Saturday, July 16, 2016

I see you sitting alone in an empty chair


Sometimes a poem comes as a reminder, a wake up call from Spirit. It is so easy to forget, so easy not to see what is in front of us: the incredible mystery and wonder of Your being, and our being together. To sit in silence, open to Your presence, is what reconnects us to this knowing.  It is also important to recall our history, the story of how we came to this place where we can be fully present to Your Presence, the gift of this moment. I hope this poem helps us to recollect ourselves.

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I see you sitting alone in an empty chair,
In the furthest corner of the room, a figure in the shadows
Unnoticed or ignored by most in this place of worship.

We sit in silence, unaware of your presence in our midst,
Forgetting you are the reason we are here,
How you laid the foundation, showed the way to build and grow
A community rooted in perfect love,
How many suffered unbelievably
so they could hear you teach directly
And be guided by you alone.
How you led us to this place so humbly
We imagine we found it ourselves,
This place where we sit, seeking the peace that only you provide.

Inside me is an empty chair, where all too often you have been ignored,
As I went about my business, not yours, seeking to do my will, not yours,
forgetting who and whose I am.

Like a bull in a china shop, I sometimes broke the hearts of those you love,
Breaking the mirror through which I see so dimly.
I grieve at all the loss and hurt I’ve caused by my neglect, my foolish ways,

And yet you never blame, you sit and watch with eyes so full of love
I have to turn away, my eyes welling with tears,

Grateful for the merest glimpse of your unimaginable face.



Wednesday, July 13, 2016

"A Child of Two Worlds: A reflection by a Kenyan Friend who has been transformed by FWCC" by Hulda Bithia Muaka


It has been six months since the FWCC World Plenary conference in Peru, with the theme “Living the Transformation.” I have shared this message with my Palo Alto Meeting, College Park Quarterly Meeting and Pacific yearly Meeting and with friends and family. I have also been in coordination with the other two Pacific   YM representatives Anthony Manousos and Jan Tunner, as well as others who went as “open delegates,” Sharon Shen of Berkeley and Janet Leslie of Chico. At Quarterly and Pacific Yearly presentations Jim Anderson’s guitar playing skills moved us with songs from our world gathering. I am grateful to all.
 Transformation finds us where we do not expect. It happens when we are still. It mostly has a past, present and future.
The fruits of the spirit are love, joy peace, patience, gentleness, goodness, faith. (Galatians 5:22). These are experienced during transformation.
To be transformed one must go through the process of change.
One speaker at the Peru gathering likened spiritual transformation to a heart transplant. When transformed, we are given the heart of Jesus and so have the ability to live a Christ-like life.
A speaker from Kenya told us a story which indicated that silence played a role in saving lives.
Sometime last year a Muslim extremist group Al Shabab killed 140 Christian students from a university in Northern Kenya. The dead included students from Quaker families. This took place after they had separated the students by asking them which religion they belonged to.  They later shot the Christians. Later in the year, the same group stopped a bus full of passengers. During this bus incident, the attackers asked the Muslims to identify themselves and they refused. One passenger said, “Shoot us all or none at all.” The rest were silent. No one was killed
How powerful silence can be! How uniting it can be! and how transforming it can be!
The Peru trip was the second world conference I attended and at both I saw the issue of worshiping in song and worship in silence as a challenge to the participants on either side.
The programmed Quakers learned that there are other Quakers who worship silently. They get a chance to witness and practice and realize, “Aha! We keep talking to God but do not listen to God talking to us and hence we need to be still and listen to God talking to us.” Vice versa, the unprogrammed Friends enjoyed the music but some referred to songs as “noise.” As someone raised among programmed Friends who now worships with unprogrammed Friends,  I tell you what you call “noise” is real worship through song. Just listen to the words and you will realize that they are powerful.
World conferences are venues where we are stretched. We are broken open. We learn to appreciate each other, we learn to be patient, we learn to love each other unconditionally. It is a truly transforming experience for those that are ready to go an extra mile. We need to talk to each other, we need to listen to each other, we need to work together with each other. We are all branches of the same tree, the Religious Society of Friends. Like the colors of the rainbow, we are different but together we can shine and illuminate the world.
The care for our Mother Earth came up again in this world gathering of Quakers and action was called for to sustain our earth. We have to work together to save the earth. Since Quaker gatherings involve travelling which takes a toll on our environment, it was proposed  we meet after a longer period of time. We therefore will need to be in touch with each other in other ways so FWCC Travelling Ministry Corp will train ministers to reach out to Friends around the world. Those called to the travelling ministry can visit FWCC website for detailed. Applications are being accepted and the deadline will be September 30.
The experience of sharing with Friends in Peru widened my network of Friends. My spiritual pool is refreshed and nourished. Having been born and brought up as an Evangelical Quaker and having been introduced to unprogrammed meeting in my long stay in the United States, I feel truly blessed that I can relate to both cultures and practices. I feel like a child of two worlds. 
Looking at my life eight years ago when I was faced with life challenges I am so thankful that I now feel at peace.  I experience and try to offer unconditional love and try to really “live the transformation.” I am very grateful to the Palo Alto Meeting that has seen me through my tough times, to the Pacific yearly Meeting for sending me to the World conferences  and to the Quaker community at large.

 Be blessed to bless.

