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“I felt threatened” and “he resisted” and “she did not comply” and “he matched the description” and “I was afraid for my life” are modern-day code words that give white supremacy a secure, reliable foothold in this generation, free of all accountability and justice. Tweet by Jen Hatmaker on May 26, 2020

Some code words are used for propaganda (e.g. “Anti-Racist is code for Anti-White” has been used by White Supremacist groups.)  Politicians use code words all the time:

• “Inner City” means Black Impoverished Desperation (and is used to scare/warn White People)
• “Urban Renewal” was used in the mid-20th Century by developers concerned about White Flight to the suburbs.  The purported reasoning was that “urban blight” was being destroyed to bring in new development.  The actual reasoning was to displace even prosperous African American neighbors to accomodate the dominant culture.  (See Brooklyn Village, Charlotte.)

Words not only help us plainly communicate to each other.  They also reveal our own biases – even if we do not realize it.  All of us use code words – Black, Brown, White, Old, Young, Straight, Gay.

“Karen” has become a code word for clueless White Woman.  (And I suspect that “Amy Cooper” will become the clueless White Woman who calls 911.)

“Serena” has been used meaning  Black female shopper in at least one high end store.

“Pro-Life” and “Pro-Choice” are code words used to counter each other, as if being “Pro-Life” and “Pro-Choice” are mutually exclusive.  Being “Pro-Life” – as we have seen politically over the past few years – can mean “Anti-Abortion” without regard for the lives of immigrants, refugees, and the poor.

“Evangelical” has long been a code word for something Jesus would not recognize.  The politicization of that word surely makes Jesus weep.

Becoming aware of the words we use is not about political corrrectness.  It’s about how we share misinformation and racial bias.  Speaking words that convey what’s authentic and true is a spiritual practice that I need to work on.  Maybe we all do.

Image of a high frequency dog whistle.

Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them, and a tongue rested on each of them. Acts of the Apostles 2:3

Please tell me that you are on fire to do more than return to the gym or get a mani-pedi.

Although many of us are Zoom-weary and have Politics Fatigue, there are fires everywhere that deserve our attention.  My hope as a Christian is that those of us who take Jesus seriously are on fire ourselves: burning hearts, flaming tongues.  This is the imagery of Pentecost.

Pentecost Sunday is ignored by many devout Christians and I’m not sure why.  Our culture doesn’t recognize it as a Hallmark Holiday.  A quick review of upcoming sermons at the largest independent churches near me seem to indicate that Acts 2 will not be the lesson for this Sunday in spite of the liturgical calendar (because those churches are not particularly liturgical?)

The world is on fire, so why aren’t we?

Where I live there are plans to discuss voter rights in a weekend Zoom Call.  There is a virtual interfaith vigil on Monday to lament, mourn, and honor the 100,000+ who have died from COVID-19.  There are online gatherings to confess the sins of systemic racism as demonstrated most recently by the death of George Floyd and the 911 call by Amy Cooper.

And then there’s Pentecost Sunday.  Can we who claim to be followers of Jesus go about our usual schedules without stopping to consider why or why not we are experiencing the fire of the Holy Spirit?

What are we on fire about today?  The release of new music?  The Dow? The unemployment rate?  Ahmaud Arbery?  The 2020 election?  Running out of flour?

God has called each of us to love our neighbors.  Which neighbors are we on fire to love today?  And how will we love them?

It’s not a rhetorical question.

Yesterday, my colleague Rev. Alex Porter made a recorded video response to another video taken by Darnella Frazier who witnessed what would become the murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis.  Please make yourself watch both of them.

I could try to recount all the black and brown people who have been accused of something nefarious while napping, bird-watching, playing in a playground, or jogging.  Some of these people were murdered.

It doesn’t matter if Mr. Floyd was carrying a weapon.  (Early reports say he wasn’t.)

It doesn’t matter if Mr. Floyd was intoxicated or high. (Early reports say he wasn’t.)

It doesn’t even matter if Mr. Floyd committed a vicious crime. (Early reports say he hadn’t.)

Nobody deserves to be treated this way.

Mr. Floyd’s boss said this:

(He was) the kind of employee who would go out of his way to help a customer, offering a safe ride home to those who had too much to drink and once helping a woman who locked her keys in her car.

Until we eradicate systemic racism in this country, we cannot call ourselves Great.  We cannot call ourselves Good.  We certainly cannot call ourselves Christian.

