Monday, July 16, 2012

Cynicism

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St. Francis of Assisi
For several years now, I've been angry at "the church."  Try as I might, I cannot get past it - in fact I discussed this in part on my post on The Wall.  So while I was at the Wild Goose Festival, when I saw that Ian Morgan Cron, an author and Episcopal priest, was giving a talk called "The Post-Cynical Christian," I knew I needed to hear him speak.

As Ian began his talk, he described many of my feelings; it was as if he had been listening in on some of my conversations.  Looking around the audience, as I saw heads nodding, I realized many others had had those same conversations.  One of the things Ian said was (not exactly a direct quote), "What is the good news of Jesus for the next millennium?  The personal ticket to heaven doesn't cut it anymore.  It sounds backward, primitive.  The Jon Stewart generation is concerned with the world."  And even though I'm not technically part of the Jon Stewart generation, I get it, maybe because, as I've said many times, I didn't grow up in the church so I have a different perspective.  I'm concerned with the world - and I think Jesus was/is, too.  In it's present state, the church seems so self-centered.  It's all about getting your personal act together.  But there's nothing in the Bible about saying the sinners' prayer, accepting Jesus into your heart, and then having a personal relationship with him.  Nada.  However, that's the propaganda spread by many Christians.

One of my (and Bill's) blog readers, Teresa Evangeline, made a comment on his blog that really resonated with me on this subject.  She said, commenting on a post about the broken criminal justice system, "It's one of those issues where I can so easily understand Jesus' anger at the moneychangers.  I wish we had someone who was willing and able to whip them out of 'the temple.'"  When I read this, all I could think was, we DO have "someone."  We're the church and that's what we're supposed to be doing, speaking truth to power, defending the poor and the needy....  Read your Bible, people.

What I see, instead, is an impotent church, concerned with more worldly, personal matters.  I'll give a few examples that really stand out to me.  On Tony Jones' blog, I learned about a new e-tablet put out by Family Christian, called Edify, which provides "safe" web browsing, as well as access to email, social networking, 27 translations of the Bible, free e-books, and a Christian radio station.  One reviewer called it a "Christ-centered tablet."  (Of course, it doesn't hurt that Family Christian also sells books and other Christian-related paraphernalia.) (Here's another review of it.)  This sounds perfect for the church - a duplicate of a product that is already on the market, but clean it up a bit.  Earlier this week, I discovered through Rachel Held Evans' blog that LifeWay Christian bookstores had pulled the movie "The Blind Side" from their shelves due to what some customers considered objectionable content.  Even though this move was based on a true story and in real life they used some of the objectionable language, this movie isn't acceptable for the store's customers.  We don't want the truth if it sounds ugly to us.  In my own community, there was much celebration over the opening of a yogurt store.  Everyone was thrilled that it was a "Christian" business, that was "fun" and "clean" and (in their eyes) healthy.  Nothing spreads Christian love like a smartly packaged franchise that knows it's market.

So this is what the church has become?  A sanitized conspicuous consumption machine?  We want our goods and services, we just don't want them to be too real.  We want them to be more like Disney, with everything perfect and orderly - not even a dead flower in sight.  That's all that matters, as long as we keep up our prayer life and tell people how to be saved.

Some (well, actually, many) of my blog posts might be considered depressing (read my post on being a killjoy).  But I'm trying to wake the church (and others), to show them we should be that "someone" that Teresa referenced.  We need to care about other people, about the world.  Jesus didn't spend time making nice, creating scrapbooks of his vacations, complimenting Mary and Martha on their exemplary housekeeping skills, trying to make the world a pretty place.  He was busy hanging out with the tax collectors, the prostitutes, the lepers, the ugly people.  He stood up to his day's equivalent of "the man," fought against the status quo, and was a killjoy (except when he turned water into wine).  When he saw injustice, he not only spoke out against it, he did something about it.

Another thing Ian mentioned in is talk was that cynicism is caused by disappointment, rage, and grief.  I'm feeling all three when it comes to most of what passes as the church.  But he also had a message of hope, one that I'm trying to work towards.  He said that rather than criticize, we should just do it better.  He offered St. Francis as a model.  Since St. Francis is my patron saint (I was born on his feast day), I will continue to strive to do it better and to rise above the cynicism.  But it won't be easy.  And I will continue to be a killjoy as long there's a possibility that doing so can help the world.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Quote for the Day

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"Praying and expecting everything to come from God and not doing anything yourself is not praying. This is laziness; this is alienation. This is passivity, conformity. when people can contribute something of themselves to improve the situation and ask God for the courage to do so, then there is prayer."

~Oscar Romero, Archbishop of San Salvador

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Interesting Factoid

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The sign that is universally recognized as the peace sign was designed in 1958 by artist Gerald Holtman for the British nuclear disarmament movement.  Holtman combined the semaphore signal for "N," which is formed by holding two flags in an upside-down "V," with the letter "D," which is made by holding one flag straight up and one straight down.  The "N" and "D" represent nuclear disarmament.  

