Glimpses of Healing and Hope

May 29, 2017
By Jane Bishop Halteman

Pentecost worship visual created at Creekside Church of the Brethren, Elkhart, IN

Next Sunday we will observe Pentecost, which falls on the seventh Sunday after Easter and marks, on the liturgical calendar, the coming of the Holy Spirit and the birthday of the church. The annual festival also invites us as individuals to notice Divine movement in our individual lives and calls us to share stories of the Spirit on the loose.

For the disciples, now missing the physical presence of Jesus who had ascended 10 days earlier according to Biblical tradition, the descent of the Holy Spirit was a reminder that Jesus would always be with them; the wind and fire of the Spirit bolstered their courage to carry on the Kingdom work Jesus had begun.

Some years ago in a post at Mustard Seed Associates’ Godspace website, Christine Sine said this about Pentecost:  “As the Holy Spirit fell on the disciples, the barriers of language and culture were broken down, not so that everyone thought and looked the same, but so that everyone understood each other in their own language and culture. This festival draws us beyond the resurrection to remind us that through the coming of the Holy Spirit we become part of a transnational community from every nation, culture, and social class.”

Joan Chittister, in her Essential Writings, adds this about the Spirit: “The Spirit of God moves us to new heights of understanding, to new types of witness, to new dimensions of life needed in the here and now. The static dies under the impulse of the Spirit of a creating God. We do not live in the past. We are not blind beggars on a dark road groping our separate ways toward God. There is a magnet in each of us, a gift for God that repels deceit and impels us toward good. The gifts are mutual, mitered to fit into one another for strength and surety.”

Pastor Janice’s sermon yesterday, based on verses 15-23 of Ephesians 1, seemed the perfect lead-up to next week’s Pentecost worship service as she spoke of how one’s personal sense of being the beloved child of God nourishes deep faith.

She compared developing faith to the escalating nature of a fireworks display, referencing South Bend’s Best. Week. Ever. fireworks event coming Friday (see Best. Week. Ever. schedule here). The first lone firework catches our attention, and ultimately the show crescendos to a grand finale as excitement builds. In similar fashion, she said, “Something comes into our lives like that first firework; the fireworks of God’s love continue to go off, (though) sometimes with long pauses between,” she acknowledged.

Based on the example set by my first spiritual director, I often have found myself asking a new directee whether or not she identifies as the beloved daughter of God. I recall journaling in bewilderment about that moment when my spiritual director asked me that question. Months, maybe even years later, the significance began to dawn on me, but initially, I found the question difficult to hear, imagining it presumptuous or perhaps even impertinent to claim myself beloved by the Divine.

In the words of Sarah Brock, writing for Episcopal Café, “It’s one thing to speak God’s love, another to know it, and entirely different to feel it deep in your soul. I have rarely set aside time and space to just be loved. Whether that love comes to us in a kind gesture from a neighbor, a hug at just the right moment, or in the silence of a holy place, it’s always there embedded in our souls, flooding into our awareness, sometimes when we least expect it.”

Pentecost, it seems to me, ritualizes the raining down of Divine love as the aggressive imagery of wind and fire promises not to desert us. The Ephesians passage from yesterday’s sermon, Janice said, reveals a high view of the church, the conduit by which the Divine message reaches others, “how love and mercy and grace get showered on the world. Fireworks are meant to be displayed in a crowd so we can ooh and aah with others!”

In the wake of tragedies like this past week’s Manchester suicide bombing, this article on How social ties make us resilient to trauma further reminds me that “as we struggle to find words to express our shock and sympathy for those who were harmed, we should not forget the healing power of building connections to each other.”

And this Parker Palmer post offers, in the spirit of Pentecost, a Rilke poem urging “us to live life to the fullest, fearing no danger, and ‘flaring up like flame’” so that we might “take life-giving risks as opportunity arises—life-giving not only for me but also for others. When I feel afraid to live that way, I turn to the poem’s final line, which reminds me that I can always find the comfort of companionship on the way.”

In what ways have you glimpsed the infinite, abundant companionship/love of the Divine and others on the journey?  Have you taken stock of what might be impeding your view? 