Monday, July 11, 2016

God's Sharing Economy: How to End Homelessness, a Biblical and Practical Perspective

 This is a talk that Jill and I gave at the Pasadena Presbyterian Church, which has an evening service
Charla Bolton with Jill and me
every Sunday night at 7 pm for homeless people and members of the congregation. Around twenty-five people take part in this simple but deeply moving service, with takes place in an intimate setting, with a fire place, couches, and cafe tables. There are hymns, communion and a common meal. We feel Christ's presence in this place and are grateful to the Church and to Sharla Bolton, a deeply compassionate Christian who is one of the organizers of this precious gathering. This evening we also celebrated her birthday. Happy birthday, Charla!

Here's what we shared:


JILL: Tonight we are going to share with you some good news. It is God's intention to end homelessness, and this is actually happening in some parts in the United States. We're going to share with you how ending poverty is one of the goals of the Gospel, and how we each have the privilege in God’s kingdom playground, to do our part in sync with God’s intention.
Thursday, August 27, 2015, Governor Malloy announced that the State of Connecticut has been designated by the federal government as being the first state in the nation to have ended chronic homelessness among veterans.[i] Utah is close to being the second.
In late 2013, the city of Phoenix announced it had found homes for all of its chronically homeless veterans using the Housing First approach. Since then, New Orleans, Houston, and Philadelphia, are among the 19 cities have ended homelessness for veterans. Some cities are now setting goals for ending other populations of homelessness, i.e. for families.
Here in Pasadena we are getting closer to ending homelessness. Only a few years ago we had 1,216 unhoused in Pasadena, today only 530 people were counted as being homeless.
For many of us, it can often seem too overwhelming to stop and give every homeless man or woman a dollar, let alone a home.  Although study after study has shown that it costs states and cities more money to leave homeless people on the street than it does to give them a place to stay. There is one unhoused person whom they call million dollar Murry. With all the police calls, hospital visits, detox center visits and more, he was costing society a million dollars a year. It is actually much cheaper and more effective to house those without a home. National Best practice and evidenced based research now shows us that once housed, then real healing can begins to take place.[ii]
So how can we help this healing process and end homelessness here in Pasadena? Margaret McAustin, Pasadena’s District 2 City Council representative, understands how the Housing First approach ends homelessness and that permanent supportive housing is part of how this model works. When given the opportunity to supply this kind of housing in her district, she told her constituents that she had decided this would be in her district. She had the kind of determination, and the generous and cheerful giving attitude that the Apostle Paul asks us to have in 2 Cor. 8-9.
        In these passages it declares that there is enough. There is enough land, enough housing and enough of what we need… if we share. My favorite theologian Ched Myers says this:(1)
      1.The world as created by God is abundant, with enough for everyone— provided that human communities restrain their appetites and live within limits;
2.            Disparities in wealth are not “natural” but the result of human sin, and must be mitigated within the community of faith through the regular practice of wealth redistribution;
3.          The prophetic message calls people to the practice of such redistribution, and is thus characterized as “good news” to the poor.[iii]   

In 2 Cor. 8-9 the Apostle Paul lays out for us the purpose of money and how to use it. To make one of his points he quotes from the ancient Hebrew text in Exodus 16.  He refers to the manna miracle in the wilderness, saying, 

“Those who gathered a lot had nothing left over,
             and those who gathered only a little had enough.”

First, every family is told to gather just enough bread for their needs (Ex 16:1618). Too often we are over housed, with more space than we need. When I was director if the STARS program at Lake Ave Church, I was driving with some of the low income STARS kids through a Pasadena neighborhood with huge mansion-like homes. One student said, “There must be a lot of people who live in these homes!” and I countered, “probably not, perhaps just an older couple.”  That is when one of the students said, “Oh, they must be so lonely!”
This idea of enough is in contrast to the oppression of Israel in Egypt as slaves.  Here in the desert, everyone has enough.  In God’s economy there is such a thing as “too much” and “too little”— in contrast with modern capitalism’s infinite tolerance for wealth and poverty.  
Second, this manna should not be “stored up” (Ex 16:19-20).  Wealth and power in Egypt was defined by surplus accumulation—after all, Israel’s forced labor consisted of building “store-cities” gathered from the  tribute of Pharaoh’s subjects (Ex 1:11).  Israel is challenged by God to keep wealth circulating through strategies of redistribution, not concentrating it through strategies of accumulation.  
The third instruction introduces Sabbath discipline (Ex 16:22-30).  “Six days you shall gather; but on the seventh, which is a Sabbath, there will be none” (Ex 16:5,26).  The prescribed periodic rest for the land and from human labor—expanded the 49th year, the Jubilee or Sabbath year—functions to disrupt human attempts to control nature and maximize the forces of production.  Because the earth belongs to God and its fruits and land are a gift, the people should justly distribute those fruits, instead of seeking to own and hoard them.  [iv]
So what did Margaret McAustin have to give? She had city owned land in her district she could offer. She had the authority to make the decision and she had compassion knowing what it takes to end homelessness.   
God challenged Moses to consider what he had to deliver his people. He had a staff. Even though he was reluctant, he had a voice, but likely stuttered, yet he was willing to do God’s will.  
God is challenging us today. What do we have? Many people have extra rooms or back houses they share on Airbnb or other vacation rental sites to help make ends meet. They are open to welcoming the stranger. This also provides some sorely needed income for some to be able to stay in Pasadena. Some share their cars, giving of their time to provide a lift for folks. But if there are too many folks sharing their homes and cars for profit without any limits, it can tend to push up rental costs, tighten the number of available units for rent, foster greed and hurt the taxi companies.
God prescribes limits to wealth. If we take too much manna it will rot. Those who don’t get their homer full of manna need to ask others to share what they have. Not to sit and feel sorry for ourselves, but actively seek meet our needs. Often the hardest thing or me to do is know what I need and ask for it, with love and grace.
What do we have to share in Pasadena to end homelessness? Seventy percent of Pasadena is single family homes, many with space in our back yards where we could build a granny flat and offer it up like in the book of Acts, sharing our homes with those who have none. Our housing director is offering to help folks build these back houses in exchange for renting them to a Section 8 voucher holder.  We have had the joy of sharing a small back house with a formerly homeless friend for over three years.
What else do we have? Like Margaret McAustin, and like Moses and Paul, we too have a voice and authority as citizens to ask to city to use the city-owned land for housing for permanent supportive housing for the homeless. HUD has the money for this kind of housing. But this cannot be accessed without land to build it on. We need a commitment from all the city council members to set aside a portion of land in each district. In Pennsylvania they require a set aside of land for affordable housing. We could actually end homelessness here in Pasadena if we follow this example. We have land and we have our stories. Some of us here today are homeless. Your stories could be the very stories that open the hearts of our leaders. But they must be told.
Let’s look a bit closer at our passage for this evening. Just before Paul quotes from Exodus about sharing manna in vs. 14 he provides the purpose of such sharing,