White Supremacy is evil.  We are all party to it.  We need Divine help to overcome it.

Many of my friends and colleagues are chaplains.  They work in hospitals, retirement communities, colleges and universities.  They serve hospice patients and the military wounded.

And they also serve the overworked staffs in those hospitals, retirement communities, colleges, universities, hospices and military bases.

When I was a hospital chaplain after seminary, I spent about half my time with NICU and pediatric cancer patients and their parents, and the other half with exhausted medical professionals who watched their tiny patients die on a regular basis.

Today we need to support our chaplains.  Like parish pastors chaplains tend both to their own congregations and to the surrounding community.  Here’s how we can help:

1. If you know any chaplains personally, send them a gift card for carry-out food or send them a note reminding them that they are amazing.
2. If you do not know any chaplains personally, write Thank You notes (preferably with gift cards inside) and address to Campus Ministry on your local campus or to The Department of Pastoral Care in your local hospital or to The Chaplain’s Office in your local retirement community or hospice center.
3. Write notes to people in assisted living and health care units in your local retirement community.  Who cares if you don’t know them by name?  Write a cheery note.  Send a photo of something beautiful.  Remind them that they are not forgotten even in quarantine. Tell them you will pray for them and then pray for them.  (This also supports their overwhelmed chaplains who find comfort in knowing there are others who care.)
4. Contact the administration office of your local retirement community and find out what you can do for the low wage workers who clean and cook. Order pizza for the housekeeping department.  Be creative while being cognizant of social distancing.  (Believe me, this will help the chaplains who work alongside them.)
5. For children and those who live/work with children: draw pictures to send to those in isolation in nursing homes and retirement communities.  You can address them to the chaplain or pastoral care office and somebody will deliver them for you.

More businesses and recreational sites might be open now that Memorial Day weekend has come and gone.  But where I live, the outbreaks continue and – in some places – are increasing.

Our chaplains are on the front lines with doctors, nurses, and therapists.  This is a good day to thank them.  It’s more productive than eating a package of Oreos or downing a bottle of wine.

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Memorial Day is our annual sacred remembrance of those who’ve died in an American war.  We often confuse it with Veterans’ Day or even the Fourth of July.  Some call it the unofficial beginning of summer.  Others take advantage of car sales.

But it is indeed a sacred day.  I asked HH if he knew anyone personally who had actually died in an American war and the closest he could come up with was the older brother of a high school friend who died in Vietnam.

As for me, I know many veterans who have fought in Iraq, Afghanistan, Vietnam and even World Ward II (Thank you Uncle John.)  But the closest thing I have to a personal relative or friend – or even the relative of a friend – who died in war was Samuel Edmiston who died at Antietam and he wasn’t even fighting for the Americans. Needless to say, I didn’t know him personally.

Who is the closest person you’ve lost in an American war?  What’s their first and last name?

I wonder if one of the many divides in our nation – the divide between military families and non-military families – has to do with privilege.  Enlisted people tend to have high school school diplomas and some college, but “fewer than one-in-ten enlisted personnel (7%) have a bachelor’s degree, compared with 19% of all adults ages 18 to 44” according to this 2017 Pew study.

Both officers and enlisted people die in war of course, but enlisted personnel are more likely to die because their lack of education gives them fewer opportunities to serve away from the front lines.  This article claims that military recruiters specifically target poor and middle class high school students for enlistment, going to so far to say that “the Military views poor kids as fodder for its forever wars.”

Most of my family and friends are well-educated, financially comfortable White people.  We are dripping with all kinds of priviledge.  And I wonder if there is a correlation between this fact and the fact that I have not known a single person who died in a U.S. war.

How about you?

We thank God today for the honorable sacrifices that so many have made defending the United States.  One of those sacrifices was made by Army Private First Class Dan Bullock who died at the age of 15 in Vietnam.  He wanted to join the Army so badly that he altered his birth records.  He was born in Goldsboro, N.C.  Our hearts are filled as we remember these people today whether we know them by name or not.

Twitter has informed their employees that they can work from home “forever.”  Google and Facebook are saying that their employees will not return to the office until this fall or next year.  My own office is definitely closed until July 6th but I’m assuming that date will be extended.  You can read more here in this article by Juliette Kayyem for The Atlantic.

In spite of the justified complaints about working from home, there are also countless benefits.  We can do a load of laundry between meetings.  We can bake brownies while reading emails.  The dog is happy to have more walks during the day.  We can wear sweats with a professional shirt.

