Thursday Thoughts
Who Is My Neighbor?
by Rev. Dr. Amy Chilton on 08/11/23
“When my religion tries to come between me and my neighbor, I will choose my neighbor. . . Jesus never commanded me to love my religion”[1]
I’ve never really liked the differentiation between “religion,” “spirituality,” and “faith.” I especially don’t like it when someone says, “well, I’m spiritual, but not religious.” At the same time, I do think someone could be “religious” and “not spiritual”! Maybe this is my West Coast independent streak - I mean, I really hate checking identity and rating boxes. I think most of the time the categories aren’t helpful or particularly accurate, and they certainly feel confining. Perhaps instead one could say, “well, I’m not part of any organized faith community, but I do have some beliefs.”
I think what I don’t like about the distinction between “religion” and “spirituality” is how it can be used to put people in the “other” category down. Real life is so much more complex than categories - especially regarding anything related to faith - and life is hard enough to get through without critiquing others.
BUT, I happen to love the sentiment in Barbara Brown Taylor’s statement above. This comes out of a book she wrote after teaching a world religions course at Piedmont College. In Holy Envy she recounts visiting various religious communities with her students and her growing awareness of how God was at work in all those religions.
Friends, that is a bold statement to make when religions have relied on the belief that they are the only true religion. I don’t want to dissect ultimate truth right now, but rather to express appreciation for the fact that she reminds us that our own Christian faith leads us to love our neighbor no matter their religion/spirituality/faith.
Mark 12:29-31 contains Jesus’ answer to a religious teacher’s question about which commandment is the greatest:
The first is, ‘Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one; you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ The Second is this, “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.’
Friends, the problem is not that our religion and our neighbor are pulling us in opposite directions, but rather that we have forgotten that central to our religion is our neighbor. So, perhaps if our religion is asking us to choose it over our neighbor, we need to evaluate whether our religion is centered on Jesus.
This week I pray that you find ways to live out your Christian religion/faith/spirituality through loving your neighbor! Perhaps take them some zucchini from your garden or find a way to fix an old argument.
Blessings,
Pastor Amy
[1] Barbara Brown Taylor, Holy Envy: Finding God in the Faith of Others.
Should I be Ashamed of Myself?
by Rev. Dr. Amy Chilton on 08/03/23
In this week’s sermon prep, I am spending time with the hotly contested 1st chapter of Romans. While you are going to need to join us for service to hear those thoughts, my attention has been caught on Romans 1:16-17 (which, I am proud to say, I still have mostly memorized from my teen years):
For I am not ashamed of the gospel; it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who has faith, to the Jew first and also to the Greek. For in it the righteousness of God is revealed through faith for faith; as it is written, ‘The one who is righteous will live by faith.’
What really caught my attention was that Paul starts off by telling folks that he isn’t ashamed of the Gospel he lives by and preaches. Paul had it kind of rough at times, with multiple stays in jail in cultures that placed heavy emphasis on shame and honor. It certainly wasn’t good for his reputation to be imprisoned, but is there more going on here than him salvaging his reputation?
While Paul wasn’t asking the same questions we ask about shame, he might still help us with our own. We don’t live in the same context of shame and honor, but we know quite a bit about living with or avoiding shame. You know shame - it can be that heavy feeling of not-enough-ness that can lodge in your chest and weigh your shoulders down.
Lewis B. Smedes, in his book Shame and Grace, reminds us that feelings of being flawed are natural “because we are in fact flawed. Our shame may be a painful signal that we are failing to be the person we are meant to be and may therefore be the first hope of healing” (31). He goes on to differentiate between healthy and unhealthy forms of shame, but before doing that he wants his readers to accept that some shame is good for us. Ouch.
Sometimes we feel shame because we aren’t living as our true self. Perhaps we feel shame because when we should have been kind to others we were harmful. Perhaps we feel shame because when we should have lived with integrity we divided ourselves between our public and private lives. We often split ourselves in two, and shame can be the feeling that calls us to heal.
But, sometimes feelings of shame are something else altogether, arising from the broken parts inside of us. Shame sounds like lies that prevent us from knowing our goodness and strengths.
The problem is that both healthy and unhealthy shame are often tangled up together.
So, back to Paul. Paul writes a lot about how other folks needn’t be ashamed of him. But, I suspect that the mere fact that writes about it so often is a sign that he is wrestling with his own mixed up voices of shame. After all, Paul was human too.
As we sort through where our shame is calling us to heal ourselves and our relationships and where our shame is actually preventing us from doing so, let us keep our eyes on the Gospel. Because the good news that Jesus came and loved all, upsetting power structures and freeing both oppressor and oppressed, and offering grace to folks caught in harmful shame (such as the man born blind) and courage to folks caught in helpful shame (such as Zaccheaus, the wee little man, who needed to make amends), is still good news for us! And one quick rule of thumb: if others were harmed by our actions, the shame we feel is likely (at least in part) healthy shame.
Friends, this week may your healthy shame call you toward personal and relational healing and may your unhealthy shame dissipate a bit more in the light of God’s grace.