Right now you have plenty and can help those who are in need. Later, they will have plenty and can share with you when you need it. In this way, things will be equal. 2 Cor. 8:14

Equality is a key goal 2 Cor. 8-9. It’s not God’s intention that we have an unequal society. These chapters tell is that there is enough if we share, and it tells us how to share, with joy.  Freedom to enjoy giving without fear of property values or what neighbors may think. The joy of following hard after God, with open arms.
            When I married Anthony five years ago, I also married into his abundance of friends. I have asked him to share the amazing story of how helped to get one homeless couple housed.


Why does it take seven years, two activists, two churches, a mayor's intervention and a miracle to house one disabled homeless Christian woman and her boyfriend?


ANTHONY: I would like to share with you a story of a homeless couple who gave me far more than I gave them.  I first met them at a little Methodist church in Torrance that was pastored by my wife Kathleen Ross. Melissa and Shaun came to our Bible studies and to our  homeless feeding program. Melissa was a cheerful, blue-eyed blonde young woman who always smiled, and her boyfriend Shaun had a great sense of humor. They were living on the street and we would help them out by paying for a motel room on Saturday nights so they could come to church feeling clean and rested

I really like them both because they were fun to be around and had a deep faith in Christ. This faith was remarkable because they had to face many tough challenges. Melissa was born with a genetic illness called neurofibromatosis, a degenerative disease of the nerves that was causing her to lose her sight and mobility. She was wobbly when we first met her, and soon needed a wheelchair, like her father.  At that point, she started receiving SSI, but the $900 per month she received wasn’t enough to pay for food and lodging so she and Shaun would panhandle and seek help from churches like ours. They often ended up sleeping on the street.

Because we wanted our Sunday school kid to hear first-hand what it’s like to be homeless, we invited Melissa and Shaun to speak to them. I’ll never forget their profound reflection on the story of Job. They told us Job had a home and a family and good health, but he lost everything and became homeless. His friends came to him while he was living on the street and asked, “What have you done wrong?” Melissa and Shaun could relate to this story because since they became Christians, they didn’t do alcohol or drugs. They were kind and shared with other homeless people what little they had. Yet many people treated them as if they had done something wrong by being homeless. Indeed, many cities like Torrance have laws that criminalize homeless behavior, like sleeping on the street or in a car, or panhandling.

Kathleen and I did what we could to help Melissa and Shaun, but our relationship with them changed when Kathleen contracted cancer. After twenty wonderful years of marriage, Kathleen and I went on a cancer journey together that took up all our time and energy. Initially the doctors were hopeful, and so were we, but the cancer was persistent and Kathleen decided to have a stem cell transplant. She had a reaction so severe she ended up on a feeding tube in ICU.  Melissa was so upset she called and left twenty two messages on my answering machine. During the two weeks Kathleen was in ICU, she was conscious for only a couple of hours. My last words to her were about Melissa and Shaun. Kathleen died a week later.

Melissa and Shaun were heart-broken by Kathleen’s death, and I visited them soon afterwards. We grieved and cried together and I realized that we had become family. Because Melissa’s biological family had rejected her, she started calling me her “Father in Christ.”

I vowed to do everything possible to get my daughter in Christ housed, and thought it would be easy since I had received a generous check from my wife’s life insurance. Even though I offered to pay a deposit, and to subsidize her rent, no landlord would rent to her because her SSI check was less than the rent in Torrance. Her only hope was to get on the waiting list for Section 8.  

Once they got on the Section 8 waiting list, it took five years to get vouchers. We were overjoyed when she finally got them, but she had only two months to find a place. We mobilized people from two churches to help her but it proved impossible to find an accessible apartment that would accept a Section 8 voucher.  

Jeehye Kim
By this time I was blessed with a new wife, Jill, who cares deeply about homeless people and leads workshops on housing justice. Two years ago she led a workshop on housing justice for a Korean congregation and the pastor’s wife Jeehye was profoundly inspired by Jill’s message that sometimes God calls us to speak truth to power when injustices occur. Melissa’s Section 8 voucher was about to expire and she would have to wait many more years for another opportunity to get another voucher, so after much soul-searching Jeehye decided to call the Mayor of Torrance and ask him to meet with her and Melissa.

Jeehye was accompanied with Roy Currence, an elder in the Methodist church, as well as Melissa. They also brought a petition, signed by over 100 church members, calling for the Section 8 voucher to be extended.  The Mayor was a very kind man who liked Melissa and was impressed by the petition. 

