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Perspective 2

A while back, when tempted to whine about the heat, I reflected on perspective with the help of some friends. Today, while touring the United Nations headquarters with a group from China I saw a t-shirt that further deepens my perspective on the challenges of life – the real challenges of life. The t-shirt hangs on the display about displacement – hangs there every day – hangs there every time I accompany a group on a tour. I see it every time. Today, though it spoke to me with a power not present before.

The photo lacks in quality – next time I will bring a better camera – but it conveys the message.

May all who share such hopes have them realized.

May I help answer these hopes of my sisters and brothers.

See you along the Trail.

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Why I like New York 7 – Danny Boy

“… every time I hear that melody, something breaks inside …”
Tom Waits

Some songs work like that. For reasons known and unknown, they touch us in ways expected and unexpected.

In New York, one never knows when one will hear such songs.

Music fills the city.

Music of all types.

Music made by amazing musicians – professional and amateur alike.

Surrounded by the music, one hears the songs that break us – touch us – stir us – move us – remake us.

Today, while waiting at the Times Square station for the R Train on my visit to Fourth Avenue Presbyterian Church in Brooklyn,  I heard a solo trombonist.

I made my way to the sound of the song as it ended. The echoes of the tune ended and he began a new song – a melody that fits Tom Waits’ lyrics for me: Danny Boy.

Thankfully the train did not arrive until he finished. The glow remains with me.

See you along the Trail.

p.s. ‘bones are on a roll as the instruments around me lately.

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Perspective

It is hot. There is no doubt whatever about that. Marley is dead. And it is hot.

By some form of warped, interior, illogic, I believe that my refusal to complain about the cold entitles me to whine when it is hot. And it is hot.

My friend Laura asserts that it is “hotter than two hamsters fartin’ in a wool sock.” I do not know how she knows that. I do not want to know. I don’t even want to ponder any possibilities. I take her at her word. It is hot.

As I began to work up a privileged rant, friends intervened to provide perspective. Nancy welcomed me to her former world pointing out that such heat is the norm where she lives (until she moves – and the truck was there today). Lloyd approached the issue in another way. His Facebook post reminded me that, as hot as it may be here in New York:

It is not 120 degrees.
I am not 5700 miles from home.
I am not dressed in a full combat uniform.
I am not carrying a pack weighing 70 pounds or more.
And it is very unlikely that I will encounter a bomb.

Reflecting on Lloyd’s post reminded me that there is more to it than that:

I have shelter.
That shelter has air conditioning. And a fan.
The air conditioning in my apartment and my office works (sorry, Ryan).
I have water – as much water as I need to stay hydrated.
Most  subway cars are conditioned. Most times it works. I can find another one if it doesn’t.

Many folks – too many folks – some of them here in New York – do not have all those things. Many folks – too many folks – some of them here in New York – do not have any of those things.

Perspective.

It does nothing about the heat.

But it reminds me of who I am and what I have. And, hopefully, it shapes what I say and what I do.

See you along the Trail.

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Test

This is a test.
It is only a test.

If this was an actual post,
these words would have more meaning.
At least a little more.

Actually, I am trying to answer
a friend’s question.

I believe I can do so now.

15 June 2012
New York

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Purple flowers – Sakura Park

Sakura Park
Manhattan, New York
21 March 2010

While in New York for an event a couple of years back, I found myself on the upper west side with some free time and indulged my National Park habit. I walked to the General Grant National Monument.

On the way back to the apartment, a statue in a park caught my eye. I did not know the name of the park, but the statue clearly resembled a soldier from the Civil War. It seemed worth discovering who the statute honored.

I discovered that atop the pedestal stood a likeness of General Daniel Butterfield. I knew little of him – he wrote the bugle call Taps, he was a friend of General Hooker, he had a reputation for rather bawdy behavior whether deserved or not, and he engaged in intrigue with General Sickles against General Meade.

After the war, he was involved in the 1869 gold scandal, when speculators sought to corner the gold market.

But he apparently had his good days as well. Butterfield won the Congressional Medal of Honor for his actions on June 27, 1862 at the Battle of Gaines Mills.

Like all of us, his story has many dimensions.

Butterfield’s statue stands in Sakura Park.

Sakura Park owes its name to the more than 2000 cherry trees delivered to parks in New York City from Japan in 1912.  The word sakura means “cherry blossom” in Japanese.

I may have seen cherry trees that day. I probably would not recognize them.

But for once, I know the name of the flowers: these are crocuses.

See you along the Trail.

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Why I like New York City 1

As I stepped out of the door of the United Presbyterian Church of Ozone Park – a congregation with many members from the Caribbean, I heard the skirl of bagpipes at a street event.

Amazing diversity!

See you along the Trail.

 

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I lit a candle

Peter Tibi, from South Sudan, and I visited the Cathedral Church of St. John Divine. It has fascinated me ever since I learned of Madeleine L’Engle‘s connection with the place. Peter and I spent over an hour there. It will take many visits to experience all the cathedral offers.