Obviously, there are countless careers/jobs that cannot be done from home.  I wonder if one of the systemic shifts post-pandemic will be that we increasingly choose our occupations based on the ability to work from home.

NOTE:  This whole conversation reeks of privilege.  We who are Privileged have lots of choices.  The poor do not and it’s always been true that the poor do jobs that many of us would not do because we don’t have to: sanitation workers, delivery people, ditch diggers.  We must be mindful of this reality.

There is a meme going around about Ascension Day (May 21, 2020) – the holy day that when Christians acknowledge Jesus being lifted into heaven after the resurrection:

“Today is the feast of the Ascension marking the day when Jesus started to work from home.”

Working from home is just the tip of the iceberg.

The layers of shifting the culture because of COVID-19 are countless and complicated.  Is corporate culture over?  Will most meetings stay virtual?  Is residential architecture going to become more working-from-home friendly?  Will Trauma Informed Care become part of the curriculum for training teachers and child care workers?  Will liability laws change?  Will technology improve to allow most medical professionals to work from home while adhering to HIPPA laws?

The Church is also going to be changing in dramatic ways that we cannot yet imagine.  But the notion of Jesus “working from home” while the Holy Spirit is with us wherever we go assures me that all will be well.

Happy Ascension Day.

It’s come to this.

Some of us are eating donuts.  Some of us are making potholders.  HH and I are watching 2017-era Family Feud reruns.  It takes less effort than playing Scrabble and slightly more effort than playing Spelling Bee on my NY Times app.

Therapists are telling us that the pandemic is exhausting.  It impacts our brains in a variety of ways from making us foggy to making our sleep fitful.  Even National Geographic is weighing in.

Please tell me you have adopted some brainless habits after a day of homeschooling and zooming.  Please do not tell me you’re learning Mandarin or writing a novel.  But if you are, I’m grateful your brain is tolerating those efforts.

My brain has decided – at least for today – that Steve Harvey is hilarious.

If you have an extra five minutes and 47 seconds today, do yourself a favor and watch this lovely story from one of my pandemic church communities: CBS Sunday Morning.  You’ll be so happy you watched.

Strong leaders in both non-profit and for profit organizations are taught to take the balcony view if we want our organizations to thrive.  Yes, leaders need to do triage and oversee nuts and bolts details.  On any given day I spend a chunk of time:

• Finalizing grant processes
• Answering emails and texts
• Meeting on Zoom (Jesus be my tech support)
• Reading articles about resilience, loneliness, government updates, and epidemiology
• Talking on the phone
• Talking on screens
• Talking with God

But my best work is done alone time drinking coffee on my own balcony or walking through the neighborhood in order to think.

I love a balcony.  I heart The Big Picture.

[Very personal note: My top Strength on Gallup’s CliftonStrengths is Futuristic.  At the risk of sounding obnoxious, I can see the future because: Holy Spirit.  I love what I see because God is unspeakably amazing – although we often get in the way because we are selfish, greedy and stubborn – but that’s for another blog post.]

Elizabeth McDaid wrote this article in 2016 which pulls in the Balcony Thinking of everyone from Heifetz and Linsky to Fredrick Ouko to the Buddhists.  (Check out more about Fredrick Ouko here.)  She helpfully explains how to rock the balcony.

This is an essential time for Balcony Observations.  We have got to look at:

• What’s truly feeding people spiritually and what’s not?
• Where is the energy and where is the soul-sucking?
• What’s the impact?
• Why oh why are we doing this, especially if nobody is being fed, energized or positively impacted?

God is giving us this time for Dramatic and Faithful Transformation.  These are the days when:

• Politically – we need to look at student loan policies, immigration policies, gun policies, minimum wage policies, and building our nation’s physical and technological infrastructure.  What is truly just for a nation that declares these words?

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

• Physically – we need to ensure that every single person within our borders has shelter, food, and health care.  These are basic human rights.  (May God have mercy on us if we stand in the way from serving the poor.  Seriously, we are playing with Cosmic Fire.)
• (And speaking of God) Spiritually – we need to commit to spiritual practices that look more than What Jesus Was Talking About and less like sentimental social clubbing.

This is what I see from the balcony.  What about you?

I love what The Presbytery of Greater Atlanta has come up with in terms of advising their congregations about “re-opening.”*

There are two columns of advice published side by side.  The first column states OPENING UP AMERICA GUIDELINES.  The second column states the PRESBYTERY OF GREATER ATLANTA RECOMMENDATIONS FOR CHURCHES.  Reading it reminds me about what Jesus said here.

