Blessed are the Peacemakers

Blessed are the Peacemakers

Just when we thought 2020 had thrown its biggest challenges our way…

Seemingly, with one act of violence, our country has erupted into chaos. For many, this is a disconcerting and confusing time. For some of us this outcry isn’t new, and the repetition has felt like an unending cycle of unheard pain, unrecognized injustice, and an unrepentant nation unwilling to acknowledge and address its original sin.

Christians, this is the time for which we were called. It’s no accident that we live in this country, at this pivotal moment in history. And if we are called, we must know that to which we are called.

I won’t lie to you. Racial reconciliation work and bridge building is not for the faint of heart. Whenever you stand up against injustice and oppression, you will lose friends. You will make people angry. I have some trepidation even writing this today. Resistance to change is inevitable. Just remember that the second greatest commandment after loving God with all our heart, soul, mind, and strength is to love our neighbors as ourselves.

This is what that looks like:

  1. We are called to be peacemakers, not peacekeepers. As someone very wise once told me (Okay, it was my therapist) being a peacekeeper means avoiding conflict and placating both sides. Being a peacemaker requires entering into conflict, naming the injustice, the evil, the oppression, and feeling it publicly (also allowing others to do so) before it can be moved on.

“If one member suffers, all suffer together.” 1 Corinthians 12:26
“Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.” Galatians 6:2

  1. We are called to be aware.

You’ll notice in my initial statement I said, “seemingly, with one act of violence.” That was purposeful. One act of violence didn’t ignite this flame of protest. Hundreds of years and countless violent acts against Black people have led to this moment. War, lawsuits, civil disobedience, protests, riots, walkouts, boycotts… NONE of these things has brought systemic change. And many if not most white people remain blissfully obtuse to the world that People of color experience on a daily basis. As followers of Jesus Christ it is our moral and evangelical imperative to be aware of the pain and oppression of those in our midst. We do not have the luxury of turning a blind eye to injustice simply because it doesn’t directly affect us.

“And the Lord said, “What have you done? The voice of your brother’s blood is crying to me from the ground.” Gen 4:10

  1. Listen.

Our friends and neighbors are hurting. True empathy enters into pain with people, shares their burden, stands in solidarity, and brings hope. We must deal with our innate discomfort with the pain of others so that they feel heard, validated, understood.

“How long, LORD, must I call for help, but you do not listen? Or cry out to you. “Violence!” but you do not save? Why do you make me look at injustice? Why do you tolerate wrongdoing? Destruction and violence are before me; there is strife, and conflict abounds. Therefore, the law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails.”
Habakkuk 1: 2-4

  1. Educate ourselves and others.

One of the things that I’ve seen from people just waking up to the challenges Black people face in this country is asking “how can I help? What should I do?” There are many resources out there to help answer these questions. Latasha Morrison of Be the Bridge (https://bethebridge.com/) has created a Bible-based racial reconciliation organization with both materials and opportunities to get involved, along with book recommendations.

On social media, there are many leaders who have done great work, both within the framework of the church and outside of it.  We are responsible for educating ourselves and then educating others like us.

  1. Be actively against racism.

This is not a time for passivity. Truthfully, I’ve seen Christ followers bolder in their willingness to preach to atheist strangers than to call out racism amongst their friends and family.

“Learn to do right; seek justice. Defend the oppressed.” Isaiah 1:17

  1. Pray as much for justice as we pray for peace.

No one likes violence. No one enjoys chaos and the disruption. However, we must be more outraged at the abuse of power, and the inequity of the dispensation of justice and punishment because that is offensive to God and should be offensive to us.

“Righteousness and justice are the foundation of Your throne; steadfast love and faithfulness go before you.”
Psalm 89:14

  1. Trust that God is in control, that He will use our advocacy and love for our neighbors to usher in justice and peace for HIS glory.

Here is the LORD’s answer to Habakkuk: “Look at the nations and watch- and be utterly amazed. For I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told.”
“Because of the devastation of the afflicted, because of the groaning of the needy, Now I will arise,”
says the LORD; “I will set him in the safety for which he longs.” Psalm 12:5

God, we pray for the people of this country as we reckon with the sins of our past and present which have brought harm upon our Black brothers and sisters. We ask for forgiveness for our apathy in regard to their oppression and pain. Give us courage to advocate lovingly and boldly on behalf of justice. Heal our land, Lord Jesus. Amen.

We Can’t Always Choose The Music Life Plays For Us, But We Can Choose How We Dance To It

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  • Note from 2021: This blog is proof that perspective is everything.

Once Upon a time (365 days ago to be precise) we all stood together on the precipice of a new year. We sipped champagne and shared midnight kisses, cheered and threw confetti, talked excitedly about future plans and resolutions.

I’m not sure 2016 turned out the way any of us had anticipated, and it’s likely to go down as a year many would like to forget. 2016 is the Voldemort of years- the one of which we shall never speak again. When someone attempts to  begin a sentence, “Do you remember back in 2016 when-” we’ll all shush their mouths as quickly and gently as possible.

