Posts Tagged ‘social justice’

We do not travel alone

April 23, 2017

 Now the Lord said to Abram, ‘Go from your country and your kindred and your father’s house to the land that I will show you. I will make of you a great nation, and I will bless you, and make your name great, so that you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and the one who curses you I will curse; and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.’

So Abram went, as the Lord had told him; and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he departed from Haran. Abram took his wife Sarai and his brother’s son Lot, and all the possessions that they had gathered, and the persons whom they had acquired in Haran; and they set forth to go to the land of Canaan.

Genesis 12:1-5a  NRSV

I have an unfortunate tendency to think the call of Abraham only involved Abraham. Periodically the text reminds me that Sarah traveled with him. Less frequently the text reminds me that Lot  and many others also went with Abraham.  But mostly I focus on Abraham.

For modern Americans to focus solely on Abraham is easy to do. Our typical way of thinking and understanding the world concentrates and celebrates the individual. We love stories about the lone person who perseveres, triumphs, saves, or overcomes. We admire and revere the “One”. Many of us secretly want to be the “One”. Or perhaps, we are waiting for the “One” to save us, protect us, love us.

But if we read Abraham’s story carefully, we discover that Abraham doesn’t travel alone. His call affects others. And others participate in his call. And of course others benefit from his calling.

In the ancient world successes and failures, joys and sorrows were communal events. How an individual’s actions affect their family and community were important considerations. The stories in the Bible remind us that our lives are not our own. Our lives and actions affect the lives of people we know and people we don’t know.

From Cain’s question, “Am I my brother’s keeper”, to Moses’ demand  “let my people go”, to the prophets’ insistence that we care for the widow and orphan and stranger, to Jesus’s teaching about caring for the “least of these”- over and over again we are told we must be concerned about the larger community.

That means that my faith cannot be simply or only about my relationship with God. My relationship with God compels me to be concerned about others, in my home, in my city, in my country and around the world.

The way our modern world functions means that my concern is often called “political”. I don’t apologize for that.  It has to be. Reading the Bible seriously means I must take the well being of others seriously and consider their needs before I consider my own. When I vote, I think about which candidate will be best for the poor and excluded, for the food insecure, the sick, the homeless, the children, the aged.  When a millage comes up, I vote for what I think best benefits the entire community, not just me, and not just what keeps my taxes low.  When I march for a just immigration policy, it is not because my immigration status is a risk or is even questioned by anyone. I march because the Gospel compels me to work for a society that care about and for immigrants and refugees.

We are, as children of Abraham, called to be a blessing for others- for all the families of the earth. To be sure, this makes my life more difficult. There are a lot of people I need to think about, people I don’t know, people I will likely never know. As I try to learn and understand all these different people, who live in different places and in different circumstances, I learn wonderful things and terrible things. My heart sings and breaks. So much joy and yet so much suffering. It can be overwhelming. It is overwhelming.

Fortunately, God has created a world where I don’t have to do it all and you don’t either. We help each other. We help people we know and they help us. We help people we don’t know and they help us.  And the Spirit is in the middle of all of it- opening our eyes to see, our ear to hear, our heart to love. Nudging us to a bigger, deeper, richer life.

We do not travel alone, Thanks be to God.

This Little Sign of Mine

August 14, 2016

blacklivesmatterI have a “Black Lives Matter” sign in my front yard. It’s been there about 6-7 months now. As far as I know, my sign has not had any effect on any passers by. When I’m out in the yard, people walking by don’t comment. I wonder if they even see it?

On these long, hot summer days I wonder why I keep my sign up? Can a yard sign do any actual good? Does a sign change anything?

Certainly not in any major sense. It’s just a sign in a neighborhood. It’s not even on a main road.

Does my sign just make me feel better? Does it make me feel as if I am doing “something”? Not really. Mostly it makes me feel as if I’m not doing anything. I picked up a sign at church, brought it home, and stuck it in my yard.  A yard sign is hardly a risky or daring thing to do.  Honestly I wonder, is it possible to do less?

Whether my little sign  pricks the conscience of anyone, at the very least, my little sign keeps me uncomfortable. It reminds me to pay attention. It reminds me to keep thinking and learning about white privilege and the multiple ways I consciously and unconsciously benefit from it.

Sometimes when I come home and see my little sign, I remember Jesus’ words about how even a glass of water matters. I recall parables about a mustard seed and hidden yeast.Perhaps small actions can matter.

I remember the prophets’ calls for justice. I remember Jesus’ inclusion of the marginalized. I remember Jesus lived and taught in smaller places away from the seat of power.

I remember that substantive change doesn’t happen by one grand gesture. Change happens one person at a time. Substantive change happens gradually. I don’t like that the path to justice is one we walk slowly. I would prefer it if we could sprint and effect change. But that’s what we have.

Perhaps my little sign is only changing me, but that’s a start. So this little sign of mine is going to stay up.

 

 


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