Saturday, August 23, 2014

Ferguson: I Get It.



I am filled with emotion and suspense at what is happening in Ferguson. Not the killing of yet another Black male…. Sadly, that does not surprise me. But the sustained anger, the focused rage that has built into a national outcry, gathering strength and credence, poetically claiming forever now the image of upraised hands, a beautifully symbolic gesture that once meant submission and now signals defiance.

Unlike our President and so many others, I do not pray for an end to the protests in Ferguson and for peace at all costs. Not if peace means people have gone back to sleep. Let them stand up, even with anger if that is what it takes, and let this rage spread as far as it must, for ignoring this situation has not made it better, only worse.

There is a silent genocide in this country. Perhaps you disagree with me and that is fine. But I have studied and contemplated for almost 20 years the effects of institutionalized and systemic racism upon our society, and I cannot but conclude that the prison industrial complex, many aspects of our criminal justice system, much of our educational system, as well as corporate America….. practically every organized aspect of our collective life with the notable exception of the military… is arranged to sustain and to keep in power those already in power: white, mostly male Euro-Americans.

I think most people of color know this. They also know that white people must realize it and do nothing to change it.

If you were a Black American today, would you really like white people? Would you trust them? Believe them?

I wouldn’t .

I am a white American. Fifteen years ago a young black woman was shot to death in her car In Riverside, CA when police thought she was reaching for a gun. I marched with Jesse Jackson and invited him to speak in my congregation to seek justice for Tyisha Miller’s death. I made a decision that day that this cause was important enough to me to risk my life for. Anyone who has stood and marched next to Rev. Jackson knows they do just that.

Along the way a very elderly black woman got out of a car to see us pass. Her eyes met mine. I will treasure that moment always. I know I cannot possibly imagine the indignities she may have suffered, but I rejoice that she saw a colleague of Dr. King, as well as many clergy, both black and white, marching through the city to support a young black girl.


It’s been fifteen long years and the death of Michael Brown feels identical. The difference is that the marchers are angrier, the media is staying with the story, the outrage has grown because there has been Trayvon Martin and so many others. And we now have Twitter and Facebook and Instagram.

I was welcomed to the marches and rallies for Tyisha as a white clergywoman. Rev. Jackson reminded us that Dr. King encouraged whites and blacks to work together for justice.

I’ll just be frank here.

In the fifteen years since that event, I have been told outright that I am no longer needed. White liberals aren’t trusted, and white people in general are just not welcome at table. This may not be true everywhere, but it's true enough that those of us who care deeply, fervently, and who believe with Dr. King that we will achieve justice by working together, are befuddled and impotent. And, I get it. I really do.

We can pray, send money, post things online. But can we show up, link arms with you, get arrested, come back to the table? Soon? I hope so.



Thursday, May 09, 2013

POST GA RETREAT




Merton’s Kentucky

A guided retreat w/optional trips


POST General Assembly Retreat for Clergy & Families
 June 24-26, 2013
Led by Rev. Cynthia P. Cain &
Joe Zaranontello of LooseLeaf Hollow




 



IN THE SPIRIT OF MERTON
A  retreat for those who are interested in beginning, or further developing, a contemplative writing practice. With the spirit of Thomas Merton as our guide, we will explore eight contemplative writing practices. Using these "8 Pathways to the Center," you will experience a way to integrate body, mind, psyche and spirit"




The Integral Retreats and Life-Direction are guided by Joe Zarantonello, teacher, poet and the Creator of The Integral Journal.
Joe's undergraduate degree is from the University of Notre Dame where he majored in The Great Books. His M.A. is from University College, Dublin, where he studied the Irish Poets. Joe spends time on the road leading retreats in Illinois, Ohio, Indiana, Missouri and Tennessee, but most of the time he's at home running Loose Leaf Hollow, a guesthouse for solitary or guided retreats in the rolling knobs of Kentucky.


