God of Generations

God of generations—

I am one.

There are many who have lived before me.

I know only a few of them.

There are many who live now

and I know a few.

There are many who will live

after me

and I can only imagine them.

Help me work and live

so that the world

is here

for them.

Amen.

—–Ann Freeman Price

April Books

April Books

In April I read ten books—these are the ones I would highlight.

Marked for Life—The story of Hildegard Goss-Mayr by Richard Deats. I have known Richard Deats for over thirty years and didn’t think I could admire him more than I already do. But after reading this book I admired him more and admired Hildegard Goss-Mayr, whom I have never met. If you want to read about lives that believe in the power and practice of non-violence, read this book. One quote from page 115: “Christians need to be first to advocate nonviolence—not last.”

The Butter Battle Book by Dr. Seuss. If you haven’t read it, go to the library and get it. I’m not sure at all that this is a children’s book. What an ending!

Telling Her Story—Theology out of women’s struggles by Lois Miriam Wilson. This was a short little book but with wonderful ideas for as she called it “Unlocking the Scriptures.”

I also read two books by Cassandra King. She is married to Pat Conroy and I read in a writer’s magazine an interview with the two of them. I had read a few of Pat Conroy’s books but none of Cassandra King. They were light and good reads.

What are you reading?

Prayer for Living My Days

Recently I went to a conference on world peace and within the next day or two, I wrote these new words to the tune of the hymn, “Be Thou My Vision.”

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Prayer for Living My Days

Time marches forward from day unto day,

I spend my moments in so many ways,

Help me to balance the hours that I live,

Guide me in reaching out to love and to give.

One day I was born and then one day I’ll die,

Years pass between and the truth there does lie,

How I respond to God calling me to make peace,

How I repair the world in my days and my weeks.

When doubt overwhelms me, give strength to my heart,

Help me be faithful and make a new start,

God give me wisdom to transform the strife,

God give me courage to live all of my life.

© Copyright 2011 by Ann Freeman Price

Tune: Be Thou My Vision

(Permission is given for one-time use in a church bulletin, as long as the copyright is also published, along with the words “Used by Permission.”

From Tim Wernette

Want to share a powerful experience I recently had up in Kingman High School.  I was invited to participate in a morning assembly program (around 500 students) addressing a variety of violence issues.  My presentation on sexual harassment prevention was first, followed by a police officer and DA discussing legal aspects of domestic violence/sexual assault and the cycle of violence (honeymoon, tension, violence, honeymoon…), followed by a young woman (in her 30’s) who spoke about surviving a violent relationship and her sister being killed by her abusive husband (who then committed suicide) and finally a young woman who survived an abusive relationship and sang songs about her experience of abuse.

At the end of the program all of us sat up on the stage and answered questions from the students, and I requested if I could end with a few comments.  I told the students I wanted to share something very personal with them, and waited until they were quiet.  I told them that I sat in the back of the auditorium and cried when I listened to the woman talk about losing her sister to domestic violence.  I told them how incredibly sad/broken-hearted and angry I am that there is so much violence in our society, that we imprison more people than any other country, that we spend more money on our military than the next 8-10 countries combined, that we’re one of the most violent, gun-toting countries in the world.  I challenged them to think about the gender stereotyping that encourages young men to be aggressive, controlling, and violent and encourages young women to be sexy, passive and to accept abusive relationships.  I told them that earlier this morning I read the back of a student’s shirt which had printed: “Bulldog’s Laws:” (Kingman High School mascot is “bulldog”) “No Fear” and “Never Surrender”.  I asked the students to think about what that teaches boys and young men about being a man.  I told them that I had never met Amy’s brother-in-law (who killed her sister and committed suicide), but I knew him well: beneath his anger and violence was a scared little boy who feared losing his wife (she had filed for divorce) and was scared about how to live without her.  I told them that all of us, boys and girls, women and men, are victims of these gender stereotypes and I invited them to examine their impact on their lives and perhaps reconsider what kind of woman and man they wanted to become.

Tim Wernette has been a gender equity educator in Arizona for over 25 years. This is his second contribution to this website. Thanks Tim.

Books for March

I read 14 books in March but the following are the significant ones:

You Can’t Be Neutral on a Moving Train—A Personal History of Our Times by Howard Zinn. This is the very top of the list for March. I recommend it to everyone. I think it speaks to our responsibilities to the world and gives hope that individuals can and do make a difference.

A Thorn in My Pocket—Temple Grandin’s Mother Tells the Family Story by Eustacis Cutler. This is one of those books that will lead me to read Temple Grandin’s story herself and to find and watch the video on her life. She is a person with autism who has succeeded in many ways and her mother resisted the advice that was given her in Temple’s childhood.

Savor—Mindful Eating, Mindful Life by Thich Nhat Hanh and Dr. Lilian Cheung. This is full of some solid nutritional information but what I really got out of it was the Thich Naht Hanh’s mindfulness reminders. I have slowed down my eating; I think about what I am doing; and I am ending up eating less.

People of a Compassionate God—Creating Welcoming Congregations by Janet F. Fishburn. This was interesting just in terms of reading the stories of five United Methodist congregations who developed a process for becoming Reconciling Congregations. Four of the five did become Reconciling; one did not.

I’ll ask you three times, are you o.k.? by Naomi Shihab Nye. This book was very short and at the same time interesting—little vignettes she has had as she travels and takes taxis. One of the taxi drivers said that he would ask her three times if she was o.k. He did that—and it became the title of her book.

101 Great Ways to Improve Your Life, Volume 3 by David Riklan. My daughter, Donna, has a chapter in this book. I read through it as a day book each morning with breakfast, and got some good ideas.

