"CIVIL WAR?"

 “CIVIL WAR?”

As I give thanks for those who have served our country, I am remembering a question that still haunts me in relation to the origins of Memorial Day. It began in the midst of the Civil War, to honor those killed in that war.

 Almost a year ago, I was leading a seminar for German students at Helmut Schmidt University at the invitation of my colleague Andreas Holzbauer.  It was part of his course on “White Christianity,” and after I had given my thoughts on white Christianity in the American context, he opened it up for questions from the students.  One of the first questions was “Do you think that there will be a civil war in the United States in the near future?”  This question was raised at the time of the rise of Trumpism in our country, and several students compared it to the rise of Nazism in Germany in the 1930’s.

I answered at that time, that although I recognized deep divisions in our country,  I did not think that civil war would come anytime soon to the USA.  The events of this last year, especially the slaughter of children in Texas last week, have made me wonder if we are on our way to civil war.  My good friend, Ed Loring, believes that we are already in a civil war, that the moderates and those on the left simply have realized it yet.  Perhaps it is like the 1850’s, when huge events and movements prodded us into the Civil War.  Events like the “Fugitive” Slave Act that was passed in 1850, requiring all free people of any racial classification in any state to cooperate with authorities or slave-masters seeking to recapture those who had escaped slavery.   Looking back, it is easy to tell how dehumanized those people held in slavery were – the law is not called the “Escaped People” Act, but rather the “Fugitive Slave” Act.

Second, the violence seen in Buffalo and Texas last week was the repeat of that in Kansas after the passage of the Kansas-Nebraska Act in 1854, where Congress allowed the new territories to decide for themselves whether holding people as slaves would be permitted.  It turned into a mini civil war, and John Brown found his vision to end slavery through violence in Kansas.  Third, the SCOTUS decision of 1857 in the Dred and Harriet Scott case, in which the Court decided that those classified as “Black” were not human beings and thus were not entitled to the fundamental human rights of the Constitution.  Fourth there was John Brown’s raid on Harper’s Ferry, Virginia, in which he sought to get weapons to begin the violent overthrow of slavery in the USA.  Brown’s raid brought hope to many, but it also sent a chill down the spines of those who held people as slaves.  And, finally, there was the election of Abraham Lincoln as President, a victory which caused  the slavemasters to break from the country, as they sought to keep the ideology of “white supremacy” at the heart of the nation.

Are we in that kind of preliminary decade now?  Are we in a prelude to a civil war, a prelude that most of us have not yet recognized?  What are those events in our time that might be harbingers of such a terrible ordeal?  First, there was 9/11 in 2001, in which the mighty power of technology was used in a horrible way against us, reminding us that our military might and our wealth did not exclude us from the repercussions of our worship of racism, materialism, and militarism.  Second, there was the election of Barack Obama as president of the United States, the first person categorized as African-American to be elected to that office.  It was a scary blow to the idea of white supremacy, and much of what we have seen since that 2008 election is in reaction to that.  Third, the terrible SCOTUS decision of 2013 (Shelby v. Holder) that eviscerated the Voting Rights Act of 1965 was a reaction to the election of Obama, and it has led to the campaign to severely limit voting rights, especially those of Black and Brown people.

Fourth, the election of Donald Trump as President in 2016 was a clear expression of the re-animating force of white supremacy.  In many ways, we were fortunate that Trump is as inept as he is, so that he would be repudiated in 2020.  

    Those who follow him in the Trumpist, white supremacy movement will not be so inept.  And, finally the proliferation of guns and weapons – and our idolatrous belief that they are god – makes me tremble for the future of our country.  Black and Brown people will not be returning to the neo-slavery days of pre-1965, and white people are determined to reassert white supremacy – the mindset of “The White South” is rising.

Will there be a civil war again in the United States?  I am much less certain now than I was a year ago, when I was asked that question.  I’m hoping, hoping, hoping that the forces of justice and equity will yet prevail without the horror of civil war. Yet I also recognize that my classification as “white” means that I am much less aware of the daily violence and oppression faced by Black and Brown people and by women.  I’ll have more to add next week, but I’ll be glad to hear from you on this topic.  In the meantime, if you have not read “Parable of the Sower” by Octavia Butler, find it somewhere and read it – written in the late 1980’s, it is the most prescient novel on current American life of which I am aware.  And, if you want to see the violent side, with another Black protagonist, see the “Watchmen” series.  Both works of art take seriously the depth of violence, materialism and racism in American history and American life.  