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May 22, 2017
By Jane Bishop Halteman

Photo by Dan Longenecker

Today, May 22, marks my youngest brother, Greg’s, 61st birthday.  He celebrated his last earthly birthday 43 years ago just months before a single-car accident took his life on October 15, 1974, at 18 years of age.

By happy coincidence or divine intervention, just in time for us to observe Greg's birthday, KRMCer Fred sent me the above photo three days ago of my mom and dad and Greg in their home back in the early 1970s.  Fred’s dad Dan served as pastor at my parents’ church in eastern Pennsylvania from 1973-1978.  An elementary schooler at the time, Fred does not recall much about Greg, whom he had known only a short time before Greg’s death.

On the evening of the crash just a mile or so from home, my parents had arrived back from visiting us and our six-month-old son in our new home in Upland, IN, where Jim had taken his first job as an economics professor at Taylor University.  Greg had helped us move in July with baby Matt, and we saw Greg again in August, when this family photo (below) was taken.  My apparently superstitious great grandmother reminded us after Greg's death that it is not uncommon for someone to die after a family photo is taken. 


Mom and dad returned home to a police car waiting in their driveway.  As a nurse with ER experience, my mother knew instinctively that their son likely already was gone after the police confirmed with them the kind of car he was driving.  The shocking news reached us at midnight that evening, and we left the next morning for the long trip back to the distant suburbs of Philadelphia, stopping for a short time in central PA to visit briefly with our former small group in State College where we had spent the last five years. 

Greg’s death came 12 years after another bereavement that numbed me to the possibility of experiencing new pain; almost no processing about the two consequential deaths took place for many years, but, after meeting a companion for the grief journey seven years ago, the unfolding of the first loss began, eventually sparking momentum to delve into unpacking the untended grief around my brother’s death.

During a visit this past April to see mom and dad in their personal care unit at a Mennonite retirement community, brother Tom crossed paths, quite serendipitously, with a volunteer fireman who was an emergency responder at the scene of Greg’s accident.

Now 75 years old and mayor of our small hometown, the fireman shared his memories of that night over lunch with me this past week; I could feel old grief beginning to green to gift and grace as he recounted how the fire department got a call on that fateful night from the county to a “rescue” operation, meaning there was a chance the victim might be alive.

The story our family had been told these many years mentioned a Catholic neighbor who reportedly heard the crash and went outside to where our brother lay on the ground, still breathing.  She stayed with him, the story goes, until his heart stopped beating.  In my mind, I see her tenderly holding his hand, but I can’t vouch for whether or not that part is fact or wishful thinking.   

According to police reports, our brother had passed a car on wet streets and, on returning to his lane, apparently had been thrown off the highway.  These many years later, the mayor confirmed that, yes, Greg appeared to have flown out of the car (before seat belts were required) landing on his back, at which point the car flipped upside down on top of him.  At 33 years old then, the mayor recalls thinking, “Greg is so young; this can't be.”  Noting that this was his first experience with the death of one so young, the former fireman also remembered compassionately that “he looked so peaceful,” a gift for family to hear so many years later.

After I told him a tiny bit about the grief work I’ve been doing the last seven years, the mayor shared about losing his own dad at 16 while they were playing ball together, losing his first wife to breast cancer when she was 42, and now standing strong by his daughter as she confronts breast cancer at 49.  I was struck by his willingness to be vulnerable with a near-stranger, though not surprised since we had shared stories of personal pain with one another.

We certainly didn’t call our interaction over lunch that day communion, but it definitely was a kind of breaking bread together.  The mayor thinks he may know the neighbor woman who crossed the street to companion Greg in his last moments.  She is now in her early 80s, of sound mind, and still lives in the same house.  “I run into her now and again,”  he said.  “I’ll ask her if she was there.”   If she is the one who stood by our brother so graciously in those final moments, I will be in touch so that the green shoots of redemption might continue to yield gift and grace. 