I’m turning 45 in 2017. I’ve seen some years. I have never seen a year like this one. Between democalypse 2016 (we miss you, Jon Stewart), increases in race-related conflict, police brutality and police under attack, increases in hate crimes, reduction of interpersonal civility, global unrest, terrorism, and humanitarian crises, this year was already a stinker. Add in a larger than normal amount of iconic celebrity deaths and it was a cesspool of ugly.

But it wasn’t just that stuff that made this year so hard. I lost 2 people significant to me and to people I care about to cancer this year. I attended the funeral of my friend Jason on a Saturday and 6 days later I was comforting my sister and her children over the unexpected passing of her long time significant other John, my nephew Luke’s father.

All year the people I love struggled through loss and grief of various types, fought to keep their heads above water, as one said to me, “I’m operating in 15 minute increments, putting one foot in front of the other.”

This year was just plain hard. Was it harder than other years? Can we statistically prove that? Who knows, but that doesn’t really matter. With a few exceptions, most of my friends and family are ready to be done with 2016.

However, it’s not in me to leave it there. The Pollyanna in me wants to know that there was beauty in the pain, lessons learned, strength gained.

So, in order to not let this shitastrophic year get the best of me, here, in no particular order, are the joyful moments that in some way managed to redeem the rest:

In January I went on a three week Facebook fast, which I’ll be repeating again this year. I started a Bible study on gratitude and spent every day looking for beauty around me. I focused on my family, my writing, my spiritual development. I had lunch dates and coffee dates and was present in my life. I connected with those I love.

In March I was able to celebrate my sister Shannon’s 50th birthday with her by going to visit our sister Colleen In Southern Cal. We sat on the beach in Laguna and talked and laughed. We surprised my niece as she performed for the last time at her high school cheerleading expo. We went out to Palm Springs and sat by the pool and connected.

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In an effort to simplify, I let go of some of my “have-to’s” and focused instead on my “want-to’s.” Turned out I didn’t have to do most of my have-to’s, they were simply burdens I needlessly placed on myself. Holidays had less pressure, and I was able to just be with my people, and we connected.

We spent our spring break at beautiful Lake Coeur d’Alene. We rode four wheelers and got dirty and explored and we connected.

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Parker rode on a camel at the fair, Zoe played a dwarf in her school production of “Shrek,” and an unusually warm spring meant lots of days enjoying Lake Washington and the stunning place we live.

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Sydney and I sung together for the mother’s day tea, Parker bet on the ponies at Emerald Downs, we celebrated Papa Ted’s 90th birthday, and my birthday surprise was a giant poster Parker unfurled at the school concert.

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Jeff and I celebrated our 19th wedding anniversary in St Pete Beach, Florida and missed a hurricane by 12 hours.

Nathan graduated from high school and became a freshman at Washington State University.

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Zoe, Parker and I went to Harrison Hot Springs, Canada to go in search of Bigfoot

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(Spoiler: we didn’t find him)

We saw Kenny Rogers and Lionel Richie in concert, Zoe got to go to Disneyland, Nathan took a graduation road trip with his friends, and we spent much of the summer on the sidelines of soccer fields.

In the fall Jeff and I got to celebrate our friend and neighbor Brian’s 50th birthday in Las Vegas and then just a few days later I was making the rounds in Socal, seeing my sister and her family, old friends, newer friends, and spending time with my extended family at our reunion.

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In all of these moments the priority was connection.

Zoe added volleyball to her schedule which, as an indoor sport, is a nice change. Nathan leaving for college was hard, but watching him thrive on his own is amazing.

Birthday week was a 6 day extravaganza of celebrating Zoe’s 13th, Parker’s 11th, and Sydney’s 22nd.

We spent Thanksgiving with Shannon and her family in Spokane, celebrated the holidays with friends and family at various events, culminating in Christmukkah at our house.

And now, as I sit here typing this, my kids are gathered ’round the table. It’s snowing outside and we’re connecting.

So as it turns out, the reason 2016 can’t beat us is because we are stronger together than anything it tried to send our way. In the midst of pain was blessing. In the midst of struggle was joy and growth.

I’m not sorry to see this year come to an end, there’s no doubt. However, the reason I’m most looking forward to 2017 is not because 2016 didn’t have its moments. It’s because this year Sydney will embark on a new career path. It’s because Parker will finish elementary school and enter middle school. It’s because Nathan is making plans for moving into an apartment with his friends for his sophomore year of college, one step closer to the rest of his life. It’s because Zoe will have my calendar filled with activities as she lives each moment to its fullest.

Jeff and I will be celebrating 20 years of marriage this year. This is our 24th New Year’s Eve together, and we have all sorts of plans for the future.

Even if none of those plans come to fruition, there’s one thing that will matter in 2017… how we connect. If I have a resolution, it’s to be better at connecting, to be in the moment, to find the beauty in simplicity of sitting face to face with someone in our shared humanity.

So here’s to fresh starts… and real connection. Like the quote above says, we can’t always choose the music life plays for us, but we can choose how we dance to it. May 2017 be a year of dancing.

Cheers!

(I picked this photo to end my last post of 2016 because somehow an Alan Alda quote with a typo superimposed over a dolphin seemed to fit exactly right. )

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