ONE CHANGE

As I said at the time …

Daily encounters are full of times I fall short of the Quaker / Christian ideal. At least I see others in Meeting who do much better on this front.

One way the faith has changed me, though, is in teaching me when to sit on a problem, rather than force a solution (as long as this isn’t mere avoidance, which is a different situation). As the saying goes, “Some of the best barns in Rhode Island were designed in Quaker Meeting.” (Yes, Silas Weeks liked to enlarge it to “New England.”) Maybe you know the postcard:

NOTICE, I AM A QUAKER.
IN CASE OF EMERGENCY,
PLEASE BE QUIET.

I think it’s part of the process we see extending to our decision-making as a faith community, and how much it’s lacking when we’re engaged in a business session elsewhere. The divisiveness, egotism, us-versus-them mentality that so often prevails, the rush to judgment, the name-calling or the boss calling the shots, and so on. The desire to appear decisive or in command. You know all the symptoms.

On the other hand, some of the best headlines I’ve written have been by taking a break when I was stuck – by stepping aside to walk down the hall or to the bathroom. Release the problem, for a minute or two break. And then the answer appears. No need to feel guilty, is there? A little quiet, and voila, originality or productivity, as they would say. A barn or a headline, all in the job, as we Friends know, all the same.

WHERE ARE MILLENNIALS FINDING FELLOWSHIP?

In his classic Democracy in America, published in 1835, Alexis de Tocqueville makes much of Americans’ propensity for affiliating in multiple organizations in the common good. The French historian and diplomat was astonished by our proclivity to establish and join in all kinds of formal groups, not all of them political parties or civic commissions. We enlisted in fraternal lodges, cultural and educational institutions, ethnic-immigrant centers, charities, trade associations, labor unions (still in their infancy), business ventures, and, especially, churches. Well, it meant electing leaders and boards and building organizational skills we could apply elsewhere.

His observations on the American character still make for provocative reading, no matter where you stand on a political spectrum. For me, his insights on religion appear to be more problematic, a situation I attribute to his difficulty in understanding the strands of our pluralistic Protestant thinking through his Roman Catholic precepts. Still, some of his conclusions fit better than others. One, though, keeps resonating for me in this current election season:

“I sought for the greatness and genius of America in her commodious harbors and her ample rivers – and it was not there . . . in her fertile fields and boundless forests and it was not there . . . in her rich mines and her vast world commerce – and it was not there . . . in her democratic Congress and her matchless Constitution – and it was not there. Not until I went into the churches of America and heard her pulpits aflame with righteousness did I understand the secret of her genius and power. America is great because she is good, and if America ever ceases to be good, she will cease to be great.”

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Here I was, trying to take a break from my almost morbid fascination with the daily developments in this unrivaled American election season, but, wham! I chanced upon this quotation, which came right after reading an analysis of the difficult plight the Republican Party will confront in looking to its future. Quite simply, as the argument goes, the GOP can’t continue to identify with conservative Christians if it wants to survive. It’s a shrinking constituency in the American population. Put another way, survey after survey finds religious identity and practice in America dropping sharply, especially among millennials. Like it or not, we’re entering a post-Christian society.

And what do I hear in this passage: “Make America great.” But it doesn’t end there. The “righteousness” and “good” elements, to me, stand in sharp contrast to what I’m hearing in Donald J. Trump’s posturing and deceitful exhortations. Righteousness, after all, is a matter of living right in upholding the teachings and standards of one’s religious faith. It proves downright humbling, if not humiliating, in practice. Read Anne Lamott and Dietrich Bonhoeffer for details, if you will, or even the New Testament.

Here, the fruits of the Spirit, including mercy, justice, peace-making, charity, self-restraint, and much more, are markers of faithfulness. End of sermon.

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Well, I could veer off in many directions at this point. For now, I’ll focus on the millennials, who are a distinct minority in most of our congregations. I can share their distrust of much “organized religion.” And that’s even before the self-inflicted wounds imposed by the sexual-abuse scandals in the Roman Catholic church or the monetary improprieties among evangelicals and fundamentalists or any general hypocrisy that comes to light. We can argue against many of the distortions and outright lies preached from some pulpits, but that hardly fits all of the religious spectrum. Remember, I come at this from the radical Christianity of the Anabaptist strain – Friends, or Quakers, who are grouped among the Mennonites and Amish and an “underground church” stream dating to the Waldensians before the Inquisition. Look it up, if you must.

