New Year’s Eve, Really?

| December 31, 2010

New Year’s Eve day.  Like many others, I am spending at least parts of the day recalling the events of 2010: my mother’s death in January and our loving tribute to her in June, Katie and I making a first visit to spectacular Yellowstone and The Grand Tetons, the blossoming success of all four of our children in school, three more memorable visits with Foundation partners in Nicaragua, the impressive people I met in my Employee Ownership Foundation talks in Virginia and Idaho.  These are among the experiences that will continue to impact me well into the future.  Some wise person once said that we become the totality of all our experiences combined; in that case, I was deeply enriched during 2010.

In part my thoughts about 2010 were driven by a news retrospective on one of the television networks.  The story highlighted “notable names who departed from all of our lives” during the year, a nostalgic and sometimes surprising litany of names which frequently left me muttering, “No, too soon.”  I readily admit to pangs of the heart when I heard names including Fess Parker, Merlin Olsen, Barbara Billingsley, Peter Graves, Sparky Anderson, Jill Clayburgh, Elizabeth Edwards and others.  In each case, I associated some event or period of my life that gave special meaning to the name.  Of course, by definition celebrities have our recognition.  But perhaps they never fully know the effects that they may have had upon us, the important influences they provided.

As I listened to more than fifty names reviewed in the news story, I thought about all of the impact generated by these journeymen and women, all of the gifts that they brought to the  rest of us, all of the potential that each and every one of them tried their best to reach during their lives.  The list of fifty names was only overshadowed by the breadth of accomplishments they achieved.

Fifty well-known individuals, names which most of us would readily recognize, and they are now “departed from all of our lives,” as the news anchor said.  But as I contemplated the collective achievements of this notable group, I wondered about the less renowned people who died this year.  Millions of other people ended their journeys upon this earth in 2010, as well, but with far less fanfare, far fewer accolades and, for many, with far fewer opportunities to realize their gifts to the world.  Somewhere this year, we lost a young campesina with the soul-filled voice of a Lena Horne.  On the other side of the world, undiscovered, life ended unceremoniously for a man who wrote with the razor insight of J.D. Salinger.  An Indigenous tribe in South America lost the voice and strength of a Wilma Mankiller, without that voice ever being heard.  And the young prodigy, born into stifling poverty, who might have brought the gift of a cancer cure to the world, never reached his tenth birthday. 

I mourn these losses, too.  I never knew any of them, never watched them on TV or even heard them speak.  But they, too, arrived on this earth full of potential and answers and insights that could have enriched us in ways far beyond the legacies of the fifty who were remembered this week.  As I take time on New Year’s Eve to rejoice in the lives that touched us all, I am stirred to think of those other lives, ones that we will miss without even being aware.  I am less than I might be by never knowing of them, and so are we all….

Strays

| December 20, 2010

My home church here in Decorah is First Lutheran, an ELCA church with a long and storied history and, at least in recent years, its share of good preaching ministers.  That, combined with an activist orientation to social justice issues, makes it a fertile place for hearing stories.  The ministers have been careful to integrate real-life stories with the message for Sundays and it has made for some inspiring moments.  Unfortunately, it has created some despondent moments, as well.

In the sermon during this past Sunday’s service, our pastor referenced a letter which she had received, presumably from someone in the community, if not from within the congregation itself.  Reportedly hand-written and some six pages in length, the letter contained a diatribe against the local practice of providing food for the poor, particularly those families who have immigrated to this region, legally or otherwise.  I suppose the note could have been sent to any of the area churches, but it was likely directed to First Lutheran because our church actually houses the community food pantry (as well as the Free Medical Clinic for those families without the resources for health insurance-covered care).  The author stated that the practice of providing food to potentially undocumented workers was an illegal act in which the community should have no part, that feeding such people constituted an act “no better than feeding stray cats.”

I like to think that I’m accustomed to hearing tough messages in church, that the challenges of leading some kind of good life necessitate facing hard lessons.  But I confess that I had been totally unprepared for the the analogy made by the letter-writer.  I swallowed hard at the words, fighting off a soul-shaking sob that rose up from somewhere deep within my sensitivities. 

I am not a naive sort. I am no longer shocked at examples of human depravity or callousness.  (A visit to Dachau concentration camp years ago cured me of that.)  I understand the presence of evil in our world and have come to know it as a reality of the human experience.  But there was something so cold and straightforward about the writer’s message that it momentarily choked me.  Perhaps the harshness of the feeling struck me  due to the time of the year, a time when so many are able to at least temporarily rekindle feelings about “goodwill toward men.”  Maybe it was the idea that someone actually sent the letter to a church, as if half-expecting that the “logic” of the content might possibly sway the pastor’s or church’s activities.  Or perhaps I was simply feeling too comfortable in the season, in my “lust for comfort” as Kahlil Gibran cites it, or the ease with which I am able to exclude thinking about the less fortunate, now suddenly brought into unexpected focus.  Whatever the cause, the writer’s words struck me with  severity and  grief.

For two days I have wrestled with the acerbic words and my visceral response to them.  They have been particularly disquieting, perhaps moreso because I do not know the author’s name: frighteningly, the words could be the words of anyone.  But I have come to feel this about the unfeeling analogy: if the poor among us are to be considered as little more than stray cats, then the logical extension of the analogy must be that we are all strays.  If fellow human beings are seen to be of little greater worth than stray cats, then so are we all, because we are all made of the same stuff.  And I think it is interesting to observe that, to some extent, even cats will take care of one another.

From time to time we all wander from what we know to be right and fair and loving.  We stray from our humanity, not necessarily because we desire to do so, but because we are imperfect creatures who seek to survive physically, even at the expense of dying spiritually.   While I personally find myself very centered at this time of year in the reason for the season, I am saddened at the awareness of those whose hearts have missed the entire point of our journey….

"All We Are Saying Is Give Peace A Chance"

| December 9, 2010

Although it might seem early to be talking about it, the 23rd Annual Peace Prize Forum, March 4-5, 2011, is already taking shape on the campus of Luther College, this year’s host school. 

This year’s Peace Prize Forum will focus on the importance of courageous action in the work of peacemaking. Nobel Laureate Barack Obama—whose work inspires the 2011 Forum—states that to truly honor ideals like peace, justice, and human rights, we must uphold these ideals “not when it is easy, but when it is hard.” In this spirit, the forum will highlight the work of those who have acted with courage to confront difficult issues of religious discord, social and economic injustice, and the threats of nuclear war and environmental degradation.

And in support of this important gathering of thinkers and activists around the elusive concept of peace, Winds of Peace Foundation will again serve as one of the co-sponsors of the event.    This forum is one of very few which invites people from all walks of life to gather and learn, to listen and speak, to actually make a commitment of time and energy toward the furthering of peace.  It’s a grassroots opportunity that is right in line with Winds of Peace philosophy.

Winds of Peace encourages anyone who has felt discouragement, a sense of impossibility or even apathy on the topic of peace and justice between nations and peoples to consider attending this two-day event.  The making of peace does not belong to others; it belongs to each of us.  If it is not to be, it is because we allow it so.

Plan to attend this year.  Decorah is a lovely place.  Peace is a lovely space….