My parents, brothers Tom and Dave, and I continue to celebrate Greg’s birthday in gratitude for the 18 years of life given him, the all-too-brief time we shared together. We remember him well in a variety of excavating our own pain, by speaking of him and learning more about the accident which took him from us so suddenly, by sharing memories with others who knew him.  Mom and dad are forever grateful for the two years immediately after Greg's death during which his high school friends visited every Sunday night seeking companionship with each other and mom and dad in this loss.  

High school friend and band compatriot Eric told us again just this past weekend that he continues to jam with Greg’s (and the band’s) music from all those years ago.  Meeting Greg’s high school friend Ted unexpectedly at church Sunday morning added another mystical moment to the birthday weekend, not to mention the fact that friends from so long ago in State College showed up as visitors at the same church Sunday where I was a guest and recalled that we returned in October 1974 on the way to my brother's funeral, without knowledge that today is his birthday or that I was preparing this post.  That all of these moments took place on Greg's birthday weekend are indeed sparks of light in this resurrection season!

Creation of this youtube video of memories of Greg a few years back became another redemptive mechanism for managing life after loss.  The video continues to reinforce the fact that our short time together was more than just a blip on the screen and reminds us of his quirky sense of humor as we see Greg posing in these old pictures with an icicle, breakfast cereal, a carrot, a chicken leg.  Only Greg... 

In what ways have you experienced gift and grace emerging from past personal pain?  How has the Divine led you to new landscapes in the midst of aches you once feared would devour you?   

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May 15, 2017
By Jane Bishop Halteman

Moms and their kids, grandkids, and great grandkids

The occasion of our culture’s Mother’s Day reminds me, in the words of Spirituality & Practice website founders Frederic and Mary Ann Brussat, that “the most common word association with nurturing is mothering. All of us, male and female, single or married, old or young have the potential to give birth and raise something in the world. In a prayer written for Mother's Day, Pamela Spence Bakker uses the following images...some of us give birth to: children, ideas, art, music. Some of us raise: animals, flowers, or vegetables, our friends, our parents, our brothers and sisters, interest in a cause, money for charity, concerns, our voices against injustice, our eyebrows, Cain. 

Wise folks that they are, the Brussats note that “we are aware that to some people, Mother's Day seems to be a holiday concocted by the greeting card and floral companies, a cultural holiday dominated by consumer pressures. For those whose mothers have died or are distant, and for those who have never been mothers, the day touches other sensitivities. But we think any ‘problem’ with Mother's Day is just because typically it is defined too narrowly. There are many mothers in all our lives and many kinds of mothering experiences.” 

John O’Donohue offers a Blessing for Mother in his book, To Bless the Space Between Us.  He speaks of a mother’s voice, a mother’s eyes, a mother’s nearness as a few of the earliest influences on a child’s life that typically come from a nurturing, mothering figure.  My own mother extended her nurturing, mothering spirit to many outside our family from as far back as I can recall.  She sewed on buttons for neighborhood kids whose moms didn’t know how or couldn’t take the time, she shared meals generously with family and friends and guest speakers at our Sunday dinner table, she gave of herself to offer comfort and care as a nurse in a retirement community, an operating room, a private practice office.   

After my youngest brother died at 18 in a car accident, mom reached out to other women who lost children tragically.  When she moved to a retirement community with my dad in 1992, she began nurturing older residents who needed assistance she was able to provide, volunteered to take wellness blood pressures, and eventually began walking my mother-in-law to dementia day care when it became difficult for my father-in-law to do that.

Jan Richardson suggests that “our mothers are our first landscape, our original terrain, creating us and sheltering us in the space of their own body. When we have mothers who know, or learn along the way, how to keep creating the landscape for us and with us—when they can fashion a terrain that provides both sanctuary and the freedom to find the contours of our own life—that is gift indeed.”

Knowing that not all of us have benefited from living in a household with a naturally nurturing mother, Richardson wisely says, “I offer prayers for those women who, owing to the gaps and fissures in their own landscape, have left pain and emptiness in the space where a mother should have been. For those who choose to enter into the empty, motherless places—the ‘othermothers’ who come in the form of teachers, grandmothers, aunts, sisters, neighbors, friends—bless you and thank you for your mothering hearts.”

