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An affirming place for working-class spirituality, encouragement, rest between our battles, and comfort food.
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I do not enjoy getting labs done before visits to the doctor or visiting with my doctor at Salem Health. The guy who does my medications management and the women who work in that office are great, but I find dealing with even the most competent and friendly people at Salem Health stressful. Part of the problem for me is that Salem Health has either contracted with a security company or has directly hired security staff who I think take matters just a bit too far sometimes. Their jobs seem necessary these days, but their presence and how they handle incoming patients gives Salem Health the feeling of being more of a correctional facility and less of a healthcare facility. And as I consider the situation, it occurs to me that patients and staff are being set up by the system to be in opposition to one another. It's no wonder that my blood pressue is extremely high after I go through security, and no matter what blood pressure meds the doctor prescribes my numbers are going to be high so long as I feel as if I'm visiting a jail.
But today I over-reacted when the young Latine guy at the door did what he gets paid to do and gave the woman in front of me and me a hard time. I was just out of line in response to that. And it's the beginning of Lent. And I ask God every day in my prayers for repentence, reconciliation and the joys of God's salvation and to see Christ in others and to serve others and serve Christ. I wasn't just out of line when I went in, but when I left as well and had to get the Leatherman tool that I carry to be helpful to others back from the guard. What kind of hypocrite and sinner am I?
He's a young Latine guy trying to make a living and I'm a white retiree who looks and sounds like I'm part of the Trump demographic. We're in a tight hallway, there are other people in line, no one looks happy, and I just want to get in and get the lab work done and get out of there. I have plans to stop at a nearby greasy spoon and eat some down-home-bad-for-you food after all of this is done with. He is probably counting the minutes 'til quitting time. That wand that he's waving and the rent-a-cop vibe does nothing for me. My red neck and my attitude don't do anything for him. All of this is getting paid for by Salem Health, alleged to be a non-profit, taking my Medicare and insurance money, and probably bribes from Big Pharma as well, and then paying him less than a living wage and trying to convince me to take more meds than I need. We pay for insurance, not healthcare. He pays them with his uncompensated labor.
Under better circumstances, then, that security guard and I would understand that we're both working-class people trying to get through our days and that both our lives would be so much better if we recognized that and acted in solidarity and love in encountering one another. But this was not a moment for that.
As I said, I went out of line with the guy with my attitude and with what I said and with my body language.
I got through with the lab work, got my tool back, and headed for the car.
My soul just hurt. I don't like that hard and arrogant side of me. A few years back a friend called me out for it and questioned where it came from. I had no good response. He died a few days later without me being able to explain myself. It's a survival mechanism, but wouldn't I rather live and help others than be hard, survival-oriented, reactive and arrogant?
I went to the greasy spoon and paid too much for a meal that would probably have tasted much better had I not had that ache in my soul.
I headed back to Salem Health and waited 'til the folks in line got into the office and I looked the guy in the eyes and apologized. I tried to explain where I was coming from, how I probably have some PTSD around be wanded, and how the system divides people and makes us opponents. That sounded to me as if I were making excuses so I took responsibility for what I did and asked if he and I were good, I asked his name, and I asked if he needed anything. We had a short and relatively human exchange given the circumstances. We both probably came off a little harder than we had to, but he forgave me. I didn't feel better when I left, but I felt as if he and I had done some of the hard work of being human beings living in an oppressive system during Lent.
The Lord can turn around a bad day, and does that for me most days. If the Lord can turn around a bad day, the Lord will also turn around a bad season or a misdirected life. Most Christians will tell you that if you pray to God then God will step in and work miracles for you. How many of my days begin with sadness and end with joy, and isn't that a taste of heaven right here and right now! Well and good, but what too few Christians will tell you is that we either have to climb over or take a 4340 steel blacksmith hammer to those racial, age, and gender barriers that are intentionally and systyemically constructed and that surmounting those barriers is also a great miracle. Maybe I didn't make it over the wall today, but I saw the potential for a miracle. Just seeing that possibility, being reminded of it, gave me a taste of heaven. I hope that it gave him that taste as well.
