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Earlier this morning, I had a lot of fun talking with a group of about 100 or so parishioners at Holy Faith Catholic Church about “Scripture as Story.” For the folks who were there, I mentioned that I would make sure that I made it easy to find a link to my short general overview to our approach at studying Scripture at the GCW. If you want to read that short overview which includes a little bit about the power of story and a concise list of things to consider as you study Scripture, click here.

Additionally, I had to leave out one section of the talk this morning in the interest of time. I’ve pasted below a version of that section in case you’re interested. Thanks!

A Clash of Stories

Walter Brueggemann, a favorite Scripture scholar of mine, wrote: “The contemporary American church is so largely enculturated to the American ethos of consumerism that it has little power to believe or act… Our consciousness has been claimed by false fields of perception and idolatrous systems of language and rhetoric…”

In essence, this is Brueggemann’s fancy way of saying that for the great majority of folks in our churches, we have in fact (perhaps unwittingly) chosen to worship other gods than God, and to build our lives around other stories than the stories of our Scripture. Call those gods what you will: status, money, success, political ideologies, and so on. And those gods are mediated to us by their own priests, whether it be the folks who weave stories for us from Madison Avenue, or Wall Street, or from the media, or from political parties… They understand how to tell us stories which capture our allegiance, and we end up giving our worship to these false gods and organizing our lives based on what they have told us is important, essential, necessary to our fulfillment and happiness.

The one false religion Brueggemann names in particular, “consumerism,” is rampant in our culture. Brueggemann goes on to call consumerism “an ethos that depreciates memory” (meaning it cultivates in its adherents ignorance and disregard for the past), and that it “ridicules hope” (meaning that it encourages a lack of care or consideration of the future). What it tells us is that all that matters is now, and me, and what’s mine.

Brueggemann goes on to say that “the church will not have the power to act or believe until it recovers its stories…”

What he asserts is that we have lost our stories, and with it, we have lost our memory of what truly matters, of who we truly are, and what our purpose is here on this earth. And until we re-remember those stories, until we start to let them get inside us and work on us and recapture our allegiance to the real God, we will remain defenseless against the snares and lures of the false idols prevalent in our culture. We will remain prone and vulnerable to the manipulation of stories which purport to offer us happiness or fulfillment when what they really offer is our enslavement.

Our scriptural stories offer us a different Word than the dominant stories of the culture in which we live. Our scriptures serve as a counter, reminding us who we are and who God is and what our relationship is to each other and God. More often than not, they go against what passes for conventional wisdom; indeed they are often critical of conventional wisdom.

Like our ancestors in the early church, our scriptures invite us to be “different” — the Bible uses a word that is often translated as “peculiar” — in the world. Soren Kierkegaard, the great 18th century Christian philosopher once wrote: “There was a time when one could almost be afraid to call himself a disciple of Christ, because it meant so much. Now one can do it with complete ease, because it means nothing at all.” Even 200 years ago, Kierkegaard was recognizing that people who follow Christ had ceased to look different in the world, that they looked, talked and led their lives just like everyone else–that they were no longer witnesses to a different reality but rather accommodated to the culture in which they found themselves.

But our ancestors have been motivated and transformed by the stories in Scripture all throughout history–from those in the early church who lived out their faith despite persecution to St. Francis and his wandering band of itinerant monastics; from members of the Confessing Church in Germany during WWII who resisted the will of Hitler and the laws of the Nazis to the leaders of the civil rights movement here in America who understood themselves as people with dignity bestowed on them by God. These folks, and many others, mined the stories of Scripture to empower them to be the people who God created them to be, no matter the risks, and to witness to that reality which Jesus called the kingdom of God–a kingdom not fully here but breaking in wherever people chose to live it into reality through their words, actions and choices…

Like every parent, godparent, auntie, uncle, and baby-loving adult, we are marveling at how time has flown! Wasn’t she just born?

Baby Moraa with Kendera and Rose

Introduced to her extended family?

John, Moraa, Riley, Grace, and Johnny

Spending her days being held and cuddled by everyone under the roof? She is irresistible I tell you…

At 2 months with Patrick and Catherine (who are expecting a baby of their own!)

At five months with Ms. Maggie

At 8 months with Mr. Mohamed

With Fr. Roy Bourgeois

It seems like yesterday she was content to sit up in her high chair and play.

At one, with Riley

And now, she’s one of the big kids!

Moraa, Riley, Solomon

We are so grateful for Moraa. Her little sweet life has brought us so much joy. And we are doubly grateful because she and her mama, Kendera, will be moving back to the house soon! Kendera says that living at the Green House “ruined” her, that she really likes this life.  And, oh, how we need her warm, calm, loving presence here – and all the gifts she brings (in addition to Moraa). A lot to celebrate!

“Like any other map, mine had both a center and an edge. At the center stood the Church, where good women baked communion bread, ironed altar linens, and polished silver that had been in the church family for generations. Parents presented their cildren for baptism, and those children grew up with dozens of church aunts and uncles who knew them by name. The Christian education committee recruited Sunday school teachers, the youth group leaders planned pizza parties at the bowling alley, and the choir rehearsed from 6:30 to 8:00 in the parish house on Thursday nights. At the center, some people never picked up a prayer book on Sunday morning becaus they knew the communion service by heart, and even those who had to look said the Nicenne Creed all the way through without leaving any parts of it out. These people at the center kept the map from blowing away.