Richardson shares her Blessing the Mothers prayer at this link.    

Besides the nurturing role model of my own mother, I am grateful for many other mothering figures in my life, some female, some male: the childhood neighbor who scooped me up and held me close after I rolled down a hill into a wagon wheel that had lost its rubber tire; the grade school teachers who recognized the diligence of a shy student; the college prof who believed I could write and continued to inspire many years after graduation; the bosses and managers who offered encouraging words for work well done and strategized new challenges; the authors who blessed with their profound thoughts and life-changing ways of being; the pastors who aroused interest in the contemplative; the family members who noticed and honored and thanked; the old and new friends who applauded what I birthed and raised in the world; the spiritual directors who stood by as advocates no matter what. 

Who are some of the many nurturing mothers in your life? How do you pass on the nurturing experiences with which you have been blessed? How have you experienced the feminine love of the Divine through mothering love?  

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May 8, 2017
By:  Jane Bishop Halteman

Life-giving encounters:  knotting comforters, observing spring, celebrating family milestones, tracking Studebakers, volunteering at Villages, birdwatching

Parker Palmer’s What’s an Angry Quaker to Do, posted at On Being March 29, escaped me until this past week, but managing anger seems a worthy topic during the season of Eastertide, particularly this season of Eastertide when many people of faith find themselves at political odds with friends and neighbors, perhaps family, or in particular the present administration.

Palmer's column opens like this:  “I’m a Quaker. I stand in a religious tradition that asks me to live by such values as community, equality, simplicity, and non-violence. As a result, I frequently find myself in deep oatmeal—especially when it comes to politics, where I seem to have an anger management problem. Not long ago, a friend with whom I’d been having a heated political argument gave me a black t-shirt that says ‘One Mean Quaker.’”

Asking if anger can find “a role to play in the life of someone who aspires to non-violence,” Palmer says his response is different in three ways from those who “regard anger as a spiritual flaw to be eliminated.”

He suggests that “whitewashing in the name of God doesn’t improve the world—it discredits religion as yet another source of delusion.” Secondly, he says, he has discovered that forgiveness “is not always mine to give.”

And finally, he states that, while he is aware anger can harm the angry one, he has learned from three serious depressions that buried anger “poses more threats to my well being—and that of those around me—than anger expressed non-violently. Repressed anger is dangerous. Anger harnessed as an energy we can ride toward new life for all concerned is redemptive.”

Palmer reports wanting to “redouble my efforts to help us renew our capacity for civic community and civil discourse. I want to ride the energy of anger toward work that brings citizens together in life-giving live encounters—knowing that if the reality of ‘We the People’ continues to fade into mist and myth, we’ll lose our democracy.

What ways have you found to ride the energy of anger in the current political climate or some other situation where you recognize that anger might be debilitating if not directed in healthy ways?  Connections are important to me; I have recently broadened my connections to take on more responsibility to offer social media services to our own Ten Thousand Villages store along with other peace and justice efforts around town. 

Most weeks I find myself sufficiently “distracted” by family, church, and local activities so that pent-up anger is diffused positively by engaging in life-giving encounters.  This past week, as illustrated in the collage above, I enjoyed tying a few knots with Barbara and Elaine on a comforter Betty made for refugees, paying attention to spring vegetables and flowers and the general greening up of our part of the world, celebrating a family birthday, doing some social media posts for Villages, cruising four blocks of Studebakers in downtown South Bend, and learning some new birdwatching tips from Marty.

A number of people from our congregation gather the second Monday of each month (that’s tonight at 6:30 if you are interested in joining them) “to talk about and take political action.  We meet regularly at Restoration Farm and anyone is welcome to come.  We update, encourage, share articles that are useful to read, attempt to take the pulse of the public and governance.  We also laugh a lot, good medicine these days,” says Danile.

I hope to post more information next week on this KRMC group’s due diligence with respect to informed citizen action; in the meantime, take a moment between now and then to listen to Home of the Brave (Immigrants and Pilgrims and Refugees), shared on Facebook this week by a friend.  The link features a new song by JD Martin (whom some of us knew as Jerry Derstine back in the day) and two other songwriters who, it appears, have found a useful way to manage post-election energy. 