The bigger point has me repeatedly wondering just where young adults are finding fellowship. Tocqueville saw Americans joining networks of kindred spirits, but I just don’t see that happening now. A church – literally, in my understanding, the believers themselves rather than a building or an institution or any hierarchy – is the essence of community for many of us. Ask us for our best friends, and you know where to find them. Where are the alternatives?

The workplace? Unlikely, unless you’re ready for serious disillusionment in the rounds of pink slips.

College classmates? You’ll soon be scattered.

Neighbors? Do you even know their names? Unless you have children, that’s unlikely.

A corner coffee house or bar? Well, maybe for introductions. As well as the gym or, in my case, indoor swimming pool. Maybe sports teams are another category.

Put another way, just where are we meeting others nowadays? And how are we building community?

Tocqueville looks at our affiliations, but even the Masonic orders are having trouble filling their ranks. (Who’s going to drive funny clown-filled cars in parades in the future? Oh, that’s their Shriners’ wing, but still, you have to know one.) I rather like the Kiwanis and Rotarians in our town, but I’m not quite in their social or economic circles.

In all of this, I’m going to point to a bigger problem. In the globalized economy, everybody but the top five percent is in trouble. The current employment scene is not sustaining a single-parent household income for most Americans, and the Republicans have no response for this reality, even if it fits their ’50s mindset, other than attack the trade agreements that vastly enrich their elite financial supporters. Who do you think they’ll vote with? Not the medium-income and single-parent households, believe me.

Don’t be fooled. There’s more to “making America great” than we’re hearing: Bernie’s been right all along about where the productivity gains have been going, and it’s not to those who are working all those hours while their benefits, if any, are being decimated.

Put all of this together, and the post-Christian society is looking more and more to me like re-enslavement. How can democracy function when the people are so divided?

For that matter, we need true Elijahs and Elishas more than their pandering pseudo-prophetic foes. American greatness demands much more than we’ve been hearing or seeing, for certain.

And here, I thought I was taking a break …

NAMING TODAY’S FORBIDDEN FRUIT

As I contend in my latest book release at Thistle/Flinch editions, the Biblical story of the Garden of Eden goes much deeper than the traditional children’s telling or, for that matter, the conventional interpretation that focuses on disobedience and a teaching imposed much later, the one known as Original Sin.

The surprisingly short Creation story – the second one in the Bible, actually – is one of those texts that just won’t let go of me, and the new layers of understanding just keep on surfacing.

The other morning I was struck by a consideration of what the Forbidden Fruit might be in our own time. Nowadays we could consider things like global warming (more accurately, climatic instability), overpopulation, or nuclear arms proliferation, just for starters – things caused by our own curiosity and consumption, one way or another. Each bears an ultimate warning, “and you are not to touch it, lest you die.” Each one is a negative consequence of advances that seemed good at the time they were introduced.

So here we are, in a situation very much like Adam and Eve in the aftermath, looking for direction and restored balance.

For my earlier musings on the original text, take a look at Eden Embraced. I’d say it really is all about the timeless human condition.

KEY WORDS OF FAITH TO CONSIDER

A new Pendle Hill pamphlet, Robert Griswold’s Marking the Quaker Path: Seven Key Words Plus One, has sparked some fresh thinking on my end.

I’ve previously posted on the ongoing series from the press at the Quaker retreat and study center in Wallingford, Pennsylvania, and often advise newcomers to Meeting to peruse its display rack in our library for titles that might best touch their interests, whether theological, historical, peace and social justice action, or simple daily living.

What I like about Griswold’s volume is the way he identifies some basic terms that are also found in other religious traditions while noting ways we Friends have come to apply our own unique understandings.

I’m sensing that each of his eight words (OK, one is a phrase) would be a fertile topic for group discussion, and not just among Friends.

