“The monastic life is like digging into a well: over the years you dig deeper and deeper in your understanding of things, until the day arrives that you reach the waters that connect us all.” Brother DavidRead More
“By their fruit you will recognize them.” -Jesus in Matthew 7:16
Last Sunday, I participated in the interfaith counter-protest of the planned white supremacy rally in Berkeley. After what had unfolded in Charlottesville, VA a few days before there was a lot of nervousness about this counter-protest. And yet the need for our presence as clergy, as peaceful marchers, and as people of faith was very clear. As our Conference Minister, Diane Weible wrote to us recently, “Silence is not an option” in the face of this evil. As I shared with you last week in my sermon, I deeply agree.
According to media coverage the counter protest became violent. Multiple news stories on the internet, and national television showed the air filled with pepper spray, and tear gas. There was one video of punches being thrown played repeatedly. There were menacing camera shots of black clad, antifa marchers. Antifa was the focus of these negative stories. According to reporters antifa caused the violence. “They” started the melee and “they” are the problem. The reporters almost seemed to portray antifa as bullies of the peacefully gathered white supremacists.
I am always, as a United Church of Christ clergywoman, an advocate of peaceful protest. I believe that non-violent protest is the best way to resist injustice and the deathbringing that (as Jeremiah puts it) “is coming up into our doors and windows.” But let’s be clear. We can argue about the means of resistance forever and all that does is take attention away from the struggles of people of color. White supremacy and white privilege are the things we must resist. And it is important that we resist going down these rabbit holes of resistance.
When I arrived in the FCCB sanctuary at the pre-march event it was packed to capacity. I joined the clergy who were standing in the back and was happy to see many friends. Organizers were giving instructions and reviewing what many of us had learned in training. UCC Clergy gave us an encouraging word. We prayed and sang. We hugged and greeted each other as we could hear the helicopters roaring overhead. The joy and resolve was infectious in the midst of our anxiety.
We wore red bracelets so we could find each other if it got chaotic. Organizers handed out water, protein bars, and signs. And we moved outside together in groups (with a buddy system for safety) and kept singing “This Little Light of Mine” and “I Shall Not Be Moved” as we marched toward Martin Luther King Jr. Park and Berkeley City Hall. It was a diverse group and there were many marchers of different faiths. Signs read “LGBTQ and Dismantling White Supremacy,” “Love Wins!” “My Grandmother Did Not Survive Auschwitz for This!” and “White Supremacy is Not a Christian Value.” Organizers asked us (a small group of UCC Clergy who had among us a prominent organizer for immigrant rights) to go to the back of the group and keep people moving forward and clustered close together- and to watch for trouble behind us. We did so. And we also kept the singing going.
The helicopters droned on loudly above us, and the rally was taking place when our group arrived at MLK Park. There were television vans everywhere. Police in riot gear were casually deployed on the lawn of City Hall. And we heard rumors that that there had been some “skirmishing,” and that a group of white supremacists were on the other side of a police line “a little over a block” away from us. We also heard it had been a “great” and “successful” counter protest so far. MLK Park was packed with people, including black-clad antifa marchers waving a huge “anarchy” flag. I noticed many of them had their masks and hoodies pulled off (It was hot) and were laughing and talking. There was a joyous atmosphere in the midst of the anxiety. One young black-clad woman in a hoodie with ski goggles around her neck removed a box of strawberries from her backpack and was passing them around. She walked over and offered one to me. We ate strawberries and talked for a few minutes about my church and about her family and mine, and we talked about her studies. She was full of fire. I saw my younger self in her eyes. A younger self that was a seeker of lgbtq justice and had less patience for holding complexities. I was also remembering, as we talked, that Clergy protesting white supremacy in Charlottesville had attributed antifa protesters with saving their lives.
We started marching again and suddenly she was gone. The masks and hoodies went back on. Chants were raised. Anxiety went up. Our Interfaith group sang loudly to shift the energy. And we all marched together in that tension to Ohlone Park. After we arrived, the march began to disband, and we- the Interfaith marchers- walked in groups, for safety, back to FCCB. A carload of white supremacists came by once while we stood on the corner and yelled epithets at us. They didn’t give us a chance to look into their eyes.