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May 1, 2017
By:  Jane Bishop Halteman

How a Saint Mary's College reflection photo created connection...

“People say, what is the sense of our small effort? They cannot see that we must lay one brick at a time, take one step at a time. A pebble cast into a pond causes ripples that spread in all directions. Each one of our thoughts, words, and deeds is like that. No one has a right to sit down and feel hopeless. There is too much work to do.”

Finding this quote from Dorothy Day, Catholic social activist and co-founder of the Catholic Worker movement, reminded me this past week that it’s too soon to quit during what feels like a tumultuous time in our country and our world.

Making connections in this season of resurrection is one way to revitalize flagging hope.  I made an interesting connection a few days ago via a photo challenge in which I participated during the month of April.  Hosted by Susannah Conway, who provides on-line photo prompts (suggestions to help participants find photo opportunities), this contemplative daily discipline reminds members to “use the challenge as a way to give yourself ten minutes to notice your surroundings and take a breath.” 

With a series of prompts like ‘serenity,’ ‘doorway,’ and ‘reflection,’ contributor photos and journal entries offered a dose every day in April of profound day-brighteners and thoughtful sentiments about the ups and downs of the journey.  Two days after I posted the above photo in response to the ‘reflection’ prompt, I heard from Marian in Florida, who recognized Saint Mary’s College as the place where her friend conducts a women’s chorus:  “Beautiful, Jane!” she said.  “If you get the chance to hear the Saint Mary’s chorus or South Bend Chamber Singers, do go! My friend directs some beautifully ‘reflective’ concerts with both choirs.”

More on-line correspondence led to the awareness that both Marian as a musician and I as a journalist are involved in “writing” story.  I was intrigued by her understanding of prepping choral presentations as “writing” them and googled her name; what a delight to discover her TEDx talk entitled Transformative Listening. 

The introduction to her talk says this about her:  “As a choral conductor, Marian Dolan examines silences broken by stories told through song and the level of understanding and compassion we can achieve if we listen. These musical stories give us an opportunity to better the world by listening and allowing others to heal by sharing their stories.”

The introduction further asserts that “Marian Dolan is a musician. When asked what she plays, she smiles and answers: people. She’s a choral conductor, so her ‘instrument’ is literally a very human one. Together, a chorus and director are artistic storytellers, singing stories-in-song….Breaking boundaries to sing stories means being a bridge-builder of connection and community.”

I urge you to watch Marian’s TEDx talk, where you will find her sharing about the concert she named Voices of Courage (marking 10 years since 9/11) and the concert she called Finding a Voice (honoring women who chose to say ‘no’ to gender violence as they used lament to break their silence and move from hope to healing and eventual restoration).

She offers a clip from this performance of Senzenina and the amazing story of meeting Archbishop Desmond Tutu of South Africa while she was in her second year as a music professor in the theology school at Emory University.

She recalls Tutu’s answer to another faculty member’s question at a retreat where she first met the archbishop:  “When the painful stories were so overwhelming, what did you do?”  Referencing his experiences with Truth and Reconciliation Commission (TRC) hearings where victims of apartheid violence were invited to share their stories before the commission and perpetrators, Tutu responded:  “I sang…when my spirit could hold no more, I sang. 

Marian remembers that “he quietly started singing right there” with the gathered faculty on retreat, just as he had done in those TRC hearings.  Senzenina means “What have we done to deserve this?” and begs an answer to the much larger question “Why is this violence perpetrated on us?” she explains. 

“I've really sat with that greater insight in light of Tutu singing it in the TRC hearings, and of his musical invitation being responded to by all who are present... that after hearing these horrifically real, long-silenced, very personal stories of violence, for him to start the communal singing Senzenina is, to me, beyond powerful. I can't even begin to imagine the sound of that communal ‘lament’ in that room in that moment...of what it meant for all who were present to literally ‘carry’ the now-unsilenced story and lament therein.”

