Balance. With all that presses upon us, many of us seek balance, a place where we are centered, that spiritual space where we can hold together the blessings and challenges of 2020 and find peace. In this week’s Take Your Time Tuesday video, author and retired pastor, Steve Garnaas-Holmes, offers us the Examen as a spiritual practice to find balance and embrace a greater consciousness of the situations in our life.
Based in Ignatian spirituality, the Examen asks us to be aware of moments of light and dark, gratefulness and regret, consolation and desolation, and without judgement, to notice them and to move on. It is a simple practice to find peace in a complex and ever changing world.
The churches on MV are viewing this movie, SACRED GROUND, for island discussions.Below you will find a description of the program. To register, visit: http://tiny.cc/sacredground-mv2020.
Sacred Ground is a film (and readings) based dialogue series on race, grounded in faith. Small groups are invited to walk through chapters of America’s history of race and racism, while weaving in threads of family story, economic class, and political and regional identity. The 10-part series is built around a powerful online curriculum of documentary films and readings that focus on Indigenous, Black, Latino, and Asian/Pacific American histories as they intersect with European American histories.
The series is open to all, and specially designed to help white people talk with other white people. Participants are invited to peel away the layers that have contributed to the challenges and divides of the present day – all while grounded in our call to faith, hope, and love.
Click on blue words below. Gayle Kerr, a spiritual director and supervisor in our Gateways to God program, gently guides us through the 3 phases of Lectio Divina using God’s promises in Isaiah 43. Though it can be hard to see, God is doing a new thing and lectio divina will help us discover it.
In this week’s Take Your Time Tuesday video, Douglas Koch leads a chant with singing bowls of the first word of the Lord’s Prayer, “Abwoon,” followed by Jean Chandler explaining the fullness of the meaning of “Abwoon.”
In Haiti, Mother’s Day is the last Sunday of May, so this year, it was last weekend on May 31st. Usually there is a big production at the Filles de Marie Reine Immaculèe school that the Chilmark Community Church sponsors in Lilavois, Haiti. All the parents come to watch the kids put on performances that they have been practicing for weeks.
The very day I am starting to write this little note, my wife and I were scheduled to fly to the States, ride the bus to Woods Hole, and hopefully catch the last ferry for our yearly six-week visit to the Vineyard. Somehow, this fact has brought us to reminisce about the many experiences there, over 40 years’ worth in my case, a lifetime’s in hers. One has stayed on our minds as particularly meaningful, and as one that paradigmatically defines for us the people of Chilmark. Over the years we have come to appreciate how kind and caring the local society is, and, as a remarkable feature, how lovingly they take care of their elders.
In 1947 my wife’s grandparents bought a property in Chilmark. It included a “quaint little house” (as it is identified in “Martha’s Vineyard — A Short History,” edited by Eleanor Ransom Mayhew) that, to my city-boy’s amazement, had been moved twice before being “deposited” in its beautiful present location, on a little grassy knoll within earshot of Fulling Mill Brook. By the early ’80s, my parents-in-law had taken up full-time residence there. My wife and I, with our two young children, would strive to visit them once a year, usually in December.
Both our daughter and our son had grown particularly fond of spending the Christmas season on the Island. Grandparents’ doting, carols, a beautifully decorated fir tree with tons of colorfully wrapped toys left by Santa under it, and more often than not, snow on which to sled, build snowmen, and have snowball fights were just some of the highlights that did not exist back home, at least not with the same intensity.
My mother, a recent widow, then in her early 80s, had come along with our family of four for the 1990 visit, and was also staying with my in-laws. She spoke no English, but was having a grand time with her extended family. It was not her first visit, and she had already grown very fond of the Island.
In the wee hours of one morning, we heard her talking incoherently in her bed. She was very agitated, and could not generate any meaningful sounds. We immediately called the emergency number, from a rotary-dial phone that is still being used in the house today. In retrospect, it seems that the ambulance arrived even before we hung up the phone. Some of our acquaintances were among the crew, but there was no time for platitudes. They quickly reached the correct diagnosis (diabetic coma), and immediately took the appropriate steps. They saved her life.
She was taken to the M.V. Hospital, where she was in critical condition.
So far this story, while remarkable, is not terribly unusual. EMT volunteers routinely save a lot of lives. What happened next is what lingers in my memory as characteristic and defining of Chilmarkers. The following Sunday, at the proposal of one of the volunteers who had come to the house as part of the ambulance crew, the congregation of the Chilmark Community Church offered a prayer for her recovery, for someone they hardly knew. The following day, Arlene Bodge, Chilmark’s pastor at that time, and some members of her congregation went to the hospital to visit my mother, brought her flowers, and spent quite a while chatting with her — who knows in what language. Also, starting the very same day she was taken to the hospital, several friends, and some other people that we hardly knew, kept coming by the house and calling by telephone, offering to help in any way they could.
For many years, my mother kept coming back to Chilmark with us, and she enjoyed every minute of it.
My mother lived to be 100, and, in spite of some of the usual short-term memory problems of advanced age, she remembered this little story all her life. I still do.
Spain (and Chilmark)
This is beautiful music. Recommend.