This is a Test

Fascism depends on people thinking that:

  • things aren’t that bad.
  • what’s happening there won’t happen in my area.
  • it will all work itself out and I don’t need to do anything.
  • it won’t impact me because I’m a citizen.
  • democracy has always survived; it will this time, too.

Fascism assumes we will be lulled into a false sense of security because the horrors are not knocking on our door. Fascism assumes we will grow tired of protesting and contacting senators and representatives because we think it won’t do any good. In short, fascism depends on our docility.

It is, however, time that we ask the question, how long will we:

  • tolerate the federal government deploying national guard troops against US citizens when the national guard is called out at the state’s behest?
  • ignore the inhumane conditions at Alligator Auschwitz because we don’t personally know anyone who has ended up there?
  • dismiss the attacks on civil rights for the LGBTQI community because we are not in that population?
  • Ignore an undone, mentally incompetent, megalomanic presiding over the demise of our democracy while we twiddle our thumbs?

It’s past time we remember Hitler didn’t start with concentration camps. He started by creating “us” and “them.” He started by dehumanizing groups of people and giving people a common “enemy.” He started by suppressing dissent and punishing those who publicly disagreed with him. He started by creating disinformation campaigns.

We cannot ignore that all of that, and more, is already happening here. And we cannot forget that Hitler’s rise to power could not have happened without the tacit consent of the German Church. The state church became the Reich church and supported the policies and pogroms Hitler promoted. The Roman Catholic church was largely silent as the horrors unfolded. Even the Confessing Church eventually capitulated to the pressures of the third Reich.

In the United States, fascism and the entrenchment of white Christian Nationalism cannot happen without the tacit consent (or silence) of the church. In a world where the loudest voices get airtime, what is needed is a cogent voice that cuts across denominational and political lines. It doesn’t matter if you are a Democrat, Republican, Libertarian or granola groupie, what is happening to people across our country is wrong. It’s not about politics; it’s about being human. Standing by silently while ICE agents create terror (which is the point) is one sign of our agreement with these inhuman policies and procedures.

Make no mistake, this is all a carefully orchestrated plan. The goal is to create an authoritarian regime that gives the message that it cannot be challenged. It also gaslights people into thinking that this leader, in this case the not-so-great Cheeto, is the only one who can “save” the country.

With the demise of the integrity of the Supreme Court, there is no limit to the power this unhinged, deranged man-child can exercise. His minions all kiss his ass and carry out his bidding just to preserve their own political power.

So, what to do? Every single day make your voice heard. Contact senators and representatives (they do not have to be from your state) and protest the policies of this corrupt government. Stay informed about what is REALLY happening and not what you are fed by major news outlets. Listen carefully to the language that is used to describe what is happening. It will give you an idea of their “spin” and their priorities. Look for the most neutral news outlets you can find.

Read, read and read some more. Understand history and how it repeats, especially when our leader looks with admiration upon the most abominable human being in recent history. We can recite the statistic that says six million Jews died in the death camps, and it is true. What is also true is that four million LGBTQ persons, those with mental limitations, Roma people, Poles, Soviet prisoners of war, Jehovah’s Witnesses, artists, writers and political opponents (like Dietrich Bonhoeffer) also died.

We do well to remember the words of Martin Niemoller:

“First they came 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 wasn’t 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.”

This is how I rewrite it for our time:

            First they came for the immigrants, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t an immigrant.

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

            Then they came for the transgender and LGBQI community and I didn’t speak up because I was not a part of that community.

            Then they came for the liberal church, and I didn’t speak up because I was not a practicing Christian.

            Then they came for the poor, and I didn’t speak up because I can afford my groceries,

            Then they came for the chronically ill and removed their health care coverage, and I didn’t speak up because I can afford to pay for my health care.

            Then they came for me and everyone was so pissed that I didn’t speak up for them, they ignored my cries for help.

The truth is, we are all in this together. We need to use our voice and our privilege to speak for those who are systematically disempowered by the fascist regime that is firmly established in our country. There is still time, but it is running short. What will you be remembered for?

One More Circle ‘Round the Sun

Today is my sixty-eighth birthday. Most days I live as though I had all the time in the world, but the truth of the matter is, I have lived far more days than I have left to live. I don’t think about it a lot, but when I do it is rather humbling.

There are days I spend enormous amounts of time doing nothing, bingeing on Netflix, thinking something to death and thinking about it some more. I used to say I was wasting time, but in truth there is always something that is working on me unconsciously. There is value to this time, although from an observational standpoint it seems pointless. I have learned not to apologize.

I am a journal keeper and I spend hours journaling my innermost thoughts. I work out a lot of my own stuff on the pages of my journal. Most early morning hours will find me hunched over my journal writing madly away about whatever is uppermost in my mind that day. It is often a stream of consciousness writing that finds me in a place I never imagined I would go. I fill at least one journal a month, and after fifty years of the practice I have boxes and boxes and boxes of notebooks. They tell the story of my life in all its beauty and brokenness.

Spending time with family is a priority. I take care of my ninety-one-year-old dad a couple days a week. In the past eighteen months I have spent more time with him than I have in my entire life. He was a trucker and spent a lot of time away from home. He was always there for the important stuff, to be sure, but day to day found him miles away. I treasure this time with him in his fading years, there is nowhere else I would rather be. I also have a sister, and we squeeze in what time we can. We are on opposite schedules in taking care of dad.

