So many avid Christians use Lent as an opportune lead-in to-Easter season to take off pounds, exercise more, get healthy—or at least prepare to fit into the Easter outfit they’d planned to wear for their twice-a-year visit to Jesus.
I suggest instead: take on new ideas and practices that delight, sort of like the famous Eden “apple.” You won’t die, so grab for life. I swear it’s just what God ordained in the first place.
Here’s a witty and wise message from the late May Sarton—great poet and contemplative thinker. This is in her little 1981 book of meditations The House By the Sea, April 29 entry.
Sarton has taken a “heavenly” train journey down the Hudson to NYC where she heads for Bloomingdales’ to find some summer shorts and jackets . . .
“. . .as usual, in total despair because I wear a size 18 or 20. I was shunted from floor to floor, on each seeing exactly what I needed. ‘But, oh no madam, we only have sizes 8 to 16. Try floor 3 . . . ‘Finally I managed to find a pair of very expensive jeans to garden in and a couple of shirts on the unchic, sad floor for half-sizes! Meanwhile, two thirds of the women going up and down the escalators were obviously not size 16! Why do we lie down and allow fashion to dictate our lives and to humiliate us? I think the Fat Panthers (emulating the Gray Panthers) had better launch a crusade—large posters showing gaunt, thin women looking tense and one hundred years old beside round, rosy, happy women might be a first attack.”
I can’t resist the next entry, which Sarton calls her “other experience in New York.”
“After my discouraging rove through Bloomingdales’ I went to a small French restaurant, Le Veau D’Or, took refuge there during a thunderstorm, having bought a book to read—an ideal one, as it turned out—Helen Bevington’s Journal of the Sixties. The place was jammed; my table faced the door; I could observe people as they came in while I sipped my drink and it was good not to be waiting anxiously for ‘one person,’ to be free, no entanglements, no little thread pulled taut inside me, so that in an hour there I had the feeling of a whole holiday and enjoyed myself immensely.”
Whole and holy holiday. Must’ve been Passover or Easter—and both.
I wish I’d known this woman, so compatriot with my own soul.
Please notice that Sarton’s journal is spiritual writing par excellence— high, wide, and deep—looking beyond, all around, and within, all at once.
In order to escape the term spirituality getting lost in a mush of eclectic meaninglessness, we ought to honor it by making Spiritual Writing a genre in its own write, or rite.
* * * *
Oh, and I do love that Pope Benedict, a pontiff with whose every word and pronouncement I have strenuously disagreed, has, with his reasonable recent decision to retire for age and health reasons, defrocked the Roman Catholic Church of its hierarchy-of-being delusions, and clothed it in humility.
As our President said last night, we are all in this together, and if we don’t act in bipartisan ways we will decay. I for one will not again vote for any local or national candidate with extreme partisan politics.
It’s the beginning of a new day. Carpe diem! And as the prophet Hosea says: Walk humbly with your God—yourself and your neighbors.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
2013.02.10 Thirteen-End Stereotypes for Lent?
How about we give up stereotypes for 2013, starting with the superstitious demonization of the number thirteen as unlucky?
Today we are shoveling out from under the snow blizzard of 2013. Such abundance of white natural beauty fills me with awe. Awe is, stereotypically, supposed to elevate my gaze to the heavens, but instead it immediately plunges me downward and into awareness of earthen reality: Please God don’t let anyone freeze to death. And I never thought of carbon monoxide deaths from snow-clogged tail pipes. Remember to clean them if they've been buried in snow.
Still, the shouts of joy and delight of all the children sledding in the park brought tears, and warm memories.
Nothing is all good, or all bad.
This morning on the Interstate I looked over to my left, and there was a woman in a brand new Cadillac doing 65 mph with her face up next to her rear view mirror putting on her eyeliner.
I looked away for a couple seconds--to continue shaving --and when I looked back, she was halfway over in my lane, still working on that makeup.
As a man, I don't scare easily. But she scared me so much, I had to put on my seat belt, and I dropped my electric shaver, which knocked the donut out of my other hand. In all the confusion of trying to straighten out the car, using my knees against the steering wheel, it knocked my cell phone away from my ear, and it fell into the coffee between my legs, splashing and burning Big Jim and the Twins, ruining the damn phone, soaking my trousers, and disconnecting an important call.