"PREACHING OPPORTUNITIES"

 “PREACHING OPPORTUNITIES”

I am grateful to have had the opportunity to preach the eulogy for our friend Lorri Mills at Oakhurst Presbyterian last Saturday, May 21.  Lorri died way too early for those of us fortunate enough to call her “friend,” but we were so blessed by her life of service, ministry, generosity and hard work.  If you did not get to see the service, you can link to it here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=baPyPZ98dnM, or go through Oakhurst Presbyterian's website.  There were powerful comments made by her friends and colleagues, so please watch those – my eulogy begins at about the 40 minute mark.  If you want a written copy of the eulogy, let me know, and I’ll send you one online or in the mail. 

Several people asked me when they could hear me preach again, so here are the next two.  I’ll be preaching at North Decatur Presbyterian Church on Sunday, June 19 at 10 AM.  Come in person, or you can view the worship online through their website.  The lectionary text is Luke 8:26-39, one of my favorite texts in all the Bible.  Join in with us!

Caroline and I will be preaching together at Oakhurst Presbyterian on Sunday, July 17, as part of Oakhurst’s 100th anniversary celebration.  We’ve been asked to reflect on the 1980’s as part of Oakhurst’s history.  We came there in 1983, so we have many stories to tell – air conditioning breaking down, changing the “white” Jesus to the “brown/black Jesus,” developing the Mission Statement, and mostly finding ways for this historic church not only to survive (the Presbytery said that it would fund us only 2 more years when we came) but also to begin to thrive.  Come in person, or check Oakhurst’s website for the livestream.

And, finally, I’ve already advertised about our friend and colleague Zeena Regis preaching this Sunday, May 29 at 10 AM at North Decatur Presbyterian, but plan to come hear a fine preacher then too – in person or online!  See you soon!

"ANNIVERSARY WEEK"

 “ANNIVERSARY WEEK”

This week marks many anniversaries, the most important of which (to me anyway) is Caroline and my 48th wedding anniversary on Wednesday.  We were married on a hot Saturday afternoon in Ed Loring’s backyard, with he and Caroline’s mentor Sandy Winter officiating.  We had dated for about 6 months, before we decided to get married.  In our courtship, I took Caroline to the Atlanta Braves game on a cool April evening, and it was the night that Hank Aaron broke Babe Ruth’s home run record.   

       Looking back on it , we created several waves and continued to so throughout our marriage.  When we applied for a marriage license in Dekalb County in March, 1974,  the clerk was hesitant to give us a license because neither one of us was planning to change our names when we got married.   The clerk seemed unconcerned that I was keeping my name, but she was very concerned that Caroline was keeping her name and not taking mine.  The clerk indicated that Georgia law required that Caroline change her name, and while we were pretty sure that such a law did not exist, we said that we would check it out and be back later.  Sure enough, the woman attorney we consulted scoffed and bristled at the clerk’s reaction, telling us to return and threaten a lawsuit if we were not given a marriage license.  When we returned, we engaged another clerk who did not have the same issues, and we sailed right through.

Caroline’s mom wanted her to get married in Central Church in Chattanooga, the family church where Caroline had grown up.  The Session of Central in 1972 had refused to consider Caroline’s request to be taken under care of the Session so that she could begin the process of becoming an ordained minister.  Had Caroline lived such an immoral life that she was unworthy of consideration as a minister?  No, they all agreed that she was a genuine child of the church – their issue was her gender identity:  female.  They did not believe that God could possibly call women into the ministry.  Fortunately, another Central Presbyterian Church, this one in Atlanta under Reverend Randy Taylor’s  leadership, welcomed Caroline, and she was ordained as a pastor in 1973, the 21st woman to be ordained in the former PCUS.  

    Needless to say, we were not interested in getting married in Central church in Chattanooga, and my home church in Helena, Arkansas, was far away, so we chose an outdoor wedding in Decatur, the reception being a covered dish supper, with wedding guests bringing the food.  Several of the younger people there at our wedding later told us that our wedding inspired them, and when they got married, they chose a similar “hippie” wedding.  It worked for us – not much money spent ($400 was the cost, with $200 of that for beer that a friend of ours bought for us), friends from many places and stages of our lives attending, no formal rules to follow, and the celebration lasted from the 11 AM gathering time to well into the night.  And, yes, by the time of our wedding, Caroline was already Reverend Leach, so I got married to a minister!

