Showing posts with label America. Show all posts
Showing posts with label America. Show all posts

Friday, May 23, 2025

"WHAT DOES THE LORD REQUIRE OF YOU BUT TO DO JUSTICE?"

 Every morning I begin the day with a look at my phone--the New York Times, the Guardian and Substack.  Some of my Substack favorites are about nature, poems, watercolors, attention to the minute like a salamander or frog that lives happily on someone's front porch or daisies in a meadow (like mine).  

But I also get stuck in the news:  the wanton destruction of Ukraine and Gaza, the cruelty of cutting food for the hungry, medical research for the chronically ill, educational budgets for our school children, Medicaid for the deserving poor . . . the list is long.  When I think it can't get worse, it does.  Like the $4 million jet from Qatar or the attempt to exclude international students from Harvard.  (full disclosure:  My grandson is an international student at St. Andrews, Scotland.)  Or maybe the worst, some movie-inspired parade of military might on Trump's birthday. We've all seen those in old black and white Nazi propaganda clips. 

Many are saying that America isn't immune from cruelty, recalling Indigenous genocide (full disclosure again:  we just visited the Taos Pueblo, what remains of the sovereign nation of the Tiwa of New Mexico); the cruelty of slave holders; the internment of Americans of Japanese descent during the second World War.   Three groups that looked different from the whites with the guns or whips and power.  But it does seem simplistic to conclude that this administration loves cruelty for its own sake, as sadists do.  After all, what our president seems to love more than anything is gold and wealth, for himself and his friends.  Think of the golden escalator at Trump Tower (more disclosure:  we've ridden that thing) leading inexorably to the glorified new Air Force One from Qatar (no doubt embedded with golden listening devices).  

No, as analysts are noting, the demonization of immigrants, gay adults, trans youth, women who need abortions, Medicaid recipients, international students who might support Palestine, protesters, grant recipients, NPR and PBS (I loved Downton Abbey!), scientists, the judiciary, is not for its own sake but rather the playbook for fascism, dictatorship and white supremacy.  We live in a hard time.  

As a Christian, many wonder, what can we expect from our churches? In a different time, Martin Luther King Jr said, "The church must be reminded once again that it is not to be the master or the servant of the state, but rather the conscience of the state." Surely this is true.  There is no conscience in this administration and its supporters.  No empathy.  No kindness.  To speak up is a duty; to waffle or remain silent, a sin. 

After the new Pope Leo XIV (Chicago native) appeared on the balcony of St. Peter's in Rome, a writer for the New York Times (David French, an evangelical from the rural South) noted:  Trump is no longer the most important American in the world.  We have an American of malice and an American of love and compassion.  French said, "Christianity is an ancient faith, one that has endured through rulers and regimes far more ignorant and brutal than anything we've ever confronted in the United States."

I find hope in this, that our faith will help us endure--not passively but in active protest--and that long after Trump is gone from public life, Pope Leo will be preaching the Gospel that has sustained us for over 2,000 years.  

We have two visions and only one is sustainable.  The Bible says in Micah 6-8, "He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your god?" 

There will be protests all over America on June 14, easy to find under No Kings, Mass Protest, June 14, 2025.  I signed up for our local one.  It is something we can do, a showing of conscience.  For what is required of us but to do justice.  

                   In peace, Nina Naomi

 












Sunday, January 29, 2023

JANUARY 29, THE YEAR IN REVIEW

I went to church today.  There in the shadow of our stained-glass Christ window and before the altar and font, there was no escape:  there's been too much horror lately.  We Americans are awash in blood and gore.  On New Year's Day 5 people were injured in a drive-by shooting at a Subway in my hometown of Durham, NC and I didn't even notice.  We've become inured to all but the sickest and most violent crimes. 

Wikipedia lists 92 shot dead already in the most ordinary places in America:  at a Circle K, in neighborhoods, at a dance studio, in homes, at apartment complexes, on the sidewalk, in cars, on farms, outside restaurants, in malls . . . .  For those not directly touched, it feels like just a matter of time.

Somehow, we went a month without a school shooting.  That must have been last month.  Who can keep track?   How many weeks has it been since the University of Idaho stabbings by a criminology graduate student?  These 4 deaths will be a TV movie one of these days, like the features about Michael Peterson who ran for mayor of our town and then pushed his wife down their staircase and killed her.  The murder scene is not 10 minutes from my home.  After 8 years in prison, he was set free by a local judge on a technicality. 

On top of shootings, there's police violence.  Today we prayed for the community and family of Tyre Nichols of Memphis, his death by fist and boot of the police.  Five against one.  Like George Floyd, he died crying for his Mama.  The officers were more animal than human.  I think of the coyotes in our woods killing their prey at night.  The video shows blood-thirsty men. 

I am embarrassed to have no solutions at all.  With nothing to offer, should I even be writing?  We are all appalled, all sickened.  We run for cover, physically and emotionally.  

I began this post thinking about how quickly January has passed.  January is to the year like morning is to the day.  It's the month we pull back the covers, stretch, look forward and rise and shine.  I thought about how we love the short days and long nights.  How even as we tuck in, January is more shivery than sluggish. It's a what-do-I-want-the-year-to-be kind of month.  But I quickly thought how banal it would be to rhapsodize over winter.  Snow, twinkling stars, even Christ himself--nothing will bring these lives back.  Wrongful death is an evil, resurrection a distant comfort. 

What can we do?  Perhaps it's cathartic just to face the evil of the day.  Perhaps that is a prerequisite to change.  Perhaps there is some value to truth-telling.  We know that God works through us.  We know that only in God are all things possible.  We know that we each have gifts to give at every level, in every home and community to make the world a better place.  Let us continue to think and pray about this.  So many are capable.  Let us pray that we make our country safter for us all, that we become more humane, more caring, that help comes from every source, every mountain, every valley.  That we bring wisdom to what is killing us.  Let us act.  Yes God, please.  AMEN