Damn women drivers!
This joke made me laugh and also reminded me again how stereotypes can rule our hearts and make us certain, for example, that all women are bad drivers, and all men are unconscious.
For many women today, 13 has come to be the number of the divine feminine.
And consider the 13th Amendment to the US Constitution with the Emancipation Proclamation proclaiming that all people are equal under the law. Also see the movie "Lincoln" that proclaims the astonishing political process of that challenging time. Sometime politics works for good— and for God, who shapes souls through the chaos of politics, and the quiet of prayer.
And how many of us know, or remember, a 13 year old freshly-minted teen? Grounded in glory—enough to trip over.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
2013.02.16 Leaving God?
Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote: "Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air."
Emerson was born in Boston (1803). His father, who died when he was eight, was a Unitarian minister, as were many of Emerson's family members before him. He was a quiet and well-behaved young man, not an exceptional student. He graduated in the middle of his class, studied at Harvard Divinity School, and got a job as a ministerial assistant at Boston's Second Church. Not long after his ordination, he was married. He was happy at home and in his work, and soon he was promoted to senior pastor.
All was well.
Two years after Emerson was married, his wife, Ellen, died of tuberculosis, at the age of 19. He was devastated. He began to have doubts about the Church. A year after Ellen's death, he wrote in his journal: "I have sometimes thought that, in order to be a good minister, it was necessary to leave the ministry. The profession is antiquated. In an altered age, we worship in the dead forms of our forefathers." He took a leave of absence and went on vacation in the mountains of New Hampshire. By the time he returned, he had decided to resign from his position as minister.
I don’t know whether Emerson left professional ministry, or whether he left some ideas that should be left.
Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote: "Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."
In this 21st century, there is much doubt and query about God, religion, ministry, church, et. al. It’s not new. Myself, I have no plans to divorce God, if you mean the One whose love is immortal and available to everyone. Or the Church I love to hate—it still offers me Jesus, some grounding prayers, sacraments, and a community that will bring me casseroles—and pray.
If you doubt and fear and are uncertain, so? Speak your words honestly in prayer and in conversation. Many gods and god-ideas live and die, and pass us by. And ministries evolve.
A word from Goethe in a portion of his poem “Holy Longing.”
“And as long as you have not experienced this,
To die and so to grow,
You are only a troubled guest on a dark earth.”
Emerson was born in Boston (1803). His father, who died when he was eight, was a Unitarian minister, as were many of Emerson's family members before him. He was a quiet and well-behaved young man, not an exceptional student. He graduated in the middle of his class, studied at Harvard Divinity School, and got a job as a ministerial assistant at Boston's Second Church. Not long after his ordination, he was married. He was happy at home and in his work, and soon he was promoted to senior pastor.
All was well.
Two years after Emerson was married, his wife, Ellen, died of tuberculosis, at the age of 19. He was devastated. He began to have doubts about the Church. A year after Ellen's death, he wrote in his journal: "I have sometimes thought that, in order to be a good minister, it was necessary to leave the ministry. The profession is antiquated. In an altered age, we worship in the dead forms of our forefathers." He took a leave of absence and went on vacation in the mountains of New Hampshire. By the time he returned, he had decided to resign from his position as minister.
I don’t know whether Emerson left professional ministry, or whether he left some ideas that should be left.
Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote: "Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."
In this 21st century, there is much doubt and query about God, religion, ministry, church, et. al. It’s not new. Myself, I have no plans to divorce God, if you mean the One whose love is immortal and available to everyone. Or the Church I love to hate—it still offers me Jesus, some grounding prayers, sacraments, and a community that will bring me casseroles—and pray.
If you doubt and fear and are uncertain, so? Speak your words honestly in prayer and in conversation. Many gods and god-ideas live and die, and pass us by. And ministries evolve.
A word from Goethe in a portion of his poem “Holy Longing.”
“And as long as you have not experienced this,
To die and so to grow,
You are only a troubled guest on a dark earth.”
Sunday, February 3, 2013
2013.02.03 Book Review, Face of The Deep
I’ve been reading Catherine Keller’s Face of the Deep and let me tell you it’s deep—and dense, full of scientific and theological language worth puzzling. Keller is a scholar and theology professor at Drew University. Oh, how I wish these fine scholars would teach to a world of hungry non-academic students who could access their texts easily.