I noticed two places in the cathedral where people had lit candles for people and situations in New York City and around the world. The glow warmed me. And challenged me.

Upon returning to the Shire on the Hudson, I lit a candle of my own: a candle for all those people, all those places, all those situations, all those circumstances for whom no candles have been lit. The candle burns not for who I know nor for what I know. It burns to remind me of those I do not know – those I forget – those I ignore.

See you along the Trail.

 

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Negative calories?

I had some Ben and Jerry‘s ice cream last night.

I did not pay close enough attention to what I purchased. Nor did I notice when I served it.

My first taste brought a delightful coffee flavor. I then checked the label: Coffee Heath Bar Crunch.

Reading the label more carefully I realized that the flavor derives from Fair Trade Certified™ coffee extract.

That got me to thinking: such ice cream must have negative calories, right?

If so, or if not – I recommend it highly!

See you along the Trail.

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Do you remember Allison?

I loaded the laundry and started the machines. Laundry night, bound to brim with excitement.

I stopped by the vending machine to pick up a Diet Coke. As I started back through the security door, I heard a group coming into the building. I did the nice thing and waited for them, holding the door.

Their interactions clearly marked them as an extended family; their clothes showed they had gathered for a family event of some sort.

We crowded on to the elevator. They made family jokes and talked about other family members. In the few short moments we rode together, names were named and tales told.

Finally someone mentioned Allison. The name drew a reaction.

“Allison?” said one of the younger men standing behind me.

“You remember Allison,” replied one of the women. “You wanted to marry her at Uncle Percy’s funeral.”

At that point the elevator reached their floor and they piled out of the elevator, leaving me to wonder:

Was a proposal made at the funeral? Did the wedding ever take place? Why not? How were Uncle Percy and Allison related, if at all? Where is Allison now? Is she well? Does she miss what could have been? Was she already married at the time of the funeral?

Many questions that will keep me up all night.

See you along the Trail.

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Around Christ’s table, under a rainbow flag

The West-Park Presbyterian Church congregation gathered around the communion table for the benediction and closing song. As I moved forward, I looked up. There I saw the rainbow flag hanging from the balcony (I should have taken a picture). I stood under the flag and around Christ’s table with the cross, the cup, the platen. A light went on for me.

West-Park Presbyterian is a “diverse and inclusive community of people. West-Park emphasizes a progressive, dynamic, and responsive theology that is ‘reformed and ever-reforming.'” The congregation has a deep, rich history of seeking justice – a history that is still being made as they engage in rebirth, working with their community to create a sweat-free neighborhood, and supporting programs ranging from the West Side Campaign Against Hunger to God’s Love We Deliver to Living Wage NY, Justice Will Be Served, the Presbyterian Health, Education and Welfare Association, the Interfaith Assembly on Housing and Homelessness, and more.

The congregation is developing a partnership with the Presbyterian Ministry at the United Nations as one way to make local-global connections. My colleague Ryan Smith was there last Sunday to speak of our ministry and global discipleship.

Today, West-Park’s pastor, and my friend, the Rev. Bob Brashear invited me to join him in a dialogue sermon. We reflected on changes in the Middle East and North Africa and how those will impact the work of the church, my passion in ministry, and the resources I use to keep current on events. The sharing of the offering and a hymn followed. Then, as is the custom, we gathered around the communion table.

There I saw the flag. There I realized that I had failed to share a wonderful joy during the time of prayer.

Yesterday, Scott Anderson – now the Rev. Scott Anderson – was ordained again as a teaching elder in the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.). Scott had been ordained but had set aside his ordination in 1990 when members of the congregation he was serving learned that he is gay and threatened to use that against him.

For over 20 years, Scott has remained faithful to Christ, faithful to Christ’s Church, faithful to that manifestation of Christ’s church known as the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.). For over 20 years, Scott has remained steadfast to God’s call, serving in many capacities – most recently as the Director of the Wisconsin Council of Churches.

For over 20 years, the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) had in place policies that denied Scott the possibility to serve in ordained ministry.

That changed this year with a change in the church’s constitution. The Rev. Scott Anderson’s took place because of that change.

That change occurred in part because of the witness of West-Park Presbyterian Church and other Presbyterians who have worked patiently, tirelessly, faithfully to open the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A) to our GLBTQ sisters and brothers.

The More Light movement played an important role in this change. More Light congregations are those which made a public affirmation that sexual orientation alone would not be a bar to ordination. The first church in the denomination to make a formal statement from the pulpit declaring itself a More Light Church: West-Park Presbyterian Church.

I did not interrupt the response to the benediction; but when the last note ended, I slipped over to Bob and said, “You know, we should have given thanks for Scott’s ordination.” Bob did not miss a beat. He called the congregation back and around Christ’s table, we gave thanks to God.

See you along the Trail.

The photo shows the flag flown outside their living quarters by this year’s college staff at Ghost Ranch.

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