Bodies on the Line

April 13th, 2018 by JDVaughn Leave a reply »

Bodies on the Line

Richard Rohr
Friday, April 13, 2018

Your body is not an isolated, separate entity. We are our truest selves only in community—with our ancestors (carrying their stories and DNA), our natural environment, and our neighbors. We hold the mystery of transformation, “making up in our own body what still has to be undergone by Christ for the sake of the larger body” (Colossians 1:24). We are not in this alone, and our unique gift is essential to make the Body of Christ whole.
Today Barbara Holmes continues reflecting on the Black Lives Matter Movement (BLMM) and their evolving, embodied way of fighting for justice:
As the millennials will tell you, “This is not your grandmother’s Civil Rights Movement.” They are right. Although both the CRM and BLMM seek the betterment of life for black people and their communities and both resist oppression with contemplative practices and activism, they use different strategies and leadership models and seek different goals. . . .
The BLMM is a decentralized network of local organizations. . . . Patrisse Cullors, a founder of the BLMM, says, “We are not leaderless, we are leader-full.” [1] . . . It is difficult to infiltrate, undermine, or disrupt an organic movement that draws its power from regenerating communal cells. . . .
During the CRM, the blindness of dominant culture to the plight of the African American community meant that the message had to be delivered by one voice in language that white Americans could understand and support. Lives were at stake, and [Martin Luther] King’s biblical and patriotic references combined with his soaring oratory ignited the nation and inspired the movement.
Now, fifty plus years after the CRM, another approach is needed, and the BLMM like the LGBTQIA justice movements are updating the art of contemplative confrontation and noncompliance with the status quo . . . oppression and violence against black bodies. Today, the most respectable image that young protesters can offer is their authenticity, resolute voices, and pride in community and culture. . . . The BLMM uses disruption for transformation rather than the predictable politeness and political compromises that were part of the ordinary negotiations of social activists. . . .
They block traffic and refuse to allow “business as usual.” The response is not riot or violence, it is the twenty-first-century version of the sit-in. CRM activists got parade permits and stayed along the side of the road so as not to interfere with traffic. BLM activists “shut it down” with song, putting their bodies on the line. . . .
BLM activists are not singing “we shall overcome,” they are not saying “I am yet holding on” or “making a way out of no way” like the church mothers and fathers of old. They are saying “we ain’t gonna stop ‘til our people are free” and “I can’t breathe,” as they shut down malls and highways to stop the killing of young black men and women. [Far too often, by the very officers who are supposed to “protect and serve,” I might add.]

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April 13, 2018
The Spirit’s Voice
Anne Kayser (Oregon)

Jesus said, “I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, to be with you forever. 
This is the Spirit of truth.” – John 14:16-17 (NRSV)

The divisions at our church’s denominational conference mirrored the divisions in my own household. I saw good people on both sides of contentious issues.
A few days after the conference, I took my son to hear the Oregon Symphony perform one of his favorite works, Mahler’s 3rd Symphony. On the heels of the tension we had both experienced, the music became a visceral reminder of the Holy Spirit’s still, small voice. In one of the later movements of Mahler’s work, the principle trumpet was offstage, barely audible at times, but supplying the main theme for the piece — a sweet, longing melody calling to all who would listen. At times some of the other instruments picked up on the trumpet’s gentle theme and harmonized with it; at other times they almost drowned it out in a frenzy of dissonant notes.
I wondered, Which kind of instrument am I? At times I am so eager to voice my own opinions and positions that I nearly drown out God’s Spirit of truth, not to mention other people. But when I calm down enough to listen, that Spirit is still there, singing softly and tenderly. In fact, the Spirit is sometimes echoed by those I may be trying to verbally out-maneuver. Becoming an instrument of peace starts with listening for the Holy Spirit.

Today’s Prayer

Gracious God, thank you for sending your Holy Spirit to us. Give us ea

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