Bait You are thinking about Spiderman And Mama’s pan de yuca , But there is no cassava here, only Broccoli with worms and greenish water, And you wish you were Spiderman. You would Catch all the bad guys in your web And let all the children and daddies go free. You were thinking about Spiderman And pulling down the tassles on your Bunny hat to make the ears flap up when The car door opened before the engine had stopped And Daddy shouted WHAT THE HELL As two thick white hands Smelling of stale coffee and gunpowder Unclasped the buckle at your crotch And pulled you from your car seat, And the hands were attached to a man Whose face was covered up to his eyes, which Sparkled with loathing, his middle fat With thick vest and bristling black weapons, And he stood you on the driveway And pulled your arms through the straps of your Spiderman backpack And there were more men who looked just the same, Who smelled just the...
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“Why do you make me see wrong-doing and look at trouble?” Habakkuk, prophesying shortly before Judah was conquered by Babylon, looked at his world around 600 BCE and saw violence and trouble and wrong-doing on all sides, including an imminent war that his country was going to lose. Two and a half millennia later, I look around at my world, and I see environmental destruction and political violence, strife between citizens here, and contention over land and resources there. And God doesn’t have to make me see it. I can doom-scroll at 3am all on my own. It’s bad news, as far as the algorithm can see. Everyone is blaming someone else as the law becomes slack about the crimes of the rich but tightens its noose around the poor. It becomes a toy in the hands of the ambitious, and the wicked surround the innocent in search of someone or something to punish for the problems they themselves often created. Yet the psalmist tells us not to fret ourselves. They use that phrase three ti...
Poetry in the Stocks I quite enjoyed today’s Lectionary readings. They appeal to the English major in me. First, there’s that ripping great yarn about the enslaved fortuneteller and the jailbreak that wasn’t—talk about opening the gates!—and then a succession of poetic bits attributed to John. First about the Paul and Silas story. I love that it all started with this girl annoying them. They didn’t rebuke the spirit out of love for the slave but out of exasperation. She was driving them up the wall. The love of God can work with our exasperation, and so she was released from her bondage to the divination spirit. Of course, the enslavers were upset, and that landed Paul and Silas in jail, a place they were probably becoming familiar with by then. One thing I find remarkable about in this story is that not just Paul and Silas but all the prisoners stayed put when the walls came down. The jailer assumed they would all leave. I mean, wouldn’t you? He was ready to commit hara-kiri...
Open the Gates
“We must obey God rather than any human authority.” Today's lesson from the Acts of the Apostles is a story about speech, about the authorities trying to hush it up and the Apostles speaking anyway. Their civil disobedience could come with a high price, as Stephen was soon to discover. Yet they kept on speaking, accusing the powers that be of doing away with an innocent man and asserting that this man was the Messiah, the Son of God, and that he had returned from the dead. Human authority these days is also trying to muzzle dissent, ordering scholars not to express any opinions contrary to what the current administration wants to hear. Our authorities will imprison or deport people for their words. It will hold research hostage for promoting inclusion. It will even delete any mention of diversity or the climate from its own websites so as to pretend that discrimination and global warming don’t exist. A college friend of mine, Queer Theology professor Peter Carlson wrote this ...
Would that all the Lord’s people were prophets! What would that look like? Imagine a bunch of random people out in the streets, prophesying at the office, at Market Basket, in West High School. Imagine everywhere you look, there’s someone filled with the Spirit of God and proclaiming truth to everyone around them. Officials would probably call it mass hysteria. Someone might even call the police. How about random people doing deeds of power in Jesus’ name, people who don’t even go to church maybe, healing the sick and casting out demons with the name of Jesus? How would we feel about that? Would we react like Jesus does, saying don’t stop them because if they’re not against us they must be for us? Or would we feel threatened, feel like our special privileges were being infringed upon? Would we ask to see their Confirmation certificates? Would we try to sign them up for a program? What would we do about such chaotic behavior? In the Hebrew Scriptures and the Gospel today, we...
Sermon on the Good Shepherd
Ancient shepherds were pretty bad-ass, when you think about it, even though they held a very low status in society. Imagine being all by yourself with a hundred head of pretty foolish livestock to protect. Imagine you don’t have a gun, just a rod and a staff—basically a couple of big sticks—and your flock is in constant danger from wolves, and lions, and rustlers who try to jump the portable fence you’ve put up for the night. Imagine there’s no closing gate to this temporary enclosure, just you with your two sticks, sleeping in the opening, so anything coming to trouble the sheep will have to go through you. And then when day comes, your job is to call each sheep by its name—and every one of them has a name—and lead them all to good pasture, walking in front, where you’re the first to face any hazard. Very truly, I tell you, I am the gate for the sheep. All who came before me are thieves and bandits, but the sheep did not listen to them. I am the gate. Whe...
“There was in their synagogue a man with an unclean spirit, and he cried out…” Mark 1:23 We don’t call them demons anymore When you’re raving, howling out your reality To the pious void. In our less benighted time, This is not an unclean spirit but a case Of schizophrenia, a distressing medical phenomenon Treatable with the new alchemy of neurotransmitters. You don’t Need an exorcism. Take your meds. Be silent and come out. And yet, There is some verity that will not be quieted, even With Lithium. The words Of the rebuked disorder are Recorded for the ears of generations. While those in their right m...