As we continue the Eastertide journey of resurrection living, notice opportunities to engage in life-giving connections and transformative listening.  Who has helped you unveil more of your own journey stories? Who have you listened into revealing more of his or hers?  How are we becoming bridge-builders of connection and community,” perhaps actually helping to carry the pain of another?

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April 24, 2017
By:  Jane Bishop Halteman

Our wonderful Earth; how do we keep it safe from harm?

Earth Day (this past Saturday) and the last few days here in South Bend couldn’t have been more beautiful…vivid blue skies and off-and-on-again warmth coaxed out bright green leaves and glorious blossoms like redbud and dogwood.  Jenny Wrens sang lustily as fragrance exploded from backyard viburnum and lilac bushes.

Local planners reportedly expected 300-400 marchers in Saturday’s March for Science: South Bend, which coincided with Earth Day, and were pleasantly surprised by a turnout estimated at 1,100, according to an on-line article in the South Bend Tribune.

“The March for Science began as a notion batted around online on Reddit after the Women’s March on Washington, which was held January 21, the day after the inauguration. The idea snowballed after it was endorsed by numerous mainstream science organizations, which vowed that it would not be a partisan event. It eventually became a global phenomenon, held in more than 600 cities on six continents—and cheered on by scientists on a seventh, Antarctica,” a story published Saturday by The Washington Post reveals.

Earth Day Network reports that back on the first Earth Day “on April 22, 1970, 20 million Americans took to the streets, parks, and auditoriums to demonstrate for a healthy, sustainable environment in massive coast-to-coast rallies,” noting that “in the spirit of the teach-ins brought on by the original Earth Day, we are here again to promote awareness of the urgent and unprecedented need to show up for our environment so we can live healthy and sustainable lives.”

According to its website, the Sierra Club, founded by conservationist John Muir in 1892, is “the nation’s largest and most influential grassroots environmental organization, with more than two million members and supporters. Our successes range from protecting millions of acres of wilderness to helping pass the Clean Air Act, Clean Water Act, and Endangered Species Act. More recently, we’ve made history by leading the charge to move away from the dirty fossil fuels that cause climate disruption and toward a clean energy economy.”

The Sierra Club works to “mobilize voters to pressure Congress and other policymakers to protect endangered species, defend national parks and wildlife refuges from dangerous drilling, stop the Keystone XL pipeline, prevent reckless new offshore drilling in the Arctic, Atlantic, Gulf and Pacific, and save the Environmental Protection Agency from an onslaught of attacks that threaten our health and our planet.”

A local South Bend Sierra Club chapter, which had been largely inactive in recent years, has revitalized since January in the wake of present administration activity. These articles reveal some of the broader reasons why people participated in the March for Science on Earth Day: famine and deforestation. Nature Conservancy president and CEO Mark Tercek shares here why that organization supports “science-based work managing and protecting our parks, wildlife refuges, sea shores, fisheries, forests, air and water quality.” For more Earth Day history, read last year’s Glimpses of Healing and Hope blog post here

Brad Roth, pastor of West Zion Mennonite Church in Moundridge, KS, said in a Mennonite World Review article this past week that “Earth Day is a great time for Christians to show our love for God’s green Earth.” Suggesting that “love for the soil may be the most biblical way to approach love for the Earth,” Roth says, “God placed Adam and Eve in the garden to ‘tend and care’ (Gen. 2:15) for the adamah—‘soil’ or ‘earth’ (3:23). Humanity’s care for Eden was first and foremost care for the soil.”

He continues, “Undoubtedly, God’s charge to tend and care for the soil had to do with its fragility. Soil is a resource that only slowly renews through the action of fungi and bacteria, insects, and earthworms. But more than the soil’s fragility, it’s perhaps the soil’s capacity to bring forth new life that causes God to confer on humankind a special charge to tend and care for it.” Roth concludes that some of the best ways for people of faith to take care of the soil are planting a garden, making compost, and encouraging earthworms. 

