Easter Vigil Sermon 2021 St Patrick's Long Beach

Tonight when we move to the Table to celebrate the Eucharist, when all of the bread and wine on that Table have been consecrated, when I reach down and pick up that Easter host and break it in half I will say:  “Behold what we are” and you will respond “May we become what we receive.”  “Behold what we are” “May we become what we receive.”

These words can be traced all the way back to St. Augustine, who, sometime in the 4th and 5th centuries, preached a sermon on the Eucharist.   In this sermon, St Augustine says: “one of the deep truths of Christian faith: through our participation in the sacraments (particularly in baptism and Eucharist), we are transformed into the Body of Christ, given for the world.” In broken bread and wine outpoured, we glimpse Christ’s broken body on the cross and see the lengths to which God is willing to go for each and everyone of us – an intimate love beyond measure. “Behold what we are: May we become what we receive.”

So that’s great for liturgy.   John over there on the piano might wonder why we are not using one of the beautiful fraction anthems on this first Eucharist of Easter.  Others might prefer that we stick with “Alleluia Christ our Passover is sacrificed for us.  Therefore let us keep the feast Alleluia.”  Just for a minute though let’s stop and think

‘What does it mean to see what we are, and to become what we receive in our lives?”   What did St Augustine mean when he said we are transformed into the Body of Christ?  Are we meant to become a broken loaf of bread and some wine? The bread goes stale, and the wine sours if left out for too long, so that doesn't make much sense.   But then again, aren’t the bread and wine more for us than what we see?

As Episcopalians we often talk about the Real Presence of Christ in the Eucharist.  After consecration, we hold that the left over bread and wine are no longer just bread and wine.  We treat them as holy, set aside for particular reverence.  When we pour out the wine, we pour it into a basin that goes directly to the ground and does not mingle with other waste water.  Unused consecrated bread is held in a place set aside, so that it is easily recognized.  Or it is buried as we would bury a body that has died.  

I am quite certain that each one of us has a slightly different understanding of what the “Real presence of Christ” means, but honestly I don’t think that is the point.   The point is that every time we receive the Eucharist, we are transformed -- or at least we should be transformed – just a little more fully into the Image of God in which we were created, so that the divine love that made us and that flows through us can become more fully expressed in the world. 

Those words at the Fraction, “Behold what we see.  May we become what we receive” ask us to look deeper at what we see- this bread and wine, the offering of Jesus, the person of Jesus, this invitation to wholeness in Jesus, and become what we see through our incorporating that wholeness and love in the world around us.  At the core of this becoming is a relationship, - a relationship with Christ - so profound that we can’t live the same anymore because of it.

This act of sharing God’s Love starts with awareness.  Awareness of the Gifts we receive at this Table and the gratitude that we have for that gift of sustenance, resiliency, consolation, and hope.  And in our gratitude we are sent on our way into the world to live differently because of what we’ve received – whether in person or virtually through the prayer for spiritual Communion -, a reception that fundamentally changes us because we now see and know ourselves differently due to the action of Christ’s birth, life, death, and resurrection. The deepest mystery is how will we act - how we are to live because of what we see and receive? 

As Christians, I believe we are called to live differently in the world, which means how we make choices in life, matters.  The needs around us are incredibly high, isolation and loneliness are our constant companions for months now.   Incomes and housing are unequal, good jobs are difficult with or without a pandemic, security seems more uncertain than it did in the past. How do we support the wholeness of God's vision for the world?

I think, we start with what’s in-front of us. When we see poverty, racism, sexism, any phobia, or any boundary that keeps us apart from one another, we ask questions about why this still happens, and we stand with those who are disposed -- because in standing with them, we are acting to support the whole.  When we start to take our grand-kids fears seriously when they tell us that climate change is the thing which keeps them awake at night, because in listening to their fears we start to act on how to work for a better world for all. When we listen and learn how to have conversations differently about mental health, removing the stigma and shame, we act to opening the door to healing and wholeness. When we begin to recognize the inequity built into a society formed on the backs of people of color and to the benefit of those who are white then we can begin to heal the wounds. 

