Hi all! It's been a hot minute since I wrote a blog post, but here it is!
I'm a Christian, a follower of Jesus. For me, one of the most sacred times of the year is Lent and Easter season. Lent, the time to prepare for the Resurrection and then Resurrection, of course! It is very easy for me to celebrate this time. It is also easy for the youth in detention to celebrate being Christian--95% of all the volunteers that come to detention are Christian. That means that it is hard for youth of other traditions to feel like they are being served. Luckily, we have Chaplain Robert Blanton, a Muslim chaplain, to aid us with our Muslim youth. But, the diversity of youth does not stop at Muslim or Christian. We have Jewish, Pagan, Wiccan, Inter-Faith, among others. It is my job to advocate for each and every youth so they can get their needs met.
This year, the biggest advocacy we have done so far is getting our Muslim youth's needs met regarding Ramadan. Ramadan started April 1 and ends May 1. During this sacred observance, Muslims around the world fast from sun-up to sun-down. That means about 5:30 in the morning for rising and about 8:30 for setting. No food, no water. Additionally, the fasting includes abstaining from anger. In fact, avoiding anger is considered a priority.
We have one youth who has dedicated himself to fasting during Ramadan this year. He is a fantastic young man--smart and funny. Also, very determined. He has been doing a great job! However, it started off shakily. He needs daily medication which was typically administered about breakfast time -- well after sun-up. Our job was to help detention imagine that they could indeed have someone get to him early, before sun-up, and give him his meds! And, thankfully, they did it. It is the first time that I know of that this accommodation has been made. I am grateful for the leadership who imagined creatively with us and were willing to bend.
Easter goes from Resurrection Sunday to just before Pentecost. Imagine if all the Christians around the world fasted from anger as those Muslims observing Ramadan do?! Wouldn't it be fantastic!
I am grateful to all of you for being willing to journey with us. Together, we help youth see the giftedness that is inherent within each one.
Climate change impacts local communities in almost every way. Worsening storms, however, bring immediate crisis. Hurricanes carry more water and churn at higher speeds when ocean water and the atmosphere is warmer. Hurricanes are cyclonic storms, and on land cyclones are tornados. Both storms need preparation and adaptation in communities to be ready.
For the climate cafe, five experts joined in the conversation to talk about what cyclonic storms are, why these storms are impacted by climate change, how communities can prepare an respond in the aftermath. The full article and video is here: Plan. Prepare. Pray. Share.
Conversation about climate change can be challenging. Preparing, adapting...unwelcome change. Even so there are opportunities to talk about hope, about the strength of people to help each other, and of the opportunity of community leaders to help and encourage others. It is also true that as we work to prepare and care for each other, we can build cleaner, greener communities for all.
Learn more about hurricanes and preparation by clicking over to the article.
I'm catching up with some of the work from Faiths4Future Climate Cafe Multifaith. As Steward of Climate at Circle Faith Future, one of the things I do is reach out to connect with others in the wider network of folks working on climate in community. One of those efforts--all volunteer--is the Climate Cafe Multifaith.
I want to share and boost some of the great conversation going on in the Climate Cafe space with some sharable social media that I hope helps get folks thinking about and talking about the Climate Crisis.
In February the conversation focused on EcoGrief. Here are some key quotes from the Cafe. I really encourage you to read more on the Faiths4Future site: EcoGrief and Acts of Beauty.
“We are all wounded when the land that we’re connected to, and that we love deeply, is wounded.”—Rev. Alison Cornish
I really appreciated Rev. Alison Cornish's words here. She was speaking of her own experience with the destruction of land she loved when farms and native trees were destroyed to build warehouses.
I also appreciated also the words of Trebbe Johnson:
“How do we find and make beauty even when it seems on the surface that there’s nothing there and it’s just a waste?”—Trebbe Johnson
Trebbe shared practices developed over many years, practices of going to broken places in the world to offer gifts of beauty. These practices of Radical Joy invite us to see, remember, and in some ways restore the beauty that is still of this earth even when humans cause harm.
I invite you to read the articles and check out video from this Cafe.
Many folks do not realize how important a steady climate is for farming and food production. Many of us see plants growing everywhere and it is easy to think that plants will just grow. We imagine that wheat and corn and peaches and cauliflower just take seeds and a watering can. The reality is more complicated. Food systems left local farms and small gardens long ago, and now our food is grown by large agri-businesses. These agri-businesses have benefited from thousands of years of soils enriched by sun and rain. They thrived in a stable climate that brought an expected range of heat, cold, and rain. That stability is now changing.
To try to get a sense of the scope of the Food/Climate issue, the Climate Cafe Multifaith hosted a conversation. Read about that conversation here: Global Food Systems and Moral Action.
Andrew Schartz is the Director of Sustainability and Global Affairs for the Center for Earth Ethics. He has been one of a collaborative team of folks across the globe tackling the food systems in the Food + Faith Dialogues.
Andrew Schwartz offered both warnings and encouragement at the Climate Cafe. The warnings are clear, we need to address climate change as well as diversify our food systems. The encouragement was also clear, we CAN do this! Folks are paying attention and motivated to make the changes we need.
