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Our Underground group gathers from New York City, the Berkshires, Catskills, Maine and the Jersey Coast. Any of us who can be away are away. Typical New York August stretched out over months.
A lot of time is spent today talking about contemplation and….like say action. How the depths of contemplation can lead to action.
We talk about prayer. How true prayer is more listening than speaking. How Jesus learned things through listening. To others. And to God. That the fruit of the prayer is not in the prayer. We talked about Thomas Merton. How through prayer we find ourselves, love ourselves. How he said the one who begins in contemplation will end in revolution. And that prayer unleashes our power. Compassion and empathy as the fruits of prayer.
We talked about the difference between chanters and shouters.
We talked about hope. How it is not objective, it has no object, it just is. And it is, as the Bible says, not seen. (Hebrews 11:1)
Joel says we are living in a time of cold civil war. I describe my emotional state as quiet anxiety, not helped by our current system, our crazy electoral system in which a voter on Wyoming has 4 times the voting power as one voter in California. Hold onto hope.
We speak of the difference between meditation, emptying of all thought, and contemplation, single minded reflection. And what each leads to . And commit to following up on this conversation, deeper, next week.
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Walking through Central Park, there’s a new set of banners affirming the Park’s role in our lives.
The Presbyterian Health Education and Welfare Association continues to explore the potential collaboration between our Disabilities Network and the Black Women and Girls working group. Our Reproductive Options group also sees collaboration as helping to move us past pro-choice, to reproductive justice, a perspective that explores the social economic and bias pressures that push abortion rates in communities of color.
Tonight at the Democratic Convention is Kamala Harris’ night. Fine points of ideology and change theory aside, her story is a quintessentially American story. Immigrant parents from Jamaica and South Asia. Meeting in a march for justice. An extended family of various colors, cultures snd spices. An American story. Our story. That alone counts for something. As does a Presidential candidate's wife who is a teacher and believes in public education, not ending it. People who know us. Yes, that counts.
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