His list:

  • Condition
  • Experience
  • Covenant
  • Discipline
  • Discernment
  • Authority
  • The Beloved Community
  • Submission

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I won’t try to define them here, but each one can be stimulating, even controversial, as we look at the fullness of their implications in contemporary life. It’s also instructive to think of words he hasn’t focused on, starting with Belief, Worship, Prayer, and the like.

To learn more about his pamphlet and more, visit the Pendle Hill website.

THE FACT IS HE’S VICTIMIZING HIS BACKERS MOST OF ALL

Contrary to the claims of his stubbornly diehard followers, Donald J. Trump has not been “telling it like it is.” Instead, his blustery tirades are so chock full of factual errors, lies, half-lies, fabrications, utter fictions – offenses he flippantly dismisses as “sarcasm” and “jokes” – that it’s now safe to assume that everything out of his mouth and his campaign staff is utter hokum until proven otherwise.

Just look at the odds of his saying anything backed up by substantiated numbers, history, or public documents. The blatant disregard for truth – moral and empirical – manifested by the nominee and his entourage means that we can trust nothing they say or do.

And that’s before we get to the now predictable routine of clarifications, denials, and reiterations of any Trump whopper – something the Huffington Post has identified as The 9 Stages of a Trump Statement: It takes time to drain what you say of any meaning.

And what’s his response to anyone who questions his delusional taradiddle or deflates it with hard-and-true reality? He accuses them of being biased against him, rigging the outcome, having ethnic impurities – anything but taking the blame himself when his immature decisions and outbursts backfire, as they inevitably will. What he really wants, of course, is for everything to be biased and rigged in his own favor – nothing fair or just or equitable at all. It’s the spoiled little brat many Americans are recognizing as Trump. Remember the classmate who hadn’t studied for the test or done last night’s homework? Remember the scampering to hem-and-haw around the question? When’s the last time you’ve even seen him answer a question, rather than evade it? Remember, when it comes to cheating, he’s a pro, if you look at his business record or the legal cases already decided against him. Con-artist, indeed.

He might be venting the pain of many of his core backers, but their economic and social distress is not his gilded situation in life – he just has the huckster’s instincts in knowing who to victimize for his own advantage, as long as he can. And then? It will all simply blow up in smoke. You know, a joke, just don’t expect a refund, folks, you got your show. So where does he stand in all this, where’s the backbone and rectitude? Who knows, he’s so busy contradicting himself, believe me. You wouldn’t want a mechanic working on your car or a contractor renovating your house to be so oblivious to facts and accountability. That’s just one more reason he won’t release his income-tax filings, by the way.

Looks like Trump’s running against Trump, and both are losing.

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As the pleas by Republican operatives and insiders keep mounting for a reset on Trump’s campaign (among them the conservative Wall Street Journal’s stinging editorial warning released Sunday night), we’ve heard no one admit that one item cannot be redialed at this point: Trump’s credibility. (It’s like virginity, as he would taunt others. Or a reputation as a slut.) Even his spokesperson Katrina Pierson, who’s supposed to give reporters access to reliable information, has turned into a joke – just look up the social media treatment she’s provoked. Put another way, she’s toast or another widely repeated punch line.

Whatever leeway the average American might offer in regard to sincerity or effort or even “white lies” kindness from a candidate has long ago been transgressed. More and more, Trump’s the kid you steer away from in the playground or on the street. He’s earned a bad rep, one that will taint everything he says or does from here on out. Want to talk about a tailspin? The facts will keep piling up, from many fronts, now that the chase is on.

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In the deluge of Trump’s hogwash, I’m astonished that right-wing Christian leaders stick with him, considering their widespread acknowledgement of Satan as the author of lies. How can you defend someone openly practicing that craft? Crucially, when Jesus faces something similar in proclaiming Truth, he retorts: “Why do you not understand what I say? It is because you cannot bear to hear my word. You are of … the devil … He was a murderer from the beginning, and has nothing to do with the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks according to his own nature, for he is a liar and the father of lies” (John 8:43-45, RSV).

And you’re going to say Jesus was joking? To think, lies are a form of murder.

