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Winter’s darkness

JJ told me, from experience, that more people die in the winter. Some think it’s a connection to the holidays; others tie it to being indoors with our germs more. In any case, winter is the funeral home “busy season.” 

I’m sad that a few people close to me will be ushering in the winter with trips to the funeral home. Over the past week I’ve watched and listened and prayed as these people I care for say goodbyes to women – mothers, sisters, friends – that have left the earth “too early” as the sentiment goes. Both of these women left behind very young children to grow up to know their mother’s love translated only through the voices of others. 
The entire experience of the grief around me leaves me paralyzed, often feeling powerless. What exactly can be said in such sad situations? How does one express sympathy, empathize with the hurt that others feel? How do I show love without being contrite, insensitive with corny sayings that makes only the sayer, not the hearer, feel better? 
After dropping off H boy at school this morning, one of my favorite DC*B songs came on, to which they made a video a year or so ago. As I was crying driving through it, I pondered the depths of his wisdom. 
The song came to mind because I knew the video told the story that these families are experiencing; but it also sang to me and my calling in the situation: to shine whatever light I have. 
Winter covers us in darkness; we hunker down and try to stay warm, allowing the early and long nights to keep us separated from others. I find it no coincidence that the Church has chosen to celebrate the coming of Christ amid the darkness by using the symbols of stars and light. That’s what following Jesus is all about, right? Holding something up so that, when others cannot see – when the darkness overcomes, when the grief and pain blindfolds us – perhaps the light we carry will be enough to help them take the next step. To face the next day. Or even just the next hour. 
Shine your light so that all can see it, lift it up ’cause the whole world needs it; love has come what joy to hear it- He has overcome, He has overcome
Full lyrics to SMS Shine

The Average Disciple

I once had a professor tell me that she didn’t write or highlight in her Bible because she felt that when she returned to the scripture, each time it was as if she were a new person. She didn’t want to be told by her former selves what she should be hearing from the passages. This morning gave me one of those experiences. I’ve read, heard and probably even taught on the feeding of the five thousand several times. But if you return to it anew, it will speak anew. 

Jesus had just sent out his disciples on his behalf to heal and teach on his behalf. In Mark 6:30, we see them all return, reporting in on their events. But because the crowds wouldn’t leave Jesus alone, he suggested they all get away for some quiet R&R. 
The crowds, however, thought otherwise. They actually beat them to their destination, and Jesus – being the nice guy he is – had compassion on them so he had them sit down for some teaching. As it got later and later, the disciples tell him, “you know, we ought to send these folks out for dinner.” 
Here’s what never caught me before: in verse 31 – the very beginning of the story – it mentions that the crowds had made it so that the disciples “did not even have a chance to eat.” So when it starts to get late, we have to ask, who is really hungry here? In verse 34 Jesus had compassion on the people, not because they were hungry, but because they were like sheep without a shepherd. We don’t hear a word of concern about food from the the mass of followers. 
So when the disciples mention to Jesus, “go tell them to get dinner”, he tells them, “you give them something to eat” and proceeds to miraculously feed 5,000 men (plus women and children) with 5 loaves and 2 fish. 
I have to ask who this miracle was really for: the disciples, who just want to eat and keep Jesus to themselves so they can talk about all the wonderful things they did on his behalf? Or the crowd of people who followed and made no mention of being hungry, who just wanted to hear what Jesus had to say? 
Jesus recognizes the power of mission and He was the force behind sending out his disciples; but he seems to have a very important message for his leading men when they return: the Kingdom of God is Near. It’s not “out there” but wherever you are seeking it. It’s right in front of you, though all you hear is the growl of your bellies. 
How easy it is to sit in the seat of the disciples. Often I wonder if they teach me more about my nature than Jesus does. They want so awfully bad to be like Jesus, to do and live as he says, but they miss the forest for the trees. And when they do something right and simply want to celebrate, they miss the point of the life of a servant: the people in front of their very faces at this moment
Stay tuned: next, these guys get in a boat. And that always leads to a teachable moment. 

Where it hurts

I left Athens in 2003 and took 3 nuggets to guide me. Through my involvement in Cru  and church, I had learned to love and follow Jesus. From Dr. Bugeja I discovered that ethics is about setting your price tag (great story, ask me later) and from Professor Haggerty I heard I should “follow the money trail.” All three came full circle this election. 

