Monday, April 23, 2018

She Talks to God



"Jesus said: 'I am the Good Shepherd. A good shepherd lays his life down for the sheep. . . . I know mine and mine know me. . . And they will hear my voice.' " -[ John 10: 11-18].


I have friends who know that I write in this space, and they ask me, How do you possibly have anything new to write each week?

The Truth is, there is NEVER any shortage of misperception, or downright vilification, of Christianity.

In February, 2018, one of the hosts of the popular talk show "The View", Joy Behar, called Vice President Mike Pence "mentally ill" for saying that he talks to Jesus.

During this conversation, Behar stated that "hearing voices" is a mental illness. Then she said that, "It's one thing to talk to Jesus. It's another thing when Jesus talks to YOU."

The thing is, a central part of being a Christian is to pray. That is "talking to God", (or Jesus), right?

But, as another panelist, Sherri Shepard clarified, "As a Christian, that's just par for the course. You talk to Jesus, Jesus talks back."

The thing is, a central part of being a Christian is to pray. Prayer IS "talking to God", (or Jesus), right?

This "talking to God" is not some sort of New Age-y, "Whoo-Hoo" practice. Prayer and a relationship with Jesus are central to being a Christian.

If anyone is willing to lose the sarcasm and really read this Scripture, they will see that talking to Jesus,  and gaining a relationship through prayer, go all the way back to the beginning of Jesus' ministry.

I have a girlfriend who was trying to help her son make a decision in his life. A non-believer asked her, "Have you decided yet?" My friend said, "We are waiting on God."  The non-believer shot back, "Yeah?! How's THAT working for 'ya?"

I think that some are skeptical of this "talking to God", because they wrongly paint it in black and white. Non-believers think that Christians sit around just thinking and praying, and that Christians believe they can be totally passive and nevertheless, expect God to rescue them.

But, we do have gifts and talents - and we are never, as Christians, expected to check our brains (or brawn) at the door.

It can be hard for Christians to explain this "talking to God" practice. What could we possibly "hear"? How is this "talking to God" any better than pouring our hearts out to a lifeless journal or to a pet dog who has no idea what we are saying?

I remember when my life fell apart several years ago. I ran to the pastor my husband's church,  in a panic and said, "God is GONE!" The pastor said, "God is NOT gone. BUT, how often do you talk to Him?" Then, when I began to pray regularly, I ran back to the pastor in a panic and said, " I am spooked and terrified, because NOW God is answering me!" The pastor chuckled and said, "Oh. You'll get used to it!"

It became clear over several months, that as childhood traumas came back to haunt me, as my dad died abruptly, I took on my mother who was terminally ill, my chronic lung disease came roaring back, my best friend died, my mother-in-law died, and we lost all our pets within a month - that I could not handle all this alone. I needed to feel that the steadying presence of God in my life was accessible. I needed a Rock to stabilize me.

The pastor told me that my Soul was terribly wounded. That was actually a relief to hear. In our modern, secular life, we forget that we even HAVE a Soul. I could try to eat better, get rest, talk through my losses, even take up yoga but why was there still this intense pain like a cancer inside of me?

So - Who would heal my Soul? As I tried to talk to God and I went through my days, I kept hearing, "Only say the word and my Soul shall be healed."

Back I ran to the pastor. He told me, quite simply, "THAT is the call to Communion." It became clear, I had to join the church. I had sat on the fence for too many decades, not participating in the church service fully. I needed to receive the Eucharist.

I have "heard the Voice" of Jesus since then - When my best friend lay dying, but in a far away city, I didn't know she was so close to death. I "heard", "It is soon finished." A day or so later, I received word that she had died. Those are the words that Jesus said before He died on the Cross. I needed to hear that; Jesus died and went to Heaven first, FOR us, so that we may, too. I miss my friend every day, but I know that I will see her again.