“I’d like to help,” he said, “but Section 8 is a federal program and I don’t have any power to influence them.” 

Roy responded calmly, “Mr Mayor, you do have power. The power of your office. You can go down to the office of Section 8 and tell them what you want.” 

The Mayor agreed and went to the Section 8 office and found a sympathetic official willing to extend Melissa’s Voucher indefinitely. This almost never happens. We felt this was a miracle, the answer to our prayers.

It took a lot of prayer and work to get Melissa housed. In fact, it took another five months to find an accessible apartment that would accept her voucher. We realized that policies need to change to make it possible for homeless people like Melissa to become housed.

At Christmas, we invited the Mayor to a Christmas party at the Methodist Church so we could give him a certificate of appreciation and also talk to him about housing policy. He met with us in the sanctuary for nearly an hour, and he told us that he had decided to start a special task force to address homelessness in the city of Torrance. We were very pleased.

During this seven-year effort to get Melissa and Shaun housed, we learned a lot. If we truly want to end homelessness, people with homes need to work together with homeless people, just as Paul says in his letter to Corinthians. Melissa and Shaun not only received help, they also gave back by sharing their stories and experiences and worked hard every day to find an apartment, despite their lack of transportation. This is what God’s sharing economy is all about. Those who had cars and time shared with Melissa and Shawn. Those who have much share with those who have little so that in the end here is equality. In 2 Cor. Paul challenges us to not only our material possessions but also our hearts. Our goal as Christians is to create a community in which everyone is treated not like strangers, or problems to be addressed, but like family to be loved. This transformation begins in our hearts, and then in our church, and then in our communities, through laws and policies that are consistent with God’s laws and help us to be what God intends for us to be, compassionate human beings.

Jill will speak more about how we can change policies so that low-income and homeless people can have a better chance to be housed.  


What we can do to help end homelessness in Pasadena:

Jill: When John Wesley had his revivals, the purpose of his alter calls was both for making a new commitment to follow Christ, and to sign petitions. People would walk up to the alter to offer their signatures. Wesley was on the forefront of community transformation at all levels of society. Tonight I am asking you to consider a commitment to one of three things that will go a long way in ending homelessness in our community.

1.     Be part of a team to find those willing to share land in their backyards to build granny flats in exchange for Section 8.
2.     Be part of team that would ask the city to set aside land for permanent supportive housing for the homeless
3.     Many advocates believe a Housing Commission is necessary to move the agenda forward for more affordable housing. To come this Thursday to a friendly debate about the pros and cons of having a housing Commission for the City of Pasadena, 630-8:30 at the Housing Office above Vons on the corner of Orange Grove and N. Fair Oaks. 




Friday, July 8, 2016

Teaching for Justice: Reflection by Carolfrances Likin

I was very impressed today by a reflection given at ICUJP's Friday Forum by my dear friend Carolfrances Likin. She is passionate about social justice and shared with us her career as a teacher in predominantly African American schools in Los Angeles. Sadly, she reports that her passion for justice was not shared by principals who mostly cared about making sure their students did well on exams. "Teaching for exams" has become the bane of education in America---if "education" is the right word for indoctrinating kids to believe that what matters in life are test scores, not critical thinking or creativity. 
     Next week a teacher named Jehengir will be speaking at ICUJP about "A Social Justice Curriculum in the Public Schools: What Are the Possibilities?" It is about the obstacles that teachers face in teaching social justice and how we can overcome them." Jenengir has taught for 35 years and is an active member of the teachers' union. Having taught at the Mennonite Peace and Justice Academy (which is now sadly defunct),  I am eager to hear what he will share about projects such as "Schools L.A. Students Deserve Grassroots Coalition," where he works with teachers to organize with parents around issues of social justice. If you'd like to hear him speak, see icujp.org and come at 7 am to Immanuel Presbyterian Church, 3300 Wilshire (near the corner of Wilshire and Vermont). You'll be warmly welcomed!

Here is Carolfrances' story:

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OK, here goes, summing up two and a half decades of teaching in five minutes.
       First, people always want to know why I chose to teach in Compton and Watts [predominantly African American areas of Los Angeles]. The short answer is that I volunteered full-time with the United Farm Workers, and after a year trying to organize conservative [mostly white and middle class] Torrance, I was sent to organize for a couple weeks in Compton - and loved it.
       Compton was actually the first community I ever fell in love with. I loved subbing (substitute teaching) for those two and a half years there, only switching to Watts, an LAUSD neighborhood, because I couldn’t make it on Compton’s pay.
      I actually loved subbing. I could develop justice-based curricula and, especially in Compton, get a lot of support from the people around me. I also loved a lot of my full-time teaching, if I had a good principal.
         Then came Open Court program. Everything in reading and writing was to be taught following its script and was to be tested in excruciating weeks of tests.
Gone was the greatest program that LAUSD teachers ever came up with, the culturally rich American English Mainstream Program, or AEMP, which used Langston Hughes and other African American and Latino writers to cultivate an appreciation for one’s own home language and culture and those of others.
          So AEMP was gone. If something wasn’t on the test, it wasn’t to be taught, and appreciating cultures, understanding the sacrifices that people made for you, learning their lessons about unity – these were not on the tests.
         Then beginning one year, they handed us the new mandated time schedule: Open Court reading and writing was to be taught all morning, math and English as a Second Language in the afternoon. Gone was not only AEMP but art, social studies, science, health, and physical education. As one Open Court instructor asked us teachers in her workshop, “If they can’t read, why would you waste time teaching social studies and science?”
        I wasn’t surprised to learn from Democracy Now! that the family that owns the company which published OC has held a friendship with the Bush family that goes back several generations.
         They eased in the program by first training teachers in kindergarten through third grade; we fourth and fifth grade teachers were on our own for a few years. But it was then, back before we were formally initiated into the program, that I learned the hard way what it was about.
         I used to have my students write about what they would give to others if they had the power. We’d make books with one or two pages from each student and they’d each have one to give someone for Christmas. One year when we came back from the holidays, I asked them what they felt about their class; a few hands shot up. The first girl I called on said, “We’re the worst class in the school.” I told them that my eighty-year-old neighbor read their book and told me that it broke her heart to think of how people talked badly about my students, because their essays showed what loving, sensitive, beautiful people they were. I asked them if they wanted to learn how to write essays proving her point. They did.
      So I taught them the fifth-grade skill of persuasive writing, making a statement about their class and backing it up with a quotation from their book. I had made thirty-two extra copies, and when the principal walked in they were all engrossed in the assignment. I was never happier to have a principal walk in than that moment when, for the first time all year, there was pin-drop silence.
        She called me into her office to reprimand me for doing that lesson instead of following Open Court.
         Starting with her, my last two principals worked toward getting me fired, for it seems that principals got some sort of kudos for getting rid of teachers, preferably the older ones who were less likely to go like sheep with the program. There was that principal, who wrote me up every chance she could, and there was the one who followed. He told me, when he started at our school, that his predecessor had left a pile of complaints about me “that thick,” of which he said, “I never read them.” But he was always on my case.
    One day he made the rounds of the classrooms giving us each a grade according to Bloom’s Taxonomy, an excellent measure of the depth of thinking the teacher is expecting of her students. According to Bloom, a “Level 1” question asks for simple knowledge (“What color was Mary’s dress), whereas a “Level 7” question expects creativity (“From what you read about the Mary, what would you think she would do if this were to happen?”)
      The principal looked at the third-grade papers on my board with the printed assignment posted next to them, the culminating task of the reading unit, which was the one lesson that did not come from the OC script. He gave my work a “Level 1”– simple knowledge.
      “How could that be a Level 1,” I asked him, “when they were asked to pick characters from two different stories and write a letter from one to the other showing what they each cared about?” He kept trying to defend himself and finally told me to go across the hall and look at the fine lesson on Ms. Washington’s board.
      That was his mistake. I told him that I knew what was on Ms. Washington’s board because it came off of my computer, because we had collaborated on it – as we had been directed to do – and her lesson was identical to mine.
       By the end of that year, the team of retired teachers that the district sends out to observe and coach “failing teachers” told me, “It’s clear to us that you’ve been targeted and it doesn’t seem like it’s going to get better; have you thought of taking early retirement?” I hadn’t but I started thinking of it right then – and I did just that.
     The district gave me papers saying that if promised to never seek employment in LAUSD again, they would drop the “unsatisfactory” from my records. That wasn’t OK with me. I might want to sub in the district and besides, I wasn’t about to let them get away with this. I went to our union, which arranged to have me meet a team of union members, to whom I brought copies of some of my lessons I had developed over the years as well as these and other stories. The lead teacher of the group summed it up with, “Not only is your work on a high enough level for your fifth-grade classes, it would be high enough for seventh grade.” Another teacher asked me if she could use my lessons in her classroom, and of course I was delighted to say yes.
      They got the district to rescind everything.
     I was talking with someone recently who said he didn’t like the unions because a teacher his son once had was incompetent and the principal couldn’t just simply fire her. I shared with him my story; teachers like me would be pushed out of teaching on the whim of a principal if it were not for our unions.
Four years after I retired, UTLA led a boycott of non-state-mandated tests, including the Open Court ones. Then they played a big role in finally forcing the district to dump the whole OC program.
      So I am looking forward to the report from a current teacher next week to see how things have changed since I retired. I hope you are too.

Thursday, June 30, 2016

What is Ramadan teaching me? A letter to God...

God, I want to address this blog directly to You so that You (and those reading this) will know how
thankful I am that You have led me to observe the Ramadan fast fifteen years ago, in the aftermath of 9/11. I remember how terrifying it was to see the images of the Twin Towers falling, over and over again, like a recurrent nightmare. The unholy destruction of that day, and America's violent response to it, filled me with anxiety and dread. As I saw American flags proliferate, and our President calling for us to fight "evil doers" everywhere in the word, my fears increased, and for good reason. Our misguided President and his ill advisers were leading us into what Gore Vidal called "perpetual war for perpetual peace." By November, 2011,  1,200 Muslims had been rounded up, which wasn't as bad as what happened to the Japanese after Pearl Harbor, but I knew enough American history to fear witch hunting spirit that lurks in the American psyche and what it could lead to. I also premonitions of war and destruction spreading throughout the Middle East and coming home to roost.
        That's when I was led to fast, and to reach out to my Muslim neighbors. As I came to know the Muslim community, my fears began to lessen. The Muslims I met were good people, kind and gracious and grateful that I, as a Christian, was reaching out to them in friendship. They invited me into their homes so that I could know them and their religion better. I read the Qu'ran through their eyes, and saw that Islam was at heart a religion of peace and justice. You showed me I had "nothing to fear but fear itself." My mantra became "Perfect love drives out fear" (1 John 4:18).
      As I began to know and better understand the Muslim community, I also was led to the interfaith peace movement, and my life was enriched beyond measure. Today I have friends who are Muslims, Jews, Sikhs, Buddhists, Bahais, etc. all of us deeply committed to peace and justice. We are truly what Martin Luther King so beautifully described as the "beloved community."
      That's why I am so grateful to you, Eternal One, for leading me to fast during the month of Ramadan. Not eating or drinking during the day is a sacrifice, but not as great as non-Muslims imagine. It essentially boils down to giving up lunch and snacks. During an iftar I was invited to a few years ago, I joked to my Muslim hosts: "God is so gracious. I give up lunch, and God gives me a feast with wonderful friends."
      What I have learned, Eternal God, is that you ask us to make small sacrifices and give us endless blessings in return.  Truly You are "most gracious and most compassionate." But what about this year's fast? What am I learning, and what are You teaching me?

