” . . . yet the world did not know him.”

The fuller quote from the Prologue to the Gospel of John is this –

The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world. He was in the world, and the world came into being through him, yet the world did not know him. (John 1:9-10)

Recently, some powerful events converged in my life and consciousness. I need to write. That’s how I process. Maybe someone else can benefit.

On January 3 – The US kidnapped the leader of a sovereign nation, Venezuela and brought him to the US to stand trial. Venezuela is twice the geographic size of California in the northeast portion of South America.

On Tuesday, January 6, I buried the last WWII vet in my congregation. He had been an enlisted man, reenlisted three times and was highly decorated. He had served in Normandy, Battle of the Bulge, earned five combat stars, a Purple Heart, and at least a dozen more medal-worthy honors. He had marched past concentration camps and was told to ignore them, “the Red Cross is taking care of them.” He helped liberate countries and camps!

Yesterday, January 8, ICE (Federal Immigration and Customs Enforcement) shot and killed a 37 year old citizen. She was a mother of a six-year old. She was a college graduate with a degree in English. The national leadership spin blames the woman. The “Secretary of State” called her a domestic terrorist. The local and state leadership in Minnesota, and the numerous videos taken in live-time, beg to differ.

In a similar light, I realize that most of my passport stamps in the last 25 years have come from El Salvador. The Lutheran Christians I know and share a devotion to the ways of Jesus, were strongly influenced by the life and ministry of Oscar Romero. It is within my own lifetime that Oscar Romero, priest, Archbishop, and now Saint, was called a communist subversive, a left-wing guerrilla and was murdered while leading worship. Here’s a quick quote.

When Saint Oscar Romero was appointed Archbishop of San Salvador, he could not have known how radically his life, his heart, and his involvement with the people of El Salvador would change, placing him at the forefront of a lived theology of liberation. The people of El Salvador were living under an oppressive and violent military government that sought to silence, through torture and death, anyone who spoke out against its corruption. Saint Oscar was one who spoke out. He did this through his homilies which articulated his support and commitment for peace, non-violence, and human rights.

It was the US that trained the Salvadoran death squads and supported the regime that vilified and assassinated Romero. Our national media was not kind to him. The current world powers would not tell the truth at that time.

History will remember our generation

Bringing it all together . . .

My husband was an American Studies major in college – he knows about history, constitution, and powers that our THREE BRANCHES of government have and don’t have. His experiences and mine, combined – well, sometimes it feels like, as they used to say, like we “know too much about how they make the sausage.”

  1. Corporate media is owned by wealthy individuals and their corporations. If you don’t believe it, track the companies that advertise. Research them, their profits, their stocks, and you will see how they must present “the news” in the best interests of their stockholders and advertisers. When they appear to give a balanced report, it is often skewed toward their corporate interests. The recent Minnesota stories are a classic example. Video evidence shows ICE shooting through the windshield first, and then the driver’s side window – three shots in all. Video oevidence and training manuels are cleara that law enforcement training teaches that if a vehicle is moving toward you – get out of the way. It also teaches NEVER to shoot into a moving vehicle. Audio reveals that the women received shouted instructions to both get out of the way and get out of the vehicle. She was shot through the windshield while a masked agent tried to open her door. Our Secretary of State calls her a domestic terrorist. The feds won’t allow Minnesota authorities to have access to any of the evidence (that isn’t already on social media). Without cell phones, the federal narrative would have stood. Unchallenged. Think about that for a minute. This is all why it was so critical for them to do their best to defund and try to destroy Public Radio and Television. They are not corporately owned. CPB is no longer. Same with VOA. Voice of America which was established in 1942 to broadcast to places where news was censored. The executive branch has managed to shut it down. I work to help our local public media. I also listen to international news and how they report stories about us.

2. The 100 year old that we buried this week and all the other veterans and support people who stood with the Allies during WWII, fought against the Nazis and Fascism. They liberated concentration camps and occupied cities and whole countries that Germany annexed. Everyday German citizens were terrified of getting in trouble, and most of them stayed silent. In that day, far too many stayed silent. In our own day, far too many stay silent. History tells us that silence only helps the oppressors. History also gets to the bottom of the issues. That’s why the folks on the “right” don’t want us teaching history in a way that looks like anyone was oppressed (certainly not by our elites).