Blessings,
Pastor Amy
The Scent of Roses
by Rev. Dr. Amy Chilton on 07/20/23
(Beach Roses @ Sola Beach, Stavanger, Norway) “The Roses” By Mary Oliver All afternoon I have been walking over the dunes, hurrying from one thick raft of the wrinkled, salt roses to another, leaning down close to their dark or pale petals, red as blood or white as snow. And now I am beginning to breathe slowly and evenly– the way a hunted animal breathes, finally when it has galloped, and galloped–when it is wrung dry, but, at last, is far away, so the panic begins to drain from the chest, from the wonderful legs, and the exhausted mind. Oh sweetness pure and simple, may I join you? I lie down next to them, on the sand. But to tell about what happens next, truly I need help. Will somebody or something please start to sing? ~ Friends, two weeks ago I was in Stavanger, Norway for the Baptist World Alliance annual meetings. I was blessed with a few free days and the fickle, coastal Norwegian weather cooperated so that I was able to walk along the beach one day, dipping my toes in the Northern Sea. Like Rhode Island, the dunes there are lined with beach roses, filling the briny air with their vibrant, lemony scent. I talk a lot about plants here, you might notice. The created world is a space for me where I feel especially close to our Creator, especially the ocean. So, you can imagine that time spent at Sola Beach was a holy time. If creation is a gift from God and if it is God’s Spirit that fills and enlivens all that is, it is no surprise that so many folks experience God amongst the trees and oceans, the flowers and clouds. Isaiah 35:1-2 reads: The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad, the desert shall rejoice and blossom; like the crocus it shall blossom abundantly, and rejoice with joy and singing. The glory of Lebanon shall be given to it, the majesty of Carmel and Sharon. the majesty of our God. Written to Israel during a time of great trial, the prophet Isaiah pointed them toward the hope and promise that God would again be present with them and that God would again bless them. Isaiah envisioned this as the greening of the desert. Having lived in the desert of Southern California (actually, it is a Mediterranean climate), I can envision the browns of the San Bernardino mountains turning vibrant green with the spring rains. Similarly, Isaiah proclaimed, after a time of trial, the blessings will come - just like after a season of drought the flowers will bloom. While we are not being held in political captivity like the ancient Israelites, we do still serve the same God who promised to bring the deserts to bloom. That God remains trustworthy - no matter what desert times we are in. Friends, as you enjoy this wild jungle that Rhode Island has become after the past month of rain, I encourage you to take hope that the God who causes our gardens to grow is the same God who has promised life to us. Perhaps you will even smell our own beach roses as a sign of God’s ever abundant grace and you will start to sing. Blessings, Pastor Amy
They shall see the glory of the Lord,
Strengthen our Arms
by Rev. Dr. Amy Chilton on 07/13/23
As we sit in our yards and visit parks this summer, may God grant us the strength to love this world we have been given, strengthening our arms to help carry it into the future. The beauty of summer reminds us that, “the earth is the Lord’s and all that is in it, the world, and those who live in it; for God has founded it on the seas, and established it on the rivers” (Psalm 24:1-2).
Let us be good stewards of all God has entrusted to us.
Blessings,
Pastor Amy
What We Carry
As kids we sat in grass,
Fished our hands into the dirt.
We felt that damp brown
Universe writhe, alert & alive,
Earth cupped in the boat of our palms.
Our eyes waxed wide with wonder.
Children understand:
Even grime is a gift,
Even what is mired is miraculous,
What is marred is still marvelous.
….
We have recalled how to touch each other
& how to trust all that is good & all right.
We have learned our true names–
Not what we are called,
But what we are called
To carry forth from here.
What do we carry, if not
What & who we care most for.
….
The truth is,
One globe, wonder-flawed.
Here’s to the preservation
Of a light so terrific.
The truth is, there is joy
In discarding almost everything–
Our rage, our wreckage,
Our hubris, our hate,
Our ghosts, our greed,
Our wrath, our wars,
On the beating shore.
We haven’t any haven
For them here. Rejoice, for
What we have left
Behind will not free us,
But what we have left
Is all we need.
We are enough,
Armed only
With our hands,
Open but unemptied,
Just like a blooming thing.
We walk into tomorrow,
Carrying nothing
But the world.
~ Amanda Gorman, Call us What We Carry, pp. 202-205
A Blessing for Travel
by Rev. Dr. Amy Chilton on 07/06/23
Safe travels, and may God bring us safely back together on the other side!
Blessings,
Pastor Amy
For the Traveler
Every time you leave home,
Another road takes you
Into a world you were never in.
New strangers on other paths await.
New places that have never seen you
Will startle a little at your entry.
Old places that know you well
Will pretend nothing
Changed since your last visit.
When you travel, you find yourself
Alone in a different way,
More attentive to now
To the self you bring along,
Your more subtle eye watching
You abroad; and how what meets you
Touches that part of the heart
That lies low at home:
How you unexpectedly attune
To the timbre in some voice,
Opening a conversation
You want to take in
To where your longing
Has pressed hard enough
Inward, on some unsaid dark,
To create a crystal of insight
You could not have known
You needed
To illuminate
Your way.
When you travel,
A new silence
Goes with you,
And if you listen,
You will hear
What your heart would
Love to say.
A journey can become a sacred thing:
Make sure, before you go,
To take the time
To bless your going forth,
To free your heart of ballast
So that the compass of your soul
Might direct you toward
The territories of spirit
Where you will discover
More of your hidden life,
And the urgencies
That deserve to claim you.
May you travel in an awakened way,
Gathered wisely into your inner ground;
That you may not waste the invitations
Which wait along the way to transform you.
May you travel safely, arrive refreshed,
And live your time away to its fullest;
Return home more enriched, and free
To balance the gift of days which call you.
~ John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings, pp. 53-55