Watford Quakers go viral

May 8, 2008 by kate

I have only watched one of these videos on YouTube of Watford Quakers talking about their Quakerism(s). But so far, I think it is very interesting as far as a method of outreach.

The only thing that confused me in the Introduction to Quakerism below was the moment just after halfway through, when there’s a voiceover. Friends are pictured sitting in Meeting for Worship, and the voiceover gives the appearance that they are listening to some kind of recording — which isn’t a normal part of unprogrammed meetings, and which might confuse viewers. It should probably be explained.

Other than that, the filming and editing seemed great to me, as well as the selections of speakers and what they said.

It occurs to me, having heard a bit about Quaker Quest and having seen the materials used by British Friends for this program, that the setup of the videos may be attempting to mirror the way in which Friends taking part in a Meeting’s Quaker Quest would share their views on a particular aspect of Quakerism. The themes of the videos include “Are Quakers Christians?” “What are Quakers’ Views on the Bible?” “The Quaker Testimonies.”

Or click here to see more of the srekauq videos.

I’d be interested to know what you think about these videos, and about Quakers using YouTube as outreach.

Peter Goes Fishing

May 7, 2008 by Thy Friend John
I did some research that now makes Peter’s fishing expedition in the 21st chapter of the Fourth Gospel a little more vivid to me. First of all, Peter’s “I go a  fishing” (as the King James Bible has it) was hypago halieuein in the Greek, something like “I’m going down a-salting,” reminding me that Peter was going fishing in a freshwater lake and speaking in Aramaic, in which the activity of fishing (unlike the Greek word for it) didn’t imply having salty fingers. The Sea of Tiberias was one he might have drunk from, cupping the water in his hand.

If Jesus was crucified in the year 33 C.E., the month of Aviv would have begun at sundown on April 17 (by the modernized Julian calendar), the approximate time of the first new moon after the Spring Equinox. So Passover, the 14th day of Aviv, would have begun at sundown on Thursday, April 30, the night of the Last Supper, and Jesus would have been met His death on May 1. The stone would have been rolled away from His tomb under a moon that reached perfect fullness during the dark early hours of Sunday, May 3. On the evening of May 3, according to the Evangelist, the resurrected Jesus appeared to all the disciples but Thomas Didymus and Judas Iscariot. Then on May 11, eight days later, He had Thomas put his fingers into the healing wound in His side - a wound then ten days old.
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A Memorable Fancy

May 3, 2008 by Thy Friend John

…we know that an idol is nothing in this world, and that there is none other God but one. For though there be that are called gods, whether in heaven or in earth (as there be gods many, and lords many: ) But to us there is but one God, the Father, of whom are all things, and we in him, and one Lord Jesus Christ, by whom are all things, and we by him. - 1 Corinthians 8:4-6 (KJV)

I was grazing with my herd when the Good Shepherd came up to me, looked into my eyes, and said “I must wake you now.” At once my hoofs became hands and feet, I stood and saw that my form had become like His and was clothed. All that remained of my pleasant fleece were the hairs of my head and a growth of white beard on my chin. Memories of my sheep-life ebbed away as the memories belonging to my human form came back. In most of them the Shepherd had seemed absent. In many of those memories I hadn’t minded His absence, which had only grown painful to me, I realized, with the passage of years.

“Thank You, Lord,” I said, delighted to find Him standing face to face with me. “What should I do?”

“Enjoy yourself. Enjoy My company. Come, sit with me.” There was a large, flat boulder nearby, with a folded blanket on top. He gestured that I should sit at His right hand. “I want you to meet My friends the gods and goddesses.”
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Buttered Dirt

May 1, 2008 by Carol

I learned, last week, that the cost of holding Meeting for Worship in the two big meetinghouses in New York City is $1,000 apiece each Sunday.

A few days later, I saw James Mates reporting from Haiti on PBS’s Newshour that despairing parents were feeding their children buttered dirt.

I am not saying close the meetinghouses and send the money to feed children.

I am troubled . . . and waiting. 

 

 

 

What Meeting for Worship Costs

April 25, 2008 by Carol

No. This is not a post about how faithful attendance at worship will change your life and cause you to renounce things that you never thought you’d be able to live without–although I’ve known that to happen. 

This is a post about money.

A few days ago, in a daily e-mail I get from Ekklesia.org, I learned about Faith in Action Sunday on April 27. A project of World Vision, Outreach, Inc., and Zondervan–

Faith in Action is designed to be a step toward alleviating the complacency that is afflicting churches across the country, and an effective call to action to follow Christ’s example of compassion.