I don't know, but I think that this is how it's supposed to work for some of us.
It's Holy Week for Orthodox Christians. Below are two photos and messages from Palestine. I seldom edit these posts because I like their poetry and I think that they can be understood and appreciated as they are.
"There have been so many difficulties along this path," said Tiny Dragon.
"There have," agreed Big Panda, "but we have learned something from each one. And imagine how good the view will be when we reach the top."
From the Catholic Mobilizing Network...
Good Friday is a time to contemplate capital punishment.
Today we remember that Jesus suffered and died for us in an execution at the hands of the state.
At the same time, we remember that thousands of our brothers and sisters in the U.S. face the same gruesome fate — and that we, as Christians, have a responsibility to advocate against these attacks on human dignity.
On this particular Good Friday, this responsibility looms larger than ever. Two states — South Carolina and Arizona — have recently announced plans to restart executions in the coming weeks.
(This is very important. Please read more here.)
The Parable of the Ten Virgins.*
It was a joy for me to read this brief Lenten Devotional written by Grace Okerson and sent on by the Methodist Federation for Social Action.
“Without community, there is no liberation...but community must not mean a shedding of our differences, nor the pathetic pretense that these differences do not exist.” – Audre Lorde
This quote by Audre Lorde always reminds me that liberation is intricately connected to the company we keep; we are all connected---for better or for worse.
So much of my personal and professional work over the past five years has been centered around being connected to those around me, especially those on the margins. I served as a missionary through the General Board of Global Ministries for two years in Detroit, MI with the NOAH Project tackling issues around homelessness. It was there that I developed a deep passion for social justice and mission. It was that work in Detroit and the glaring intersection between homelessness and mass incarceration that fed my passion and interest of prison abolition and led me to seminary which has informed my advocacy and work in ways I could not have imagined. Those that I worked alongside were different than I was, but it was those differences that fueled a beautiful relationship full of awe and wonder. It was those differences that made it clear that there was work to be done together if the liberation of all God’s people was to be achieved.
As Christians, we need to focus on liberation. Liberation and freedom are a part of God’s intention for humanity. When looking at creation and the imago Dei, we can see that God’s intention for humanity was mutuality, respect, and valuing of one another. God’s intention was for all humans to have dignity and worth. God created us to be bound up with one another. Adam and Eve were “bone of bone and flesh of flesh,” intricately connected to one another for better or for worse. Humanity was created to be free. Although we are radically free, there is responsibility in said freedom. The freedom we have is for something. It is for creation, for God, and for others. Freedom for is not power over something or someone. It is freedom that is oriented toward the flourishing of the earth, of one another, and for receiving God within our lives. To be made in the image of God is to participate in God’s freedom within what is given to us. The freedom for one another causes us to be dependent upon one another.
As a queer, Black woman, belonging is something that I have always craved. I have always strived to be “enough” and have tried to contort myself to fit into the boxes that society has made for me. Rather than try to find a box that can encompass my identity, I have found that I need to get rid of the boxes entirely. I was not created to fit into a box or conform to societal standards. I was fearfully and wonderfully made in the image of God tasked to bring Christ’s kin-dom here on earth. I am different. And my difference matters, and makes me unique. I am a person who values community above all else and strives to create inclusive and affirming communities where individual flourishing can be realized. When thinking about freedom and liberation, I often love to ask others the following question: “Who would you be if you were allowed to flourish in all the desires of your heart?”
The answer to that question is at the heart of liberation. The answer to that question is the gateway to figuring out how we all can become radically free. Let’s get free together.
You make our collective work possible by your witness for justice every day in your church, community, and Annual Conference. MFSA does not receive any financial support from the United Methodist Church's giving channels. 100% of our budget is funded through your membership dues and your generosity in giving.