We start, slowly, to bring wholeness to our communities through building human relationships, Christ centered relationships because, you see, this is the key, Christ came, lived, loved, and died as one of us to make us whole again -- to bring us back to wholeness through a relationship with him.  Every one of us, both here and outside this church, deserve wholeness, it's a fundamental human right. And the practice of wholeness starts right here, at this altar, today. 

“Behold what we are: May we become what we receive”

How different our lives become when we believe that every little act of faithfulness, every gesture of love, every word of forgiveness, every gift for the good of someone else, every little bit of joy and peace will multiply and multiply as long as there are people to receive it. In the Eucharistic prayer the priest takes the bread, blesses the bread, breaks the bread, and gives the bread.  That is the promise of the Eucharist: that as we know ourselves to be taken, blessed, broken, and given, we will become bread for the world. And our lives will feed and bless those around us in more ways than we can ask or imagine. Amen

 

 

Black History Month and my knapsack of privilege: So what?

Sermon preached at St Patrick's, Long Beach; February 28, 2021

          About 10 years ago I attended a memorial service for a man who had founded a non-profit..  The man had begun a marketing firm while he was still in college and became a millionaire by the age of 29.  He was the picture of success.  He did everything right.  But one day he and his wife realized that their lives were falling apart.  They knew that something drastic had to happen or they would literally drown in their financial success.  So after careful consideration and prayer they sold everything they had, gave the money to charity, and headed off to a place in rural Georgia called Koinonia (Koi Noin ya).  It is a Greek word that refers to a shared fellowship – in particular a shared Christian fellowship. 

At Koinonia he came under the tutelage of a man by the name of Clarence Jordan.  Jordan had founded Koinonia on the principles of a life lived in community where work, worship, and worldly possessions are shared.  Jordan and his followers after him challenged the racial and economic injustice and sought a life lived in self-sacrifice – shunning the “good life” so to speak for a life dedicated to following the teachings of Jesus.  But Koinonia is perhaps best known – not for Clarence Jordan – but for the work of his student and friend whose life we celebrated.  (More info on Wikipedia)

His name was Millard Fuller and he spent most of his life finding ways to provide shelter for the most disenfranchised people.  They built modest houses on a no-profit, no-interest basis, making homes affordable to families with low incomes. Homeowner families were expected to invest their own labor into the building of their home and the houses of other families. This reduced the cost of the house, increased the pride of ownership and fostered the development of positive relationships. Money for building was placed into a revolving fund, enabling the building of even more homes.  In 1974 Habitat for Humanity International was founded and I suspect you know the rest of the story.

Tuck that story away in your heart for a minute and let’s look at this reading from Mark’s Gospel.  Mark is the earliest Gospel and one that was written to a community that was living under tremendous persecution from both Roman and Jewish authorities.  They would have understood suffering in a way that few of us do.  As these stories in Mark unfolded it became increasingly clear that the disciple’s idea of “messiah” was not what Jesus had in mind.  And so, today, Jesus tells them that in order for God’s Kingdom to come about it is inevitable that he will be rejected by his people, suffer great torture, be murdered.  Before Jesus could get to the part about the “third day” the disciples had stopped listening.  They were horrified -Peter most of all.  And so Peter pulls him aside and Mark says “rebukes him”  Jesus’ response is swift and sure.  He calls Peter Satan and tells him to get out of his way. 

As I read this, I kept going back to last week where Jesus was tempted by Satan in the wilderness and cared for by angels.    Satan, we are told in other Gospels, offered Jesus’ wealth, power, and might if he would deny his love for God.  Jesus’ rebukes Peter, because Peter is challenging his vocation – tempting him with doubt.  But Jesus knows that the hand-writing is on the wall.  He cannot, in good conscience, stop himself from teaching and preaching about helping the poor, visiting the sick, reaching out to the outcasts in society. 