I treasure the time I spend with my wife. I spent years waiting for this wonderful woman to come into my life. Now that she is here, I will not waste a single minute. I savor our time together whether we are doing something special or just hanging out at home. Even cleaning house together is cause for celebration.

Time with friends is also a priority, though at times it gets squished in by the demands of full-time ministry and tasks of keeping home and hearth together. Still, even when we can’t be together as often as we like, the love we have for one another reaches across the void and keeps us connected.

I guess I am one of the lucky ones. I get to put my life together pretty much as I want and I know a great level of contentment in how my days unfold. Sometimes it’s just good to sit back and consider this amazing gift called life.

Sure, the world is a mess, our country teeters on the brink of too many disasters to name, and our planet is crying for help and deliverance from our selfishness and exploitation. That just serves to make me committed to living each day with purpose. Remembering that I can’t fix it keeps me from despair. Yet, I also know doing nothing is not an option. So, I decrease the amount of household plastics we use, buy earth friendly products, recycle and eat lower on the food chain. As the old Native American proverb goes, “If everyone swept in front of their own teepee, the world would be a cleaner place.”

I also use my voice and my platform to speak truth to power and try desperately to wake people up to what is happening. I have the privilege of preaching the gospel each Sunday and pray for the wisdom and humility to feed the flock entrusted to me for this moment in time with faithfulness and integrity.

I learned a while ago that tomorrow is promised to no one. Years of working for hospice and seeing that death is no respecter of persons or of age drove that lesson home loud and clear. Time is not something to take for granted. So even though I may not use every minute in the most productive way, I am not bound by our culture’s definition of productivity. I cherish the rhythm of my days and as I close my eyes to sleep each night I remember to count my blessings, acknowledge my failures and celebrate the gift of making one more circle ‘round the sun.

Check out Peter Mayer’s song on my music page.  

It’s Okay to Not Be Okay

Sometimes there is just nothing happy about the holidays. All the hustle and bustle are exhausting. For reasons that are uniquely our own, our heart isn’t in it.

Not too many people will tell you this, so hear it here. It’s okay to not be okay. It’s okay for the sadness that aches in your soul to leak out of your eyes. It’s okay for the loneliness that lives in every pore of your body to rub off onto the world around you. It’s okay for the heaviness of your heart to weigh you down so you can hardly move. It’s okay to not put on a happy face to make the people around you feel better.

It’s all called being human and living with heartbreak.

Heartbreak doesn’t go on holiday just because it is the holidays. It never takes a break. In fact, deep aches and sadnesses can feel even greater at this time of the year. We measure the distance between where we are and where the rest of the world seems to be and it is an insurmountable number of light years.

So, cut yourself some slack. Honor where you are and know you are doing the best you can. Choose carefully the activities you will participate in and the places you will go. Seek out places where you will be accepted for where you are. People who love you will not see you as a downer. They will have compassion for your pain and receive you as you are. You deserve nothing less.

The cultural celebration of Christmas is a sham. The pressure to buy things we can’t afford for people who already have too much is overwhelming. The expectation of a happy face and joyful spirit is sometimes just too much to ask. Living up to cultural expectations is not a requirement.

The story we celebrate as people of faith is a tale of good news that came to the last, the least and the lost. Mary and Joseph were refugees, yet they were chosen to bring the message of God’s unshakeable love into the world. The shepherds were social outcasts because they were dirty and smelled like sheep. The Wise Ones were in search of something different than they had found in their lives to that point. A corrupt leader was threatened because he was scared of losing his power.

The message of the Incarnation is that God comes to us as we are in the moment. We need not pretend to be anything other than who we are. We need not pretend that we are in a different place than we are. The message of the Incarnation is that what is lowly is lifted up, what is broken is made whole and what is downtrodden finds rest.

For this year, if the Christmas game isn’t one you want to play, it’s okay. If you are running short on Ho Ho Ho and feeling more like Boo Hoo Hoo, it’s okay. Don’t let anyone guilt on you saying you are wallowing or being a bah humbug.  Instead, know there are countless people feeling just like you. Though you may feel alone or be physically alone, there are many people who walk the same path.

Pretending takes too much energy. Just be who you are. Just be where you are. I am standing beside you in love and with encouragement. You got this.

Good is the Flesh by Brian Wren

Good is the flesh that the Word has become,

good is the birthing, the milk in the breast,

good is the feeding, caressing and rest,

good is the body for knowing the world,

Good is the flesh that the Word has become.

Good is the body for knowing the world,

sensing the sunlight, the tug of the ground,

feeling, perceiving, within and around,

good is the body, from cradle to grave,

Good is the flesh that the Word has become.

Good is the body, from cradle to grave,

growing and aging, arousing, impaired,

happy in clothing, or lovingly bared,

good is the pleasure of God in our flesh,

Good is the flesh that the word has become.

Good is the pleasure of God in our flesh,

longing in all, as in Jesus, to dwell,

glad of embracing, and tasting, and smell,

good is the body, for good and for God,

Good is the flesh that the word has become.