A Florida native, Grace Okerson is a first year Master of Divinity Student studying at Candler School of Theology @ Emory in Atlanta, Georgia. She is pursuing a concentration in Chaplaincy with the hope of going into hospital and/or hospice chaplaincy. She wants to journey with people through their grief and in their points of crisis, putting her own gifts, talents, and lived experience of grief to use.
Equipped with a Master of Arts in Public Ministry from Garrett-Evangelical Theological Seminary, Grace’s passions surround dismantling white supremacy and prison abolition. Grace graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree in Social Science with minors in Diversity and Social Inequality, Women and Gender Studies, and Journalism Studies from the University of Central Florida.
From 2017-2019, Grace then served as Global Mission Fellow with the General Board of Global Ministries as the Lunch & Volunteer Coordinator at the NOAH Project, an agency tackling issues around homeless in downtown Detroit, MI.
Grace currently works with McCormick Theological Seminary’s Solidarity Building Initiative as the Special Projects Coordinator & Content Curator. Through a praxis of curious- learning, innovative-action, and active-reflection, Grace has imagined into existence life-giving solutions and collaborative partnerships towards justice-making and solidarity-building with those who have been marginalized by hyper incarceration.
Grace is a certified candidate for ordained ministry in the Florida Conference of the United Methodist Church and plans to continue her ministry as a deacon. When she is not working or in school, you can find Grace exploring the city and traveling the globe. Grace enjoys walks, reading, writing, and taking naps on the beach.
During the 2018 season of Lent, the Alliance for Fair Food (AFF), the ally organization of the Coalition of Immokalee Workers (CIW), recruited pastors and other Christian leaders who are in solidarity with the CIW to offer short Lenten reflections that intersect lent, a time of discipline and self-determination with the ongoing struggle for Fair Food. These reflections were released to our Interfaith Network as part of our Lenten reflection series.
At the same time that we at AFF were working on gathering these reflections, a team of 7, farmworkers and organizers were in NYC for 3 months with the goal of mobilizing solidarity for CIW’s Freedom Fast, a 5-day fast outside of the offices of Wendy’s majority owner and Board Chairman, Nelson Peltz. The Fast was demanding that Wendy’s join the rest of the fast-food industry in supporting CIW’s Fair Food Program (FFP), a program with groundbreaking worker protections, including protections against sexual violence, while at the same time protesting the ongoing human rights abuses faced by workers in Mexico’s produce industry where Wendy’s was buying its tomatoes.
It’s important to know that this action was being organized in the context of the #MeToo movement. At that time, many women, inspired by the unprecedented power of this movement, were looking for long-term, proven solutions to sexual harassment and assault in the workplace. An answer to this national scourge had emerged from one of the most unlikely corners of society: the farmworker community of Immokalee, Florida.
For generations, farmworker women have endured some of the most hostile working conditions this country has to offer. Farmworker women have referred to the constant barrage of catcalls, groping, and sexual assault as “our daily bread” in the fields, and in one study, four out of every five farmworker women reported experiencing sexual harassment or violence at work.
But in 2011, after nearly two decades of hard-fought organizing with consumers across the country, farmworkers with the CIW launched the FFP and, within a few short years, put an end to sexual assault and other human rights violations in the $650 million Florida tomato industry. By harnessing public awareness and the purchasing power of more than a dozen of the world’s largest retail food companies, the FFP has radically transformed working conditions for tens of thousands of farmworkers and has been recognized for its unique success by human rights observers from the White House to the United Nations. Today, the FFP extends to seven states and several crops, and all the major fast-food companies – McDonald’s, Burger King, Subway, Taco Bell, KFC, and Chipotle – are on board. All except for Wendy’s. Something that, unfortunately, remains true to this day.
