Reflections by Sharon Heath, Andrew Ramer and Bart Shulman
A Story Of Liberation
by Sharon Heath
Every year at Passover, Jews remember and re-tell the story of their slavery in Egypt and how God rescued them from bondage and brought them into freedom. The ritual retelling of the Passover Story is called a Seder. What I am about to tell you is the story of the passage from bondage to freedom of gay men and lesbians in the U.S. It is our Passover Story.
As I look around this room this morning, I’m struck by the fact that very few of us can remember how it was before Stonewall. Many of us have lived in San Francisco so long, or were born so recently, that we can barely believe that the Love that Will Not Shut Up was ever the Love that Dare Not Speak Its Name! So I want to tell you a short story about How It Used to Be and How It Changed.
The other day, I walked the dog in my neighborhood on a morning that was just right. It wasn’t too hot and it wasn’t too cold. It was just right. The sun was warm on my skin, the birds were singing, flowers were blooming. And then, I saw him: a thin man in his early 20s, standing in the middle of the street on this just right morning, barefoot, tattered, talking to himself, arms waving above his head like he was fending off a swarm of bees. As I walked near him, he turned an eye to me, and the look he gave me was wild. I had no idea what he was going to do next, what vision he was seeing as he looked at me. I found myself glad that my little guard dog DeeDee with me. As I turned the corner onto another street, I looked back and saw that he was taking off his clothes, still standing in the middle of the street. I wanted to help him — he was some mother’s son, not much older than my own — but I was afraid to and didn’t know how.
By Karen Kreider Yoder
FMCSF’s Green Team gave this “Earth Moment” on June 2, 2019.
If we cannot acknowledge the problem and mourn, we cannot change our actions and heal the Earth.
When I was a young girl in the 1960s, humans began producing plastic. Since then, our plastic use has grown steadily.
From 2000 to 2010, humans produced more plastic than ALL the plastic produced until then.
Plastics are so durable that the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) reports, “Every bit of plastic ever made still exists.”
By Joanna Lawrence Shenk
Pentecost Sunday, Acts 2:1-21
There is so much going on in this text that it’s hard to know where to start this sermon:
- with the violent wind
- or flames of the Spirit
- or people speaking in other languages
- or the prophetic words from Joel, with their apocalyptic imagery…
So I will start at the very beginning, “When the day of Pentecost had come.”
What was Pentecost to the Jewish people who were gathered? We know what Christians say about it. That it’s the birthday of the church, but it was a holiday long before Christianity existed.
I’m reading a book in which the author, Cheryl Strayed, talks about working with poor, white middle school girls who were deemed not just “high risk” but “highest risk” by the school they attended. These girls had had the roughest of lives before they were even technically teenagers. Poverty, incarceration, missing or drugged-out or abusive parents. They girls told her, as Strayed put it, “ghastly, horrible, shocking, sad, merciless things. Things that would compel me to squint my eyes as I listened, as if by squinting I could protect myself by hearing it less distinctly… Endless stories of abuse and betrayal and absence and devastation,” many of which were still happening. She told the girls that what was happening to them was not okay. It was unacceptable. It was illegal. And that she would call someone and that someone would intervene and this would stop. It never did. Not once did a police officer or a child protective service worker ever come and help any of the girls during the year that Strayed worked with them. Finally, Strayed asked a child protective services worker why no one came, and she explained that there wasn’t enough money to go around and so they had to do triage. They would intervene quickly with a child under the age of 12, but for those over that age, they put their name on a long list of children whom they hoped they could check up on someday when there was enough money to do so. The woman told Strayed that it would be better if the girls ran away from home, because there was more funding for runaways.