ON THOSE POLITICAL CLAIMS OF PERSONAL FAITH

If you’re willing to think President Obama is a Muslim or that Hawaii, where he was born, is a foreign country (it’s not, it’s the 50th State of the Union), then I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised if you accept Donald Trump’s claim to being a Christian.

Me, I want to see some evidence that he respects and follows the teachings of Jesus and St. Paul – a willingness to honor weakness as a virtue, to nurture the Fruits of the Spirit, to side with the oppressed and the poor, to love his enemies rather than ridicule them. Until then? It’s one more empty boast.

By the way, a little reminder may be in order here: Barack is the name of one of the Bible’s great generals, a Jewish hero, not a hint of Islam I can see there. Or is that another of the pages missing from too many Bibles?

Long ago I learned the maxim, Actions speak louder than words. Now, if you’ll excuse me, we have some work to do.

A PLEA FOR REASONED DISCOURSE FROM ANOTHER SIDE OF THE AISLE

One of the breakthroughs we’re finding in this world of blogging is the emergence of original voices that would otherwise never appear in the larger commercial-media market. Many of them are quite better than some of the nationally syndicated newspaper columnists we’re seeing these days and definitely those vacuous suits on Fox News. Or should I start with my surprise that my own postings get reactions from so many other countries rather than just the USA, as my previous training would have anticipated? That, in itself, is a revelation.

Add to that the range of perspectives that become available, especially through the WordPress Reader as we follow fellow bloggers. Each day, I tap into a world of fellow spirits, from beginner writers to the highly advanced. It’s quite a community of discourse!

My wife has her own circles of bloggers she reads more or less daily. As she says, “I’m very interested in interesting people who think differently than me,” and that ranges far beyond her thoughts of gardening, cooking, and – well, let’s leap ahead to radical education and home-schooling. It’s become a joy to sit together each morning as we peruse the Web and then read aloud to each other passages we find especially insightful.

One of her favorites is the bearing blog by a devout, conservative Roman Catholic mother in the Twin Cities who would initially appear miles apart from us in our daily lives.

But two recent posts have my utmost endorsement.

The first introduced me to the term “cultural bundling,” in which people assume if you take position X, you favor or oppose a whole stream of other issues. In this case, it was her reluctance to put a bumper sticker on her car – any bumper sticker – even if this one was Black Lives Matter. For her, such brief statements lead to stereotyping that has prejudicial consequences and that, in turn, hampers efforts to resolve issues in public. Put another way, a lot of blind intolerance can flash into play, and I know it comes from both the right and left side of the political divide. As I’ve felt all too well, my liberal circles can be embarrassingly close-minded and even nasty in some of their assumptions. It’s not all “them,” after all.

E.G. Arlinghaus presents her rational in her post, “A Little Knowledge.”

A more recent post tears into a subtle flaw in the argument of “voting for the lesser of two evils.” To my surprise, her deft and conscientious examination takes its stand from a nuanced argument in Roman Catholic ethical and political thinking. Take a look at what she has to say about “Intrinsic” matters.

Her own observations on the importance of nuanced thinking resonate with me. Throughout my career as a newspaper editor I fought for longer articles, whenever possible and deserving, even if that meant cutting many other dispatches into briefs. For me, the “why” and “how” could be more important than the who-what-when-and-where specifics or posturing.

For example, from my side, pro-life does not necessarily mean pro-abortion but rather an acknowledgement that back-alley abortions lead to the deaths and mutilation of desperate pregnant women without any similar consequences for the men who put them in this condition.

It’s a huge difference, one that looks at the consequences of policy.

Arlinghaus’ detailing, based on a piece by Bishop Flores of Brownsville, Texas, admits the nitty-gritty realities of politics and conflicts of conscience but turns the argument in new ways.

Hope this helps.

IN THE WEB OF COLONIAL DISSIDENT HISTORY

As I reviewed of Dover’s early (and admittedly tangled, hazy) history recently, I was struck by a reference to several early settlers who had been banished from Massachusetts Bay Colony amid the Antinomian Controversy to the south.

In a flash, my mind leapt from 1638 to 1662 when three Quaker women arrived, preached, and were banished by Major Richard Waldron.

