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Our circle |
One of those days you want to remember. And give thanks.
It’s Sunday. Friends start to arrive. And arrive. We create our
circle. Bigger and bigger. Until it can’t grow bigger and people move to the
nearby pews.
Six of the Bread and Puppet cast members (that doesn’t sound
right…family members?) have come and share songs from the Sacred Harp book of
shaped note hymns. Earthy. Early.American.
We’re waiting for the one who may come to see us. To judge us.
To find us non-existent or non-sufficient and report this at the upcoming
meeting.
Our first reading is Isaiah 65: 17-25. We talk about New heavens and new earth. About the
world after being freed from occupation. When we speak of dying at a hundred years, remember our sister Gertrude who just died at 103. I remember how I used to visit her at her
senior citizen section 8 building until it went market rate and she got forced
out. Her years at the independent living facility in Hell’s Kitchen, the weekly
Friday afternoon happy hours where the
women flirted, the men enjoyed their scarceness and when dancing the years
disappeared while Gertrude had a glass of wine and we watched and laughed and talked. Her hundred year birthday
party and then finally moving to a remote nursing home facility in the Bronx
two hours away by public transportation. Too long since I last saw her…
We read:
They shall build houses and inhabit
them;
they shall plant vineyards
and eat their fruit.
They shall not build and another inhabit;
they
shall not plant and another eat;
for like the days of a tree shall the days of
my people be,
and
my chosen shall long enjoy[a] the
work of their hands.
They shall not labor in vain
And ponder what it means to live under occupation by another
power. To return from exile, from occupation and once again enjoy the fruits of
one’s own labor.
And finally,
The wolf and the lamb shall graze together;
the
lion shall eat straw like the ox,
and
dust shall be the serpent's food.
They shall not hurt or destroy
in
all my holy mountain,
A verse beloved by my Quaker relatives. Another
of those peaceable kingdom images typical of later Isaiah.
the peaceable kingdom |
I mention the famous paintings by Jonathan Hicks,
the peaceable kingdom series. So very much Pennsylvania Quaker. Reminding me of
my Uncle. My aunt. My cousins.
The Thessalonians passage raises another issue.
If anyone is not willing to work, let him not
eat. 11 For
we hear that some among you walk in idleness, not busy at work, but busybodies.
Said to be
Captain John Smith of the Plymouth colony's favorite Bible passage. These can be very dangerous
words. Sound like Tea Party republican
ideology. Until you realize they are in the context of community. How in community,
we all have to do our own share. And we recall issues in the #OWS West-Park
coop when people would not do their own share.
And I do like the criticism if the busy bodies.
And we end with the Gospel, Luke 21: 5-19. It’s
end of the world apocalyptic nature. The
prediction of the fall of the Temple. How people are always trying to say, now
is that time. They’ve been saying that for 2000 years and we’re still here.
But maybe it is the end of the world if you’re
in the Philippines and a tsunami wipes
you out. Or airplanes fly into your towers. Or US/NATO bombs you for 78
consecutive days. Or your best friend dies snorkeling off Mexico.
The end times visions remind me of Bread and
Puppet and their Shattered world. It’s visions wind in and out throughout my
service.
And then there is this….
12 But before all this they will lay their hands on
you and persecute you, delivering you up to the synagogues and prisons, and you
will be brought before kings and governors for my name's sake. 13 This will be
a time for you to bear testimony. 14 Settle it therefore in your minds, not to
meditate beforehand how to answer; 15 for I will give you a mouth and wisdom,
which none of your adversaries will be able to withstand or contradict. 16 You
will be delivered up even by parents and brothers and kinsmen and friends, and
some of you they will put to death; 17 you will be hated by all for my name's
sake. 18 But not a hair of your head will perish.19 By your endurance you will
gain your lives.
I read church councils instead of synagogues. We
know what that is like. It's what we are facing. As we approach Tuesday’s critical meeting, we know
betrayal. And that when we come to bear testimony…word will be given us. We do
not need to worry. Do not need to prepare. Well….
So …not a hair of (our) head will perish….and by
endurance we will gain (our) souls.
Sounds
pretty crazy to me.
Yes but it is us. We have endured. And we will prevail.
All the bad places of this Gospel passage…are
familiar to us…
I look around the room. The circle. Our West-Park
core. Friends from the Center board. Friends from the neighborhood. Sonnie from
Open Mic who sings the Messiah song he wrote and performed last Friday night.
All our Bread and Puppet friends. Danielle. All who came out to stand with us
in a time of test and trial. Our anticipated guest never shows. But it doesn’t
matter. Because we are here together. This is who we are. What our ministry is.
Not about rentals or performances. But relationships. Too bad he doesn’t see.
Doesn’t know.
We do some quick interviews for our presentation.
Who are you? Why did you come here? Why are you still here?
And then the Session stays around for one last
strategy session. Getting ready. It’s getting
closer..
I’m off for my wedding in Hoboken. My
Chinese-Puerto Rican EMT Spanish Harlem wedding. Back in time for another B&P
performance.
Berik and Leila have come tonight. Berik has the best review yet. He is very impressed. It is very realistic just like my paintings. Surreal realism. Exactly like life in Kazakhstan. I know those puppets. Look like people I know in Kazakhstan. Not the city, but the country, you know?
Berik and Leila have come tonight. Berik has the best review yet. He is very impressed. It is very realistic just like my paintings. Surreal realism. Exactly like life in Kazakhstan. I know those puppets. Look like people I know in Kazakhstan. Not the city, but the country, you know?
It was good to remember. Who we could be. Who we
already are. And how many care about what
happens. Who stand with us.
The anxiety runs deep.But our, my, spirits have been
lifted. Thanks for all who came.
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