As it turned out the edge of the map was not all that far from the center. It was not as if I or anyone else had to take a mule train for three weeks to find ourselves in the wildrerness. All we had to do was step outside the Church and walk to where the lights from the sanctuary did not pierce the darkness anymore. All we had to do was lay down the books we could no longer read and listen to the howling that our favoriite hymns so often covered up. There were no slate roofs or signs to the restroom out there, no printed programs or friendly ushers. There was just the unscripted encounter with the undomesticated God whose name was unpronounceable — that and a bunch of flimsy tents lit up by lanterns inside, pitched by those who were either seeking such an encounter or huddling in their sleeping bags while they recovered from one. These people at the edge kept the map from becoming redundant.

According to the Bible, both the center and edge are essential to the spiritual landscape, although they are as different from one another as they can be. The wilderness of Sinai provided the people of Israel with an experience of God that was distinct from their experience in the Temple in Jerusalem. The Judean desert showed Jesus a side of God’s Holy Spirit that was not apparent while magi knelt before his manger in Bethlehem. There is life in both places because the same God is in both places, but they are so different from one another that it is often difficult for people to be one place without wanting to be the other place or to agree that both places really belong on the same map. Much that is certain at the center is up for grabs in the wilderness, while much that is real in the wilderness turns out to be far too feral for the center.”

- Barbara Brown Taylor, in Leaving Church: A Memoir of Faith

our corner - 2nd and 2nd

Listen and look:  Wendell Berry reading his The Peace of Wild Things . . .  just beautiful.  And there are more where that came from.

Listening to one of my favorite podcasts, Speaking of Faith, while taking a long walk yesterday morning, I was struck again by how coherent the voices are if we have the ears for them. Ellen Davis, professor of “Bible and Practical Theology at Duke University, talks about the theological underpinnings of caring for the land. She recalls the repetition of the phrase “God saw that it was good” as creation unfolded and said it could be translated as “God saw how beautiful it was.” Embedded in the interview are recordings of Wendell Berry reading his poetry in that slow, careful manner poetry must be read. The poet’s voice, and the word arrangement on the page,  are created things – things that taketheir time and must be taken in slowly to actually receive them. Davis remarks that Wendell Berry has said himself that “poetry cannot be read in distraction” and that whatever slows us down must be valued “and maybe is a gift and even a calling from God.”

Don’t all wise people say something like this? That we must be present to the place we are in order to remember the place we hold in the order of things?

To read the rest of this post on Kelli’s blog, click here.

So the final numbers for 2009-10:

  • 2550 breakfasts served at the labor pools through the Breakfast Brigade;
  • 2,983 folks joined us for a meal at Dorothy’s Cafe
  • 29 different people stayed with us 185 nights over the past year

And we shared a cup of coffee and some snacks with hundreds of people on Tuesdays and Thursdays this past semester at the new coffee house project. We don’t keep track of how many blankets we give out, or clothes, how many extra meals folks join us for outside of the Brigade and Cafe, nor how many folks just stop by for mail, or to make a phone call, or just chat and rest a bit.

I do the “numbers” at the end of every year. I know some of you might not understand my fascination with statistics. I’ve tried to explain that honestly it comes from my baseball background and how much I love to check the box scores every morning during the season–seeing who hit home runs, how many batters a certain pitcher struck out, who is leading the league in RBIs, etc. This is all true. But there’s another reason too.

Numbers matter to me because sometimes I get lost in the day-to-day of what we do, in all the faces passing by, in all the stories of all the different people who are dealing with struggles in their lives. So many of the folks who leave the house, you just don’t know what or if you’ve done anything for them that really matters. It all feels so much like a drop in the proverbial bucket, and you wonder if it adds up to making any difference at all.

I know that numbers never tell the whole story. They can’t tell you how Kim sat and listened and shared her life with that one guest that stayed 17 nights with us. Or the stories of suffering and surviving that so many homeless women have shared with each other and our volunteers at the Thursday “Ladies Only” coffee house. Or all the laughter I used to hear upstairs from those same women as they regaled Kelli or Diedre or Leah with their stories. Numbers can’t tell you how hard it is to share a home with people who are addicted but desperately want to get off drugs and how they keep falling down and then rising back up again. The numbers don’t communicate Lawrence making bread at 3:20am on Friday mornings and all the guys at the labor pools wanting so bad to work that day, who week after week say “thank you” and smile as they take a slice of homemade bread and hardboiled eggs. There’s so much that numbers don’t even hint at.