Still, Keller’s ideas are intriguing. She writes about quantum entanglement and gives it a theological pulse. When science explores beginnings and hits a brick wall of explication, there is an opening for theology and its ideas, read G-O-D or Creative Divinity—an option not explicable or provable, so far, but enlightening.
Quantum science and theology admit that this biblical Creator is intimately entangled energetically with cosmos—through chaos. Thus, Creation never stops, but constantly unfolds—like a pleated whole unfolding as it goes.
As a writer I know that an opening sentence has to hook a reader into wanting more. So here is the Bible’s first sentence.
1) In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth (Ok, I’m drawn in.)
2) the earth was formless and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind (spirit) from God swept over the face of the waters. (Suspense. What will this spirit-wind do? I’m hooked. My dopamine levels are up, and I haven’t even taken a Sudafed. I must find out what happens.)
Keller makes a lot of this second sentence. The action has already started before God says the famous and oft-quoted dictum, “Let there be light!” Shapeless darkness therefore is not nothing. God tangles with matter before God speaks a word. Many will find that shocking. Why? We’ve been carefully taught that God created ex nihilo—from nothing, making God a real superpower.
But no. There’s a verse in between God created and God said. The between God messes with chaos and darkness, up to His or Her divine neck.
The patriarchal church has taught an almighty omnipotent Divinity (all male to be sure) by ignoring verse #2 and establishing the doctrine of creation from nothing. But no. The Spirit vibrates (Keller’s lively translation) over something, not nothing. That something is The Deep.
Here is a deity who creates NOT on demand and command, who is NOT omnipotent and utterly transcendent, NOT a He-Man-God, but a Godde who, like a curious scientist, plunges into the depths of dark chaotic matter—tohu vabohu in Hebrew. Keller calls this process Creatio ex profundi vs ex nihilo and develops a theology of BECOMING. Genesis is a becoming text, not a fait accompli text about divine executive function.
How do this Deep and this God work things out together? Does The Deep resist God’s engagement? How much power and energy does matter exert? What happens when God creates Humankind? Process theologians call this process co-creation.
What thrills me is that Creator God of verse 2 desires relationship over obedience. Keller suggests that there is in this cosmic quantum entanglement an ethical call, bidding us to join God in this work of transforming darkness and chaos. Think of a God who is entangled as much as we are in injustice, hate, war— a Divinity that energizes for change, not legislates about it. The ethical charge is IN creation itself.
Keller’s exploration of this one small verse (Genesis 1:2) does not support a patriarchal male- stereotyped Divinity. What then? To me it suggests that God is fully male and fully female—an idea that charges me, and frankly, demands my cooperation to help transform traditional perspectives and language, for the sake of new life. One day the image of God itself will be whole.
I end, as is my wont, with some humor, hopefully apt.
Rita Mae Brown said: "If you can't raise consciousness, at least raise hell." But I hope for heaven, myself.
Still, Keller’s ideas are intriguing. She writes about quantum entanglement and gives it a theological pulse. When science explores beginnings and hits a brick wall of explication, there is an opening for theology and its ideas, read G-O-D or Creative Divinity—an option not explicable or provable, so far, but enlightening.
Quantum science and theology admit that this biblical Creator is intimately entangled energetically with cosmos—through chaos. Thus, Creation never stops, but constantly unfolds—like a pleated whole unfolding as it goes.
As a writer I know that an opening sentence has to hook a reader into wanting more. So here is the Bible’s first sentence.
1) In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth (Ok, I’m drawn in.)
2) the earth was formless and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind (spirit) from God swept over the face of the waters. (Suspense. What will this spirit-wind do? I’m hooked. My dopamine levels are up, and I haven’t even taken a Sudafed. I must find out what happens.)
Keller makes a lot of this second sentence. The action has already started before God says the famous and oft-quoted dictum, “Let there be light!” Shapeless darkness therefore is not nothing. God tangles with matter before God speaks a word. Many will find that shocking. Why? We’ve been carefully taught that God created ex nihilo—from nothing, making God a real superpower.
But no. There’s a verse in between God created and God said. The between God messes with chaos and darkness, up to His or Her divine neck.