It has been a great trip, with bumps and struggles along the way,  but so many milestones and achievements and celebrations!  We were the first clergy couple in the former Southern Presbyterian Church, taking a church together in Norfolk (splitting one salary) and developing a mission to people in a low-income area that included many Navy families.  We applied for the Presbyterian Women Birthday Offering, and the church received it in 1978, enabling St. Columba Ministries to be established, a ministry that continues today.  We later revived Oakhurst Presbyterian Church and helped to make it a nationally known multi-racial, welcoming inclusive church in Decatur.  Having ordained a gay elder in 1978, we also moved those boundaries, which still are controversial today, depending on SCOTUS, of course.  And, our two proudest achievements are our great children David and Susan, who have continued the vision of justice and equity and welcoming that have marked our marriage.

This week also brings other anniversaries, much more famous than our anniversary, and I will explore them in other blogs.  When we got married on May 18, we did not realize that it was also the anniversary of the terrible SCOTUS decision in Plessy v. Ferguson in 1896, declaring that “separate but equal” was the law of the land.  Fortunately, SCOTUS redeemed itself in 1954 Brown v. Board decision of May 17, 1954.  The date of May 14 also marks two terrible events:  the landing of Anglo colonists in Jamestown, Virginia, in 1607, and the removal of Palestinian people from their native lands by Israel in 1948 in the “Nakba.”  More on those later, but for now, I give thanks for Caroline Leach being in my life – minister, wife, partner, mother (of many, including two biologicals), and wise adviser.

"WHO IS MY MOTHER?"

 “WHO IS MY MOTHER?”

“Who Is My Mother?”  This is a question that Jesus asks in response to those who tell him that his mother and his siblings would like to see him – they are coming  to take him home because they think that he has lost his mind.  He then says that whoever does the will of God is his sibling and his mother.  I’ve always thought that such a response must have hurt his mother’s heart, but she raised him to be a prophet for and to the world.

This complicated approach is appropriate for our current political moment when SCOTUS seems poised to force motherhood on every woman who becomes pregnant without doing anything to enforce the “fatherhood” part.  This year’s Mother’s Day is fraught with complexity, and in that manner, I give thanks for my mother, Mary Armour Stroupe.  We had many discussions about a woman’s right to choose in regard to her body, and Mother said:  “I’m opposed to abortion, but I’m even more opposed to forcing women to have babies.”  

My mother saved my life by sticking with me and by showing me the power of love.  I give thanks for her!  Though she did not consider herself a radical, she often demonstrated radical power in her “ordinary” stands in her home of Helena, Arkansas.  One of her friends once told me that the white neighbors considered Mother a radical because she allowed a Black friend and colleague to come in to her front door when she came to visit Mother – this was in the 1990’s, not the 1940’s.

Mother also took some stronger communal stands in her work as the lead instructor at the Phillips County Community College School of Cosmetology.  Most of her students were poor, and many of them were Black.  They had heard all their lives that they were not worth much.  Mother sought to teach them not only how to do hair but also to teach them that they were children of God and American citizens.  As elections drew near, she would urge her students to register to vote.  Most of the students did not believe that voting made any difference, so most of them did not heed her advice – most of them also had heard stories of the danger in which Black people put themselves when they voted.

Mother emphasized, however, that the right to vote was fundamental and that her students should not take it lightly.   In a move that would likely not be allowed now, she told her students that if they did not vote on election day, then they would not be allowed into class that day.  If they did not wear an “I have voted” sticker on election day, then they failed the class for the day.  That got their attention, and she ended up with almost 100% voting by her students.  I give thanks to Mother for her nurturing of me and of so many others.  Though she gave birth to one child, she was a mother to hundreds.

On this Mother’s Day, I also am remembering all those people who gave me mothering love, both women and men.  Mothering love is rooted in loving and in engagement, not in biology.  One of our good friends, Lorri Mills, died on Wednesday after a long struggle with many illnesses and attacks on her body.  She did not have any biological children, and she always told us that she was not any good with little kids.  But, she gave mothering love to so many people!  We heard from cousins that she was a mentor to them, that she was one of the first women in their family line to go to college.  We heard stories of her urging her women cousins to think of themselves as human beings capable of so much more than they thought.  We witnessed her sharing  this approach with so many people at Oakhurst Presbyterian, where she was a member and elder and leader.  She was generous and loving and nurturing – she showed us what the answer to Jesus’ question “Who Is My Mother?’ looked like.

In this time of Mother’s Day, let us give thanks for our biological mothers and for all of those people who have given us patient and demanding, nurturing and ever present, visionary love.  And, let us seek to be like them.