Jesus knows that unless he speaks out they will have no advocate to stand with them in the face of Roman tyranny and religious persecution.  The peace and comfort of God’s Kingdom will not come about unless he takes a stand and yet if he takes a stand he will most assuredly be tortured and killed.   That’s the human side of the dilemma.     But Jesus also knows that somewhere somehow God will not allow hatred and malice to overcome the Love of God.  Jesus is absolutely committed to serve God by offering himself fully as servant and no amount of suffering will interfere. 

And then Jesus turns to the other disciples, to the gathered crowd, and yes to us and says that we too have a decision to make.  We too have a line to draw in the sand.  We too, if we desire to be disciples - followers of Jesus - will have to make a decision between the comforts of our human life and the discomfort of standing with those who are neglected, marginalized.  We too will have to make a decision whether to hide our light under a bushel or stick it out there in the wind for all to see knowing that someday – someone is likely to bite that finger off. 

February is Black History month.  This year I have heard more stories about the contributions of people of color to our world than at any other time.  And yet there is hanging over us all the reality of systemic racism, the travesty of white privilege, and the danger of terrorists who would destroy our country in order to promote white supremacy.   Truth be told we can say the same thing about homophobia or misogyny, or isolationism.   It seems to me that this Lent we are those disciples who are faced with the decision to discard the values that have supported us all of their lives and take up the responsibility to stand with and to support those who are marginalized, to honor and respect all of creation.  In the down and dirty – what do you say at the grocery store when someone makes a racist statement, or refuses service to someone who is gay, or passes over a candidate for promotion because she is a woman.  When faced with income, education, or housing disparity... do we turn away or do we speak up at the ballot box and on the street corner?  Do we – living here in Mississippi with a tragic history of slavery, racism, and oppression weighing us down like a ball and chain - speak out openly and clearly to reject the racist rhetoric or do we smile uncomfortably, say nothing, and play like the guy next door didn’t really mean the threats and name-calling.      

It is hard to hear these words of Jesus about carrying crosses, denying ourselves, giving up our life – hard to hear them and frightening to the core.  We are taught from birth that avoiding conflict, protecting our self-image, looking past the panhandler on the street, locking our doors, keeping order, these are the things that will make us safe, happy and content.  And the opposite – challenging the injustice of our culture, risking our safety to open the door to the stranger, sacrificing our own comfort and peace so that others may come in from the cold, these things are not what our society tells us will bring us happiness.    And yet those are exactly the things that Jesus says will bring us life.

This morning I am asking you to just consider what if – Jesus is exactly right and the way of the world is exactly wrong.   What if letting go of whatever it is that prevents you from listening to that still small voice in your heart that is calling you to answer Jesus’ call to discipleship is exactly the thing that will open you to a new life in Christ.  I don’t know what it is that Jesus has for you to do – but you know.  I don’t know who Jesus is calling you to love – but you do.  I don’t know who Jesus is asking you to talk to about God’s love – but you do.  I don’t know who needs you to pray with them – but you do.  You do because when you ask him, Jesus will show you the way.  When you pray God will answer with the assurance of love.

One of the things that I really miss in the contemporary liturgies are the “Comfortable words”...  “Hear the word of God to all who truly turn to him – Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for my yoke is easy and my burden is light and you will find rest for your souls”.  That is the enigma here.  That is the mystery of discipleship.  Taking on the cross brings rest for our souls.  Millard Fuller knew it.  And the world is a better place for his having lived.  The question for us this Lent is what cross do we need to take up in order to make the world a better place for us having lived?

The Lord is my Shepherd

 

The Psalm this week is Psalm 23.  The last time we heard this psalm was Easter 4, Good Shepherd Sunday.  It, like Isaiah 25, is often read at funerals because it offers comfort and reassurance to a people who are hurting and filled with anxiety and uncertainty. 

Often though when a text is familiar to the bone, I find that the message I hear in the text can change according to the situation in which I find myself.  Psalm 23 read on Good Shepherd Sunday might call up images of Jesus carrying a lamb on his shoulders.  I have one of those images on a small icon with the admonition from my bishop to “Feed my sheep”.   Psalm 23 read at a funeral might bring comfort as “the valley of the shadow of death” leaps to center stage.  And perhaps this coming Sunday, in the context of Jesus’ parable of the wedding banquet, I might look for reassurance in the table prepared in the presence of my enemies.