The patriarchal church has taught an almighty omnipotent Divinity (all male to be sure) by ignoring verse #2 and establishing the doctrine of creation from nothing. But no. The Spirit vibrates (Keller’s lively translation) over something, not nothing. That something is The Deep.
Here is a deity who creates NOT on demand and command, who is NOT omnipotent and utterly transcendent, NOT a He-Man-God, but a Godde who, like a curious scientist, plunges into the depths of dark chaotic matter—tohu vabohu in Hebrew. Keller calls this process Creatio ex profundi vs ex nihilo and develops a theology of BECOMING. Genesis is a becoming text, not a fait accompli text about divine executive function.
How do this Deep and this God work things out together? Does The Deep resist God’s engagement? How much power and energy does matter exert? What happens when God creates Humankind? Process theologians call this process co-creation.
What thrills me is that Creator God of verse 2 desires relationship over obedience. Keller suggests that there is in this cosmic quantum entanglement an ethical call, bidding us to join God in this work of transforming darkness and chaos. Think of a God who is entangled as much as we are in injustice, hate, war— a Divinity that energizes for change, not legislates about it. The ethical charge is IN creation itself.
Keller’s exploration of this one small verse (Genesis 1:2) does not support a patriarchal male- stereotyped Divinity. What then? To me it suggests that God is fully male and fully female—an idea that charges me, and frankly, demands my cooperation to help transform traditional perspectives and language, for the sake of new life. One day the image of God itself will be whole.
I end, as is my wont, with some humor, hopefully apt.
Rita Mae Brown said: "If you can't raise consciousness, at least raise hell." But I hope for heaven, myself.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
2013.01.30 God Is Paradox
Karen Armstrong, noted scholar, former nun, and religious historian and theologian, once said in a talk, something like: “Where there is paradox, there is always God." I thought that seemed true, because my experience is that when two things that don’t easily go together come together to awaken and surprise, it startles me alive. But I wondered why God couldn’t just be straightforward.
I have found out, by hard experience and plain accident, that whenever I let go of trying to possess God, I find God. For example, I prayed frantically to be ordained, and that God would work on bishops. I was so importunate that I finally heard God say, in sweet exasperation, “Lyn, I don’t care if you’re ordained.” Set me right, and set me free.
Now I am praying with some importunity that I will finish and order my memoir, first, and then that it will get published. One blear day it occurred to my overly conscientious mind that this memoir might be simply another one in a long life-line of achievements I’ve amassed to feed my ambition and esteem. The thought was so upsetting that I took it to prayer, worrying that I'd turned my spiritual journey, maybe God too, into a notch in my ego's belt.
And God, when I confessed, said: “So?”
So what, indeed! God's power is in humility—not control. Sister Wendy Beckett, artist and theologian, says” “Some Gods are worth letting go of.” The omnipotent God is worth letting go of. Anglican theologian John MacQuarrie’s metaphor for Divinity is Letting-Be. I love that.
In the beginning of Genesis, God’s choice to create humankind is a self-limiting and paradoxical choice. The Creator God lets go of being God in any traditional sense of that word. Why? For the sake of letting-be. God want to be in relationship, more than to control destinies.
I pray for it all anyway, of course, just to keep in touch, as I would with anyone I loved. And always I am strengthened for whatever may come.
We pray for a rescuer and we get a lover.
I have found out, by hard experience and plain accident, that whenever I let go of trying to possess God, I find God. For example, I prayed frantically to be ordained, and that God would work on bishops. I was so importunate that I finally heard God say, in sweet exasperation, “Lyn, I don’t care if you’re ordained.” Set me right, and set me free.
Now I am praying with some importunity that I will finish and order my memoir, first, and then that it will get published. One blear day it occurred to my overly conscientious mind that this memoir might be simply another one in a long life-line of achievements I’ve amassed to feed my ambition and esteem. The thought was so upsetting that I took it to prayer, worrying that I'd turned my spiritual journey, maybe God too, into a notch in my ego's belt.
And God, when I confessed, said: “So?”
So what, indeed! God's power is in humility—not control. Sister Wendy Beckett, artist and theologian, says” “Some Gods are worth letting go of.” The omnipotent God is worth letting go of. Anglican theologian John MacQuarrie’s metaphor for Divinity is Letting-Be. I love that.