Jen and Arthur (and Leah in the back!) after Dorothy's Cafe

Jen and Arthur (and Leah in the back!) after Dorothy's Cafe

But for me, at this time of year, just a few hours after our last Dorothy’s Cafe until we restart in August, it gives me some sense of accomplishment to see that nearly 3000 people shared lunch with us every week, or that we thanked 2500 workers with bread and eggs on Friday mornings throughout the year. Tired as I am after mopping those floors and doing all those dishes today, it lifts me up to see that this year we gave 29 different people a place to sleep when they had nowhere else to go. The numbers aren’t overwhelming; I know there are years where we’ve done more if you go strictly by the numbers. But still, seeing it all down, seeing the year’s work measured out for me–it means something.

Each day may have only been a drop in the bucket. But when the year is over, and I get to add it all up, I think maybe we’ve come close to filling that bucket.

~ John

Volunteer egg-devilers - May 26

Thanks so much for all the great help and good company we had for preparing our recent cafe meals! It really does “take a village” to transform the quantity and diversity of raw ingredients we have into a meal. Well done!

We’ll have one more go this week – serving up veggie pockets, deviled eggs, refrigerator pickles, and icy melon balls. We could use your help again putting it all together (between 9 and 12) as well as serving and cleaning up (12-3). Our ovens will be occupied, but if anyone would like to donate homemade cookies in celebration of this last cafe till August, I know folks would love it.

We’ll be busy this summer making plans for the next “year,” taking care of the garden, and hopefully making time for some house upkeep and travel to see family. Hope your summer is both productive and refreshing as well!

summer freedom - running wild in the garden

Hope to see you!

Kelli and John

parking lot sunflower

For details on the schedule at the house this week, please click here.

We’ve got to be creative in making good use of the incoming produce, as well as the pantry staples we  need to use up before summer (when they magically grow bugs). And we could use some extra help in transforming it all into something delicious for Dorothy’s Cafe on Wednesday. If you are interested in helping slice cucumbers, devil eggs, chop nuts, and/or peel oranges, please stop by Wednesday morning anytime between 9 and 12. Please let us know if you are coming if possible. We could really use the extra help this week as some of our stalwarts are not in town.  In addition, there’s always set-up at 11, serving between 12 and 3, and ongoing clean-up till 4.

If you can’t help, stop by and eat with us. We will be serving refrigerator pickles, deviled eggs (diverted from the breakfast brigade), orange “ambrosia” salad, Egyptian rice salad, and fresh bread – a light, cool lunch for another hot, humid day.

Hope to see you!

Kelli and John

parking lot garden - zinnias and sunflowers

For details about this week’s schedule, click here.

As out of steam as we seem to be – and a bit short on volunteers – we don’t have the heart to stop the cafe with all these veggies rolling in.  Our garden and everyone else’s is in full swing and we are overloaded with good stuff to transform into lunch on Wednesday.

This Wednesday we’re making deviled eggs, fresh refrigerator pickles, and veggie pockets. Come on by if you can help (call or email to let us know).

  • 11:00 – noon: set-up
  • noon-3: serve
  • 3-4: clean-up

Hope to see you!

Dear friends,

For a complete list of what is going on this week at the GCW, click here.

WINDING DOWN: As most of you know, we typically take a 6 week break from the middle of June to the first week of August each summer. We started winding down our various projects last week and we’ll continue that process through to the beginning of June. Last Friday was the last Breakfast Brigade until the fall, and this week we’ll host our last Tuesday and Thursday coffeehouses for the 2009-10 year too. We’ll continue to do Dorothy’s Cafe on Wednesdays for a few more weeks, so if you’re looking for volunteer opportunities, Wednesday is where the need will be.

We’re winding down a little earlier this year because we started a process of evaluation and discernment back in January that is leading us to make some changes and plot new courses for the GCW house and community for the 2010-11 year. (Being in a college town, we operate on the school year calendar.) To plan for these changes and begin the preparation for them, we’re going to give ourselves a little extra time and get started on some of the necessary planning in June, rather than wait until July and August. We’re getting recharged and excited about the work after 6 years in this house, and over 10 years of doing most of our projects, and we think you’ll be excited and energized by some of what we’ve got planned for next year too. Keep an eye out here, on the FB page and in your inbox over the summer, and especially as August rolls around.

GCW NEEDS: By the end of each year, we always find ourselves having lost several items that make life in the house smoother and more livable. If you have any of the following items and would like to donate them to the house, please let us know:

  • Sturdy wooden desk with drawers, not too big
  • Set of dresser drawers
  • Cleaning supplies
  • Laundry detergent
  • New faucet and handles for our kitchen sink (and help installing it)
  • A couple sets of full sheets and pillowcases

Hope to see folks around the house this week!

In peace,

Kelli and John

For a complete list of things happening at the House, click here.

We’re keeping to our schedule in spite of the change in semesters. If you haven’t volunteered before or have held back thinking we have plenty of volunteers, this would be your chance! Please email or call and let us know when and how you can help so we can make sure to make the best use of you. Wednesdays Cafe and the Breakfast Brigade were particularly short last week.

We’re making “frittatas” and cole slaw for the cafe on Wednesday due to the abundance of potatoes and cabbage in particular as well as a number of other veggies that will embellish the frittatas. If you know how to make these and want to make a couple, let me know.  It’s short notice, I know…

Thanks for all the ways you support us and the house. Hope to see you this week!

Kelli and John

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