3. Our Executive Branch is trying to “take over” Venezuela and has kidnapped its president who was by any stretch – not a great guy – but what we did is against our own Constitution and any international agreements we have. They are also threatening to take over Greenland which is part of the kingdom of Denmark. In the first place, Greenland doesn’t want us. They too have their own sovereign form of government. What do we look like when we start trying to “annex” other countries at the whim of a wannna-be-dictator? Yep! We look like the folks my 100 year old veteran friend and his buddies were willing to die to stop! Millions of innocent people were murdered in the name of law and order. To answer my own rhetorical question, we look like a special kind of something.

History will remember our time. It will have nothing to do with the spin our national leadership is trying to superimpose upon our nation’s executive actions. It will remember January 6, 2021. It will remember January 2026. Our grandchildren and great-grandchildren will be hearing the truth about our generation. What side of the truth will you be on in their recollections? Our country has similarly destabilized nations all over the world in the way it did El Salvador. Our federal government is even now, doing its best to destabilize cities that traditionally vote blue. They are trying to stir up a violent response so they can feed their own narrative that the “left is so violent.” (Remember ANTIFA?) If the federal actions are met with violence, they will claim more justification for more violence, and we will be heading toward Marshall Law. We are not there YET, but the threat is knocking at the door. Anyone who remembers the Civil Rights Movement of the 50s and 60s, knows that it was only nonviolent protest, response, and education that brought our country new rights for minorities and women.

History will remember our time.

For my part, I will continue to preach about the One who brings light and love to the world. It doesn’t mean closing my eyes to the facts and remaining silent. It means bearing witness to hard truths. The God that I worship and serve is the Great Liberator of the Oppressed, and through Jesus, experienced the violent evil of the world – and rose above it.

The Cost of Discipleship

Luke 14 – 25 Now large crowds were traveling with him, and he turned and said to them, 26 “Whoever comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters, yes, and even life itself, cannot be my disciple.

Paraphrasing Martin Luther.

“What does this even mean?!!!

This passage has been troublesome for me and many for a long time. Our congregation has a Wednesday morning Bible study group that has been together for a while now. We discussed the passage just yesterday. There were as many thoughts as there were people in the group. It is difficult to overlay our admittedly middle-class US lifestyles over this in a way that makes sense in any meaningful way. Though I think “hate” is a strong word for translation, I’m pretty convinced it is a First Commandment situation: You shall have no other gods.”

The first disciples who were called by Jesus literally left their nets, the family business, and everything else to follow Jesus. But we have families. And we have stuff. And we have responsibilities – God knows!

It has been quite a week. My husband and I live in a small city, a college town. Last Friday, we were eating out at a really nice restaurant for the first time in a long time. By “long time,” I mean that our anniversary was on June 1 (40 years – yay us!) and we were having our first nice meal out since before then. I got a call about a church related crisis during the meal. I won’t go into details. We did order dessert. But then, we went and addressed the situation. We were out until 11 pm until things were adequately sorted out for the night.

I spent an afternoon in court related to that event and more time during the week.

A couple of evenings ago, a dear friend, colleague, and parishioner – all in one – had a medical emergency. Because of our relationship, and my husband’s no-nonsense attitude and professional experience, he had been named Power of Attorney for healthcare by this beloved Child of God. That was before dementia started to steal her away from us. We, her out-of-state family, and the nurse at the facility agreed it would be best to have her checked out at the local hospital. This was early evening. She went in by local ambulance. We met her in the Emergency Department. Having worked in hospice for decades, hubby is big on individual dignity and autonomy in healthcare.

We had many conversations with her out-of-state family and her local friends that night. The attending physician wanted to transport her to a larger hospital 45 minutes away, in the opposite direction from all of her support people. If we could take her 45 minutes in the OTHER direction, she would have had many, and I mean MANY people who love her, who could visit and offer support as needed. We all decided that our friend should not be transported until morning because an overnight transport would frighten her and take her out of her support community. And she was at a point in her life where she wished no extraordinary measures be taken to prolong her life. Her wishes had been put in writing quite some time before her memory started going. A transport would temporarily rescind her wishes. If she were in transit, they would be required to resuscitate her by any means necessary. We talked with this friend, who seemed relieved to not travel overnight. We talked to the Dr who seemed to understand. We thought everyone was on the same page, finally. We could weigh more options in the morning. Exhausted by decision fatigue, my husband and I left for home at about 10:45. At 10:58, the ER doc signed orders to have her transferred to the community that no one else agreed to. (Paperwork later showed that this was a “non-emergent” transfer. No lights, siren, or rush.) The ER doc called at 1:30 am to leave that message that she had been transported. We were so exhausted, we did not hear the notification and only found out at about 7 am.

