By the edge of the
California Sea Lions’ tank
purple flowers provide
a spiders’ loom.
Prospect Park Zoo
Brooklyn, New York
22 November 2012
By the edge of the
California Sea Lions’ tank
purple flowers provide
a spiders’ loom.
Prospect Park Zoo
Brooklyn, New York
22 November 2012
Five emerging random observations that need further reflection after two days:
1. I have had a number of conversation online and in person about the SNAP/Food Stamp Challenge. I think that is part of the point. A big part of the point. Friends and colleagues have affirmed the challenge and raised serious questions about the challenge. We also talk about hunger and poverty and what we can do to end them. We need to have those conversations more deliberately and to act on the ideas we have.
2. My colleague J. Herbert Nelson, director of the Presbyterian Washington Office notes that:
We engage the SNAP/Food Stamp Challenge as Presbyterians to claim the biblical truth that God has given us enough. Our waste and greed is the source of scarcity for many in our nation and world.
I agree with that. But I also know that I need to do a better job – when I cut my waste and my usage – of directing those resources to help others and challenge the existing system. I have work to do.
3. Over these first two days, I have found it easier to avoid overeating by focusing on the amount I have to spend and the reality of my brothers and sisters who face even greater challenges daily than I do when I focus on the number of calories I am eating. Not sure what that means but I do need to ponder how it might into future actions and self-care.
4. I sent emails to my Representative and Senators today telling them that I am on the challenge and asking what they are doing and what more they plan to do to end poverty and hunger. However they respond, I plan to ask further questions.
5. Three ideas are emerging about follow up actions. One is to decrease my use of meat and eat lighter for the sake of the planet and to share the enough that God has given. I ordered a vegetarian cookbook a few moments ago. A second is to identify an amount to spend each week and stick to that amount. The third is to become more creative in my food purchase – to use farmers’ markets and locally grown foods. Given where I am starting on that one, it won’t be hard to make progress.
What do you think? Whether you are on the challenge or not, what do you think?
See you along the Trail.
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That’s right. The menu. One menu for the seven days.
Two major factors contribute to this. First, I am not terribly creative in the kitchen. Second, it made shopping easier.
That said, here is the menu:
Breakfast
Lunch
Dinner
That will leave me five eggs and 9 slices of cheese to add over the week.
Water will be the beverage – beyond the V-8
This is not a balanced diet. I know that. I recognize many of the issues with it.
The amount of money to spend imposes limits, but I could also consider nutritional factors more carefully. That I do not have to do so for a week is yet another privilege.
See you along the Trail.
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I recognize that the SNAP/Food Stamp Challenge is an exercise. In no way does it truly mirror the experience of my sisters and brothers for whom poverty is a daily reality.
Hopefully it may make me a little more aware of that reality. It may lead to conversations about why people are poor. It may result in reflections on the folly of cutting SNAP benefits, further shredding the safety net. It may encourage advocacy to address the cuts.
But I have privileges that most people who use food stamps regularly do not have. I mentioned several of them in my first post on the Challenge. Even as I wrote those words, I knew that I would encounter other privileges during the course of this week.
I had not expected to do so by 9:10 AM on the Challenge’s first day.
I was scheduled to preach at the First Presbyterian Church of Whitestone. This involved taking the 1 Train to Penn Station and then taking the Long Island Railroad to the Murray Hill Station. Not everyone could afford to do that, I realized before the day began. That was not the privilege that surprised me.
I played around on the computer (which not everyone has) for too long and found myself running late. I quickly chose to take a cab. I could do that because I have the financial resources to do so – resources that others do not have.
That’s not really I learning. I knew that people with limited incomes face challenges that I do not. It’s a reminder of something I already know. And it’s
There will be more.
See you along the Trail.
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I purchased the food for my week on the SNAP/Food Stamp Challenge. I used $33.55 of a $34.40 budget.
Ten early observations:
See you along the Trail.
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Looking for some ways to help the people of the Philippines affected by Typhoon Haiyan / Typhoon Yolanda? Here is what I support:
Presbyterian Disaster Assistance is working with our mission partner the National Council of Churches in the Philippines (NCCP) and fellow members of the ACT (Action by Churches Together) Alliance. An initial grant of $50,000 from One Great Hour of Sharing funds will help provide emergency food, water and other basic humanitarian needs to families affected by Typhoon Haiyan / Typhoon Yolanda that struck the country on November 8.