With the goal of bringing Wendy’s to the table, a busload of farmworkers and community members left the warm comfort of Immokalee and traveled to chilly New York City to fast for farmworker justice. Among those on the bus was Rev. Miguel Estrada, the pastor at Peace River Presbytery's Mision Peniel in Immokalee and longtime supporter of CIW. The following is his reflection:
Like Nicodemus, looking for Jesus at night, I approached the experience of fasting for five days with the Coalition of Immokalee Workers in front of the offices of Nelson Peltz in Manhattan with more doubts than answers. I fasted with the intention of continuing the call to Wendy's to join the Fair Food Program, which among other things promotes the cessation of sexual abuse experienced by women in the agricultural fields.
Now, I can say that my secret visit to the Redeemer, like the visit of Nicodemus, has opened my eyes to the light; to the desire to move next to those who do not fear to be where justice shines in all its splendor. I wish to be with those who do not fear being in the light, with those who do not hide "because they know that their works have been done in God" (John 3.21).
My awakening to light, I describe it as follows:
I thought I knew ...
what it is to work hard, until I saw the people who do it in the fields.
what it is to be abused, until I witnessed the exploitation that befalls agricultural workers.
what it is to be poor, until I measured how little farmworkers receive for their hard work.
what it is to sacrifice for others, until I saw the commitment of a farmworker to their family and community.
what it is to suffer, until I knew the physical and emotional pain of agricultural workers.
what it is to endure hunger, until I sat down at the table with people returning from work in the fields.
what is to feel pain, until I heard the stories of resilience of the peasants.
So, I also thought I knew ...
what is fair, until I realized that through my lifestyle I am complicit by action and omission in a system that enslaves, abuses, exploits, and sacrifices many for the well-being of a few.
what it is to be happy, until I saw the smiling face of an agricultural worker after a long day's work.
what it is to enjoy the simple things in life, until I
heard the frank and spontaneous laughter of the children of the farmworkers.
what it is to be in solidarity, until the one who had little shared her bread with me when I was hungry.
what it is to have faith and hope, until I accompanied the farmworkers on the road in the fight for justice even in the face of opposition.
Lent is not over yet; the time of reflection continues. Surely, I will continue to find that there are many other things that I think I already know, but that in the light of my encounter with the Redeemer I will have to relearn.
- Rev. Miguel Estrada (Penned in front of the offices of Trian Partners, 280 Park Avenue in New York, NY)
We hope that Pastor Miguel’s reflection inspires you, as
it did us, to commit to the cause of farmworker justice. Today, 4 years after
this fast in NYC, CIW farmworkers continue in their search for
self-determination and continue to pressure Wendy’s to ensure protections
against sexual violence and forced labor by joining the FFP. You can stand with
these farmworkers by marching alongside them on April 2nd, in Palm Beach,
Florida. For more information, visit our website: https://ciw-online.org/.
A Lenten meditation provided by the Methodist Federation for Social Action:
2022 Lent Devotional: Week 3
By Emily Burns
“Rest in God alone, my soul, for my hope comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I will not be shaken. My salvation and glory depend on God, my strong rock. My refuge is in God. Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts before him. God is our refuge. God has spoken once; I have heard this twice: strength belongs to God.”
One of my favorite authors, Kate Bowler, describes Lent as a time when, “We ask God to show us the world as it is. We begin with the reality of our finitude rubbed on our foreheads on Ash Wednesday...then we walk through that reality in a kind of dress rehearsal. It’s the downward slope of God-the Great Descent, where the whole church walks toward the cross. A time when we all get a minute to tell the truth: Life is so beautiful and life is so hard. For everyone.”
Lent is a season of grief to acknowledge Christ’s sacrifice and the reality of our suffering. We live within the sacred tension that “life is so beautiful and life is so hard.” We know Easter is on its way, but we sit with the brokenness of the world as we wait. We cannot ignore it. We sit with the grief of more than 800,000 deaths from COVID-19 in the United States and more than 5 million worldwide. We cannot look away from the reality that even before the pandemic, 1 in 4 households experienced a major form of economic hardship and that number rises to 1 in 2 for Black and Latinx households. Many of us have felt the toll that this pandemic has had on our mental health. We are experiencing more anxiety and depression than before the pandemic but struggle to access adequate mental health care. The list goes on and on. COVID-19 has exposed the gaps in society’s systems, and those who have been the most deeply affected have been the most disadvantaged.