1) My dear Evangelical wife Jill was a little skeptical about my observing Ramadan when we were married five years ago. It didn't make sense to her why I, as a Christian, would fast during a Muslim holiday. But as she grew to understand my commitment to honor God and the teachings of Jesus through this practice, she came to understand and appreciate what I am called to do. She has also seen that I become a little more kind and patient during Ramadan, even though my energy level is lower than usual. Even though I am fasting, I make lunch and dinner for her and any guests we have at our home. I remind her (and myself) that Ramadan is kareem (generous).
           The Prophet Mohammad liked to say that the "best believer is the one who is kindest to his (or her) spouse." I heard this saying from a Palestinian couple who hosted me when I was visiting a refugee camp near Bethlehem, and it was clear from their happiness that they had taken this teaching to heart. Being kind to my dear wife (and to others) becomes my first priority during Ramadan (and I hope, during the rest of the year).
      Thank you, Loving God, for helping me to become a more compassionate person and a better Christian through this ancient practice of fasting.

2) I feel closer to You, Loving God,when I fast. When I get up at five o'clock, it is still dark but I repeat my favorite morning prayer: "Open my lips, O Lord, and my mouth shall proclaim Your praise...." (Psalm 51) This is a prayer that I recite every morning, but it seems more heart-felt when I recite it before dawn. I feel as if You are in the room with me, a palpable Presence in the darkness. Even though I am groggy, I recall the Muslim saying that "it is better to pray than to sleep." As I get up, I remember to be grateful that I am able to stand up and to walk, and to do my morning chores. I make breakfast--oatmeal with fruit--mindfully, aware of Your presence, and read the Quran as I eat, grateful for its inspiration.  I also drink a lot of liquids since I tend to get very dehydrated during the long, hot summer days. Then I go to my room and pray Muslim-style, with a prayer rug given to me by dear Sufi friends in New Mexico.  Just thinking of them, and of the sweet times when I took Quaker groups to pray with these friends, brings a smile to my face. I bow towards Mecca and say the fatiha (the opening prayer of the Quran) at least three times, and I also recite the Lord's prayer. Passages of Scripture come to mind that have become more meaningful and gut-felt during my time of fasting:

"As a deer pants for water, so pants my soul for you... My meat and drink is to do the will of the one who sent me....Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice..."

Then I sit on a zafu (a Zen cushion) and meditate in silence as the sun rises. Opening myself to You in the silence, as the birds sing out joyfully to herald the dawn, is a precious time. At around 6 pm I go back to sleep  till around 8 pm. This is how I begin and set my intention for the day-- to be fully present and obedient to You, source of life and of my very being. With this intention comes calm and clarity, a sense of peace.

3) Each year I have doubts, and each year  You send signs, showing that You intend for me to fast. Just before Ramadan began, I questioned whether it was still necessary for me to fast and felt an inward resistance. Then came the news of Orlando, and Donald Trump's response to it, and I realize how important it was for me to affirm my solidarity with the Muslim community. Because of my involvement with ICUJP and the Quakers, I had the honor to speak at an interfaith gathering at the Islamic Center of Southern California.
        My biggest challenge was fasting while attending the annual gathering of Quakers at Walker Creek Ranch in Marin County. Typically I spend the week camping out in a tent and attend meals in the dining hall at set times. In the past, I have not fasted during this time because it is simply too difficult. But this year I brought food for breakfast (granola and sardines) and decided to fast from sunrise until 5:30 pm (when dinner was served).
        It gets pretty cold at night in Marin (around 50 degrees), especially for a Southern Californian. When I woke to make breakfast, I could see my breath. Shivering, I wrapped myself in a blanket, like a bedouin. My breakfast consisted of a can of sardines (for protein) and  granola and dried milk into which I poured hot water. Then I would unroll my prayer rug and pray. It was a lonely, but fulfilling experience.
        On the first day of open worship, I shared with 300+ Quakers attending this gathering that I was fasting and praying during Ramadan for the sake of peace. A Friend named Bill from Texas whom I didn't know asked if he could join me. He told me that 20 years ago he had fasted during Ramadan. I told him I would be delighted if he joined me, and showed him where my tent was located. Two days later Bill appeared at my tent while I was boiling water for breakfast. In the predawn light I saw his shadowy but friendly presence as an angel, sent by You, to remind me that I am not alone.
          I made him breakfast (remembering how Abraham prepared a meal for the angels who visited his tent), and invited him to sit in silence and pray with me. This time of prayer was a very precious, and  I felt especially close to You, my Eternal Friend.
          I also felt especially close to You when Jill was asked to preach at the Pasadena Presbyterian Church. Every Sunday night there is a special service that brings together homeless folk with members of the church. After Jill shared a message about her passion to end homelessness, there was a communion service which began just as sun set--the very time I was supposed to break my fast! As I dipped my bread into some grape juice, I felt more deeply connected than every to You, dear Christ, and to my brothers and sisters who broke bread with me. Jesus, I know you and your Father were smiling as tears of gratitude welled up in my eyes.
   
