Creedible’s Spiritual Replacement

Hello devoted Creedible followers.

This is just a quick note to introduce myself.

My name is Ann Marie Somma and I’m the editor/community manager of HartfordFAVS (Faith And ValueS), which in September will become Creedible’s spiritual replacement.

Here’s a little of my background: I’ve been a newspaper reporter in Connecticut for more than 15 years. I’ve covered a host of beats and dabbled in religion news while at the Hartford Courant.

It’s my mission to make HartfordFAVS the place to find in-depth and informative reporting on religion news just as Creedible did under Tracy Simmon’s hard work and vision.

On HartfordFAVS you’ll find voices from diverse faith communities, some of whom are current Creedible bloggers and contributors.

I hope you’ll find HartfordFAVS informative, thought-provoking, and make it your go-to site for faith and values news in Connecticut.

I look forward to this new opportunity to serve you.

Feel free to email me at AnnMarie.Somma@ReligionNews.com or call me at 203-217-9510. You can also find HartfordFAVS on Facebook and Twitter.

Peace,

Ann Marie Somma

Olympic Fool’s Gold and Our Own Sinister Shadow

By Blogger Chuck Redfern

So let me get this straight: That cheerful gold medalist traded in her family for a despotic coach, ran the gauntlet of a grueling training regimen for a crippling sport, mugged for television cameras and cut carrots with Mom for the up-close-and-personal NBC portrayal of family intimacy — complete with violins — and threaded quirky rules and judges for … what? The elusive moment on the stand? The shining trinket? The chance at the Wheaties box?

Can anyone say: “It’s only a game”?

Forgive my ambivalence. Forgive my heretical thoughts even while I oooo and ahhhh over all the results of the hard-work, determination and dedication: Maybe the Olympic Games — especially summer’s gymnastics and winter’s figure skating — don’t only emblemize the sea-to-shining-sea America of our dreams. Maybe they reveal our dark side as well: relationships are trashed in a mad rush for “the gold.” Mary Lou Retton swings on uneven bars before amoral Wall Street brokers and Dorothy Hamill does a pirouette at AIG. It’s all about fame and glory and glory and fame: focus, concentrate and visualize. Think pedestal … and gold … and gold and pedestal and pedestal and gold…

Yet I vacillate. Those contortions and leaps transform the human body into momentary, living art — and the athletes smile so innocently between doping tests. Besides, how can you argue against the joy of McKayla Marooney, Kyla Ross, Aly Raisman, Gabby Douglas and Jordyn Wieber? Line them up with the young figure skaters and the case is closed: Anyone daring to say “yeah but” is the curmudgeon’s love child. They’re kids. Don’t you like kids?

Read full post here.

The Olympics and faith: Ancient wisdom, modern practice, part 2

By Blogger Linda Ross

It was late in the afternoon.  Our county wide running club had hired an Olympic coach for just one day.  The elite runners had the first group appointment at 8 a.m.  The rest of the members were assigned an hour long slot based on their average mile time from a recent 10K race.

My group, those who were the last to finish, had the final hour with the coach.

Going around the table, each asked the coach how to manage their various injuries or conditions while continuing to run.  When it was my turn, I asked how to be faster.  The coach said that first he needed to know what my injuries were, how often I ran, and my average number of miles covered per week.  I told him I ran daily, covered about 20 miles a week, and had no injuries.

He asked, “No injuries?  What are you thinking when you run?”

I told him that running is a time for me to ponder the nature of God, consider some Scripture that has touched me, pray for my children and myself.  In response he shook his head in agreement, then gave me some training ideas to increase my speed.

Our session concluded with out me having the opportunity to add that mishaps had occurred while running.  Each was healed through prayer, leaving me with complete physical freedom.  One time, lost in thought, I wasn’t paying attention to the road in front of me.  Stumbling on a pothole, I heard a snap in my foot and then fell.  At that moment, sitting on the pavement, I had a strong thought that I was not out of alignment with God.  Despite the circumstances, I felt at peace.  Then my foot was able to support my weight again and I completed the jog as usual with my running group.

The Olympic coach recognized in my experience the effect of  “athletics elevated to a spiritual plane” (see part 1 of this post).  This passage from author and spiritual pioneer Mary Baker Eddy describes my feeling that day, “You are not alone.  Love is with you watching tenderly over you by day and night; and this Love will not leave you but will sustain you and remember all thy tears, and will answer thy prayers.”