In the beginning of Genesis, God’s choice to create humankind is a self-limiting and paradoxical choice. The Creator God lets go of being God in any traditional sense of that word. Why? For the sake of letting-be. God want to be in relationship, more than to control destinies.
I pray for it all anyway, of course, just to keep in touch, as I would with anyone I loved. And always I am strengthened for whatever may come.
We pray for a rescuer and we get a lover.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
2013.01.27 Atheist/Faitheist/Theist
Recently I heard a talk, sponsored by the Massachusetts Bible Society, by Chris Stedman, the Assistant Humanist Chaplain at Harvard and the author of Faitheist: How An Atheist Found Common Ground with the Religious.
I braved windy frigid weather to go hear an avowed atheist!? I remember once 20 or more years ago I began a talk for a Connecticut parish group with “I’m an atheist.” People shifted in their seats. I quickly followed up with my reasons, which still hold true. I am an a-theist, because I do not put faith in the God, still promoted by many religions and individuals, who is imaged as partial, selective, power-happy, supportive of violence, exclusively defined, and altogether conditional with divine love. Add to those descriptors, infallibly masculinized—by image and pronouns.
That’s my a-theist platform. It’s why I went to hear Chris Stedman. He is part of a group of newly organized Boston atheists. They don’t believe in God at all, but rather in the strength and salvific power of human compassion generously shared. I also believe in that but, since genuine empathic compassion is relatively rare, when I see it freely given for no reason, I tend to think it expresses Divinity; it does feel supernatural. God is in that kind of love.
At the talk I was filled up with words ending with -ist, the suffix that identifies a practitioner of some -ism or other.
I confess to a slight bias against -ist and -ism words, although I am a feminIST devoted to the core values of FeminISM. The trouble with -isms is that whatever goes before the -ism usually holds all the power and can become a dominant and possibly domineering perspective. I hear this lopsided braying the left.
Chris Stedman is both atheist and humanist, but he is not an -ist/-ism type. In fact he is open to conversation in a compassionate context among and within all religious and irreligious or anti-religious perspectives. In short, I found him a man of integrity who identifies as a committed atheist without a conversionary agenda. He is committed to a life of service and has faith in human potential.
He told his story, coming from a non-religious, secular home, to meeting an open-minded pastor, to conversion to evangelical Christianity, to intellectual religious studies, to atheism.
Chris’s book title, Faitheist, is engagingly, invitingly ambiguous. When I asked him about the God he didn’t believe in, he responded that he wasn’t comfortable with the supernatural aspect of God. He asked. “Why must people use God to describe love, justice, and reconciliation?” God language does not feel authentic to him. I don’t think we are far apart. Further conversation would be nice.
I came away with warm feelings and hope that all voices will be heard and respected as we join together to make this world a better place, whether we speak of that as serving God or not. The Rev. Anne Robertson, MassBible Executive Director, expressed this in prayer: “Whether we look to a God that transcends human knowing or whether we find our salvation in the depth of human compassion, it is love that binds us—love that feeds us.”
We will be know by our acts—but also by our words.
I pose some questions for reflection: Who is the God you don’t believe in? What is your own image of Divinity? What words do you use to speak about your faith?
I braved windy frigid weather to go hear an avowed atheist!? I remember once 20 or more years ago I began a talk for a Connecticut parish group with “I’m an atheist.” People shifted in their seats. I quickly followed up with my reasons, which still hold true. I am an a-theist, because I do not put faith in the God, still promoted by many religions and individuals, who is imaged as partial, selective, power-happy, supportive of violence, exclusively defined, and altogether conditional with divine love. Add to those descriptors, infallibly masculinized—by image and pronouns.
That’s my a-theist platform. It’s why I went to hear Chris Stedman. He is part of a group of newly organized Boston atheists. They don’t believe in God at all, but rather in the strength and salvific power of human compassion generously shared. I also believe in that but, since genuine empathic compassion is relatively rare, when I see it freely given for no reason, I tend to think it expresses Divinity; it does feel supernatural. God is in that kind of love.
At the talk I was filled up with words ending with -ist, the suffix that identifies a practitioner of some -ism or other.