This week in your prayer time think back to that Sunday in May as we fasted from Eucharist and wondered when life would return to “normal”.  Perhaps you might go to the website and listen to Pastor Barb’s sermon to jog your memory.  Then take some time in prayer to see how Psalm 23 speaks to you today. 

There is a collect in the Order for Compline that invites us who are “wearied by the changes and chances of this life” to find rest in “God’s “eternal changelessness”.  Hurricanes, Covid, elections….  grief, exhaustion, fear, all of these are passing moments.  God’s love and compassion endures.  See you in church on Sunday.

Buen Camino,

Mother Jane

Labor Day Sermon

A Homily on Conflict.

Preached at St Patrick's Episcopal Church in Long Beach Mississippi

September 6, 2020

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Matthew 18:15-20

Jesus said, “If another member of the church sins against you, go and point out the fault when the two of you are alone. If the member listens to you, you have regained that one. But if you are not listened to, take one or two others along with you, so that every word may be confirmed by the evidence of two or three witnesses. If the member refuses to listen to them, tell it to the church; and if the offender refuses to listen even to the church, let such a one be to you as a Gentile and a tax collector. Truly I tell you, whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven. Again, truly I tell you, if two of you agree on earth about anything you ask, it will be done for you by my Father in heaven. For where two or three are gathered in my name, I am there among them.”

Sowing Seeds in this New Covid 19 World

A farmer set out to plant some seeds

As he was sowing he noticed birds so he went and bought some aluminum foil and a fake scarecrow to scare off the birds.  He hung it all up and resumed sowing

But he noticed some of the seeds were falling on rocky ground so he went for his wheelbarrow and shovel and spent a long time getting the rocks all stacked up and thinking about what he might do with them.  Then he went back to the sowing but soon he began to see thorny weeds coming up and he knew that the weeds would steal the nutrients in the soil from the seeds so he headed out to buy weed killer, but opted instead for pulling them.

By the time he found his gloves and pulled the weeds it had gotten dark so he went inside and went to bed.

The next morning he woke up and picked up his seed pouch and headed out to plant. Much to his surprise there was a large bird sitting on the scarecrow, the places that he thought he had cleared of rocks seemed to have more rocks than ever, and the weeds that he had pulled up were sprouting new shoots from the left over roots.  At first he thought he would cry then he threw back his head and began to laugh.  He grabbed his seed pouch and began flinging seeds everywhere.  And much to his surprise the more seeds he sowed the more he seemed to have.  That year the harvest was more bountiful than it had ever been before.  Now none of this made any sense to him but wonder of wonders – he had never been happier in his life.

Let him who can hear - hear.

Not the traditional telling of the parable.  From a sermon by Barbara Brown Taylor who teaches at Piedmont College in GA.  Barbara’s words struck such a chord with me that I decided to share some of them with you.  So giving credit where credit is due much of the basis for my words today was inspired by her sermon.

In her sermon on the parable of the sower, Taylor tells us when she hears this parable her immediate response is to do a mental inventory of what kind of soil she offers for God’s Word.  In her words she tries to figure out if she is good enough dirt.  Her immediate response is to hear the parable as being all about Barbara.  But then she says that if that is true then the parable should have been called “the Parable of the Dirt”  Of course that is not its name and so Taylor turns to the real center of the parable – the sower – God.  The focus is not on us and our attempts at perfection, but rather it is on the generosity of the sower who did not give a whit about the quality of the ground, but rather tossed the seeds of blessing, the seeds of salvation around for all comers – and there seemed to be no limit to the abundance of those blessings.  