The project culminates on April 27, when the participating churches–instead of holding worship services–will close their doors and send their members out to work in their communities in service to the poor.

The report on Faith in Action Sunday from Ekklesia says:

Current data provided by the US Census Bureau reveals the national poverty level has increased from 11.7 percent in 2001 to 13.3 percent in 2005, or 38 million Americans.

Additionally, demand for food stamps between 2007-08, a key economic indicator provided by the United States Department of Agriculture, is up significantly in 43 states, increasing the need for significant help among more than 28 million Americans.

“These results, when combined with current census and economic data, expose a discrepancy between Christians who believe they are doing enough and the reality that Christians are just scratching the surface in our communities,” said Steve Haas, vice president for church relations at World Vision.

But the study also reports that 60 percent of respondents “would support their church if it occasionally cancelled traditional services in order to donate that time to help the poor in their community”.

Christians are now being invited to close their churches and mobilize in projects within their communities.

 This caused me to wonder how much it costs to hold Meeting for Worship in the big meetinghouses here in the city, so I went to a Friend knowledgeable about the finances of New York Quarter.

He told me that it costs about $1,000 apiece for Fifteenth Street and Brooklyn to open the meetinghouses, heat them, light them, and clean them for each Meeting for Worship.

I am troubled.

Psalm 22 and Beethoven’s Ninth

April 1, 2008 by Carol

A friend sent me the text of a sermon he delivered on Good Friday. It was a powerful sermon, painting a vivid picture of Jesus’s physical, emotional, and spiritual suffering in Gethsemane and on the Cross. It was a message about abandonment and finding the everlasting arms to lean on again. And I was moved, not only because of its eloquence but also because I have some sense of the personal challenges my friend is facing right now as he looks toward a difficult future.

As I thought about my friend’s life and the sermon he delivered out of it, I was humbled by a new awareness of how Jesus meets us exactly where we are, offering us exactly what we need.

Where I am in recent weeks is engaged in musing on whether Jesus was taking a nazirite vow when he said at the Last Supper that he wouldn’t touch any more wine until he’d completed his task. He keeps his word and also refuses vinegar–equally a product of the grape. I don’t know what I’m to do with that musing, other than to share it here, but I’m sure I’ll know by and by.

For me, right now in my life, I have the luxury of not identifying with those last words as a cry of abandonment. Today I can hear “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” as, at one and the same time, a statement of what looks like fact to the eyes of others, an act of self-comfort in quoting Scripture to himself, and Jesus’s final message to the world as he speaks aloud for all to hear, despite the terrible physical state he is in, the first words of Psalm 22.

It’s a psalm that fascinates me. The first twenty-one verses describe both Jesus’s Crucifixion and our own mundane times of crisis and suffering. But then, with no transition whatsoever, verse 21 switches in midstream and flat-out states that rescue has happened. Period. No explanation.

Save me from the mouth of the lion! From the horns of the wild oxen you have rescued me. (NRSV)

In the King James Bible the transition is so abrupt as to require mythical beasts:

Save me from the lion’s mouth: for thou hast heard me from the horns of the unicorns. (AV)

It reminds me of the place in Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony where the brooding, mournful instrumental music is stopped dead by a human voice singing, “O friends, not these tones!” and then the astounding, irresistible Ode to Joy chorale begins.

That’s what happens in Psalm 22. Both Psalm 22 and Beethoven’s Ninth give me a model of faith as a choice. Turn around and face the other way. Sing another song. Just do it!

Here is the new song of verse 22:

I will tell of your name to my brothers and sisters; in the midst of the congregation I will praise you. (NRSV)

I will declare thy name unto my brethren: in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee. (AV)

And I’m fascinated by verse 29, which seems to be saying that even the dead will worship Yahweh. It’s a wonderful comfort to me to think that I can go to Meeting for Worship from the grave.

To him, indeed, shall all who sleep in the earth bow down; before him shall bow all who go down to the dust, and I shall live for him. (NRSV)

All they that be fat upon earth shall eat and worship: all they that go down to the dust shall bow before him: and none can keep alive his own soul. (AV)

From where I am in early April 2008, I can experience those last words of Jesus as his last teaching to me. “Pay attention,” he’s telling me. “I’m leaving you with this psalm. Go look it up. (Study Torah.) It’s all in there.”

My friend, who began my consideration of Jesus’s last words with his Good Friday message, can find a personal companion to be with him as he faces his physical and spiritual challenges.

Both of us have found our shepherd. We shall not want.