The Colonial histories traced an underlying religious tension in the New Hampshire settlement arising between the Anglican affiliation of the colony’s charter holders and the Puritan convictions of many of its earliest settlers. That, in itself, suggests serious political and social differences as the two institutions of belief and action conflicted. After all, the Parliamentarian armies that would defeat and eventually execute King Charles I were largely Puritan, as was Oliver Cromwell, who ruled Britain as Lord Protector from 1653 to 1658.

Beyond the Anglican/Puritan rivalry for power in New England, however, was another struggle, the role of a trio of dissident voices and their followers in New England in the mid-1630s.

The new readings did change one of my premises. Rather than having all three of the dissident voices being from Salem (closer to Dover than is Boston), their residences were more diverse. Only Roger Williams (c. 1603-1688) had a Salem connection, and that was as a controversial pastor between his tenancies in Boston and Plymouth. He was banished in 1636 for “sedition and “heresy” (note the linkage of politics and religion) and left to establish the colony of Rhode Island and the Providence Plantations to the south, as well as the first Baptist church in the Americas.

Next was Samuel Gorton (1592-1677), banished in 1638 after ministry in Boston and Plymouth. He fled to Portsmouth, Rhode Island, before settling Warwick on the other side of Narragansett Bay. My postings at my Orphan George Chronicles blog about Robert Hodgson and his wife, Alice Schotten, take place largely in Portsmouth, and Alice, as a descendant of a Gorton follower, inherited a large parcel of Warwick. So these histories begin to overlap and even get personal for me.

The third dissident voice was Anne Hutchinson (1591-1643), the daughter of an Anglican cleric and the wife of a prominent businessman. She was banished in 1638 after leading home Bible study groups for women that were both popular (even among the men) and, to the ministers, “unorthodox.” Her theology became the focus of the famed Antinomian Controversy that challenged the conventional Calvinism held by most of the Puritan clergy. Reputedly, the “Veritas” in Harvard University’s crest comes from the cries of the judges, asserting their orthodoxy over her offending testimony, as she was taken from the courtroom at her banishment. She soon settled Portsmouth, Rhode Island, where Robert Hodgson would land in 1657 as an itinerant Quaker minister and remain when many of the Hutchinson’s followers joined in his Quaker faith. Hutchinson, however, had already moved on to the Dutch colony on Long Island to avoid continuing Puritan persecution before she and most of her family were slain in an Indian attack.

All of this ran through my head when I came across the reference in John Andrew Doyle’s 1887 The English in America: The Puritan Colonies, Vol. I: “After the persecution of the Antinomians, some of the victims took refuge at Cocheco,” an early name for Dover. Could this have provided fertile ground for the three Quaker women 24 years later? I think so.

The plot thickens when looking at the history of First Parish Church (United Church of Christ) in Dover, which divided into two hostile camps when one side of the congregation preferred two of the Antinomians as ministers over the more orthodox alternative. This was one the courts had to settle. Add to that an Antinomian leaning in nearby Exeter, and I’m left wondering all the more. Throughout its history, New Hampshire has always been at odds with Massachusetts – and here’s one more example.

The fact is that a third of the population of Dover quickly joined with the Quakers after their initial exposure to the new movement. Resentments do, after all, linger, and those chafing under an imposed authority just may break away, given an alternative. As much as we Friends like to think our early message and witness alone were sufficient to sway new adherents to our cause, I’m left considering how much of the attraction came from altogether different motivations. Think, for instance, of finding yourself always outvoted at town meetings; how much of a threat is actually felt when your right to vote is taken away as a result of your religious affiliation?

For that matter, how much of a similar situation is unfolding in the current political scene we’re viewing today? Are there lingering hostilities that have been buried only to resurface today? I’d say it’s worth considering.

A WARNING FROM COLONIAL DOVER

As I’ve mentioned previously, Dover is the seventh oldest settlement in the U.S. – as well as the oldest in New Hampshire. After residing in the state nearly three decades now – half of that in Dover itself – I’ve come to recognize how tangled the early history of New England is, and how little of it was exposed to me in the traditional versions of the American experience taught in public schools elsewhere in the nation. I’m not even sure a clear accounting is possible, even through the Colonial years.