It is hard not to make a parable allegorical – by adding an interpretation years later.  Each player is assigned a meaning that may or may not be part of the original intent of Jesus - the birds are the “evil one”, the weeds – the cares of the world, and so on.  That is what happens when we use that familiar understanding that Barbara Brown Taylor called the “Parable of the Dirt”.  Everything has to stand for something.  But the way we have begun to understand parables is that they really only carry one point and that point will probably have something to do with a very deep understanding of God,

W  of what God’s Kingdom is like,

W  of what it means for us to be so loved by God that there is no limit to the honor, blessings and the grace that God showers upon us – regardless of whether we are worthy of those blessings or not. 

W  We are invited to stop trying to make ourselves more acceptable to God by being the perfect receptacle for God’s love. 

W  We are invited to use our imaginations and to lead with our hearts instead of our logical minds and

W  to envision a different way of being in relationship with God and with each other – one that is upside down from what we see everyday. 

In many ways parables tease us with more questions than answers.  They are like a painting of a crystal clear lake in a mountain valley.  We see the landscape, but if we open ourselves to look deeply into the vision of the artist, we are also aware of the life and vitality of the place.  Parables are dynamic and offer us insight into our own time and place - they change the way we see and understand very familiar images.   Parables take our understanding of the world we live in - and turns that understanding on its head.   They tell us that our idea of the way things are is not the same as God’s idea of how the world works.  And they leave us with the choice of whether or not we want to live our lives in the world’s reality or in God’s reality. 

The Parable of the Sower is about how God acts in unexpected ways of generosity, faithfulness, and hope – not what the early Christians expected of life - and certainly not what we expect in our world today.  But isn’t this what Jesus is trying to tell us?  From the Parable of the Sower we learn that we can live our lives hoarding our gifts, our possessions, our love and compassion or we can share them – give them away with reckless abandon the way the sower does. 

This morning I want to suggest that the Parable of the Sower is EXACTLY what we here at St Patrick’s need to hear.  We are struggling to hold our parish together in the face of fear, anger, despair, selfishness, isolation, loss, helplessness, - on and on…  And it would be much easier to simply succumb to the temptation to blame or shame ourselves or others for the challenges that we face.  But to do so would be to make ourselves the dirt that determines where and how God’s seeds might grow – and that is just not what Jesus is offering us this morning.  

Jesus is inviting us to let go of our assumptions about the way things “should” be.  Inviting us to open ourselves up to the unexpected, the non-traditional – the unfamiliar.  to scatter our seeds widely and with glorious abandon just as God showers us with love - widely and with glorious abandon.

2020 has ripped the foundation of our church from us by isolating us and depriving us of the very Body and Blood of Christ on which our community is nurtured and sustained.  Our response can be to withdraw, to take our marbles and go home or to step out in faith and share the gifts that we have in the same way that the Sower shared the seeds of God’s love.  Share our gifts without judging the value or the potential of the opportunity we meet.  Share them with the assumption that the outcome is not left up to us alone, but is in fact the Word of God that does not return without having accomplished that for which it was sent.  Share them without worrying about running out.  That is one of the crucial pieces of faith – that we give the job of replenishing our strength up to God.  We cannot be the Source – God is.

If we are to be Jesus’ disciples then we must turn our focus to the scattering of the seeds of God’s Kingdom using whatever means we have and giving thanks to God for providing the love we share.

I pray that as we live into this new way of being church, that we will put aside our assumptions and come God’s Tables together.  I pray that God will lead us into a new place of ministry and mission.  I pray that the ministry

W  begun with energy and purpose on the beach and

W  sustained by the faithfulness of the people at St Patrick’s,

W  then bolstered by the hope of a fledgling Lighthouse

will continue to flourish and give hope to those who worry that they will be forgotten.  But we can only do that by putting aside our fears and our judgments and picking up our pouch of seeds to scatter those Kingdom seeds widely and with reckless abandon.  Amen

What are you after this Easter?