More recently- a Christian friend is facing some serious health issues. She prayed and "heard", "The later house will be greater than the former house, and in this place will I give peace and prosperity." -[Haggai 2:9]. What does this mean? Will she recover her health and be better than ever before?

I cannot wait to see what God's Plan is for her.

[Related Postings: "The Shepherd's Voice", 5/8/17; "Hearing the Shepherd's Voice", 4/19/16; "Where is My Flock?", 4/29/12; "His Flock", 5/16/11].

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Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Is Jesus Real?



"The way we may be sure that we know Him [Jesus] is to keep His commandments. Those who say, 'I know Him', but do not keep His commandments are liars, and the Truth is not in them. But whoever keeps His Word, the Love of God is truly perfected in Him." -[1 John 2: 1-5A].


People in Biblical times debated, even when He was alive- - who Jesus was?

"When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Philippi, He questioned His disciples, 'Who do people say the Son of Man is?' They replied, 'Some say John the Baptist; others say Elijah; and still others, Jeremiah or one of the prophets.' "-[Matthew 16:14].

When Jesus came back to earth, to make Himself visible to His disciples, "they were startled and terrified and thought that they were seeing a ghost." - [Luke 24: 35-48]. It took even the disciples many encounters to grasp that Jesus really is the Son of God.

Today, some people claim that believing in Jesus is just about as rational as believing in fairies or unicorns. I have to say that that total dismissal of Christianity hurts my heart.

But I had received plenty of sarcasm and disbelief growing up. When I was young, my parents dutifully took me to church each Sunday, had me baptized, made sure  I received my First Communion, then had me Confirmed. As soon as that was all done, their attitude was that "we had been there, done that." My family identified as Christian - as in "not Jewish", "not Buddhist", etc. But I was confused as to what that really meant? Was it just a label?

After awhile, my mother began telling me that "Christianity is the opiate of the masses." It took me quite awhile to understand what she was even talking about. But after many conversations, she made it clear that religion was for folks who had no intelligence or money or prospects in life. When you have nothing going for you, she explained, the only way society can keep the dissatisfied from rebelling was the illusion of religion. (Ouch!)

Today, I see people trying to deny that Jesus even existed. Important archaeological work is ongoing, to prove Jesus really lived and breathed and walked among us. (In 2016, a tomb long-believed to have been Jesus' own was dug into and examined, in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem's Old City).

In the end, whether that tomb, or the Shroud of Turin, prove Jesus' existence, it all comes down to personal belief: Even if we prove that Jesus lived, WHO was He and what does His Life mean to us?

What sometimes ensues, for some of us, is a kind of spiritual risk-reward analysis -- "I cannot prove the existence of God, or of His Only Son, Jesus. But I cannot disprove it, either." And so, how to live? As Albert Camus said, "I would rather live my Life as if there IS a God, and die to find out there isn't, THAN live as if there isn't and die to find out there IS."

Surely, a Christian Life is not easy. People look at me like I have lost all of my intelligence and common sense. On the new hit show Silicon Valley, a character tells a co-worker, "You can be openly polyamorous and people will call you brave. You can put micro-doses of LSD in your cereal and people will call you a pioneer. But the one thing you cannot be is a Christian."

Christianity has always been a persecuted status. It STILL is. Christianity has also always been misunderstood - as an illusion of Peace, as an affront to civilized society, as a radical foolishness.

Then, the question becomes not just WHO do we believe in, or WHAT to believe, but HOW to live?

I come back to this Scripture in 1 John:  HOW do we know Jesus and who He is? - By keeping His commandments. What are His commandments? - Jesus said: " A new commandment I give you, love one another as I have loved you." - John  13:34.  And, Paul said, "And now these three remain: Faith, Hope, and Love; but the greatest of these is Love." -[ 1 Cor. 13:13].

This Love has saved me, has saved my life. I received no Love as a child. My whole childhood, no one in my family ever hugged me or said, "I love you". I went to school with black eyes. I went hungry. I had no friends.

