The Dream & The Oopsies

On this Martin Luther King Day I find myself reflecting on the many who give lip service to his dream and the too few who live the dream.

Far too many of those who voice support for equal rights cut and run if supporting equal rights proves inconvenient, or, perish the thought, costs them money. The ranks of the profits-over-people crowd remain sickeningly large.

I know one man we will call Oopsie. Oopsie, a church goer at that, voices support for equal rights, fairness, and human decency with a voice so sniffily sweet he could kill a diabetic at 100 yards. But when push comes to shove, or his income might drop a notch, his hypocrisy is revealed. Like too many others, he will preach one view as long as that view stands a chance of opening doors that will make him some money or at least not lose him any, the hell with equal rights, the Oopsies of the world say.

King’s remarkable I Have a Dream speech and the reality of his life is a reminder to all of us that the fight for equal rights requires much more than lip service. Whether by intention or default, the profits-over-people crowd – packed with Oopsies – does nothing more than support the very forces that deny equal rights.

And so on this day we pray the Oopsies among us grow their humanity; to contribute to the denial of equal rights is to diminish your own humanity and the humanity of others. In the meantime, those of us who do our best to live the dream, rather than just talk the dream, will keep on keeping on.

We miss you Martin.

We shall overcome.

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Happy Birthday Martin

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He would have been 81 today.

Since my childhood, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., born this day in 1929, has been a hero of mine. He has been an example, one I have not always successfully followed, in how to use the power of nonviolence to manage the forces of bigotry, hatred, evil and injustice.

While Dr. King left this world far too soon in 1968, his method of protest and his example of physical, emotional and spiritual courage will live on as long as the human race lives on. If the human race fails to learn the lessons he taught us, and fails to apply those lessons to the care of mother earth, the human race will do anything but live on.

I remember hearing an exchange Dr. King had with some young black activists who were debating the value of non-violence with him. Dr. King said the following. “Nonviolence is like water. If you have a fire and you throw a bucket of water on it and it doesn’t go out, it doesn’t mean water doesn’t put out fire. It means you need more water.”

He’s right.

It seems to me the same equation applies to the importance of keeping our voices raised in the disability civil rights struggle or the gay civil rights struggle and so on. If our voices are not creating change, it doesn’t mean the voices of the people don’t create change, it means we need more voices.

Happy Birthday, Martin. You are missed and loved by more people than you could have ever imagined.

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Gandhi’s Words: Be the Change

If you read the words of Mahatma Gandhi you are, if you allow yourself to hear and digest them, moved by their spiritual accuracy and, if you listen deeper still, struck by the enormous strength it takes to live them.

When I am filled with anger at an individual, group, policy, etc., I often turn to the words of people I admire and look up to. People like Gandhi, King, Mandela, Malcolm, and others like Brother Gregory Myles or Father Mychal Judge.  And so it was that this evening I found myself reading some of  Gandhi’s words. For example,“Hate the sin, not the sinner.” Not easy, and at times it feels damn near impossible. Sometimes I am able to live that distinction straight away, other times it takes me time. While I will always work to hate the sin and not the sinner, sometimes I am successful, sometimes I am not.

This evening I ran across another thing Gandhi said that was so remarkable it sent me into a gentle place of quiet stillness. He said, “You must be the change you want in the world.” I read this several times and then the tears came because his words are as true as life itself. And, if I am to be the change I would like in the world, then I must hate the sin and not the sinner, and also forgive the sinner, and that includes those who have wounded me.

Gandhi said, “The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.”  And, when you forgive and believe you are weak because you forgive, I say, If it is an act of weakness to forgive, then why is it so hard to do?

Remember what he said, “You must be the change you want in the world.”

I think that about covers it for now.

The Fortress of Don’ts

Giving yourself permission to go ahead and  be who you really are is no easy task. In fact, I’d guess most people, at least in the culture I live in, never reach the mark. Not for lack of trying. I think all of us, whether we realize it or not, are instinctively trying to set ourselves free. But free of what, you might be asking? Free of all the voices who said, Don’t, when you dared to be you, more often than not when you were growing up. Don’ts are like bricks.  They can add up. Like bricks, they can become huge walls, held together by the mortar of judgment. Next thing you know, if in fact you ever do know, you are trapped in a Fortress of Don’ts held fast by the mortar of judgment and you can’t find your way out. Hell, you might even think there is no way out. But there is.