Mathew tell us that when the women arrived at the tomb the earth shook and the stone rolled away - the very bowels of the earth shook when God acted.  It rings true that everything we know is disrupted by God’s intervention – and rightly so, but more likely than not we are more closely aligned with the soldiers - whose fear of the unknown power of God to transform our very lives - turns them to stone.  Like the emoji with the sun glasses we shield our eyes and our hearts from the blinding light of resurrection.  Instead of a tables turning realignment of justice and love, religion, - as society teaches it - becomes the backdrop for social stability, cultural conformity, and relational order.  Instead of calling us to act boldly out of a passionate fervor to extend God’s reign, religion can become for us a code of behavior and a mesmerizing narcotic. God shaking the earth is not on most folks list of what I came to church to hear.  Sorry…..  Newsflash ….  Jesus is on his way to Galilee.  You will need a new pair of sneakers to catch him and the joy of life that we all hope to find today.

 Some preachers in their online pulpits will give fiery sermons on the evils of one human frailty or another.  Some will offer words of consolation and pacification for the troubles that the world today is facing.   Some will invite you into meditation and reflection on the beauty of the world around us even in the midst of pandemic.  Some will try to explain away one of the more mysterious theological tenets.  Such sermons may comfort or cause us to mend our errant ways and they will give us a feeling of joy, but those who hear a steady diet of such are likely to respond the same way that the disciples did – saying that the women claiming that the earth had moved were absolutely nuts.

Each of these “joy’ sermons have one common thread of error.  At the core they are all about me….  all about you…  all about us….  Church for these congregations is where we come to get pumped up for one service project or another, or where we come to be sustained and nourished in order to juggle the demands of parenthood, jobs, relationships and all, or perhaps to see where my path went astray and to be reassured of forgiveness for the sins of omission and commission, or perhaps to get my perspectives realigned as my mother used to tell me.  Well yes….  It is all of that and there is nothing wrong with whatever it is that brings us here….  God and your Vestry and your rector welcome you warmly!!  And we want you to come back – Sunday after Sunday online or in person…  But that is not the real joy that God offers to us.

 This story of an empty tomb is not about us…..  It is about God.  It is about God who is on the move.  In fact it is about God who is taking on the ills of this world head on.  God who doesn’t meet us at the tomb or in the garden, but who walks with the healthcare workers, the police officers, the grocery store clerks, the delivery drivers, and on and on.  God who seeks out the lost and the lonely.  God who reaches out to the woman in the mask with the grocery cart who is petrified of what might be lurking in the air…. and offers her comfort.  God who hears the voices calling from the wondows of their houses – who lament the tragic loss of life and who only want a chance to live without fear or anger.  God who confronts the rich man and tells him that idolizing the things in his life will rob him of salvation.  God the truth teller, God the sin namer, God the life giver, God the earth shaker.  God whose call to us in this life moves us from “What am I to do?” to a much more fearsome place of asking, “What is God doing?”.  That is the mystery that lies at the bottom of our joy this Easter.  What is God doing in the world?  God pierces the darkness with light.  God creates.  God loves, God heals.  God raises the dead to new life.  Dare we come today and look with the women into the emptiness of the tomb with wonder and awe?  Dare we set out for Galilee – enter into the unknown – go in search of God?

Rev Susan Gleason posted a story on Facebook about her encounter with a small child at the Holy Thursday service she attended.  This little girl has a lot to say about why we are all here today.

 “Last evening, I attended a Maundy Thursday service.  Just before communion a young woman entered the sanctuary with a little girl.  My first response, as they walked past the choir loft and behind the table where the pastor and church members were reenacting the Last Supper, was to wonder who would be so bold as to come so late to the service and not enter through the back door.  The two had barely found seats in the front row when we were called to line up to receive the sacrament.  My husband and I fell in line behind the woman and child.  The woman kept bending down to speak to the child who was pointing in various directions.  When she caught my eye the woman whispered to me that the little girl had been outside riding her bike and said that she wanted to come into the church.  The woman explained, “My family was not religious but I figured ‘Why not?’”  Now, the little girl wanted to know where God was.  She pointed again toward a corner of the church, “Is he there?”  I bent down and told her, “God isn’t a body…God is spirit and God is everywhere…In our hearts and all around us.”  She looked confused and pointed in yet another direction.  “Is he there?”  I tried again, “Do you know how you can’t really see the wind?”  She nodded.  I continued, “But you know it’s there because you can see what it does?”  She nodded again and seemed less agitated.  “Well,” I told her, “God’s kind of like that.” The line had continued to move as we whispered and the woman and child were now at the front.  “And,” the woman added, “God gives us bread.”  The smiling pastor extended the platter which held a broken loaf and a dish of gluten free crackers.  The child hesitated and the pastor nudged a broken piece toward her.  The woman also offered her one of the crackers.  They then returned to their seats and when the service ended, I looked for them, hoping to share more, but they had gone.  I don’t know if they will come again but even if they do not, I hope that on a day when it matters most, that little girl will choose again to look for God, knowing that she may find some answers and that she will be fed.”  