Mennonite Central Committee reports seven ways it cares for God’s creation (solar power, selling thrift, recycling, energy efficiency, geothermal promotion, and advocacy work) in this article; Mennonite Creation Care Network leader Jennifer Halteman Shrock offers insights here into how congregations might get started with creation care based on individuals’ interests and perspectives.  She describes “simple living servants, foodies, gardeners, and building geeks” as householders, the doers or ‘hands and feet,’ while she names the “naturalists, wounded witnesses, and watershed disciples” as regionally rooted or ‘heart’ people. Finally she categorizes the “theologians, activists, and professionals” in the congregation as the big picture people whom she designates the ‘eyes of the body.’ The challenge for individual congregations becomes sorting out individual gifts and coming to understand how those gifts and interests might merge to facilitate Earth care.  

National Public Radio’s Chew on this for Earth Day offers ways to consider how what we eat takes a toll on the Earth.  The story challenges readers/listeners to waste not, want not; rethink eating beef and lamb; consider plant-based dishes in restaurants. 

Spirituality & Practice offers these 12 Spiritual Practices to Honor the Earth. “Spiritual practices are the best ways we know to demonstrate kindness and courtesy toward the Earth, to express our gratitude and wonder, to yield to the mystery and the beauty of it all,” the authors say.  Will you practice attention to nature, devotion to the Earth, joy in the plant and animal kingdom, openness to your environment, or perhaps recommit yourself to living “lightly and respectfully on the planet” during this season of resurrection?

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April 17, 2017
By:  Jane Bishop Halteman

Trees begin to show the green haze of spring, a resurrection reminder

Back on April 1 the Fetzer Institute offered this post which featured “Hurry,” a poem from the Afghan Women’s Writing Project, which said, in part: 

I don’t have money, power
or authority, but I have God who gave me
a mouth with lips for smiling, I have language for speaking,
I can use them for good,
to carry messages of peace and love and forgiveness.

Using our smiles and language for good are commitments we might all make in the face of unrest around the world as we begin to live into the post-Easter season of resurrection, sometimes called Eastertide. 

Holy Week brought us face-to-face with violence once again, as we continued to lament the loss of UN peacekeeper MJ Sharp (see his father’s Facebook page here for more information) and cringed as our own country dropped the ‘mother of all bombs’ on Afghanistan.  

Iris de Leon-Hartshorn offers these words in Lament and Prayer for Afghanistan: “We as a church lament that our country operates within a paradigm that violence can produce peace. We as a nation continue to practice violence against our enemies. We confess our own complicity in how we too support such actions with the use of our tax dollars and in our daily interactions when we do not extend our hands to our enemies. We ask for God’s mercy and forgiveness.” 

Pastor Dave reminded us in his Easter morning sermon that “God still brings life out of our dark and dead places” with a brief telling of the story of Patrick who pushed his friend Justin in a wheelchair across northern Spain on the 500-mile El Camino de Santiago.  Dave spoke of the power of community and the fact that nearly 200 persons representing 27 nations assisted Patrick and Justin on the way, exemplifying the power of resurrection love from strangers. 

This link to last year’s Glimpses of Healing and Hope Easter blog references Frederic and Mary Ann Brussat’s Easter:  Resurrection as Spiritual Practice page at their Spirituality & Practice website.  They offer a variety of options for living into the resurrection, including these:  find ways to recognize renewal of life around you; notice radiance in people, places, growing things as signs of new birth; make way for new life by breaking down barriers; live in the moment (the only time the Divine brings forth new life); set the stage for new life by working for peace and justice; stay open to change as a sign of your receptivity to transformation.

And then there’s Anne Lamott who pretty much always speaks her mind and many of our minds as well.  Perhaps this is how to achieve resurrection living in the midst of chaos of one kind or another:  “It's amazing to stop pretending that things are not as bizarre and dire or hard as they are, in the marriage, for your grown child, in the nation. To be where your feet are, and to feel it all: the swirl of doom, of gratitude, of incredulous fear, of wonder, of hate, judgment, love.”  For more from Anne, see the rest of her post here.

Nancy, who just returned from DR Congo last week, reported in yesterday's service that she witnessed resurrection power as she observed a literacy teacher-training program in Kinshasa.   Read more about her experience here and watch her blog for future musings.  