The Night Jesus Washed His Disciples Clean

March 22, 2008 by Thy Friend John

3/21/08. I can’t forget that today is called Good Friday, and that Jesus, on the day of His crucifixion, may have had to use all the mental discipline He could muster to keep His focus on the present moment and prayerfully on the presence of God. Could the Man who stilled the wind and the waves also still the adrenalin, the rage, the fear in His own body? How did He cope with the pain of the nails, the crown of thorns, the blood trickling down into His eyes? More importantly: what can I do for Him and His mission today, right this moment?
 
Reading from the Gospel of John this morning, I noted that the Evangelist prefaced the story of the foot-washing with a seemingly irrelevant parenthesis, John 13:3: “Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he was come from God, and went to God:…” - what is this? Something Jesus was just becoming aware of, or something He knew for a long time? If for a long time, why mention it here? The only sense I can make of its placement here is that the writer is using it to put a frame around a part of his narrative he finds particularly important - perhaps the whole Passion story, but  perhaps just this part about the washing of feet.
 
“Knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands:” after such a buildup, we might expect that Jesus then magically made tangerines appear on the supper table, or had the stars in the sky spell out the words “repent, everybody.” But no; He stripped naked and put on a bath-servant’s towel. And then He tells Peter that Peter won’t understand what He’s doing until some time later. There’s something profound going on here. Jesus, knowing that all things are in His hands, is about to do one of His greatest works. Humble Himself and play servant to His own servants? Well, yes, that, but something more: wash His disciples “clean every whit,” so that Peter, his feet bathed, will no longer need his dirty hands and defiled head washed.
 
I’d never seen this before: that was Jesus’ baptism of his disciples. With Judas we’re given to believe that this baptism didn’t “take,” John 13:10-11, but for the others I believe they were, at that moment, made sinless. This is the baptism that the apostle describes as “not the putting away of the filth of the flesh, but the answer of a good conscience toward God” (1 Peter 3:21). If it had required a complete removal of the filth of the flesh, Jesus would surely have washed Peter’s hands and head, and maybe even sent him outdoors to gargle.

Sinless? I know that Peter then did a string of inappropriate actions, like cutting off Malchus’ ear and denying that he knew Jesus; and all the disciples fled from the garden, abandoning their Lord and Savior. How can we not think them still sinners? But we have the Lord’s own word that they had been washed “clean every whit.” And this is only fitting for souls of whom Jesus was about to say, first reminding them of their new-found cleanness (John 15:3), “I am the vine, ye are the branches” (15:5). Can members of Christ be unclean? The disciples might still err in minor ways - Paul would later rebuke Peter for dissembling, Galatians 2:11 ff. - but they now had consciences that sins would no longer stick to as they once did.
 
Unstainable consciences, while still capable of minor errors? It’s not as though the disciples had been given Teflon coatings, or - to use the language of Yoga, become jivanmuktas who could generate no more karma, bad or good, because they’d attained to direct knowledge of the timeless Atman and could identify no more with changeable nature - but rather, I think, Jesus gave them what Paul was later to call huiothesia, “son-placement,” translated by King James’ scholars as “the adoption,” Galatians 4:5-6 and Romans 8:13-17, whereby we call God Abba, “father.”

There’s no Teflon coating involved in this: we wash out our errors, as Peter did, only with our tears, and these are tears of real pain. It hurts to see our own laziness or cowardice or greed cause someone else sorrow. But there’s a good reason not to call such errors sin. For we now feel God’s parenthood, protecting us from falling so deeply into sin that we have to block off awareness of our condition with a fabric of lies. Moreover, we now have a heart that yearns to be corrected whenever it strays, rather than go on straying in happy ignorance. It is the heart of what Paul called “the new creature” (2 Corinthians 5:17, Galatians 6:15).

That freedom from sin, I think, was the great spiritual gift passed on when Jesus washed Peter’s feet. It came to me seven years ago, just before I fell in love with Elizabeth, when I heard the Unmistakable Voice in my mind say, “I will not let you fall into sin,” so I know it’s a real thing, given to little people like me who are by no means jivanmuktas. It does not mean that I couldn’t spoil it all if I set my mind to becoming an evildoer, as I did for a time as a child when I thought I might be more impressive if I were one of the bad boys; the sinless life does require vigilance. Robert Barclay (Apology, Proposition 9, §II) comments wryly, “it is to no purpose to beseech them to stand, to whom God hath made it impossible to fall.” What I take my Lord to have meant is that I can trust Him absolutely, and that by His grace I can now, amazingly, even trust the new heart He has given me.

Kenya, Three Months Later

March 22, 2008 by Carol

This blog has been–as it were–frozen in horror by the events in Kenya. At this point, I’d like to release it and rejoin the world, saying only a bit about the reports from the Kisumu area that I heard at the FUM board meeting in February. 