To know Jesus is to know Love. I always loved my parents, they gave me life. But they seemed incapable of Love. As a two year old, I moved on- I raised myself, finding food, putting myself down for naps. As an adult, I have found, in the model of Jesus, the capacity to love and be loved. I am now married. I got my education. I am a mother, a friend, a sister-in-law, an aunt, a neighbor, a concerned citizen.


If anyone twists Christianity into something other than Love, they do not know Jesus, and they do not tell the Truth. For the Truth IS Love.

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Sunday, April 8, 2018

Peace Be With You



" On the evening of that first day of the week, when the doors were locked, where the disciples were [in fear], Jesus came and stood in their midst and said to them, 'Peace be with you.' When He had said this, He showed them His hands and His side. The disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord. Jesus said to them again, 'Peace be with you.' As the Father has sent me, so I send you.'  And when He had said this, He breathed on them and said to them, 'Receive the Holy Spirit.' " -[ John 20: 19-31].


In John 20, the disciples are locked in an upstairs room, in the throes of a fear that they, too, might be crucified.  As soon as Jesus literally walks though the door and the walls to encounter them, the disciples know Jesus by His wounds. . . . By His wounds. . . .

Later in John 20, the disciples tell Thomas, who was not with them at the time, "We have seen the Lord." But Thomas says to them, "Unless I see the mark of the nails in His hands and put my finger into the nail marks and put my hand into His side, I will not believe." -[John 20: 25].

A week later, Thomas encounters Jesus, who tells Thomas, "Put your finger here and see my hands, and bring your hand and put it into my side, and do not be unbelieving, but believe." -[John 20: 27].

I grew up in a family who could admit to no wounds. There was a private war going on in my home, but when teachers became alarmed at my unnatural quietude, my mother told them firmly, "She is just quiet. You know, 'Still waters run deep.' "

My parents lectured me that we were superior: Translate- We were NOT Italian, black, Jewish, poor, immigrants, uneducated. . . .

I was expected to get straight A's. Once, I received a B or even a B- in one class. I knew I would be reprimanded at home. My mother lectured me, "Next time, you will get an A".

In my family, there were to be no wounds, no mistakes or even accidents, no signs of weakness whatsoever.  Everything was "my fault", even if it wasn't. If I made a mistake, my mother would say, "Why did you do this?"  If I fell down, my mother told me, "Get up. Don't cry. You are not hurt." - even with blood running down my leg.

When I graduated from school and took a job at a bank, I wanted to be the "perfect" bank officer. I dressed the part, in my gray suit with matching gray pumps and my perfect silk blouse. I was calm, professional, clinical, logical. But once, I let my guard down.  I was dealing with an unyielding employee in the back office. I came racing out of his workstation, angry and rather loud. I felt ashamed, until my wonderful assistant of many years turned to me and said, " So. You ARE human. Actually, I like you better when you are angry." What a revelation to me.

Jesus is known and beloved even though on a secular level, He "failed". Actually, He is beloved for that very reason.

Jesus is spectacularly, violently wounded. And so are we, on so many levels.

I always wondered how Jesus could possibly have said, "Peace be with you", when he had holes in his hands and sides, nail marks in his fingers, and when He as God's beloved Son was humiliated, crucified and vilified by an angry mob.

But in this first encounter with His disciples after the crucifixion, He literally breathes Peace upon them. The Holy Spirit, the Advocate, the Counselor, stays with them, even as Jesus is "gone", but not really ever "gone".

I realize that Jesus' wounds are proof that I can be quite wounded myself, far less than Perfect, and I will never be alone.

What we are called to believe in is the Truth of His wounds. We are called to believe that we have essential worth, despite our own wounds. We are called to believe in the God who says, " I am the Lord your God, you are my People and I will walk with you."

We are called to believe that the possibility of Redemption and Resurrection are as real as our wounds, His wounds.