COSTS TBD based upon TOURS & ACCOMODATIONS, range $200-$250

ACCOMODATIONS
#1 Only 45 minutes from Louisville, 25 minutes from Gethsemani, and only 10 minutes from Bardstown~ Loose Leaf Hollow is easily accessible, yet quite secluded
Bordered by gorgeous Bernheim Forest, Loose Leaf Hollow has a grace and beauty all its own, and will be a tonic for both your senses and soul.
Loose Leaf Hollow has a full kitchen, library, and a beautiful zendo for meditation. It can accommodate eight guests and is suitable for over-night, weekend, and longer solitary retreats.
The friendly, open and warm character of Loose Leaf Hollow sets it apart from larger retreat facilities. It is truly “a space for grace” where you can relax, reflect and re-energize your soul!  BEST FOR SINGLES & ADULTS


#2 Cinnamon House B&B Circa 1900. The colors on the inside and outside of this inn are just as spicy and playful as the name. Enjoy views of downtown Springfield, Kentucky, from the Nancy Hanks Lincoln room, the large family-friendly Elizabeth Maddox Roberts room, or the private en suite bathroom in the Marithelma Kelly room. Sit in a rocking chair on the front porch to read or explore the small town just steps away. All seven stops along the Kentucky Bourbon Trail are within one hour of this quaint town. Study the nation's great history by visiting civil war and Mary Lincoln Legacy sites.
BEST FOR FAMILIES & COUPLES



LINCOLN’s KY TRAIL
Lincoln was NOT a Unitarian , but he associated with and sympathized with our forebears. His parents were wed and he was born right in these parts and there is much to see of beauty and history. Led by Rev. Cain, kids welcome.
SPIRITS & SPIRITUALITY
Kentucky’s “knobs” have a rich but little known history that ranges from America’s earliest Catholic enclaves to Prohibition era- bootlegging and even-later, what has come to be called the “Cornbread Mafia.” Spirits interweave with spirituality in this area where Merton had his epiphany!
Tour will be guided by Rev. Cain


The Breakthrough is an opportunity to step out of your day to day worries and troubles and find a sense of peace you never knew existed. You don't want the time to end. Fortunately, it doesn't have to because you take the peace and serenity with you when you leave."
Shearene Conner
Murfreesboro, TN

"There are few ways on the path of compassion that take one from sleep to becoming awake in a brief five days. Joe’s Breakthrough Week, his gentle mastery as teacher, the practice of meditation and writing—whether you are just beginning or are seasoned in these arts—will lead you to profound changes in your world view. I have come to treasure The Breakthrough—the light that comes in, the surprise in that light."
Mary Luken, Director of Bethany Spring New Haven, KY

FOR MORE INFORMATION or to reserve a spot contact Rev. Cain: cyncain@gmail.com
CALL 859 221 3034 for more information! Deadline is May 20, 2013.


Saturday, October 20, 2012

SURFING IN IRELAND



SURFING in IRELAND
A reflection for water communion

So, are we meant to have fun?

And what exactly is fun anyway? I’ll get back to that.

My inspiration for these reflection came from today’s state, Florida, and the realization that over the years we have used the water service to talk about the spirituality, the symbolism, the interconnectedness, the ecology, the politics, and the economy of water, we have never really talked about how much we rely upon water as a source of pleasure. So often, our journeys are to places near water so that we can partake in the joy of floating, riding, surfing, splashing, sunning, or just gazing upon it. Let’s just pause and celebrate that.

My water came from Ireland, the Dingle peninsula to be exact, a place, I dreamed of visiting for almost forty years, since I studied Irish literature in my Freshman year of college, and became enraptured. But all my dreams of Ireland were of green hills and thatched roofs and country folk and sheep grazing, and blessed be, these things can still be found. Surprising for me was the extent to which water is part of every aspect of Ireland. Why wouldn’t it be! The place is surrounded by oceans and seas and permeated by streams, rivers and lochs. The story of Ireland is the story of an island and its water, including its tears. I got my little vial of water from a place that felt like the end of a very long pilgrimage, the ocean near the gravesite of Peig Sayers, a resident of the Great Blasket Island who wrote An Old Woman’s Reflections, my first glimpse of Irish literature. This place was holy ground for me. Seeing the Great Blasket from her mainland grave site, driving the roads of the Dingle peninsula, staying at the home of a storyteller and sitting up by his peat fire late with him was more fun to me than anything I can recall in many, many years. But that’s me, I’m a bit odd.

The Irish people are hard workers. I have a lot more Scottish than Irish in me, just a smidgen of Irish as far as I know, but I love to work and don’t get the culture of “fun.” For me, work is fun. Life is full of fun. 