Pastor in Chief

By Rev. Josh Pawelek

I am a bit skittish about posting this piece. While I write about my involvement in legislative advocacy and social justice work quite a bit, it is rare for me to write about actual politicians, parties or political campaigns. I admit I’m fairly partisan in my political views. I lean far to the left and so do most of the people in my various circles. I write about issues and causes that are dear to people on the political left. But I don’t generally write about politicians. So I hope this piece doesn’t feel partisan, for that is not my intent. I’m not trying to make a political statement. I’m making an observation about what it means to offer a pastoral presence in the aftermath of violence. And I just happen to believe President Obama does it remarkably well.

During last winter’s furor over the provision in the federal Affordable Care Act that requires employers to offer health insurance that includes no-cost contraception (even when those employers are religiously affiliated institutions like schools and hospitals), some  conservative commentators started referring to President Obama as “Pastor in Chief.” For example, see the Rev. Joshua Gening’s February 28th blog post at First Things. In this instance and others, the phrase “Pastor in Chief” is sarcastic. It’s a negative criticism. It was uttered by people who felt the President was infringing on their religious freedom through the Affordable Care Act. They were not experiencing him as pastoral—not even remotely.

But in the wake of last weekend’s horrific shooting in Aurora, CO, I think “Pastor in Chief” might be an appropriate title for the President who appears to be demonstrating a remarkable pastoral sensibility.  I say this primarily in response to the speech he gave after visiting with victims and their families on Sunday.  While I don’t claim to be an expert in the art of pastoral care, I am a pastor and I know a few things. When the President said, “Words are inadequate,” he was speaking a truth most pastors know all too well. There is often nothing that can be said in the wake of violence and trauma. In fact, words are usually the least helpful thing a pastor can provide. The best pastoral care comes not through our words, but through our presence. When the President spoke of giving hugs, shedding tears and even sharing laughs he was describing a pastoral presence.

Read full post here.

The Olympics and faith: Ancient wisdom, modern practice, part 1

By Blogger Linda Ross

Ryan Hall is a Team USA Olympic marathon contender.  He’s also a man quite open about how his faith is influencing his training and event participation.  A recent New York Times feature about Ryan, “A Runner’s Belief: God is his coach”, included interviews with a swath of experts in this field as well.

Tim Noakes, exercise physiologist at the University of Cape Town commented, “The more stable you are as a human, the better you are as an athlete, and religion is a very stabilizing force.”

Apparently, discovering a more spiritual approach to sports is not new. Doing a little research on faith in sports for this post, I came across a guide called, ‘Gods and Games’.  It states, “ancient civilizations elevated athletics to a spiritual plane…”  The prophet Isaiah, writing about 740 B.C., observed: “But those who wait upon God get fresh strength.  They spread their wings and soar like eagles, they run and don’t get tired…”

Of course faith in sports is not something only for Olympians.  Tim Tebow, Jeremy Linn, Mark Warner, and many others openly give thanks to God for guidance and inspiration during training and game day play.  And those of us who admire their perseverance, talent, and strength – cheer them on.  We’re grateful to apply in our own lives, by some measure, the lessons they’ve learned in theirs.

Suffering and witness

By Blogger Rev. Josh Pawelek

Rachel Naomi Remen says “There is in life a suffering so unspeakable, a vulnerability so extreme that it goes far beyond words, beyond explanations and even beyond healing. In the face of such suffering all we can do is bear witness so no one need suffer alone.”

This statement, for me, begins to name the heart of what it means to be a religious witness. When someone is suffering, let us in the very least not turn away, not move on to the next agenda item, not think of the next thing we need to say. When someone is suffering, let us stay present to their pain; let us keep our focus on what has happened to them. When someone is suffering, let us stay with them, sit by their side, listen to their story, support them, encourage them. When we act as religious witnesses, we make suffering visible so that it cannot be ignored, denied or downplayed by anyone. When we act as religious witnesses we say to those who suffer, “you do not have to endure this alone.” When someone is suffering, in the very least, let us not turn away.

At the Unitarian Universalist Association’s “Justice General Assembly” in Phoenix, Arizona this past June, the language of witness was pervasive. To bear witness was the reason we went to Phoenix. Reminder: the Unitarian Universalist Association (UUA) holds its General Assembly every June in a different city. We don’t typically get as deeply involved in local or state issues during GA as we did in Phoenix, but Phoenix was different.