Where do you notice signs of the resurrection like peace, love, forgiveness taking place around you?  In the words of Pastor Dave, “Live into the power of the resurrection where you see it.  Go and tell someone!   

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April 10, 2017
By:  Jane Bishop Halteman

Town hall:  caring about our neighbors

Jan Richardson’s April 5 Painted Prayerbook entry prepares us for the Palm Sunday experience.  You can see the entire piece plus the beautiful image she created to accompany her post here, along with her Blessing of Palms.  Today’s Glimpses of Healing and Hope column employs several paragraphs from her Palm Sunday account as a launching pad for this week’s journey toward Easter, the culmination of the Lenten season.

Richardson suggests that the week leading up to Palm Sunday, celebrated the week before Easter, “invites us to consider how we are moving through our own journey—through Lent as well as through life. Are we allowing ourselves to be swept along by circumstances, traveling our road by default? Or are we seeking to walk with intention and discernment, creating our path with some measure of the courage and clarity by which Christ walked his, even in the midst of forces that may lie beyond our control?”

Swept along and traveling by default or creating a path with courage and clarity?  How do we find our way on new turf?  Perhaps, as Joyce Rupp notes in her poem Old Maps No Longer Work (in Parker Palmer’s April 6 Facebook post), it is time to “toss away the old map.”

In Rupp's words, “It is time for the pilgrim in me / to travel in the dark, / to learn to read the stars / that shine in my soul. / I will walk deeper / into the dark of my night, / I will wait for the stars, / trust their guidance, / and let their light be enough for me.”   

Several times in my life I have been gifted by coming to know people I needed to encounter whose meeting I could not have orchestrated, though I am an experienced planner/organizer.  My brother met one of those sorts of people last week as he visited an open house at the elementary school he and I attended through sixth grade.

In all the years since our youngest brother died in 1974 at age 18 in a single-car accident a mile from home, we have not had (or created) occasion to seek out anyone on the scene at the time of his death, but my brother had the presence of mind to ask a volunteer fireman he met at our old school if he remembered hearing about Greg’s death.      

“I was there,” replied the fireman, who is also now mayor of our small hometown.  Eager journalist that I am, I cannot wait to talk to this man, to mine this opportunity which has fallen across our paths.  I have no roadmap for what’s next, but I know there will be a subsequent step on the grief journey for our family, another opportunity to arrive at more closure all these years later.

In addition to navigating our individual lives, many of us find ourselves presently more involved in local activism.  A number of Kern Roaders were among approximately 500 persons who attended a moderated town hall on the Affordable Care Act (ACA) Sunday at Century Center in South Bend.  The two sponsoring groups, Northern Indiana Community Coalition on Health Care (NICCHC) and Community Wellness Partners, presented speakers who explained provisions of the ACA, as well as citizens who offered moving testimonials of their personal experiences with the ACA. Unfortunately, our invited congresswoman did not attend or respond to invitations to participate.   

JoAnn Burke, from the Center for Aging Studies, spoke of the country’s aging population and the lack of a roadmap to sort out appropriate care for all.  “Ten thousand baby boomers turn 65 in this country every day; we have to roll up our sleeves and figure out how we are going to take care of all age groups,” she said. 

“We don’t know how to do it,” she added as she talked about larger numbers of people living longer, perhaps beyond the time when adequate care can be provided by families as may have been the case when life expectancy was shorter. “Strengthening our nation's health care system is a task for all of us; it's a common decency to care about our neighbors, said NICCHC representative Debra Javeline in her closing comments. “With no leaders in our districts, we are now the adults in the room.” 

Richardson writes that these weeks approaching Easter are prime times to ask, “How do we meet God in motion? How do we move toward the One who is already making his way toward us? Whatever circumstance we may find ourselves in, how do we participate in creating our path? What road is calling to us and has our name written on its stones? Will we go?” 

Whether you are presently most engaged by your personal or communal journey, consider the ways you are participating in creating your path. How will you meet the Divine, already coming toward you, as we transition to Easter living at the end of this year's Lenten journey?  

In the words of Pastor Janice in her Palm Sunday sermon, “Resurrection power prevails; how are you carrying love rather than violence into the world?” 

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