Sunday, March 19, 2017

Words into Action

I've been praying this winter to listen better to voices not easy to hear, to wisdom not always wanted.

I've been praying for a country in turmoil, for friends living in fear, for my own complicity in a culture that listens too easily to comfortable lies.

As part of that longing to listen more fully, I've turned back to the practice of journaling prayer.

Written prayer was a constant in my years of youth ministry, but more recently I'd let it slide. 

This winter, I took it up again.

I start the day with scripture, then prayer, writing down what comes to mind, pausing to put my prayer in words.

It helps me listen better: to scripture, to the quiet voice of the Spirit, to my own inner conflicts and confusions.

For 15 years, our cat, Princess Fiona, sat beside me in my morning reading and prayer, on my lap if I'd allow it, more often curled against my leg.

This winter, she seemed to stop eating, stopped asking to go out for her evening stroll, stopped jumping up to sit beside me. Still, I'd lift her up, run my hand over her bony back, watch her settle carefully beside me.

One morning, amid prayer about the challenges of the day, I wrote this: "Fiona - Lord, release poor Fiona. Give her little body release and rest." My prayer went on, followed by a long and busy day.

That evening, Fiona was missing. I searched the house, then found her, curled in a hidden spot beneath my youngest daughter's bed.

I left her there, then checked in the morning. She was dead, peacefully freed from a long, cozy life. My prayer that morning: "Sweet Fiona. Lord, thank you for the sweet lives joined to ours."

I miss her every morning as I sit down to read, but I'm finding her death was just an opening act in a season of letting go.

Also this winter I realized, with stark certainty, that I would need to resign from the board of Friends of Exton Park, a group I helped start five years ago. I was suddenly too busy to serve that group well. 
I've been busy, beyond busy, with work on redistricting reform. Concern for injustices in our state led me on an ever deeper journey into trying to understand the structures of our democracy. A role as election reform specialist on the state board of the League of Women Voters provided a platform to help launch a coalition, Fair Districts PA. The more I study the more certain I am: partisan gerrymandering allows unaccountable government, partisan power-games and unjust systems that harm poor people in communities across our sadly-gerrymandered states.

Pennsylvania Newsmakers
Our coalition has been growing very fast. Last fall we had less than ten volunteers. Now we have hundreds, maybe thousands. At the start of the year we had 2000 Facebook followers. Now we're past thirteen thousand.

I've spoken in the last few months to packed churches, full high school auditoriums. One presentation was live-streamed on Facebook, another taped by cable TV and rebroadcast three times in the same weekend.

Last week I was a guest on Pennsylvania Newsmakers, a respected cable news show. This week I was on an hour-long broadcast of Radio Times, my favorite radio program.

If you know me at all, if you've read my blog for any length of time, you know I have struggled most of my life with speaking in front of a group, with seeing myself on film. I have often felt most comfortable invisible. I've absorbed a sad assumption that Christian women should be seen (smiling!) and very rarely heard. 

Yesterday, I wrote in prayer, again: "I feel stretched beyond myself. I believe this is the task you've called me to. I believe you are providing amazing opportunities. Help me to know what's important. Help me to know when to flex, to step back, to hand off, to hang on."

This morning, as I sat down to pray, I saw something else I need to set down: this blog.

In prayer about what I should write today, I found myself writing: "Father, I trust my blog to you. Lead me as I write my final post."

I had not meant to write those words, but as I studied them, I knew a season was drawing to an end.

I posted my first post on November 1, 2010, exactly a month after leaving full-time youth ministry. In the "about" section of this blog, I attempted to explain the name, Words Half Heard:

I've been reading, thinking, and talking my whole life.
BA in English and Humanities from Houghton College - with lots of seminars thinking through the fact that "ideas have consequences."
PhD in lit from the University of Pennsylvania - with endless discussion about deconstructionism, the politics of meaning, the challenge of narrative structure.
Teaching writing at three very different colleges, and ensuing conversations about faith, communication, call, purpose, and the possibility of a harmony between Christian faith and intellectual pursuit.
Ten years at home with three inquisitive kids, and investment in dysfunctional public education, faith-averse civic involvement, and a loving, prayer-filled home group.
Then over a decade of youth ministry in a setting surrounded by universities, in a church full of professors and their very thoughtful kids.
Still, I find myself wondering, how much of what we believe is half-heard, half-thought through, borrowed, believed without examination?
Kids repeat what their parents have said. Adults repeat what they've been told Christians should / do / might believe.
And we all move so quickly that conversation, real dialogue, deep exploration, is almost impossible.
As I leave youth ministry and embark on a season dedicated to "prophetic imagination," I am conscious of Paul's instruction to the Philippians, “—continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose."
The Greek word for “work out,” katergazomai, refers to “the specified action which produces what by nature is inherent in something.” In other words, as people who have received the gift of God’s salvation, we’re called to find out what that means, then learn to live it. This isn’t a casual, easy, effortless task: it involves "fear and trembling”, a phrase Paul used to suggest extreme importance. And it’s not a solo activity; the “you” is plural; the calling is communal.
As we obey Paul’s instruction, as we learn to walk in harmony with God’s good purpose, we become visible witnesses, “children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe as you hold out the word of life.” 
As I write this final post, it occurs to me: God has used this time, these years, to draw me toward specified action, to leadership in a task that would have been impossible without all the steps in the journey, the painful stops along the way. He has used so many people to challenge me, encourage me, help me see more clearly who God is calling me to be.

And God has expanded my understanding of words central to this blog:

Justice is a vision that must bear fruit in action.

Mercy is a prayer that becomes a way of life.

Compassion compels us from the safety of contemplation to the dangerous stance of active engagement.

God's love prepares us and persuades us to serve a broken, fearful world.

So, for now, I turn from words to action.

From blog to coalition.

Thank you for listening with me. 

Please pray for me, as I will pray for you.