           Ramadan is not over. Tomorrow is Laylat al-Qadr (Arabicلیلة القدر‎‎), the "night of power" when Muslims believe the Qu'ran was revealed to the Prophet Mohammad. While pious Muslims will spend all or most of the night praying, we plan to go to a performance by Garrison Keillor at the Hollywood Bowl. For my birthday, Jill bought tickets for me as well as two extra tickets for friends. I'm sure we will have a delightful time, and perhaps catch a glimpse of You in the smiling faces of our dear friends. On Saturday night Jill and I plan to do an Interfaith Interdependence Day walk in Echo Park, sponsored by the Episcopalian Church, where I hope to connect with my spiritual director Dennis, who has been a great blessing and whom I love dearly.
              During these final days of Ramadan I'm sure that You will continue to reveal more of Yourself in ways I cannot imagine. Precious Lord, I can only say, Thank you for taking my hand and leading me on to the light! I love you with all my heart and soul and strength. Continue to be Guide and Teacher and best Friend.  I am grateful beyond words for all you have given me, and I vow to do my best to give back to others so that You will be honored and glorified. Praise and glory and thanks be to You, my Creator and Sustainer, the One who unites us in Joy and Peace.


       
       

       

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

The Justice Hustle: A New Blog Worth Checking Out

I am delighted and excited about introducing a new blogger into the blogosphere: my friend Hannah Petrie, a UU minister with a passion for social justice. I highly recommend her new blog: Justice Hustle.  She has done a lot of impressive work building bridges with the Muslim community and with the low-income areas of Pasadena where Jill and I live.

She and my wife are currently working together around the issue of affordable housing. I'm thrilled that these two women are partnering to make a difference. Stay tuned to see how this partnership bears fruit!



The Unsexy but Righteous Issue of Affordable Housing

Advocating for the issue of affordable housing is hard, hard, hard. There is all the grunt work of advocacy (advocate meetings, lobbying of city council members, writing letters, going door to door to organize stake-holders) without the excitement of marches and rallies (which is actually just fine with me – I prefer the steady hustle of behind-the-scenes activism). It’s also hard because there are a lot of arcane things one needs to grasp, for example, about  land use and zoning and all the conditions needed to empower an affordable housing project to proceed. When it comes to affordable housing justice, the devil truly is in the details.
          There are times, of course, when getting a crowd in City Council chambers is necessary, and the two women in Pasadena who get people to show up the past two decades and running are Michelle White of Affordable Housing Services (Michelle is an affordable housing real estate developer) and Jill Shook, author of Making Housing Happen. Their commitment is unmatched, inspiring, and educational to all who feel called to work on this issue. Currently they have attracted an attorney who works for Kaiser and is studying the conditions for optimal health (he has found the dearth of affordable housing to be a significant impediment), seminary students from Fuller, people of faith, pastors such as myself, and formerly homeless women who found their way to affordable housing and are giving back.
                I worked with Jill and Michelle a lot about eight years ago when the activist group was known as PAHG (Pasadena Affordable Housing Group) and now I’m getting back in the game with G-PAHG (GreaterPasadena Affordable…). Back then I tackled the issue of granny flats, one piece of the affordable housing puzzle, where affordable housing is created by homeowners able to construct a second unit on their property for affordable rents. Sadly, the city officials didn’t find the political momentum to remove the prohibitive restrictions (your lot must be at least 15,000 square feet!), and G-PAHG is still working on it.
              Since I have “been there, done that” with granny flats, I’ve joined a sub-committee that could have a lot more “bang for the buck” as far as creating the most affordable housing units per project moving forward. Affordable housing is so unsexy there isn’t even a catchy phrase for what I’m trying to describe, but here’s an attempt: Land development for affordable housing. Too bad I can’t throw a bikini on that.
     Land is damned expensive, so one of the most important preconditions for an affordable housing project is to use land the city already owns. Every district in Pasadena has city-owned land that could potentially be developed in this manner (the beautiful new housing you see across from the Von’s on Fair Oaks, near Orange Grove, is one such project). Problem is? City Councilors say, “not in my district!”
         But there is plenty of research showing that mixing low-income dwellings in higher-income neighborhoods have all kinds of good outcomes, especially for the children who grow up there; they are more likely to enter the middle class. Another important point to note is that if we care about keeping Pasadena diverse, then creating more affordable housing is a must. Already, the African American population has been cut in half in Pasadena since the 90’s, because they are priced out.
                  So I am setting up meetings with all the Pasadena City Council members to ask them to look at the land available in their districts, and present solid talking points about the win/win aspects of moving these affordable housing projects forward (among other pieces of the G-PAHG agenda). Thankfully, there is one City Council member who has already seen the light, Margaret McAustin, and the affordable housing project in her district is nearing completion. Setting her courageous precedent will work in our favor.
            I’m also excited to participate in a friendly debate about why the city of Pasadena should have a separate Housing Commission, rather than the matter of housing be relegated to discussion only four times a year in the Planning Commission (which amounts to members being educated but no action taking place). Michelle, Jill, and myself make up the pro-side of the panel. This will take place Thursday evening, July 14th, and I’ll blog more about the details soon.
            That’s enough for now – I’ll make affordable housing sexy, by golly! You’ll see. Until next time, Do the Hustle!
– Rev. At-Large aka Rev. Hannah Hustlin’ Hope Petrie!