Unexpectedly Eighty—and other adaptations by Judith Viorst. Pretty pointed poems on aging. Sometimes sharp, sometimes poignant, but right on the money.

The Fiddler in the Subway by Gene Weingarten. I’m not much of a reader of essays but I enjoyed this book, especially the Fiddler in the Subway, and Doonesbury’s War and Fatal Distraction.

I read fiction too—and sometimes light fiction. One of the authors I have been re-visiting is Kristin Hannah. I cry at the end of her books usually. The only mystery writer I read is Robert Parker—I just love the sharp dialogue.

The Lorraine

April 4, 1968, Martin Luther King, Jr. was killed standing on the balcony of the Lorraine Hotel in Memphis, Tennessee. Mike Vrabel, a member of Sparta United Methodist Church, wrote this poem and gave me permission to post it on this website on April 4, 2011 forty-three years later.

The Lorraine

by Mike Vrabel

An empty room, like Jesus’ tomb, keeps dark memories of a past

that once scorched the Memphis sky

Like a lightning rod of injustice that left us screaming why

This place knows the horrible deed

These walls saw Martin fall, this balcony felt him bleed

This pulpit of a preacher, this throne of a King

This hallowed, martyred ground where we heard that shot ring

Is frozen in time, a scar that won’t heal

Until the dreamer that died here has heard his appeal

The resonant cadence of his strident voice still echoes off these walls

Echo as the trumpets at Jericho, until the wall of hatred falls

And unto those who say in their self-righteous bombast

That the need for the dream has long since been passed

Then open your eyes to the stark streets of despair

Where children exist on a mother’s soft prayer

Where schools are neglected, where you never dare go

Do you fear for your safety, or is it deeper than you know?

It’s easier to hate from a distance away

Where you can’t see the suffering and your children can play

So listen my children to the winds at this place

They whisper his name so we cannot erase

The terrible, pungent memories of a dark April day

When the life of a man was stolen away

But the dream that he sowed like seeds in a field

Is rooted against the wind, never to yield

© Copyright 2011 by Mike Vrabel

A Shadorma or Two

On Ash Wednesday of 2010, I started to write a Shadorma every day. I had just read of them and was fascinated by the form: six lines, 1st line—three syllables; 2nd line—five syllables; 3rd line—three syllables; 4th line—three syllables; 5th line—seven syllables; 6th line—five syllables.

I’ve put three here from that first month of February and I continued to do it throughout the year and even through today. Try writing one yourself and post it here.

February 17

I turned from

ashes on this day

to find new

ritual

of positive dimension

for my soul and life

—–

February 23

slivers fall

from heavy gray clouds

partly ice

partly rain

each one cries “define yourself”

and I cry it too

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February 25

I search for

answers in my life

and study

to know more

so I can preach in living

and others can see

—–

Sing Out, Sing Out for Jesus

Here are some new words to the song “Stand Up, Stand Up for Jesus” that I wrote a while ago. Feel free to use them but be sure to keep my copyright on them.

Sing Out, Sing Out for Jesus

Sing out, sing out for Jesus

The song of love’s not done,

Sing out, sing out for Jesus

The love goes on and on.

From God to each one present

As we that love receive,

We send it out to neighbors

Who feeling love, believe.

Sing out, sing out for Jesus,

He calls to us each day.

Sing out, sing out for Jesus

And follow in his way.

We can be justice people

Though wealthy trample poor,

When nations fight with nations

We’ll stand for no more war.

Sing out, sing out for Jesus,

Our voices must be strong,

Sing out, sing out for Jesus,

So others sing along.

The table’s spread and ready,

The invitation’s clear,

We give a hearty welcome

To each one far and near.

© Words Copyright 2004 by Ann Freeman Price

February Books

February Books

In this long, winter month of February I read 16 books and some of them were amazing. Here’s a few:

Into the Nevernight by Anne DeGraaf. I belong to a United Methodist Women’s Book Group that meets monthly and this was our book to discuss in February. It reminded me how privileged a life I live. It’s historical fiction and sometimes is frightening but at the same time compelling. It’s the story of a peace negotiator, of Africa, of the Lost Boys of Sudan…just read it.

Tales of a Female Nomad—Living at large in the world, by Rita Golden Gelman, made me think of how much of a chicken I am—I would never travel as she has traveled after her divorce.

Saving Jesus from the Church—How to stop worshiping Christ and start following Jesus, by Robin R. Myers was a book filled with quotes that you wanted to underline or write down. This too was a Book Club book and made for a good discussion. I have felt for quite a while now that being a Christian for me is about doing. I may never quite “do” enough, but that’s what it’s about.

Hard Times Require Furious Dancing by Alice Walker. Be sure to get this book and read the poem “Calling All Grandmothers.” It is an absolute summons to older women!

The Bomb by Howard Zinn. This book is a small one. It is frightening and disturbing and absolutely necessary to read.

January Books

January 2011 – Books Read

I’m thinking that at the end of each month I’ll post some of the books I’ve read that month. My hope is that you’ll tell me some of the books you’re reading and why you liked them.

In January I read 15 books, but these are the ones I really recommend.

From the Hood to the Hill—A story of overcoming, by Barry C. Black. I’ve already written about this chaplain to the U.S. Senate.

Let’s Take the Long Way Home—A Memoir of Friendship, by Gail Caldwell. This book makes you feel lucky if you have a friendship like Gail Caldwell had and reminds you to cherish the time. I loved the quote: “I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder creatures.”

Still Alice, by Lisa Genova is a well written story about a Harvard . linguistics professor who develops Alzheimer’s disease.

A Complicated Man—The Life of Bill Clinton As Told By Those Who Know Him, by Michael Takiff. This was a fascinating read but also an interesting way to write with public quotes and then with interviews.

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