We are called to believe that "The possibilities of God begin precisely where human possibilities end." -[Archbishop Blair.]

We are able to finally see and believe that as faulty human beings, we cannot do it all alone and we don't have to! We are allowed to be faulty - in fact, we are supposed to be imperfect. We are, by definition, only human.

In this age of "the tyranny of the individual", it is fashionable to believe that the individual alone can be all, do all, transform all.  But what a huge weight on our shoulders to believe that we are "it". I am fully aware of my faults, weaknesses and wounds. When I fear that I am to accomplish the utmost, nevertheless, I get anxious, confused and depressed.

But, the very Source of my Peace is when Jesus shows me Himself, wounds and all, and says, "Lean on me. " He bears life's wounds WITH us and FOR us. That gives me Infinite Hope.

[Related Postings: "Without a Doubt", 4/26/17; "The Benefit of the Doubt", 4/29/14; "His Divine Mercy", 4/7/13; "The Truth of His Wounds", 4/13/12.; "Doubt", 5/1/11].

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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Killing Him Softly



" My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?" -- [Mark 14: 1-15:47].


Each year during Holy Week, I get depressed over the fact that Jesus was murdered. I ask myself if the Crucifixion could happen again?

Other Christians tell me that I am not personally responsible for Jesus' Crucifixion.

But I believe that we are all responsible. Jesus, God's only Son, died as a sacrifice for our sins. We ALL fall short of the Glory of God.

But there is more to this than that simple, central tenet of Christianity.

In Matthew 25: 31-46, Jesus tells His disciples, "Depart from me, you who are cursed. . For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.  . I tell you the Truth, whatever you did NOT do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me."

Walking past a stranger who is hungry, cold, thirsty, or sick is doing these things TO Jesus. Complacency or outright selfishness have the effect of killing Jesus.

Or, how about the disciples in the Garden of Gethsemane? The disciples are holy and devoted followers. But when Jesus asks them to keep watch for just one hour, the disciples fall asleep. "Falling asleep", not paying attention to the call of Jesus,  has the effect of killing Jesus.

Then comes Judas Iscariot, who was the disciple entrusted with their money bag. Judas agrees to signal who Jesus is, to the arresting soldiers, in exchange for 30 silver coins. Greed, putting money over matters of the soul, certainly over Love, has the effect of killing Jesus.

"Many testified falsely against Jesus" -[Mark 14: 56].  Telling lies about Jesus and about who He is -- uttering blasphemy-- has the effect of killing Jesus.

Then, Peter denied Jesus three times - 1) "I don't know or understand what you are talking about." 2) A girl saying, ' This fellow is one of them', and "again [Peter] denied it. 3) "[Peter] swore to them, ' I don't know this man you're talking about.' "  Denying Jesus has the effect of killing Jesus.

"The crowd came up and asked Pilate to do what he usually did. " -[Mark 15: 8].  Pilate "wanted to satisfy the crowd [and] released Barrabas, [in exchange for Jesus.] He had Jesus flogged and handed Him over to be crucified. -[Mark 15: 15].  Going along with the crowd, yielding to popular pressure, passively doing things the "usual way" without regard to Justice, has the effect of killing Jesus.

"They crucified Him. Dividing up His clothes, they cast lots to see what each would get."  -[Mark 15: 24].  Coming to Jesus, only to see what can be selfishly gained from HIM has the effect of killing Jesus.

"They crucified two robbers with Him. Those who passed by hurled insults at him, saying, 'Come down from the cross and save yourself!'  . . The chief priests and the teachers of the law mocked Him among themselves: 'He saved others, but He can't save himself!' " -[Mark 15: 29-31]. Mocking Jesus, manipulating Gospel truth to substantiate one's disbelief, have the effect of killing Jesus.

