Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.
Danielle is here and Stephen has
come in so that we can prepare for the annual Martin Luther, Jr. Day
neighborhood march from church to church. West-Park will be the third stop,
after SPSA. We’re expecting a large crowd. So we are chagrined to find Rachels’
stuff spread out all over the pews. And even more surprised to find that
her original carts have now tripled. RL had tried to tell me but I hadn’t
noticed. The original agreement was that she could move two carts in here and have
two days to get her most important stuff out that we would then box. Like that
was going to happen. A month later, she has brought three times as much stuff
in now. With no sign of stopping. Food, shredded papers, mouse droppings. We
gather her stuff up and move it to a corner.
She appears from the chapel, where
she is not supposed to be, calling it the dining room, and comes into the
sanctuary accusing us of having made a
mess of her things. I almost lose it as Andre and Jeremy, rehearsing for the march,
look up, wondering what’s going on.
I try to explain to her what the
problem is, like that is really going to get through. Then have to leave her
with Danielle as we scramble to get the scraps picked up. Danielle will tell
her anything not gone by Thursday is going out. It’s a health hazard. A fire hazard. She tells Danielle that
everything was fine until she came back from Iowa. And that Ha Shem would not
be kind to those who are mean to poor old disabled ladies. When I told her that
she had tripled her stuff, she says that’s what she has collected to sell to
help your church. But now, we will never know what grand plans she had to help
us. No, no, not now. She simply can’t see. And doesn’t flinch when Danielle
asks her what other congregation would let her spread her stuff out all over
the sanctuary. Enough. I’m done.
Soon the marchers start to arrive.
Jeremy leaning into the piano,leading into Woke up in the morning with my mind
fixed on freedom…Our new city council member Helen has arrived. She jumps in to
help pass out bulletins. Tells me she’s going to tweet this. There’s a
wonderful enthusiastic buoyancy to Helen as she begins her term as city council
member. As if this political world were a surprise package to be unwrapped and
opened up with excited anticipation. It is refreshing to have someone not yet
rendered cynical by the process, although she is certainly not naïve. It will
be interesting to see what she can accomplish.
Then I notice Rachel up front
handing out bulletins. Sigh.
There are signs like Economic
justice for all, with no exception. And given our collective commitment to food
justice, a sign demanding the restoration of food stamp benefits. I welcome the
marchers. Welcome Helen. Introduce our musicians, including a friend of
Jeremy’s on the cajon. I explain that
we chose food justice because you can engage the issue at every level of the
process: production, distribution, consumption….then I challenged Helen to work
with us on universal school lunch. ( I probably should have asked her to
speak…)
Here is what we read:
Dr. Martin Luther King,
Jr. Day March
Westsiders for Peace with Justice
West Park Church - January 20, 2014
“I have the
audacity to believe that people everywhere can have three meals a day for their
bodies, education and culture for the minds and dignity, equality and freedom
for their spirits."
- Dr. Martin Luther King,
Jr., American Civil Rights Leader
55 Ho, everyone who thirsts, come to the
waters;
and you that have no money, come, buy and eat!
Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.
and you that have no money, come, buy and eat!
Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.
2 Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread,
and your labor for that which does not satisfy?
Listen carefully to me, and eat what is good,
and delight yourselves in rich food.
and your labor for that which does not satisfy?
Listen carefully to me, and eat what is good,
and delight yourselves in rich food.
3 Incline your ear, and
come to me; listen, so that you may live.
I will make with you an everlasting covenant, my steadfast, sure love for David.
I will make with you an everlasting covenant, my steadfast, sure love for David.
4 See, I made him a witness to the peoples,
a leader and commander for the peoples.
a leader and commander for the peoples.
5 See, you shall call nations
that you do not know, and nations that do not know you shall run to you,
because of the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, for he has glorified you.
because of the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, for he has glorified you.
6 Seek the Lord while
he may be found,
call upon him while he is near;
call upon him while he is near;
7 let the wicked forsake
their way, and the unrighteous their thoughts;
let them return to the Lord, that he may have mercy on them, and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.
let them return to the Lord, that he may have mercy on them, and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.
8 For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
nor are your ways my ways, says the Lord.
nor are your ways my ways, says the Lord.
9 For as the heavens are
higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts
than your thoughts.
10 For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven,
and do not return there until they have watered the earth,
making it bring forth and sprout,
giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater,
and do not return there until they have watered the earth,
making it bring forth and sprout,
giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater,
11 so shall my word be that
goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty,
but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and succeed in the thing for which I sent it.
but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and succeed in the thing for which I sent it.
12 For you shall go out in joy,
and be led back in peace;
the mountains and the hills before you
shall burst into song,
and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
and be led back in peace;
the mountains and the hills before you
shall burst into song,
and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
13 Instead of the thorn shall come up
the cypress; instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle;
and it shall be to the Lord for a memorial, for an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.
and it shall be to the Lord for a memorial, for an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.
"Why should there be hunger and privation in any land, in any city, at any table when [we have] the resources and the scientific know-how to provide all [hu]mankind with the basic necessities of life? ... There is no deficit in human resources; the deficit is in human will."
- Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., in his Nobel Peace
Prize lecture
What happens next is amazing. I
was waiting for the group from Workcenter to arrive and sing but only Felicita
has made it so far. And she is ready to stand up and sing alone. So with a
piercing voice, she sings Ho, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters;…..and she
continues, the voice coming from a place very deep inside. It goes straight to
the heart. Andre looks transfixed.
When he gets up to sing again, he looks at her, looks at the congregation and says, that…..was….amazing…And we all finish and go out to Stevie Wonder’s happy birthday song for MLK, Jr.
Andre and Felicita |
Jeremy G and the Workcenter singers have finally arrived. George C
comes up and introduces himself. He’s wearing his hair quite differently so I
don’t immediately recognize the husband of our last administrator before the
crash. And I remembered the happy days when we hosted the annual kirking of the
tartans for the Caledonian club. How we’d retire upstairs for haggis and single
malt. The year they were joined by the Spanish celtic gallego bagpipers. And
the year George and Priscilla got my Brazilian associate Reggie and I fitted
for kilts. One year, I had to run to a meeting still in the kilt because my vote
was needed. My community organizer and Pittsburgh friend David said my entrance
was like Braveheart coming over the hill. Thanks Goerge, for those memories. He
tells me it’s two years since Priscilla passed.
I leave to catch up with the march, Andre and Felicita still deep
in conversation.
I return to join Kathrine and Mim and Ted and Asya in a meeting
with a consultant about how to get the story of the Center told and be
positioned for fundraising. We finish by giving him a tour.
Danielle is leaving for the day. Drained by Rachel. Who even though
we try to be caring are seen as hostile unless we do what she wants. And she
does play us. And, no I don’t want day old left over food from Starbucks. And
please don’t keep it here. No, please. I don’t really…Danielle tries very hard.
The situation is by definition crazy and we should stop trying to pretend it’s
otherwise. But damn it’s hard.
Bob and Workcenter singers |
Martin stops in. His mother Luli had been in to talk about the possibility
of their expanding operations. There’s a lot in the air.
Sonnie comes in with a full brood of teen and preteen children.
His stepchildren? The whole story, uh…well, hard to follow.
Berik has a new lock for the mezzanine where his classes will
begin.
It’s late. I’m heading up to see RL, but turn around and see Rachel
still here, luring in the shadows. You still here?
Pastor, I didn’t want you to be here alone. Do you wan tany food?
It’s from Starbucks. Here take some….
Rachel, please go.
I have a dream….he said….
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