My husband took the next day off work to be with her, answer questions, and communicate with everyone who needed information.

Another friend is with her today.

I will go tomorrow (Friday).

Family

Today is still only Thursday. On Monday, we received notice that my husband’s uncle passed away. This was someone who was in the family business with hubby’s dad and grandpa. They lived in the same small town. The cousins all grew up together, went to Catholic School, mass, and high school together. They had family meals where grandma would make homemade ravioli from scratch – sauce, sausage, dough, and everything! They dropped in on each other’s homes without notice. They were very close. The funeral is on Saturday. We had talked about going. The funeral is a five-hour one-way drive. On a Saturday. We are both preaching on Sunday. I found myself sending this text to hubby’s three sisters this morning.

Even if we could find someone to cover our Sunday responsibilities, we are probably too tired to make the drive. It is one of the many decisions we have had to make in the past 40 years or so in which we have chosen the person in the greatest perceived crisis to direct our attention toward.

I have always felt that to apply this verse from Luke to my own life and ministry would have been self-aggrandizing. Who am I to say I am that unselfish or such a good follower of Jesus. I’m not. I try, but I always fall short of my own expectations. I can only imagine the Almighty frequently doing a facepalm about me. i can twiddle away time with the best of procrastinators. I didn’t always handle our stress in the best way. Sometimes, I just wanted to forget, or not feel. There is an old theological saying that goes back to the Latin which is basically that “we are all saint and sinner at the same time.” Lutheran theology generally leaves us pretty humble.

I know this has often left us letting family down. We have grown children. We tried to make family our priority as much as we possible could, but we couldn’t always. There is no way to take back time we missed with them. We did the best we could as much as we could. We had vacation time, and took some cool vacations, day trips, and adventures in our own home, but when they had weekends off, we usually worked. I’ve missed some big extended family Easter Dinners when we only live a half hour from hubby’s family – because after Easter at church, my energy and ability to socialize were running on empty. Same with Christmas.

We will try our best to pay our respects to Uncle Julius. Somehow. He was a pretty remarkable guy who paid some big prices for being a truth teller. I’m pretty sure he would understand. But, he’s already on the other side of these kinds of worries. RIP.

I don’t think those early disciples that were simply called to “follow me” had any idea what Jesus had in mind when he talked about making choices between following him and family priorities. Certainly, there is a weird balance between self-care/family-care and outward ministry. I do know, that in the Gospel of Luke, Jesus already had his “face set toward Jerusalem” by chapter 14. That means, he was trying to prepare the disciples for the awful things to come.

I am relieved by the Gospel of John’s account (ch 21) in which even though Peter denied even knowing Jesus 3 times during the “night in which he was betrayed,” AFTER the resurrection, Jesus addressed Peter directly.

15 When they had finished breakfast, Jesus said to Simon Peter, “Simon son of John, do you love me more than these?” He said to him, “Yes, Lord; you know that I love you.” Jesus said to him, “Feed my lambs.” 16 A second time he said to him, “Simon son of John, do you love me?” He said to him, “Yes, Lord; you know that I love you.” Jesus said to him, “Tend my sheep.” 17 He said to him the third time, “Simon son of John, do you love me?” Peter felt hurt because he said to him the third time, “Do you love me?” And he said to him, “Lord, you know everything; you know that I love you.” Jesus said to him, “Feed my sheep. 18 Very truly, I tell you, when you were younger, you used to fasten your own belt and to go wherever you wished. But when you grow old, you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will fasten a belt around you and take you where you do not wish to go.” 19 (He said this to indicate the kind of death by which he would glorify God.) After this he said to him, “Follow me.”

God be merciful to all those who are trying to be faithful followers, screw it up, try again, screw it up, try again . . .

Help us to choose our priorities well. Help us to hear your words of absolution when we cannot declare them to ourselves. Give us rest when we need it. And give us clarity of YOUR vision for all your children.