Simply put, I’d like to remind my friends of all persuasions that the government doesn’t create all jobs, consumers do, too. Hands down, jobs and economy were key issues for this election. Now we have about half the nation upset at the outlook for the next 4 years, whining and complaining that jobs and markets look bleak. 
So, I say it again, vote with your dollar. 
The powers-that-be maintain their status because we’re writing their checks. And we do it in the name of “cheaper and easier.” 
I have a friend who owns a store. It’s a beautiful store filled with products she adamantly believes in and uses at home. She won’t sell me something she wouldn’t use for her own kids. But her store contains niche products, not created for masses but for those who specifically seek them out. She can tell you the place in which each of her products are made, and probably even the first names of the product creators. She can explain advantages, disadvantages and proper uses. She’s filled with a wealth of wisdom that anyone seeking this niche lifestyle would come and sit at her feet for hours. 
And you know what happens? Customers come in and check it out. They listen to her advice and take copious notes. Then they buy it on Amazon. In the name of a few dollars
We like to bicker and complain about the dismal shape of the economy yet we’re not willing to keep a local storefront thriving because we like to save a few bucks. It happens in nearly any industry. But our unwillingness to direct our dollar towards the local people who provide product, leadership, commerce, not to mention jobs to our local community will be the death of our economy, not any political figurehead. 
I’ve heard – and used – the argument that such a lifestyle is simply too expensive. I buy $4 lettuce from my co-op when I can get it for under $2 (without a 40% off sticker) at Meijer. Sometimes local is expensive because it’s not afforded the luxury of mass production. (But increase the number of local buyers? Perhaps you’ll see prices begin to dip. The farmer can grow more, afford to hire a few hands, and compete with his prices while creating jobs.) 
Our challenge isn’t that we don’t have enough money to support our local merchants – the problem is that we don’t have enough money to have everything we want. Sometimes we have to make choices. For our household, it came down to Cheetos vs. local lettuce. (Okay, The high amount of crap in Cheetos did weigh in on that decision). We could afford to buy local designs if we didn’t feel the need to fill more than one closet with clothes. We would put the money out for a nearby photog if we didn’t believe that every month needed to be captured on film canvass. And don’t get me started on art. 
Sam Walton convinced us that we could have it all because it’s cheap enough. But when we buy in, we choose consumption instead of supporting our very neighbors – the people down our street, the parents of the kid on our son’s soccer team, the folks buying ads for our school programs. The tax-payers of our schools, which we complain need more help (enter: more jobs). 
For the past 12 months we’ve been inundated by the republican and democratic parties who spent billions trying to persuade us that their candidates were the only hopes for our future. According to an “official” site the grand total was $1,171,000,000. According to my “unofficial” FB poll, only 1 in 12 individuals contributed  “minimally” to the Presidential election*. If that stat translated, then he spent $59,906 (based on Census results). (BTW, friend, could I get a loan?) 
So, how did our mailboxes really get stuffed? Haggerty said, Follow the money trail. For instance: my Republican teacher friends ought to be awfully frustrated, as their NEA union spent their hard-earned salaries-turned-dues to the tune of $10,928,466 (Thanks David Guggenheim for pointing me to that relationship). Our biggest Democratic-minded businesses seem to be Google and Microsoft. For the Republicans, it’s Goldman-Sachs and and Bank of America (so, that’s where my late fee goes…) (source). These are just the super-big players. I completely avoided the research involved with PACs and SuperPACs. That just makes my head spin. 
Friends, can you imagine what politics would look like if we took away the power of the corporate dollar? 
Can you imagine the shape of our communities if we rerouted that influence to our downtown, to the people who actually know our names and faces and children and needs? 
Large organizations have their place; several corporations do a splendid job providing for their communities (Honda, Nationwide and Hobart come to mind). Not all big business is evil and we all find a place for it in our lives (I still shop at Meijer. I’m not a purist.)  But let’s be careful just how much their voice is heard over ours.  I’m not sure power is ever really stolen, but rather purchased. So, the next time you find yourself swiping the plastic, ask who will be speaking on your behalf. 
**A note on sources: Opensecrets seemed to be a popular one as I did some very basic, non-journalistic googling. I can’t vouch for it’s accuracy, but Google does when they put it in the top 10 search results. 

*However, 2 others did support local politics. Another tally in the Power of Local column. 
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