In a nutshell, Jesus pointed out what the law said (“You’ve heard it said . . . “) and then he offers a different standard (“But I say . . . “)

We who are familiar with Jesus know this ratcheted-up version of the law:

• Turn the other cheek.
• Share your coat AND your cloak.
• Do not look at other people with lust (i.e. don’t objectify them.)
• Love your enemies (also reconcile with them)

If you read the whole passage, Jesus is clearly asking us to be outrageously loving towards other people – including the ones who make us crazy/angry/feel hurt.  This is coming from the guy who prayed that God would forgive the very people who tortured and executed him.

Jesus’ rules are really, really hard to follow.  The focus is on loving our neighbors.  Sounds easy but it’s not easy.

And this is why the Presbytery of Greater Atlanta (and maybe other Christian leaders) are saying that . . .

• While Phase 1 in much of America has said “no more than ten people should gather” . . .
•  . . . They are recommending that “churches should continue recording worship serviced while maintaining six feel of social distancing.”

In North Carolina, the governor is receiving constant pressure to allow churches to “open” again which makes the assumption that our churches have been closed.  Almost no churches have “closed” where I live.   Here’s one group of leaders recently highlighted on WRAL in Raleigh.  (Thank you colleagues.)

“The God who made the world and everything in it, he who is Lord of heaven and earth, does not live in shrines made by human hands.”

Amen and amen.

We who are keeping our church buildings closed beyond the state requirements could be called overly cautious or even “faithless” (if we believe that tempting God is okay.)  We are doing this not because we believe that COVID-19 is more powerful than the Creator.  We are doing this to protect the vulnerable among us – the immune-deficient, the elderly, those with respiratory conditions.  Many of the most vulnerable would be the first to come into our sanctuaries and sit on pews and hold hymnals and even share a common cup – if that’s what somebody said was okay.

We’ve heard it said that worshipping six feet apart and refraining from passing the peace is the law.  But Jesus said we need to go further for the sake of the vulnerable.

At least this is how I interpret scripture.  Everything in Scripture from Genesis to the Revelation points to this Truth.  Read this.

So, please stay home – even if the law says it’s okay to venture out and get a pedicure.  Can we at least consider sacrificing our personal desires for the safety of others for just a little longer?

* If your church has continued to offer worship and mission, you have never closed.

Last weekend when the weather was sunny and cool, the Little Sugar Creek Greenway in Charlotte was crowded with dog-walkers, joggers, and bicyclists.  It was lovely.

The Greenway is a low-lying walking/biking path that floods often after heavy storms. Along the path are regularly placed signs warning of the dangers.  This is not the place to walk your dog during a thunderstorm.

This warning sign (above) reminds us to be careful ourselves and to look out for others in trouble.  I would like to post these signs on every screen, street corner, and sidewalk.

Some of us are drowning.  We are drowning in Zoom meetings, Go-To-Meetings, Google Hangouts and Skype meetings.  We are drowning in phone calls, texts, and emails. We are drowning in grant proposals, worship prep and trying to make it okay that our graduations, weddings, funerals, and birthday parties are not what we expected.

I have several friends planning virtual ordinations.  There will be no laying on of hands the way the early disciples did it and this makes my heart hurt.

We (who are threatened with drowning) can take precautions.  We can rest up.  We can refrain from gorging ourselves on junk food before leaping into the deep.  We can cling to life preservers (also called “therapists.”)  We can stay close to the Life Guard (also known as Jesus.)

And – at least as importantly – we can help others who might be drowning.  One of the best things to offer is encouragement to step back from the flood.  If you are a supervisor, encourage your staff to take a nap in the sun.  If you are the parent of a school-aged student, offer lessons in cookie baking and dirt digging.  If you are in contact with “essential workers” thank them profusely – preferably with gift cards and huge tips.

We can prevent pandemic drowning.  We can prevent our own pandemic drowning and the pandemic drowning of our colleagues and loved ones.  Sometimes people need permission to stop.  Sometimes we need encouragement to step away from our computers and our phones.

I love it when people ask me, “What is giving you life today?” so, I’ll ask you: “What’s giving you life on this particular day in Pandemic World?”

This is a really good time to toss people a life preserver.  Just like the person in the picture above, everybody is walking around with an ! above their heads.  Let’s keep this in mind as we connect with them today.