@seanokane/day-1-in-trumps-america-9e4d58381001#.dzt6gwwen

My hope is that Mr. Trump will speak strongly against these incidents. When David Duke came out in support of Mr. Trump he denounced him and I was glad. I still hope he will take the lead from what John McCain said when some woman told him: "Obama is not a real American." John McCain assured her strongly that she was wrong and Mr. Obama was a citizen and a good person.

As President of all the people--my great hope is that Mr. Trump will speak out against the hatred that is out there because if he does not it will grow.

What can we do? We can be kind to one another. And includes all the other folk that did not vote our way. We can treat Mr. Trump and his followers with respect. We can let Muslims and Immigrants--legal or illegal--and many others in the minority know that most of the people in this country--including most of Trump's followers--value them and are glad they are here. Many people are hurting today. My best advice is to reach out to them. And when we sit around the Thanksgiving table--it is not time for a political food fight. It is to treasure the ties that bind us to one another. And I say the same thing to those who now wonder if they have much to be thankful for after this election. Oh, but they do.

My other advice is: Mr. Trump is the new President of the United States in January. We must remind him continually that he is a pubic servant and he works for us. We do not work for him.

It will be hard to corral all the venom and hate that is out there--but this is the job of our new President, his staff and all of us.




--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com

Friday, November 11, 2016

Losing an Election Hurts!



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I had my article half-written before the election congratulating Hillary Clinton for winning the Presidency. Donald Trump would lose, of course. So—my semi-prepared speech was directed to Donald and his followers. Don’t protest this election, I intoned. It wasn’t rigged. Don’t continue your vituperative diatribe on how the country will fall apart and we’ll find ourselves on the ash heap of history if Hillary Clinton wins. I kept going. Cancel all the investigations up your sleeve on our President elect. And for goodness’ sake don’t pull a Mitch McConnell and say that we have to be sure she is only a one-term failed President. And Mr. Trump please don’t miss the Inaugural balls because you and your tribe will meet secretly to plot the demise of Hillary Clinton’s presidency. There is too much at stake to do this.

I wanted to continue to write Mr. Trump—we’ve had gridlock and meanness and racism the last eight years. Nothing consequential has gotten done. Bridges and roads are crumbling. Schools need serious attention. The Supreme Court cannot fill a much-needed slot. So many out there are still jobless or homeless. The veteran suicide rate is tragic. Mr. Trump, lead a movement even though you lost to help bind up the nation's wounds, the way Abraham Lincoln talked in another divided time. 

Guess what? The election messed up my article. And Democrat that I am I have had to sit down and lick my wounds and have an enormous pity party. Ok. Times up. Will I take my own medicine that I was too dish out to the supposed losers? Taking your own medicine is hard to do. Will I dig my heels in and say no way will I do anything but despise this new President who did not even win the popular vote. I can fantacize that in his first day in office we let him know loud and clear that we will do all we can to defeat his Presidency. 

But wait. Maybe I need to remember there are bigger fish to fry than my grief and anger over  a lost election. We’ve got to get things done. We’ve all got to put down our weapons of choice and try to work together. Somebody has got to try to heal our divisions.

That does not mean forgetting our Muslim-Hispanic brothers and sisters. It does not mean ignoring the promises of Trump's wall. It does mean asking over and over: OK, if we erase the health care of 20 million people what do you put in its place? 

But we have got find ways to make this  country work for everyone. So—I’ll closed my eyes and swallow hard and take my own medicine. This is very difficult for a Preacher who has been telling others what to do for 40 years. You—me--us—we’ve got to make this United States the country it can still be. I do believe the charge is: Liberty and justice for all. No exceptions.

I tell couples getting ready to get married winning and losing is not an option in marriage. When you play that game somebody winds up mad and somebody thinks they have the power. Not so. Everybody loses. Compromise, listening, respecting one another, give and take—that is the work of marriage and nation-building. Hmm—I can’t believe I wrote this. But it takes more than a little sugar for the medicine to go down.