Here’s why: In April, 2010 Arizona became the first state in a string of states to pass a harsh, anti-immigration statute, known as SB1070. It gave local and state police unprecedented—and, according to the recent Supreme Court ruling, mostly unconstitutional— powers to enforce immigration law. It essentially made racial profiling legal (though its supporters deny this). When Arizona Governor Jan Brewer signed SB1070 into law, civil and migrant rights organizations in Arizona called for a boycott of the state. At that point, the UUA had to make a decision about whether to go ahead with our GA scheduled to take place in Phoenix in June, 2012. It was a hard decision, but in the end we decided to go to Phoenix, primarily because the civil and migrant rights organizations that were calling for the boycott invited us to come. “But don’t come and conduct business is usual,” they said. “If you’re going to come, come and bear witness to the suffering of Latino and migrant communities in Arizona. Come, bear witness against an inhumane, unjust law. Come, bear witness against abusive, unjust county prisons. Come, bear witness against a blatantly racist sheriff’s department. Come, but don’t turn away from the suffering and injustice taking place in Phoenix. Come, bear witness.

Phoenix is in Maricopa County, whose Sheriff Joe Arpaio is one of the most ruthless anti-immigrant law enforcement officers in the country, and who proudly identifies himself as “America’s toughest Sheriff.”

County residents, especially in the Latino and migrant communities, have complained bitterly about conditions in his jails for decades, especially his infamous Tent City Jail on Durango Street, where prisoners are confined to army surplus canvass tents. The Sheriff himself has measured the temperature in those tents at over 140 degrees on hot days. Those are good days to deny water to prisoners. In 1997 Amnesty International issued a report citing a long list of human rights abuses and condemning the practices at many of the Maricopa County prisons. This past May, the US Department of Justice filed suit against Sheriff Arpaio and the Maricopa County Sheriff’s Office, alleging that it discriminates against Latinos, uses excessive force, runs its jail unconstitutionally and has taken illegal action to silence critics.

At the Justice GA we heard from a woman named Isabel Chairez from the Neighborhood Defense Committee (Comites de Defensa del Barrio) of Tonatierra, an indigenous peoples’ cultural organization dedicated to community ecology and self-determination. Tonatierra was one of the organizations with whom we partnered to create Justice GA. Ms. Chairez told her story of being incarcerated at Estrella, Sheriff Arpaio’s jail for women next to Tent City. She said: “Last year, for working to feed my family, I was arrested at my home and my 3-year-old daughter witnessed the police handcuffing me and taking me away. I suffered the horrible conditions at Estrella … where I spent 3 long miserable months. At the time, I was 4 months pregnant and I did not receive adequate care and treatment. We were only fed twice a day … in the morning and late afternoon …. I ate what was given to us; even then I only gained 4 pounds by the time I was six months pregnant.

“I witnessed many ugly things inside that jail. The guards yelled at the women that didn’t speak or understand English. Verbal abuse happened all the time…. In December of 2011, women sued the county for this mistreatment…. One of the hardest things for me was that I was not allowed to walk around when I started feeling uncomfortable with my pregnancy. I was confined to the bed just like all the other women.

“One of my biggest concerns with the arrests, detention, and deportation is how parents are treated like criminals in front of their children. Think of all the children that are being separated from their mothers. My daughter is traumatized from seeing me arrested and taken away. Every time there is a knock on the door, she runs and holds on to me saying ‘Is it the police? I don’t want them to take you away.’”

Rachel Naomi Remen tells us: “There is in life a suffering so unspeakable, a vulnerability so extreme that it goes far beyond words, beyond explanations and even beyond healing. In the face of such suffering all we can do is bear witness so no one need suffer alone.” On Saturday evening, June 23rd, more than 2000 Justice GA attendees boarded busses that took them to the front gates of Sheriff Arpaio’s Tent City Jail. It was a peaceful witness. We did not attempt to block jail access. We did not engage in civil disobedience. We did not confront the Sheriff or his deputies. We did not confront the small band of counter-protestors—a few of them carrying guns—expressing support for the Sheriff.  We held candles. We chanted. We sang. Our leaders and our partners spoke about the human rights abuses and suffering taking place inside Tent City. They spoke about the culture of fear and cruelty the Sheriff’s Department has established in the county. They spoke about the backwardness and injustice of SB1070. They spoke about the need for comprehensive national immigration reform that upholds the worth and dignity of all people. This was our witness. More than 2,000 Unitarian Universalists—most of them wearing yellow “Standing on the Side of Love” t-shirts—doing our part to draw national and global attention to suffering and injustice, lending our collective voice and power to our partners in Phoenix, doing our part to “make what is invisible, visible …. what is deniable, undeniable ….  what is unseen, seen.”