Friday, July 13, 2012

Farm Friday


Since, as my husband put it, yesterday's post was so depressing, I'm posting photos of a tomato salad and sliced tomatoes that I took to an event last night.  We're having a bumper crop of yummy tomatoes this year.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Blood on Our Hands

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Yesterday I had to be in the "big city," which meant I would be near a Best Buy store.  On their website, Best Buy advertises that they will take in old electronics for recycling.  The variety amazed me:  televisions, computers, cell phones, game systems, pedometers, even household appliances.  I had several items that I had been saving over the years for just such an opportunity, so I loaded up my trunk and headed out of town.  The process was pretty simple, with bins right at the door for the smaller items, such as power cords.  For the old desktop and printer, I had to go to customer service and sign a document stating I was turning the items in to be recycled and that I would not come back looking for the items.  (I could see a misunderstanding occurring with someone thinking they dropped off a computer for repairs only to learn it had been recycled!)

Recycling those items was important to me for a couple of reasons, but I did have mixed feelings about it.  One thing of which I was painfully aware was that all the plastic would not likely be recycled - plus the pollution, environmental devastation, etc. that occurred due to the manufacture of the products would not go away.  Although I was glad to know that at least some of the components would not go to landfill, there is also a dark side to recycling electronics as most are shipped overseas (but that is another story).  I also know about the world conflict caused by many of the minerals used in electronics and was glad that reusing the minerals might alleviate some of the problem.

My biggest concern about electronics is what are called "blood" or "conflict" minerals.  The main minerals in this group are cassiterite, wolframite, columbite-tantalite (aka coltan), and gold.  Tin and tungsten are also considered conflict minerals.    Except for the gold and tin, most of us have probably never heard of these minerals, but they are very important for our modern, Western lifestyle.  These minerals are used in devices such as cell phones, laptops, and MP3 players.  


The problem is that most of the minerals are illegally obtained from the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC), a war-torn area where the monies finance brutal militias.  In an attempt to restrict the flow of illegal minerals, Congress has passed laws such as the Congo Conflict Materials Act of 2009 and the 2010 Dodd-Frank Act which require that firms verify the minerals they use in manufacturing are not obtained from the DRC or neighboring countries.  Monitoring this has proved difficult and the electronics industry has actively sought more lenient regulations, spending about $2 million on lobbying.  

Most Americans are not aware of the brutal Second Congo War.  This war, involving eight African nations and 25 armed groups, is the deadliest conflict since World War II, with over five million deaths.  Although the war officially ended in 2003, it continues to rage, taking as many as 45,000 lives per month due to famine and disease, as well as violence.  Almost half of the deceased are young children.  Much of the conflict is fueled by the quest for blood minerals.

This war is especially devastating to women and children.  Soldiers use rape as a weapon of war because raping a woman means destroying the social fabric of a community.  48 women are raped each hour in the DRC.  Estimates put the total number of women raped anywhere between 300,000 and 1.5 million.  According to The Guardian, approximately 12% of Congolese women have been raped at least once. The sheer number of rapes have led some to call it a "war on women."  

Children are also suffering from the conflict and from the quest for the conflict minerals.  Children as young as 10 are often forced or coerced into the mines, working under slave-like conditions in dark and dangerous tunnels, working shifts as long as 48-hours.  Don't forget, conflict minerals are found in gaming systems such as Play Station and XBox, which are fixtures in the lives of most American children.  One website points out the hypocrisy with a quote by former British Member of Parliament, Oona King: "Kids in Congo were being sent down mines to die so that kids in Europe and America could kill imaginary aliens in their living rooms."

In addition to the cost inflicted on humans, mining conflict minerals is also devastating to the environment.  Mining pollutes water sources and damages land that could be used for agriculture.  In an extremely impoverished nation, lack of drinking water or healthy soil causes even more deaths.  Fragile ecosystems are also damaged by the mining.  

The trailer for the film "Blood in the Mobile" offers a stark contrast between the dirty and dangerous reality of the mines and the slick, clean marketing of cell phones (unfortunately this film is only available in Europe):

The blood is on our hands as we continue to demand better and faster technology.  No longer satisfied with the latest version of a cell phone or computer, we quickly trade in our older models whenever our contract is up and we're eligible for a "free" phone - or sooner if we're willing to pay the financial price.  Question is, do we understand the ultimate price? 

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Wellness Wednesday

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Sunday, July 8, 2012

Poem for the Day

This poem by George Wallace was read at the opening of the Wild Goose Festival:

WHEN I WAS DEAD


on the in-flight home
the british newspaper (enter-
tainment section) said
brando wasn't afraid of death
& if i know death then
i know why --
when i was dead
i danced with persians
nested with indians
bred with a laboratory duck
wore green socks
gargled mercury
struck a blue vein
ate seventeen icicles
fathered islands
i gave birth to the ceramic arts
i uttered obscenities
i morphed worms
i hand-sponged a saint
i pissed springwater
& swam in sand
i drank spiked vinegar
& spidered dionysos
& for that matter
i shat a hairy mastodon
when i was dead
i stroked a harley
tore buttons
squirted like a trout
when i was dead
i spoke italian
armenian
sikh
greek
korean
mancusan
pomeranian
pashtoonistanian
srinigalese
& a silvery form of spanish
found only among the gauchos
on the plains of argentina
i married a pelican
i fished with walt whitman
i wrestled xerxes
i played cards with aristotle
i had larger teeth
& lots of bushy hair
i had incredible hind quarters
which i showed off in madrid
one night under a quarter moon
like antlers or a pair of alhambra britches
to anyone who would look at them
i gave birth to diamonds
i stunk like a hurricane
i made love for 18 days
in the month of december
i acted badly
i got away with it
i was not afraid
to be alive