(This blog piece was printed in The Greenville News (SC) Op Ed section November 17, 2016)

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--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com




Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Kristallnacht--Today is the 78th Anniversary of that Awful Time.

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Maybe I'm being too dramatic--but in the aftermath of yesterday's Presidential election--I have thought about Germany and the Hitler days. On November 9-10, 1938 this became known of the "Night of the Breaking Glass." Kristallnacht. Today is the 78th anniversary of the beginning of a terrible chapter in German history.  Before that night most of the hatred against German Jews was nonviolent. But Kristallnacht changed all that. Paramilitary forces began to attack Jewish homes, hospitals and schools. Jewish buildings were smashed by sledgehammers. Over 1,000 synagogues were burned and over 7,000 Jewish businesses destroyed or damaged. Authorities watched on and did nothing. 30,000 Jewish men were arrested and sent to concentration camps. This was the beginning of one of the darkest periods in German history. This was the beginning of the murder of over 6 million Jews. 

I have been reading The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead. It tells the story of that dark time in our own history of slavery. The savagery and violence perpetrated against all those black folks we kidnapped from Africa and brought here as slaves is hard to ponder. Black women were sterilized so they would not produce more black children. Many had no idea what doctors were doing to their bodies. Black men, women and children were put on the auction block and sold like cattle. Children were separated from their parents. Black couples were sent to different plantations. Black women were used sexually by their owners over and over. Black men became studs to impegnate black women so the plantations could have more workers. Some were burned alive as other slaves were forced to watch.

Runaways were punished terribly. Some had their tongues cut out. Some were hanged and left as a reminder to those who also thought about escaping. Others had hands or feet cut off for punishment. The Underground Railroad provided escape for many. 

My daughter teaches at a Title One school in Atlanta. Each child gets free breakfasts and lunches. She told me that only this morning one of her little black boys asked her who won the election. She said, "You  know." He said, "We gonna be slaves again." "No you're not," she assured him. She also told me that all her Hispanic students were scared. She said they had picked up the anxiety from their parents over Mr. Trump's comments. 

On this day I remember what happened in our own tragic history. And I remember that terrible time in Germany 78 years ago. I am not saying that Mr. Trump is some sort of Hitler figure. I am saying that this is America and every child and adult should live in this country without fear. On this Anniversary of Kristallnacht--and the day after our Presidential election--these are my troubled thoughts. 


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--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com

After Election Meditation

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My son called this morning asking "What are we gonna do?" 

My daughter called saying: "I woke up at 4 and could not believe it. Felt physically ill. "

My wife said at breakfast, "It's terrible." 

And turning on the TV they all mutter, "How did this happen?" As usual, they think they know.

And they spin their spins. 
Email. 
Too many lies.
 Being a woman. 
Being a Clinton. 
Comey. 
Anger. 
Joblessness. 
Too distant. 
Too sure. 
Class warfare.
Over confidence.
Voter discrimination. 
Fear. 
Fear. 
Fear.

 I have little joy this morning but we have been through some dark days before and we will go through some dark days again. And after the grieving is over and life settles down one way or the other--we must not let this be the last word.

Wendell Berry helps me here.

"Shall we do without hope? Some days
there will be none. But now 
to the dry dead woods floor 
they come again, the first
flowers of the year, the assembly 
of the faithful, the beautiful, wholly given to being. 
And in this long season
of machines and mechanical will
there halve been small human acts
of compassion, acts of care, work
flowerlike in selfless loveliness.
Leaving hope to the dark
and to a better day, 
receive these beauties freely
given, and give thanks."*

                +                +               +                +              +            +

"I know that I have life
only insofar as I have love.

I have no love
except it come from Thee.

Help me,  please, to carry 
this candle against the wind."**

* Wendell Berry, Leavings,  p. 85
**Wendell Berry, Leavings,  p.33



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--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com