We sit here with the reality that the world is not as it should be. People are hungry, grieving, scared, and sick. As the “end” of the pandemic is declared to be nearing, some of us may wonder why we do not feel relief. We have all been going through a collective stressor. As we are finally coming to the point where we can breathe, the reality that is our changed world and all that we have experienced feels like it is crashing down upon us. Many of us are grieving the loss of loved ones while others may be feeling the exhaustion of being both a parent and teacher to children. Some have lost their jobs and others are managing the effects of Long Covid. Whatever your experience has been, life feels unbearably hard for many of us and it can be hard to hope.
This Lent, I will look for God to meet me in those places of despair, helplessness, grief, sorrow... I will “find my rest in God alone and remember that my hope comes from them.” I may not get the easy solutions and answers I want, but I receive God’s presence within the unresolved. That presence gives me the strength to continue to seek justice and work toward systems that care for the most vulnerable. Rachel Held Evans writes that “sometimes we are closer to the truth in our vulnerabilities than in our safe certainties.” This Lent, may you encounter God in your vulnerabilities, in your grief, and in your sorrow. May “the strength [that] belongs to God,” sustain you as you seek justice and make change.
You make our collective work possible by your witness for justice every day in your church, community, and Annual Conference. MFSA does not receive any financial support from the United Methodist Church's giving channels. 100% of our budget is funded through your membership dues and your generosity in giving.
The following comes from the Catholic Near East Welfare Association Lenten Reflections and quotes Pope Francis:
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Get one can of yellow wax beans and drain it into a large soup pot. Save those beans for later.
Add a can of chopped mushrooms, or use fresh ones in liquid or broth. Don't drain them and put those in your soup pot.
Add about two quarts of water and bring it to a light boil. Some folks add salt. (I don't.)
Add two diced carrots, a couple of cloves of diced garlic or a good bit of garlic power, and one stick of celery if you like that (I don't).
Let that boil maybe ten minutes.
Dice and add two potatoes. (I like to use red potatoes, and I use three or four if they're small.)
Cook everything together until the potatoes are almost tender.
Some folks put a bit of fennel in a pestle, grind that up, heat it just a bit and add that. (I like that.)
Add those beans and parsley flakes or dill weed---not much unless you really like that.
Let it simmer.
Melt some margarine in a skillet, add some flour, and make a paste.
Take the skillet from your burner and add in some of the hot soup, not more than one cup. Stir it in carefully. Watch out for lumps---those are not your friends.
Remove the soup from the heat and add what you have in the skillet.
Did I mention that you need to not have lumps in the skillet?
That should be it. Now, I like a thick soup on a cold day, but if this is too thick for you then just add some water.
From The Resistance Prays:
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Beat together the yolks of 3 eggs, 4 cups of grated potatoes (drain them first!), six tablespoons of grated onions, three tablespoon of bread crumbs (you can also use flour), just a dash of cayenne pepper, some salt and pepper to taste.
Mix it up, take a look, and add more bread crumbs or flour if you need to. I like to use the Italian bread crumbs.
Now, beat the whites of the three eggs in a separate bowl until stiff and fold that into the mix.
Things may get messy now.
Heat about one-half of an inch of oil in a skillet. Drop in the mix with a spoon before it gets too hot. When the edges of the pancake are getting brown, flip it over. This takes a little practice. Be patient with yourself.
I like this with apple sauce, some folks like it with sour cream, and some people make a tomato dip (machanka) to have with this.
Here's how you make the dip:
Fry two or three tablespoons of oil and four or so tablespoons of flour slowly, b7ut stay there and stir it. Don't let it burn or get lumpy. Add pone cup of tomato juice or one cup of drained tomatoes. Keep stirring---lumps are your enemy You want this thick. Add salt and pepper to taste. You can chop up some onion and use that as a garnish.
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