Many organizations are responding to this disaster. Most are reputable. Some are not. Some will make mistakes. A few will even take advantage of the people in the deepest need.
My giving goes through the Presbyterian Church because I have seen the work we do and we work in partnership with people on the ground, people directly affected.
If you have a place where you prefer to give, give generously. If you are looking for a place to give, I encourage you to try Presbyterian Disaster Assistance.
See you along the Trail.
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One last time I straightened my tie.
Unable to forestall the inevitable,
I donned my coat, picked up
the burden of the living
and left my apartment.
Into the cold, grey New York day
I walked to Broadway and turned
toward Union Seminary bearing
the burden of the living
to the scheduled service.
A cab pulled up as I crossed the street,
I noticed others walking – some I knew,
some I did not – all carrying
the burden of the living,
the weight slowing their steps
From east and west, north and south,
many faiths and colors we gathered
in the chapel accompanied by
the burden of the living
held in common, yet unique.
Strains of Springsteen greeted us.
Hearts ached, tears flowed,
as in a fog, shrouded by
the burden of the living
we remembered, sang and prayed.
Parents, siblings, colleagues, friends
we filled that sacred space
and, for a brief, precious time, found
the burden of the living
lessened for being shared.
Songs sung, prayers prayed, after
one last hug, one last, cold tear, we go
into the evening accompanied by
the burden of the living,
giving thanks for Annie Rawlings’ life.
With thanks to my friend Yena Hwang for the image
Shire on the Hudson
Manhattan, New York
12 November 2013
The word first came in a simple text from a friend. The precise words have already faded from memory, but their essence remains: “Annie Rawlings died.”
I could not believe it. I tried to deny it. I searched Facebook and other social media looking for something, anything, I don’t know what, to demonstrate that the news was false.
But it was not. Through electronic media and phone calls the confirmation arrived.
Annie Rawlings –
woman of deep faith,
daughter,
sister,
sister-in-law,
aunt,
niece,
cousin,
Annie Rawlings –
maker of peace,
welcomer of new neighbors,
community member,
strategic thinker,
seeker of justice,
builder of coalitions,
pursuer of truth,
builder of bridges,
Annie Rawlings –
ally of those living in poverty,
feeder of the hungry,
challenger of the systems,
clother of the naked,
houser of the homeless,
community organizer,
interfaith advocate,
child of Cleveland,
New Yorker,
citizen of the world,
glocal disciple,
Annie Rawlings –
trusted friend,
valued colleague,
Annie Rawlings –
lover of life,
liver of life,
Annie Rawlings was dead.
Annie died, unexpectedly, on November 2 after snorkeling in Cancun, Mexico where she had gone on vacation.
Annie threw herself into life with a zest and a passion. She lived boldly, bravely, fully. Annie made the most of her life.
Now Annie is dead. The world seems a bit more empty, a tad colder. Annie is dead and with so many others, I grieve.
I grieve for the pain and heartache that her parents and family suffer – pain and heartache that I can only imagine. I grieve for the empty seat at the table, the empty chair in the office, the empty place in the circle. I grieve for a life that ended too soon. I grieve for what might have been.
Yet as I grieve, I give thanks.
I give thanks for Annie’s faith and love. I give thanks for Annie’s living and witness. I give thanks for the lives that God touched through Annie. I give thanks that her memory shines. I give thanks that, while no one will ever, ever replace Annie, others will step up, have already stepped up, to carry on the pursuit of justice and peace to which she gave her life.
I give thanks because even in the face of the sudden death of one so young and vital as Annie, there is love and there is grace and there is God. All will be well for Annie. All will be well for her parents, Chuck and Joan. All will be well for her family and her friends. It may not seem that way now. It may not seem that way any time soon, but all will be well. There will be tears and heartache and great struggle, but all will be well. Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia.
If you have ever read my blog, you know my closing line is: See you along the Trail. Tonight, I am going to give the final word to Annie’s favorite singer. Bruce Springsteen expresses a similar sentiment when he writes;
Further on up the road
Further on up the road
Where the way is dark and the night is cold
One sunny mornin’ we’ll rise I know
And I’ll meet you further on up the road.