I confess to a slight bias against -ist and -ism words, although I am a feminIST devoted to the core values of FeminISM. The trouble with -isms is that whatever goes before the -ism usually holds all the power and can become a dominant and possibly domineering perspective. I hear this lopsided braying the left.
Chris Stedman is both atheist and humanist, but he is not an -ist/-ism type. In fact he is open to conversation in a compassionate context among and within all religious and irreligious or anti-religious perspectives. In short, I found him a man of integrity who identifies as a committed atheist without a conversionary agenda. He is committed to a life of service and has faith in human potential.
He told his story, coming from a non-religious, secular home, to meeting an open-minded pastor, to conversion to evangelical Christianity, to intellectual religious studies, to atheism.
Chris’s book title, Faitheist, is engagingly, invitingly ambiguous. When I asked him about the God he didn’t believe in, he responded that he wasn’t comfortable with the supernatural aspect of God. He asked. “Why must people use God to describe love, justice, and reconciliation?” God language does not feel authentic to him. I don’t think we are far apart. Further conversation would be nice.
I came away with warm feelings and hope that all voices will be heard and respected as we join together to make this world a better place, whether we speak of that as serving God or not. The Rev. Anne Robertson, MassBible Executive Director, expressed this in prayer: “Whether we look to a God that transcends human knowing or whether we find our salvation in the depth of human compassion, it is love that binds us—love that feeds us.”
We will be know by our acts—but also by our words.
I pose some questions for reflection: Who is the God you don’t believe in? What is your own image of Divinity? What words do you use to speak about your faith?
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
2013.01.23 A New President
I should be writing about Barack Obama of whom I feel proud, and his drop dead gorgeous wife Michelle, but right now I’m captured by the new President of Smith College, my alma mater. When I was at Smith there had never been a woman president of this all-women’s college with the woman founder. What’s with that?
But Smith came through in 1975, fifteen years after I left, and has stayed with women presidents ever since.
I heard the new President-elect, Kathleen McCartney, speak briefly on a YouTube video sent from the college. She is mild-mannered and soft-spoken. She said she “absolutely loved fund-raising,” which told me a lot and gave me hope for the future— didn’t turn me on much. She said that Smith would be “bold” going into the future, which did turn me on.
McCartney used a quote from Smith’s founder Sophia Smith. Sophia, Lady Wisdom as her name suggests, said that “Smith College will be “a perennial blessing to the world.” It was to me, even though I nearly killed myself with my drive to excel—compulsively so. But I did, and now I’m proud.
Then President-elect McCartney said this about her vision for herself as Smith’s next president: “I will be a servant leader.”
I felt an unexpected rush of joy-tears. That is what Jesus is remembered as saying to his followers: “I am among you as one who serves.”
I don’t imagine Kathleen will be washing any feet as a demo of servant leadership as Jesus did, but I do hope she will be a leader of compassion, vision, and vitality as she serves one of the places that served me as I grew.
(I quipped to a friend that the next US president would probably be a gay man, and the next a Latino man, and the next??? Could we have a woman, please?)
But Smith came through in 1975, fifteen years after I left, and has stayed with women presidents ever since.
I heard the new President-elect, Kathleen McCartney, speak briefly on a YouTube video sent from the college. She is mild-mannered and soft-spoken. She said she “absolutely loved fund-raising,” which told me a lot and gave me hope for the future— didn’t turn me on much. She said that Smith would be “bold” going into the future, which did turn me on.
McCartney used a quote from Smith’s founder Sophia Smith. Sophia, Lady Wisdom as her name suggests, said that “Smith College will be “a perennial blessing to the world.” It was to me, even though I nearly killed myself with my drive to excel—compulsively so. But I did, and now I’m proud.
Then President-elect McCartney said this about her vision for herself as Smith’s next president: “I will be a servant leader.”
I felt an unexpected rush of joy-tears. That is what Jesus is remembered as saying to his followers: “I am among you as one who serves.”
I don’t imagine Kathleen will be washing any feet as a demo of servant leadership as Jesus did, but I do hope she will be a leader of compassion, vision, and vitality as she serves one of the places that served me as I grew.
(I quipped to a friend that the next US president would probably be a gay man, and the next a Latino man, and the next??? Could we have a woman, please?)
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