Now Ireland has also been home to more traditionally “fun” pastimes, like vacations, cruises and recreation. From the ill-fated voyage of the Titanic, built in Belfast, and sailing from Cobh to today’s surfing culture (yes, I said surfing in Ireland) people have paid large sums of money and traveled far to satisfy their urge for enjoyment. These people who surf Ireland’s West coast come from all over the world to conquer some of the biggest waves anywhere. They are also some of the most dangerous because of their size, velocity, and the rocky shoals beneath them and outcroppings offshore. The surfers have to be towed into the waves in many cases, and sometimes travel as far as eight miles offshore to get the biggest surf. The surfers of Mullaghmore, County Sligo, who have become world famous, are called “slightly crazy” by a BBC article:
Ollie O'Flaherty recalled an occasion recently when his friend and towing partner, Peter Connolly, had to pull him out of the water after a very tricky situation:
"I've definitely had one or two pretty big scares...last October I got wiped out and was stuck at the bottom of one wave and I got picked up, hit and dragged over the reef three times," said Ollie.
In a sport where broken bones, and even death, can be the heavy price to pay for not catching a wave properly, he insists "the thrill outweighs the consequence for me."


Now that’s fun!
Please do not take this as a criticism of cruises, because I know many of you have taken or will take cruises and I am sure you had an enormously good experience. When Eric and Seth and I got to go to St. John as I was invited to preach there, (by the way that was lovely but about one-one hundredth as much “fun” as going to Ireland, for me) we saw the world’s biggest cruise ship in port. We just looked at each other and said, Yikes!  As introverts and people who don’t party or stay up late and who just like to be alone, it looked like a very terrifying place. For me, almost any boat situation is decidedly not “fun” because I have motion sickness. So, I save a lot of money and worry not going on cruises! But others may say that this was the most fun they have ever had.

That brings me back to “fun.”

The word “fun” used to mean to trick or hoax. No doubt you’ve heard people hear in Kentucky say, “He/she is just funning you.” But “fun” has come to be an important part of our vernacular, a noun rather than a verb. Almost daily we ask, did you have fun? Or report on Facebook: I had a lot of fun at the festival! If we were to look deeply into our beliefs, I think we’d agree that we believe that we should have fun, we deserve to have fun, that fun balances work and toil, and that we should budget time and money for fun. 

Jewish and Christian scriptures actually do not mention “fun” per se, although
So I commend the enjoyment of life, because nothing is better for a man under the sun than to eat and drink and be glad. Then joy will accompany him in his work all the days of the life God has given him under the sun.  - Ecclesiastes 8:15
Jesus:
"The ground of a certain rich man produced a good crop. He thought to himself, 'What shall I do? I have no place to store my crops.'
"Then he said, 'This is what I'll do. I will tear down my barns and build bigger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods. And I'll say to myself, "You have plenty of good things laid up for many years. Take life easy; eat, drink and be merry." '
"But God said to him, 'You fool! This very night your life will be demanded from you. Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?'"
"This is how it will be with anyone who stores up things for himself but is not rich toward God." - Luke 12:16-21
No one is calling for grim stoicism or renunciation!
“The theologian who has no joy in his work is not a theologian at all. Sulky faces, morose thoughts and boring ways of speaking are intolerable in this science. May God deliver us from what the Catholic Church reckons one of the seven sins of the monk — tædium [weariness] — in respect of the great spiritual truths with which theology has to do. But we must know, of course, that it is only God who can keep us from it.”

The quotation is from Karl Barth’s 1957 Church Dogmatics.

Children have lots of fun, and they know how to have it simply and joyfully, until we and the world teach them that they have to buy it, turn it on, that it need batteries, comes packaged, and requires ever- greater thrills.
Maybe, what we really need to emphasize is not fun,  something that is not in itself wrong, but that has been co-opted, exploited, commercialized, and made expensive, extravagant, exclusive, damaging to the environment, dangerous, and in some cases just slightly crazy, but recreation…. Re-creation, which water can do, which is one of the meanings of the traditional communion ritual, to cleanse and make new, and which can be done without expense or harming anyone or anything. It can be done by breathing, by smiling, by slowing down, by telling the truth, by letting go, by forgiving, by washing away the residue of expectations and demands upon ourselves and others that cause us grief. May you be surrounded by the healing waters of hope and renewal today and every day. AMEN

(yes, Che Guevara was in this town en route to Ireland's famous Lahinch surfing beach. Did he have fun?)