The Notes to my Study Bible say, "Who was guilty of Jesus' death? In reality, everyone was at fault. The disciples deserted Him in terror. Peter denied that he ever knew Jesus. Judas betrayed Him. The crowds who had followed Him stood by and did nothing. Pilate tried to blame the crowds. The religious leaders actively promoted Jesus' death. The Roman soldiers tortured Him."

Who is responsible for Jesus' death today? Anyone who mocks Him, denies Him, falls asleep despite His call, anyone who follows the mob mentality of the crowd.  Anyone who becomes complacent to the face of Jesus who resides within the lonely, the marginalized, the hungry, the poor or the desperate. Anyone who puts greed and personal gain over the preciousness of the Soul. Anyone who lies or twists the Truth about who Jesus is.

Could Jesus be crucified all over again? I believe that He could . . .

[Related Postings: "Our Own Role in the Passion", 4/10/17; "Why Did Jesus Have to Die?", 8/31/14; "Who Killed Jesus", 5/7/14].

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Sunday, March 18, 2018

I Hate Evil


" Amen, amen, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains just a grain of wheat; but if it dies, it produces much fruit. Whoever loves his life loses it, and whoever hates his life in this world will preserve it for eternal life." -[John 12: 20-33].


A few years ago, I met someone who knew a classmate of mine, a girl who was in my fifth grade class. We are all adults now, or at least I thought so. I told this someone, "Tell her that I say hello." The message came back from this former classmate, to tell me that she was WAY more popular than I was in fifth grade.

At first I was annoyed. Why did this former classmate have to remind me of this somewhat painful time in my life? It was like a cosmic "Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah!" - from decades ago.

In fifth grade, I was ten years old. My beloved grandfather had died. I had largely stopped speaking, because I had given up on the capacity of any human to love me. I had numbed my emotions, telling myself, "I touch no one, no one touches me." I was trying to find food, and to stay safe from my brother's bullying. Being popular in class was the farthest thing from my mind.

Then, I actually had to chuckle . My former classmate was still caught up in being popular, a human construct of this World. Being "popular" was never something I had the energy to focus on. It was never my goal. It is still irrelevant to me.

What I wanted were the very things of survival. And most especially unconditional Love.

I had died to Self at such a young age, not thinking anything of myself, not wanting attention, worldly accolades, or acclaim.

As I began processing so much trauma from my childhood, I entered new territory. I gradually found myself becoming depressed. The very existence of Evil in our World brought me low, into a dark despair.

As I left my cocoon of trauma, all of the traumas from my childhood melded with all the evils of our world - the hunger of children, war, weapons of mass destruction, genocide, racism, sexism, greed, bitterness, egoism, the inhumanity of unbridled technology. I became depressed that these conditions even existed in our World.

And yet, at the same time, I was acutely aware that I am blessed to even be alive. I had come close to dying so many times - at birth almost not coming into this world alive, at four nearly drowning, at 18, at 22, at 42, at 44. . . facing down the prospect of death.

I almost wanted to say, "I HATE my Life", but my husband raised his voice at me: "How DARE you say that?!"

I know in my Heart that God does not want us to hate the Life that has been given to us. He wants us to recognize our Life as the precious Gift it is.

Attempting to reconcile this World with the Perfect is like trying to reconcile Evil with Heaven. I think that I almost cannot hold both Worlds in my head at the same time, they are so far apart.

One beginning step is for me to stop being so concerned with the trappings and reputation of this Life. Perhaps I have more expensive clothes than someone else, or a better car. It doesn't matter. Perhaps someone doesn't really like me. Finally, as a mature adult, I am okay with that. Maybe whatever that person believes is so dear is not important to me? Or maybe, that person does not even know my Heart?

I pray the Serenity Prayer daily, especially the part that says, "Taking, as Jesus did, this Sinful World as it is, not as I would have it." Accepting Evil does NOT mean I have to like it. It does mean, Evil simply IS. I cannot work against Evil, if I cannot admit that Evil is out there.

