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My Last Post as Spiritual Drift

This will be my last post as Spiritual Drift.

I can no longer find the words.

Since my last post, and given the current climate of our nation, both politically and spiritually, I simply can’t think of anything I can say that would make one tinker’s damn bit of difference. To anyone. To anywhere.

We’ve grown too busy shouting, too comfortably entrenched in our own dystopian universes to worry about the lost art of communication. We run around shouting that the sky is falling, never seeing that it isn’t our God who created that sky, it was us. We are being crushed by gods of our own making. We’ve grown fearful of every shadow because the light of the world has grown too dim if it hasn’t been totally extinguished, never recalling that we were supposed to be that light.

I weep for my country.

I weep that a statue stands at our shore and says, “”Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

I weep that our founding document includes the words, “all men are created equal”.

And I weep that no one cares.

I weep for my religion.

I weep that my scripture says, “For the Lord your God is the God of gods and the Lord of lords, the great, the mighty, the awesome God who does not show partiality nor take a bribe. He executes justice for the orphan and the widow, and shows His love for the stranger by giving him food and clothing. Therefore, show your love for the stranger, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt.”
And says, “Love your neighbor as yourself”.
And says, “The King will answer and say to them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.’”

And I weep that no one cares.

I weep for the “less than”, for the oppressed, the alone, the wounded and weak, the disabled. I weep for people of color, and people of poverty.

I weep for the poor in spirit, and for those who mourn. I weep for the meek, and those who are hungry and thirst for righteousness. I weep for the merciful, the pure in heart, and for the peacemakers.

And I weep that no one cares.

No, I take that back.

A lot of people care. We just care more about being heard than about hearing. We seem to be caring more for our rights, for our liberties, for our needs, and for our selves.

We care more about the external than the eternal.

We care more for those things that moth and rust destroy, that thieves can break in and steal.

We equate acceptance with approval.

We equate immigrant with enemy.

We equate poverty with work ethic.

We equate disability with worthlessness.

We equate need with weakness.

We equate conservativism with oppression, and liberalism with anarchy.

We have lost the fine art of nuance, and we’ve forgotten that we live in a world of gray and not one of black and white.

And mostly I weep that there is no one to talk to. No one who will withhold judgment. No one who will simply listen. No one who will do the hard work of caring, and who will face the hard truth that we, yes WE dear Americans and dear Christians, are as much to blame for the state of our world as are our supposed enemies, and probably more.

I have no words.

I am at a loss.

And thus, this will be my last post as Spiritual Drift.

God help us all.

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Those People (reblogged from Jennifer Ball/Scarry Mommy)

This is a post by Jennifer Ball that I thought hit the nail on the head as far as preconceived notions of people are concerned.  A little less judgment and a little more compassion goes a long way. There’s a little language in here but the point is well made….

THOSE PEOPLE

food-drive

There’s a food drive happening at the school where I work. Several bins have been set up throughout the hallways, with cute kid-decorated signs that implore us to SCARE HUNGER and donate non-perishables for the local food shelf.

As I am wont to do, I look at the food as I walk by. Why? Because I like food. It’s like porn to me. I wish I was lying. So I walk by, several times a day, and gaze at the donations.

Dang. We have some swanky grocery shoppers at our school…the bins are filled with “fancy” foodstuff, lots of organic offerings, and some deviations from the standard mac and cheese/boxes of spaghetti. There’s rice pasta, artichoke hearts packed in seasoned oil, gluten-free crackers, olive tapenade….and quinoa. I look at those bins like Sylvester looked at Tweety Bird.

Like I was doing earlier this week. Walking by, checking out the bins. One of the women who helped organize the drive was in the hallway, and I called out to her “Wow! Look at all this awesomeness!” or something similarly enlightening. She beamed and said, “I know! The parents at this school are amazing.”

As she was saying this, another woman happened by. She smiled at us, like people who see each other several times a day in passing do, and then she said this:

“Too bad they won’t know what to do with most of it.”

It was one of those moments in life, when your ears hear something but your brain can’t quite process it.  I was fairly certain I’d just heard her say what I thought I’d heard her say…but it didn’t really sink in. It floated there, like a film of rainbow-hued oil over a puddle in the street. Continue reading Those People (reblogged from Jennifer Ball/Scarry Mommy)

Having a DiscipleShift

discipleshiftAs some of you may know, I attend and volunteer at our church here in Post Falls, Idaho, called Real Life Ministries pastored by Jim Putman.  Recently, I attended a lunchtime meeting as part of Real Life Ministries conference series called DiscipleShift.  The overriding theme of both Discipleshift and the mission statement of RLM is this: Making disciples who make disciples.

What does that mean to you?

Given the sheer number of pastors, staff and volunteers who attended the DiscipleShift conference (held monthly: information here), it depends on who you ask.  And just as importantly it seems, it depends on where they’re from.

Ask a church pastor from Oregon and he’ll tell you that it’s important for the church to live out the intentionality and focus of small groups; for the church to expand beyond its four walls, embracing the Acts 2 mentality of “devote[ing] themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer.”  Adding to their numbers through pouring the Word into each other, as well as the fruits of the Spirit; raising up disciples who can then branch off into their own groups to then repeat the process.

Ask a church pastor from Africa and he’ll tell you of the great thirst for the Word in his country.  Furthermore, he adds, teaching people about the importance of small groups is surprisingly unnecessary because that is simply how church is done throughout the towns and villages of his community.  “Every day is church day,” he says with a broad smile, “we just get to meet together on Sunday’s.” Continue reading Having a DiscipleShift

5 Child Slavery Figures You Need to Know

IT IS A STARK REALITY, but human slavery is still very much alive in the modern world. In fact, the trade of humankind as property is the second most lucrative criminal enterprise in the globe – exceeded only by the drug trade. While we may consider this to be a third world problem, the fact is that this trade is booming here in the United States. Strangely, we rarely seem to hear much about it.

T. E. Hanna from “Of Dust And Kings” put together this infographic specifically to help combat that. The first step in battling any injustice is to raise our consciousness, to expose the evil, and finally to stand against it. With that in mind, please feel free to share this infographic in any venue you choose.

Child Slavery Statistics | Human Trafficking Statistics | Of Dust And Kings | T. E. Hanna
Courtesy of: Of Dust And Kings