One of the best paths of hopefulness is to increase support for local farms and locally produced food. Sharing home-grown food with neighbors is a great way to celebrate strength in community!
What we need to think most about is the injustices in the system. There is enough food produced on the earth to feed everybody--everybody. But some communities have way too much, while other communities do not have enough.
I invite you to read the article and check out video from this Cafe.
I'd like to share a long story with you if you have the patience for it about why I do this work:
While playing Spades with some kids in juvenile detention, I could feel a shift in the room’s energy. What started as a noisy carnivalesque environment during free time abruptly tilted. I felt a sacred veil fall between us and the world, making our card table, the altar in the Holy of Holies.
But let me return to the beginning.
That night, I was happy to go to juvie. I knew that James1 was leaving the next day to go home. Home to his family and loved ones. I walked through the iron gates of the sally port, heard the heavy weight of the doors opening and closing with loud thuds and pops that incite a trauma response in the calmest hearts. Descending the steps, I wondered, "What will James do first when he leaves?" I thought for sure it would be food related. In my experience, most young folks want good food when they leave...whether that is a McDonald's hamburger or grandma's home cooking.
I walked down the long hall to James' unit. Peering through the thick glass as I passed the living units, I could see that it was free time—everyone was milling about, talking, laughing, making phone calls, watching tv. It was the only hour in the day where they could completely choose their own activities. I found James and we persuaded two other young men to play spades with us. Sitting down, I began dealing the cards and asked James my trivial question: "What is the first thing you are going to do when you get out?"
The answer surprised me. I thought I was beyond surprise, but here it was once again returning to me like a nagging mother. James whispered, "I wish I was going home to a normal family."
I felt a record scratch in my heart. The moment pivoted and became extraordinary. I felt the sacred veil descend upon our table, holding us together as beloved community. Listening and holding this new piece of information, I did not let a single muscle twitch in my face nor did I stop dealing the cards or playing the game. But I knew, we were starting an entirely different game, new to all of us—the Hunger Games of the soul.
I replied, "How so?"
His answer shook me to the core.
Clearing his throat, he answered, “I’m going home to live with my mom. The problem is that I’ve been here, getting clean and she’s a meth addict. I don’t want to use drugs again. But, I know that when I go home, she’ll invite me to do drugs with her and I don’t think I’m strong enough to say no.”
Bloody hell. Why should a kid have to say no to this? To their parent?
I asked about his dad. He told me that his father was a gang member and that if he went to be with his dad, he didn’t think he would live past the age 21.
Can your heart actually beat out of your chest? Because it sure felt that way.
As James’ opened up, the other two boys in our card game took it in. His sharing prompted them to begin their own sharing. One child witnessed his mother’s rape and his father’s murder. He was in jail because his temper kept overflowing. The last child at the table said nothing. It is hard to say why he was silent. But he was listening.
We all kept playing the game. Putting our cards on the table.
The conversation began to return to normalcy. Our hour was up and it was time for them to go to bed and for me to leave. The sacred veil become a shroud of hopelessness as I walked through detention, dragging it with me like a dirty blanket. This was bad. I was running through all the statistics I know about incarceration. These boys had all the markers of endless prison. They were young men of color caught in a racist system, undereducated and likely to never receive a diploma or GED, and from families of violence, drugs, and poverty. They were at the perfect intersection of “society doesn’t give a damn” and “parental failure.” Where is the hope in that? Where is the hope for them?
My drive home was tortuous. I called my family and let them know that I was coming in hot and they should probably leave me alone so I could work it out. Rather, I needed them to give me space so I could find myself again.
At home, I put myself to pen and paper and began writing. I wrote of bloody, vulturous hyenas and their prey, murdered children. I channeled the darkest writings of lament in the tradition of the Davidic Psalmist, taking the society to court and finding them guilty of murderous, death-dealing. However, the “so what” reared its ugly head. What does it matter if they are guilty? If we are guilty? Guilt doesn’t change anything for James. It was all just too horrible.
Sitting in despair, an image came to me. An easter lily floated down from the sky and landed gently at my feet. Maybe it plopped but I imagine that I remember it floating. There it was. A classic, White Heaven lily, laying at my feet. I wanted to skewer everyone with a flaming sword of vengeance and I got a flower? What the heck!
I pondered the lily with more than a little consternation. It occurred to me that there is nothing in that flower that I can use to punish people for their wrongs. Nothing. It seemed useless. If I hit them with the lily, what are they going to do? Thank me for the perfume?
The realization slowly came. The answer is the lily. Flowers are gentle and beautiful, inviting kindness and wonder. Even more, Easter is a promise that our own lives can be resurrected. Transformation is possible. Statistics do not control lives and the possibility of revolution is real, no matter what the numbers say.
I don’t know where James is today. I hope that he is thriving somewhere. The reality is that I will never know the outcome of 95% of the young people I work with. That can be hard. I occasionally dip back into that dark night of the soul, but I will never forget the image that was gifted to me. It inspired me to create the Youth Chaplaincy Coalition of Circle Faith Future and it is my motivation to continue the work even when the world seems more like a rabid hyena than a gentle lily.
Thank you for reading!