That night on Durango St. there was no place else in the world I would rather have been. That night I was deeply proud to be a Unitarian Universalist and inspired to be part of movement to end mass incarceration and deportation; to build a more just and loving society.

The next day there was a man on the sidewalk outside the convention center with a sign that read “UUs: What Have You Done?” which I took to mean your presence here in Phoenix has changed nothing. You have accomplished nothing. On one hand he’s right. Justice GA did not end mass incarceration and deportation.  It did not shut down Tent City. It did not arrest Arpaio. We left Phoenix much the way we found it, and many communities there still live in fear of the sheriff’s department. Some have asked what good a nonviolent witness does in the face of this kind of power. Don’t we need to take more extreme Measures?

That’s a conversation worth having, but I see three things that happened at Justice GA that the man with the sign didn’t see. First, the historically, racially white Unitarian Universalist congregations in Arizona, and the historically, racially white Unitarian Universalist Association built solid, lasting, accountable, relationships with people of color civil rights and migrant rights organizations on the ground in Arizona: Puente Human Rights Movement, National Day Laborers Organizing Network, Mi Familia Vota, Arizona Worker Rights Center; Arizona Advocacy Network, National Council of La Raza, Somos Arizona, Tonatierra, Tierra y Libertad Organization and more. None of these organizations can achieve its vision of a more just and loving society alone. Relationships are essential. Relationships are the essence of successful movements. This kind of relationship-based participation in a national, multicultural, multilingual, multiracial and antiracist movement for social justice is new for Unitarian Universalists. It marks a level of growth in our faith we could barely imagine a decade ago. Justice GA is over, but the truth is we haven’t left Arizona. We are still there through the power of our relationships. The justice movement our partners started is now stronger.

Second, the man with the sign does not understand that 4,000 UUs came to Phoenix and realized that the kinds of injustices that exist there could happen anywhere. It’s called Arizonafication.  4,000 UUs, myself included, left Phoenix determined to build partnerships and coalitions in our own states, determined to halt Arizonafication in our own states, determined to bear witness to suffering and injustice in our own states. The movement for a more just and loving United States of America just grew stronger.

Finally, the man with the sign missed this: Our yellow t-shirts say “Standing on the Side of Love.” It’s not rhetoric. It’s not a cheap platitude. We really mean it. And while I’m sure Sheriff Arpaio and his deputies, and the counter-protestors with guns, and Governor Jan Brewer are capable of great love—loving their families and friends, loving their jobs, their mission, their state, their country—it is not a loving act to tear a mother from her child in the middle of the night. It is not a loving act to put a prisoner in a tent in the desert where the temperature rises to 140 degrees and then deny that prisoner water. It is not a loving act to confine a pregnant woman to a cot when she needs to walk. It is not a loving act to terrorize whole communities who want nothing more than to live in peace.  It is not a loving act to take pride in one’s ability to conduct racial profiling. It is not a loving heart that enjoys mass incarceration and deportation, even if it is legal. When we bear witness to all these atrocities and we say we are standing on the side of love, we mean it. Love matters. A loving heart matters. A loving community matters. A loving nation matters. If you ask me, maybe not now, maybe not next year, but some day, love wins. I believe it. What did we do in Phoenix? We did not turn away. We bore witness to love. It made all the difference.

 

Misunderstandings happen, a lot!

By Blogger Linda Ross

Sometimes they are small.  For example, last summer my husband and I were returning home from Italy.  It was an early flight, 6:55am.  Sitting on the other side of me was a college coed.  She let out a deep sigh.  I asked if she was returning home from a semester abroad, having spent most of the night packing and saying goodbye.

Apparently glad we understood her situation, she began telling us about how wonderful her time in Florence had been.  My husband asked, “So did you pick up any Italian?”  She responded, “Oh, two or three but nothing really serious happened.”  There was a pause in the conversation. Then at about the same time we all laughed recognizing that the answer had nothing to do with the intended question of learning the language.

But sometimes misunderstandings are larger and more pervasive, especially when we’re not familiar with the faith of others.

In the last week, I’ve read two articles that stated incorrectly that Christian Scientists are forbidden to choose any care but prayer or that they feel suffering is a divine will.  Through the years I’ve also  heard people say about my faith – that we’re the people who don’t go to doctors. Generally, a Christian Scientist’s first choice is to rely on prayer for healing because they’ve found it successful with past difficulties.

There is no biblical or church mandate to forgo medical intervention, nor do we believe that it’s God’s will that anyone suffer or die. A decision to rely on prayer comes from an understanding of Scripture as well as experience – not blind faith in God. God’s care continues under every circumstance.