Monday, June 27, 2016

Hate Group in Texas Threatens to Kill Muslims – Following an Example Recommended by Donald Trump

This article came to via Sherrel Johnson, a friend and colleague from the Council on American Islamic Relations. 

One of the details in this story--the white extremists dipping their bullets in pig's blood in order to intimidate Muslims--is right out of the Trump playbook, as this article from Time magazine points out:
Speaking in South Carolina ahead of the primary, Trump told his crowd that Pershing, who led U.S. troops during World War I, was a “rough guy,”according to Mother Jones. He then said that during the Moro rebellion in the Philippines (1899-1913, and Pershing served as governor of the Moro Province between 1909 and 1913), Pershing “caught 50 terrorists who did tremendous damage … and he took the 50 terrorists and he took 50 men and dipped 50 bullets in pig’s blood. You heard about that? He took 50 bullets and dipped them in pig’s blood. And he has his men load up their rifles and he lined up the 50 people and they shot 49 of those people. And the 50th person, he said, you go back to your people and you tell them what happened.”
This story is a fabrication, but the facts are almost as disgusting.  To humiliate Muslims, American troops in the Philipines did pour pig's blood on the graves of Muslim killed in battle and Pershing brought a pig's head to a negotiation session with Muslim insurgents.  I is also worth nothing that these insurgents were defending their country against an invasion by a foreign power intent on domination. Therefore, they should be called not "terrorists" but "freedom fighters." I don't know what these Americans should be called other than a "hate group" of the ugliest sort.

Dr. Craig Considine

Hate Group in Texas Threatens to Kill Muslims – And Nobody Asks Where the Group Was Radicalized

Where were they radicalized?

That’s the question we should be asking.

An extremist group of white, presumably Christian men in Texas are training against a non-existent Islamic “uprising” by dipping their bullets in pig’s blood and bacon grease to target Muslims. The fact that consumption of pork is forbidden in Islam is well-known.

The extremist group, based in Irving, refers to itself as “Bureau of American Islamic Relations” (BAIR), an obvious mockery of the Council of American Islamic Relations (CAIR), which carries out crucial work to safeguard the constitutional rights of Muslims in the United States.

Members of BAIR think that lining bullets with pig blood would ensure that their Muslim victims would “go straight to hell”, according to a video released by AJ+. One BAIR member in the video stated, “A lot of us here are using either pig’s blood or bacon grease on our bullets, packing it in the middle so that when you shoot a Muslim, they go straight to hell”. Another member insisted, “Don’t f*ck with white people.”

David Wright, spokesperson for BAIR, said he was “going to start doing something about Muslims… now”. That’s code word for “I’m going to threaten Muslims with violence”.

Clearly, members of BAIR are misinformed and uninformed. One member told AJ+, “the next step in jihad does not involve random, sporadic attacks… They start killing people”.

Actually, no. That’s not true.

I teach the course “Muslims in American Society” at Rice University in Houston, not too far from Irving, where BAIR is based. Our class, composed of Muslims and non-Muslims, takes a careful look at the various dimensions of jihad. The students, I should add, get alone perfectly fine despite coming from largely Christian and Muslim backgrounds.

Jihad has many meanings. It’s often misinterpreted to mean “holy war”, obvious in the case of BAIR, but jihad really means “to struggle” or “to strive”. A jihad might be waking up when your alarm goes off in the morning. A jihad might be putting up with an annoying relative on a holiday.

A jihad might be turning the other cheek when blatantly Islamophobic groups like BAIR openly call for the murder of Muslims.

It’s true there is an offensive or “violent” form of jihad, but it’s for purposes of self-defense.  The Quran, the Islamic holy book, calls on Muslims to “jihad” against the use of violence. The Quran (5:32) states, “if anyone slew a person unless it be for murder or for spreading mischief in the land it would be as if he slew the whole of humanity: and if anyone saved a life it would be as if he saved the life of the whole of humanity”. In another Quranic passage (2:190), Muslims are told, “fight in the case of God those who start fighting you, but do not transgress limits (or start the attack); for God loveth not transgressors”.

Members of BAIR live in a fantasy world where Muslims pose the greatest threat to “civilization”. Nothing could be further from the truth. Since 9/11, white right-wing terrorists have killed almost twice as many Americans in homegrown attacks than “radical Islamists” have, according to research by the New America Foundation.

      BAIR’s perception is not reality. The data, as Loon Watch points out, simply does not support their irrational view that Muslims pose a threat to the United States. On the FBI’s official website, there exists a chronological list of all terrorist attacks committed on American soil from the year 1980 all the way to 2005. According to this data, there were more Jewish acts of terrorism within the United States than Islamic (7% vs 6%).

      To put it simply, the threat of Muslim American terrorism is grossly exaggerated.

      Funny, too, that members of BAIR consider themselves Christians. Remind me about the passage of the Bible where Jesus asks people to put pig blood on bullets to kill non-Christians. That’s apparently what BAIR members think. That killing people ensures a seat next to Jesus in heaven.
Let me wrap this up by flipping things around. Imagine if CAIR called on Muslims to kill Christians. Imagine the uproar. Imagine the media coverage, the hysteria. Politicians in Washington, DC and elsewhere would head to the press to pose the question, “where were they [CAIR members] radicalized?”.

     Why aren’t we asking the same question about BAIR?

     This is what we call “double standards”.



Sherrel A. Johnson
Community Relations Manager
Assistant to Director
Council on American-Islamic Relations
Greater-Los Angeles Area Chapter
2180 W. Crescent Ave., Suite F.
Anaheim, CA 92801
O: 714-776-1847
F: 714-399-4587