I live in the Present, but I also believe that I have the chance to go to a Perfect, Divine place in the next Life,  all because Jesus died and rose there; He went to Heaven first, FOR us.

I finally believe that I am not SUPPOSED to love all that is wrong with our World. The fact that I hate the Evil of this Life means that I have a right(-eous) sense of what is Good, a firm grasp of what it means to reach for the Divine.

The notes to my Life Application Study Bible say, "We must disown the tyrannical rule of our own self-centeredness, [and] lay aside our striving for advantage, security and pleasure [at all costs]."

As I die to my own selfish striving, I have time, and room in my Heart, to fight against what is wrong in our world, to love others, and to make a difference in this Life, no matter how small.

[Related Posting: "Losing My Life", 9/3/17; "Hating This Life", 3/25/12].


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Sunday, March 11, 2018

Expose


" And this is the verdict, that the light came into the world, but people preferred darkness to light, because their works were evil. For everyone who does evil things hates the light and does not come toward the light, so that his works might be exposed. But whoever lives the Truth comes to the light, so that his works may be clearly seen as done in God." - [John 3: 19-21].


There is a popular "New Age" phrase that says, "Speak your Truth to the Power."

At first, I was puzzled at what that meant? It felt like this rather vague phrase came out of nowhere. It did not seem to refer to any specific religion or belief system. It spoke of Truth, but WHAT Truth? Where can I find this Truth ?

When I read this passage from the Gospel of John, I see the doctrinal underpinnings of shining the light on evil, and speaking the Truth. It comes from the Bible! But can I even utter that today?

We have become so prickly about what we say, that in some cases, I cannot even say, "Love and Light", in a wholly secular way, without someone being threatened by my religious beliefs. Even this watered-down version of John 3:19-21 - "Love and Light" - is anathema to many.

And so, today we have a "watered-down" version of the Truth. We have anyone and everyone claiming that they are the only ones who know the Truth. Truth has become squishy and relative.

We utter, "Judge not, lest ye be judged", even if we know nothing else in the Bible.

But "Judge not" means : ' Take not the sum of a man's Life; and despatch not- - as merely another frail human being- - a man to either Heaven or Hell."  "Judge not" does not mean, "All moral choices here on Earth are relative."

I love the beginning of The Gospel of John: "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. . . Through Him all things were made. . In Him was Life, and that Life was the Light of humankind. The Light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not extinguished it." -[John 1: 1-4].

This Word IS God, and it Is His Son. And the Word is God's organizing principle of the Universe, which is Love. As 1 John 4: 7-8 explains, " Beloved, let us love one another, because Love comes from God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God IS Love."

And the Word is contained in the Ten Commandments, not to kill, lie, cheat, steal, covet, and so forth.
And the Word is summed up in Jesus' first Commandment to us, "To love one another as oneself."

When I speak Truth, I speak the power of Love. I tell my son, "If it isn't Love, it isn't the Truth."

I lived in a household growing up, where all the materialism, the greed, the hatred, the jealousy, the abuse, the bitterness, the entitlement, the despair, the violence, the drunkenness, were hidden behind closed doors. If anyone had known what was going on behind those closed doors, I would have been taken away from my family.

My parents threatened me, "What goes on behind these four walls, stays behind these four walls." As a young child, I had to weigh if my punishment would be greater by remaining silent and enduring the toxic environment, OR by speaking up and risking more punishment, if my family found out I had told?

My family took my childhood attempts at Christianity as a rebuke of their own toxic behavior. I was not allowed to go to church past the age of 13, not allowed to read a Bible or wear a cross.

Lies proliferated: I was told, "You are ugly. You cry uselessly, you are too sensitive. Pick yourself up, you are not hurt. I will  to feed you. You are a failure."