One thing I have learned in life it is this. The large majority of us in western culture rely on the opinions of others for our sense of worth, without meaning too, without malice, some believe their worth is located in the kind of car they drive, or the neighborhood they live in, or the designer of the clothes they wear. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with liking a particular car or a particular designer or wanting to live in particular neighborhood, but if these things become the foundation of  your self worth, you are standing on a foundation that doesn’t exist. And as long as you stand there, real happiness and real fulfillment is out of reach. Why? Because you can’t stand on a foundation that doesn’t exist and be you at the same time.

I’ve just begun reading a book called, “The Heart of Buddha’s Teaching”, written by Thich Nhat Hanh. Hanh is a Vietnamese Buddhist Monk who now lives in France. While some of you may not have heard of him, someone you have heard of knew of him and deeply admired him. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. In fact, King nominated Hanh for the Nobel Peace Prize.

In the book, Hanh writes, The seed of suffering in you may be strong, but don’t wait until you see no more suffering before allowing yourself to be happy. When one tree in your garden is sick, you have to take care of it. But don’t overlook all the healthy trees. One of the phrases I teach is Remember to live. The two are joined, because both let you know that while we all have our struggles and difficulties and sufferings in life, the presence of beautiful things in life are there at the same time and you have a right to experience them. It is the Fortress of Don’ts that stops many of us from realizing this right. Outside the window near my writing table the day is beautiful. There is a breeze coming through the window that feels cleansing as it sweeps over me. If I allow myself to be defined by my current struggles and stresses, I will miss the beauty of the day and the cleansing of the breeze.

Now, you may well be asking (I know I would), how is remembering to live and not overlooking the healthy trees related to giving myself permission to be me? Good question. Because the Fortress of Don’ts begins to crumble when you remember to live. Why is this so? Because when you enjoy life in a truly healthy way you are being who you are. So, when you give yourself permission to see the healthy trees and rejoice in their presence, when you remember to live your life, the days are numbered for the Fortress of Don’ts.

PEACE

It is no coincidence that the majority of Christmas cards I’ve had the pleasure to retrieve from my mailbox this year have the word peace on them. In many respects, the word, peace, is my favorite word in the language. Not for its sound, mind you. I think the word Tuckahoe may be one of my favorites when it comes to a word’s audio reality.


With my country at war on two fronts, it makes sense peace is on the minds of many, in and out of my country.


Peace, real peace, comes in many forms. The human mind and body, relaxed and at ease. A society built on understanding and acceptance rather than judgment and harsh discipline. There is the peace that comes with the alleviation of hunger and suffering. There is the spiritual peace one feels when experiencing a sunrise or sunset. There is the peace one feels when holding hands with a loved one. There is something gentle and exquisite about hand holding. While I don’t think I’ve been as good at it as I would like to be, the wonder of it is not lost on me.


Then too there is something Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. once said: “True peace is not merely the absence of tension: it is the presence of justice.” It dawned on me, when I read that sentence of King’s, that there cannot be peace where there is injustice.


There is also the cautionary note sounded by Ralph Waldo Emerson in his essay Self Reliance. “A political victory, a rise in rents, the recovery of your sick, or return of your absent friend, or some other quite external event, raises your spirits, and you think good days are preparing for you. Do not believe it. Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.” While I am not sure that I entirely agree with him, I do agree that no one but you can bring you peace. It is in how you respond to and relate with the events in life, not so much the events themselves. Okay, maybe I do agree with Mr. Emerson. More thought required here.


I know that for me and quite a few others I know, this has been a brutal year. I have had been stabbed in the back by a nice array of slimy types, one or two so steeped in their own arrogance they don’t think I know it’s them that did the deed, and still others so oblivious to the fact their fellow human beings have feelings they are, I sadly suspect, beyond repair or redemption. Thankfully the repair and redemption parts are not for me to determine. Do I forgive them? Yes, of course I do. But do not for a moment think that forgiving them means I do not think they should be held accountable. They should be and they will be. Remember what King said about the presence of justice.

When I talked quite some time ago to Brother Gregory, a wonderful friend of mine, about my anger and hurt at being betrayed by some I trusted, he instantly right-sized me by saying, “Peter, people betrayed Jesus. What makes you think they won’t betray you?”


This has been a rather wandering and poorly written piece, and for that I apologize. I can attribute it to my still fighting off a fever but I think that would be a tad disingenuous on my part.


Here is what I can say, to all of you, including those that done me wrong,who read this blog. I do hope the day comes when peace, true peace, is your constant companion.



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