I don’t know if you will find what you are looking this Easter.  I don’t know if you will be back next Sunday either.  I don’t know who will fall in love or get a new job with more money or who of us will face change, or loss, or even death in the coming days.  But I do know this.  God has acted in the world and God is with us through whatever trials or tribulations life deals out to us.   I do not understand it nor can I control it.  But I am grateful and I am full of joy.  And what’s more I know where to go to see God…  in all the Galilees of the world….  Out there and in here and I know that when I see God in the faces of my brothers and sisters…there God will give us bread.

What is your name?

February is Black History Month.  My daughter-in-law wrote about a conversation she had with Liam the other day.  He overheard a news broadcast mentioning Black History Month and asked why it is Black history month when the color of the skin is brown.  Jackie wisely did not trivialize his thought nor did she give an extended lecture.  Rather she asked him what he thought they would want to be called.  Liam answered “By their name”

Of course it is more complicated than that.  Right?  Maybe.  Or perhaps we are missing the whole point of Black History Month.  As a child in rural Louisiana I was taught literally nothing about the part people of color played in the making of our nation other than the many ways in which we oppressed, enslaved, and tried to eliminate them.  Nor was I taught about the persecution of Gay and Lesbian individuals.  Harsh words I know, but I know of no other way to talk about the Trail of Tears, the Triangle Trade, the Sand Creek Massacre, the Pulse Nightclub massacre or decades of lynching, voter suppression, bullying, and profiling.  As an adult I began to pick up on the massive injustice.   I wondered about the moral validity of separate but equal or the existence of reservations.  What I have come to understand is that it is literally impossible for me to imagine the pain and suffering of people of color or immigrants or the LGBTQ+ community in our country.  If I truly want to know our history, then I must listen to the stories told by those who have experienced that history.  In other words I must know them by their name.

Julius Lester is the author of a children’s book called “Let’s Talk About Race”.  He gently leads us to imagine going out into the world with no skin – where it is impossible to tell woman for man, dark skin tone from light skin tone, Hispanic from Caucasian, etc etc.  Instead he says the thing that makes us who we are is not gender or race or place of origin, rather it is our STORY.  He asks what kind foods do you like?  What is your favorite time of day?  When were you born?  WHAT IS YOUR NAME?  The book ends:  “I am so , so, many things besides my race.  To know my story, you have to put together everything I am.  Beneath the skin we all look alike.  You and Me.”  And then he admonishes us ….  “I’ll take off my skin.  Will you take off yours?”

Studying the history of our country should include more than one perspective.  Black History Month is important because we need to know the stories of others in order to fully understand our own stories.  Perhaps we also need a "Native American History month, a Growing up Gay History Month, a Born in the South, or the North or the Midwest History Month.  Silly and overkill - perhaps.  But until we know the stories of the parts, we will not know the story of the whole.  

We are inextricably linked – you and I.  We all have fears - nuclear war- car wrecks, climate change, house fire, being robbed or raped.  We all have likes and dislikes - spinach, thunderstorms, magnolias, cats and dogs, spy movies, reading.  We all have pain, sorrow, love, loss.  We are not so different you and I.  I’ll tell you my story.  Will you tell me yours?