Shining the Light on Evil is not a nicety, or a "movement", or a phrase for a plaque or a bumper sticker or a needlepoint pillow. Shining the Light on Evil is an act of survival. It is more than a protest, it is an act of rescuing others.

In our History, I see those who dared to speak up and call Slavery what it is - Evil. I see those who dared to work for women's right to vote, because yes, women ARE born with a brain.

I welcome the #MeToo Movement for shining a Light on predatory behavior.

There are those who will fight against the Truth, because they hate that a Light will expose their Evil.

We need all the voices and all the Love that we can get. I wish we could stop arguing over nomenclature, stop being so intimidated over Scripture, and agree on one thing: The Truth of Love is timeless. The Truth of Love is NOW.

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Sunday, March 4, 2018

Misplaced Anger



" Since the Passover of the Jews was near, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. He found in the temple area those who sold oxen, sheep, and doves, as well as the money changers seated there.  He made a whip out of cords and drove them all out of the temple area, with the sheep and oxen, and spilled the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables, and to those who sold doves, He said, 'Take these out of here, and stop making my Father's House a marketplace.' "- [John 2: 13-16.]

In this Scripture passage, it is Passover. People from far away would come to the temple in Jerusalem to worship. Every Jewish male was required to make this pilgrimage.

But what Jesus saw when He came to the temple resembled a marketplace bazaar, and not "simple worship". The visitors had to pay a Temple Tax in local currency. Moneychangers would set up tables and charge usurious rates of currency exchange. Other merchants sold animals for sacrifice, because travelers would not want to travel with their own animals, or their own animals would be deemed too "imperfect" an offering.

I cannot remember any other time in the Bible when Jesus is shown as so angry. In fact, when I think of a Christian, I think of their lifelong pursuit of the Fruits of the Spirit - joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. -[Galatians 5: 22]. None of these, obviously, is congruent with a daily sense of outrage.

And yet, we are all too human. I get angry if the supermarket runs out of my favorite flavor of yogurt. I get angry if someone cuts me off in traffic. I get angry if someone gives me "Captain Obvious" advice, when I asked for no advice - - whatsoever.

The Fruits of the Spirit are Ideals. Something to strive for. But we all fall short. . .

I like to think of Anger as a red warning light, when something is wrong or even dangerous. Anger alerts me to a serious injustice.

These days, I find that the national mood in America is a prolonged, and extreme, era of Outrage.


I remember in the house where I grew up, I witnessed a constant stream of anger, jealousy, bitterness and hate. An immigrant to this country was treated as an Affront, just for daring to walk the streets in our town. My dad spent his days feeling entitled to far more than he had received in life, instead of being expansively grateful for all that he had. At our dinner table, there was a lot of gossip about who had more or less than we did, and how did they get it, and how superior we were to anyone else who had less. If anyone ahead of us in their car was going too slowly for my dad's taste, he would yell ethnic epithets out the window, even though he had no idea if the driver was in fact Polish, Jewish, Italian or whatever.

I find this national zeitgeist of Anger to be exhausting and disturbing and very draining. Sometimes, I am afraid to compose a sentence for fear the Gotcha Police will excoriate me for saying something "The Wrong Way." I know folks who have lost "friends" of thirty years or more, over a politically charged conversation. Sometimes, I just want to renew my Vow of Silence and stay home.

It is enlightening to me that in this Scripture, Jesus gets very angry. He even gets quite physical about it. This teaches me that it is acceptable and even expected that I get angry -- Over corruption and injustice, abuse and crime, endemic poverty, sexism and racism . . . .

But to stay in a constant attitude of Outrage over every tiny moment of slight or unintended offense is not good for me, or for our society. I wish we could have a real conversation over issues, teach each other, and share concerns in a civil discourse; rather than excommunicating someone who expresses something differently.

We have turned on the Anger Button, and we don't know how to turn it off.

[Related Postings: "Where is Your Temple",  3/9/15;  "Anger in the Temple", 3/10/12"].

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