I was shocked when I got home and turned on the television. The coverage looked like Berkeley was a war zone. There was talk of how antifa “stormed” right wing protestors who were “protesting peacefully.” (There is no peace in white supremacy my friends.) The media covered 5% of the march like it was the whole march. 95% of the march was peaceful, and beautiful, and life-giving. And our Still-Speaking God knows we need to know about that right now. But that is not the story the media told our nation. Pundits ranted. And Politicians issued disconnected statements that denounced antifa and cast blame on them for the violence.
“If it bleeds. It leads” someone said to me with a shrug when I voiced concern about this wildly skewed telling of events. Maybe so. But as I write to you today, I am going to lead with the singing, and the praying, and the joy in the anxiety and tensions. I am going to lead by lifting up our peaceful diverse group of marchers. I am going to lift up and amplify our brothers and sisters of color who have patiently welcomed us white folks- even though many of us are pretty damn late to this work. And I am going to lead with the truth that as we stood in front of Berkeley City Hall in the tension, resisting the sin of white supremacy, and as I held the complexities of being a white, lesbian, American, progressive clergywoman, who believes in non-violent tactics of resistance- I can still see the fire in her eyes and hear her voice. And I can taste those strawberries. The flavors were complex. Some were sweet, and some were a little bitter and didn't taste quite right to me. But I am really glad we shared them. Because it is in the tension and complexity of that kind of sharing that we might be able, as a nation, to find our way home.
It is Sunday afternoon and I am sitting here listening to some beautiful music and I have a cat in my lap that is happy as long as I let her rest her head on one of my hands. Of course, this makes typing somewhat difficult, but it’s a dance we do often if she wants a soft place to nap.Read More
Buttes of Utah’s Zion National Park appeared as I turned the calendar to August. Such majesty in the rugged cliffs, vibrancy in the blue sky, and hushed quietness in the stream wending its way down the page. How old are those cliffs? In contrast, how new are the leafy trees dotting the slopes near the stream? How frequently is this particular spot observed by human eyes? Who knows exactly? And yet, there they are in all their grandeur and quiet beauty beckoning, “Come, rest a while here.”Read More
“Maps help us to get where we need to be; they help us from getting lost; they keep us moving forward and in the right direction; and they often take us to far-off places we can’t otherwise get to on our own. Some maps are even filled with mystery and intrigue, like a pirates map leading one to buried treasure”Read More
We have recently returned from a three-day vacation to Lassen Volcanic National Park in northern California. The first day we stopped at the Sundial Bridge in Redding and saw the mighty Sacramento River. It was still carrying a lot of water and flowing rapidly, and we tried to imagine what it was like before it got dammed up at Lake Shasta. How much more power it must have had! How it must have periodically overflowed onto its floodplain, creating the fertile soil in the valley.Read More
. . . there has been a lot of challenging behavior and conversation recently. “Mommy” he said to me as we processed the consequences of some of that behavior this week. “I am afraid it is going to be different.”Read More
I recently began swimming, actually treading water, on a daily basis. I did this to try to increase my mobility and, frankly, to make Jackie happy. Honestly, I did it more to make Jackie happy than anything else.