For one thing, the surviving records leave gaps. As an example, consider how much was lost each time city hall burned down. And then, what did so and so mean in a passage about such and such? How do we interpret them?

For another, trying to follow a particular thread can become frustrating. Which perspective do we pick – Puritan or Pilgrim? They had distinct differences from the get-go, despite their underlying embrace of Calvinist theology. What about the dissidents, notably the Quakers and Baptists, who were major influences yet seldom are mentioned in the mainstream accounts? And then which colony or settlement, often at odds with others?

Even trying to follow a particular family in a thoroughly researched genealogy through this period can become overwhelming. Five, six, or seven generations from the time of the first Mayflower landing till the American Revolution can produce a lot of offspring.

Inhabited since 1623, Dover was often outside of the purview and control of Puritan Massachusetts. In contrast to the Bay colonies to the south, New Hampshire was chartered as a money-making scheme, not as a New Zion. So it rarely appears in the overview histories, especially the ones that focus on Boston.

One central character in Dover’s early years is Richard Waldron (1615-1689), who arrived around 1635 and soon turned what’s now downtown – then known as Cochecho Village or Cochecho Falls – into a personal fiefdom.

He was a powerful figure, not just as major of the militia but also in colonial politics both in New Hampshire and Massachusetts as well as in his control of trade with the local Native populations.

My awareness of him comes in his ordering the persecution of three Quaker women in 1662, missionaries he sentenced to be pulled by an oxcart to Cape Cod and stripped to the waist and flogged in each town en route – a death sentence, if not for the courage of those who turned the itinerary instead to sanctuary in Maine. (These were the women who founded the congregation I now serve. A poem by John Greenleaf Whittier relates their ordeal and witness.)

Major Waldron is also notorious for an event in staged September 7, 1676, when he invited Natives to join in a “mock battle” or day of games and contests a few blocks away from where I live. Of the 400 braves who accepted the invitation and showed up, half were captured and taken to Massachusetts, where they were either sold into slavery or hanged.

This was in the midst of an Indian uprising known as King Philip’s War (June 20, 1675, to April 12, 1678) that arose in Rhode Island. Many New England settlements were raided and burned, including Providence, Rhode Island, and Springfield, Massachusetts, and almost all of the English settlements in Maine were eradicated in that outbreak, not to return until the end of the French and Indian War.

In northern New England, however, hostilities continued for decades after the King Philip’s outbreak, often orchestrated by Jesuit French priests. (The last fatal attack by Indians in Dover was in 1725.) Remember, too, bounties were paid for scalps.

In Dover, like many of the surrounding towns, garrison houses and fortifications were ordered built as refuges during periodic raids. Sometimes they worked. Sometimes they didn’t.

On June 28, 1689, during what’s recorded as King William’s War, the Natives launched a devastating attack on Dover in which 52 colonists – a quarter of the population of what’s now downtown Dover – were killed or taken captive.

Among those murdered was Major Waldron, mutilated with his own sword. Look up the details, if you wish. It was sweet revenge.

Raids over the years left many of the surrounding towns with similar destruction, death, and captivity. (Even tracing the tribal connections involved can become challenging, since these were shifting alliances.)

Essentially, much of northern New England was on alert until the end of what we know as the French and Indian War in 1760. That’s a long time of simmering violence.

As for following a particular thread through all of this, the minutes of our Quaker meeting’s sufferings and service through this period are lost to a later fire at the home where the books were in storage. As I was saying about the surviving records? I’ve heard bits and pieces. An anvil that sits in our meetinghouse was, by oral tradition, pulled from the ruins of one of the houses in 1689, although it more like was made later and used by one of the descendants who turned Civil War cannons into plowshares.

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I have no doubt where Major Waldron would be standing in today’s political scene.

He ordered the deportation – and in effect execution – of three women for their religious convictions.

Sound familiar? They were, we should note, pacifists.

And then he foolishly inflamed a neighboring nation – in this case, the earlier owners of the land (oh, my, does that sound familiar when thinking of Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, or California?) and then look at the havoc and destruction that followed. To wit: brash talk, cruel action, misogyny, words that promise one thing but mean something else altogether.

History does provide warning signs. Let us pay heed.