We spoke by phone with both John Muhanji and Ben and Jody Richmond. John and Jody had visited, the day before we talked, some Internally Displaced Persons (IDP) camps near Mount Elgon. At one camp there were about 4,000 people. The caravan of trucks carried food and blankets, both of which were desperately needed.  Unfortunately, the caravan only had 400 blankets, but 1 blanket for every 10 people had to be seen as an improvement.

Jody spent the day talking with people, using her training as a therapist to begin to help with the grief, shock, and PTSD the Kenyans were dealing with. There are pictures of this relief mission posted on picasa by FUM. John and Jody hoped to go back to the IDP camps once a week.

In early February, more than $70,000 in earmarked donations was sent to Kenya by FUM and helped to buy the food and blankets that were distributed.

 Under the heading of “proud to be a humble New York Yearly Meeting Quaker,” I can report that the largest percentage of that amount came from individual members and monthly meetings in New York Yearly Meeting–a result partly, I suspect, of the steady coverage that the New York Times has been doing of the crisis.  Many board members from southern or midwestern regions had little or no media coverage of what was going on and first heard of the events in Kenya through e-mails from FUM. A sad, sad commentary on the press today.

In the third week of March, however, PBS’s News Hour with Jim Lehrer had reports filed from Kenya by Margaret Warner. Videos of those broadcasts, as well as extensive additional material, can be found here. In one of those broadcasts, Margaret speaks of the deep Christian faith she finds among Kenyans and of their remarkable spirit of forgiveness.

Donations are needed, more than ever, to continue the work of distributing food, blankets, and other supplies to the IDP camps. They’re going to be there a long time.

The Richmonds Ask for Prayers for Deep Healing

January 31, 2008 by Carol

Although the Grace family was flown out of Kisumu earlier this week, Ben and Jody Richmond remain in nearby Tiriki. Here’s their latest report:

Thursday 31 January 2008

Many Friends are inquiring how we are doing at Friends Theological College in Kaimosi.  Well, today, even as the country reacted to the killing of the second opposition Member of Parliament, our area remained calm.  While some friends reported chaotic conditions in the nearest large shopping-towns of Kisumu and Kakamega, and on the road to Kapsabet, there was also good news.  Two more of our students arrived on campus today, so we are almost all here.  Two of our staff colleagues actually accomplished some college business in Kakamega, and arrived back on campus safe.  Friends will also be glad to hear that when we spoke with John Moru tonight, he reported that he and family are fine.

We start each day with worship at 7:40 a.m. prior to the first classes, and our prayers for peace in Kenya are fervent.  So are the joyful songs of praise that start each morning.  God has been faithful, and Jody notes that we feel God pushing back the darkness during these times of worship singing. 

Wednesday we had a “convocation” for the college at which we reported on the recent conference of Friends church leaders about peace, and this opened a lively discussion.  Jody led a portion of the report on the theme of trauma healing and that led to a good time of praying for one another.  You know how we have been giving opportunities for students to share their stories.  Today, one of the older students told of his return from Nairobi, where he had gone to take his grandson.  His story was too complicated to report all the details, but he was traveling by bus in a convoy.  They were stopped at many, many places along the road by youth blockades, with bows, arrows, and pangas.  At one, they evacuated everyone from the bus (helping people get all their luggage off) and then burned the bus.  They had police escorts part of the way, but the youth blockaders particularly threatened the police, and it was terrifying.  Somewhere along the way, the scenario at the roadblocks changed:  the youth went from checking for Luos to checking for Kikuyus.  In the cycle of violence, everyone is threatened, but as our student said, thanks to God, they made it through.  Even while giving testimony to God’s saving protection along the way, he admitted that he is suffering from some of the symptoms of trauma after this journey.  Please pray with us for deep healing for all our students and staff who have had to face frightful experiences.

Ben was able to meet Wednesday morning with the chair of the Board of Governors of the College and the chair of the Board’s development committee, who agreed on final instructions for our architect to prepare detailed drawings for the proposed new administration block.  So, amazingly, “normal” life continues to be lived.  There was a very delightful, but too short, rain Wednesday evening, and then we had a lovely glowing orange sunset.  Following that, a red-tailed monkey ran across our yard…

We are so grateful for the prayers and support of Friends everywhere.  Please keep praying that God will hold open the doorways to peace in the coming critical days.

Ben and Jody

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Ben Richmond, Principal
Friends Theological College
Tiriki  50309  Kenya

Peace

January 30, 2008 by kate