How often do we make decisions because we think they will make someone else happy, meet someone else’s expectations, or so that somebody doesn’t get upset? If you are like me, human, it is more often than we like to admit to.Read More
My first job after art school was as a designer for Muirson Label Company in San Jose. At that time Muirson was a nationally recognized leader in the industry that supplied local cannery’s and fruit packers in the Santa Clara Valley with appealing can labels as far back as 1916.Read More
Opposites seem to be part of our everyday life although these contrasting connections are often overlooked. For example, for a flashlight to make any difference, the area needs to be dark. Even the name “flashlight” is questionable. You count on it to produce a steady beam, not a flickering light. What can you glean from this example that will enhance your Journey?Read More
We have to ask ourselves, are we willing to engage the long struggle for justice? Or does it feels safer to hold onto our hostility? Can we trust the possibilities that God has in store? Or do we just tack on “seekers of justice” after “Progressive” in our titles and do nothing.Read More
Big Tuesday has always been a reference for when candidates are trying to become their Party’s candidate for President of the United States. In the last year Big Tuesday showed us what we already thought we knew. We were going to have our first woman President.Read More
If you are a long time Bay area resident you have undoubtedly passed Vacaville’s Nut Tree dozen’s or even hundreds of times on route to Sacramento, Lake Tahoe and beyond. And it’s likely that you stopped to visit the toy store, restaurant, airplane collection and gift shop, and maybe ride on the Nut Tree Railroad.Read More
Deserts seem to come and go as you journey along. Deserts can be defined as those places where you feel “stuck”, bewildered, firmly positioned in place, blocked, angry, envious, discontented, not seeming to progress, or simply “Blah!” You long for an oasis, a place of cooling shade, a refreshing taste of water on your parched tongue, a resting place for your weary heart. What to do?Read More
In recent weeks we have been raising baby chicks at Clivie’s school. It has been a community endeavor. We all watched with breath held and eyes wide open as the little cracks appeared in the eggs, and the chicks wriggled out one by one. We have carefully adjusted the temperature, fed them, and watched them grow. For me, the chicks were the perfect embodiment of the new life of the season of Easter.Read More
“How cool is it that the same God who created Mountains & Oceans,& Galaxies, looked at you & thought the world needed One of You TOO!”
I don’t know whose quote that is, but it certainly made me stop and smile. It also made me think about that concept for a while. Imagine a world where we all believed that God thought that the world needed each one of us. Imagine if we all believed that. Imagine that this same concept applies to every single molecule of creation as we know it.Read More
Prayer – which is one way to deepen your relationship with the Lord - takes many forms too. We are familiar with prayers of praise, thanksgiving, petition, personal devotions and meditation. Consider this definition: “Prayer is lifting the mind and heart to God.”Read More
"She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought. She was beautiful for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful deep down to her soul." F. Scott Fitzgerald
I saw this quote, and it drew me in. I wondered how many of us really look at each other. Do I even take the time, when I look people in the eye, to see who they are, how they are, or even gather them into my heart? We human beings are a strange people. Somehow we get into worrying so much about ourselves that we forgot that we came to be who we are by caring, communicating, meeting, playing, working, believing, and being with each other. Then, I look at the city, county, state, country, and world, and I think to myself, why am I surprised that peace seems all but impossible?
Why does my heart ache when I read the news and see pictures of people in harm’s way who suffer daily without having what they need just to survive? How can any of us sit idly by and merely worry, or just talk about how senseless things are, - while condemning those who make laws, decisions and move in unjust ways - without at least making phone calls, writing letters or offering to listen to those who are working to make a difference? This is not to say that any of us, including myself, are doing nothing.
Why are we so afraid of those who are different than we are, that in reality, we don’t have a smile or a hello for them? Are we so afraid of the unknown that we choose not to even read about different religions, other cultures, our history, or our politics? Fear shouldn’t stop us, and we don’t have to let it.
We just had a week where we relived the life of a man whom we choose to follow. Did He take away the sting of a crown of thorns? Did He make the whips like noodles? Did He make the people choose Barabbas? Did He make the cross lighter? No, He said yes to the whole horrible experience. In the heart of His own suffering, Jesus had time for the others who were being hung on crosses. Can you imagine the strength and courage it took to do that?
My Easter Season will be spent being more aware of others, making a difference where I can, and acknowledging everyone I see, pass, and meet. I hope I can make it a habit so that when an injustice is done to me, I will hold my head high, have patience, not give in, and God willing, see whatever it is, through to a just and peaceful end.
What are you going to do this Easter Season? -Chris L.
Trusting Jesus during his public ministry seems fairly easy to the disciples as Jesus feeds the multitudes, cures the blind, heals the sick – things are going well. And then - Wham! One fine Friday their entire world turns upside down! Their perspective is thrown out of whack.Read More