Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead)
If you have not watched the film, “Coco” I suggest it for middle school and older. Though not a full and complete explanation of this significant day of memory for Mexican culture, it provides in colorful story form the importance of remembering those that have passed on and celebrating life.
Reformation Day
Considered the beginning of Protestant Christianity Reformation Day remembers Martin Luther’s questioning, in writing, the current theological and ecclesiastical leadership and he called for reforms. Catholicism was the only Christianity at this time. Luther’s alleged questioning of the Church led to his expulsion from the Church and began the development of Protestantism, ie: all other forms of Christianity.
All Saints’ (Souls’) Day
There is no specific date that can be identified with certainty about the beginning of All Saints’ Day. This Catholic tradition of remembering persons that have attained heaven has been embraced by Protestant Christianity as a way to remember persons that have died in the previous year. Many congregations pause during worship to read the names of members and other significant persons to their community that died since the previous November.
There are memories that are factual.
There are memories that we wished were ours, but belong to another.
There are memories you wished had happened the way you remember it, but didn’t, and you know it didn’t. But, the way you remember an event, a smile, a conversation, or a story makes you feel better.
What do these three memories above hold in common? Maybe it is comfort. They also have another characteristic in common: confrontation. This is a part of memory that most of us want to forget. It’s been my experience that memory that confronts is probably a better teacher than memory that comforts. Maybe not?
What memories of the Covid-19 pandemic will comfort and confront us as individuals, as followers of Jesus, and as people who participate in social systems that we call community? What lessons do we need memory to teach heading into Thanksgiving and Advent in a not yet post-pandemic community?
A “teaching memory” from my first year of college I was a religion major at Texas Christian University. Near the end of her lecture, Dr. Camp asked if there were any questions. I raised my hand. “Yes, could you ask that lady (pointing to an older student) to hold her questions until the end, or make an appointment with you so we can get through one of your lectures uninterrupted?” Dr. Camp squinted her eyes and said, “Mr. Davison, please stay behind following class so we can have a few words. Other questions?”
When I approached the desk Dr. Camp said, “Follow me.” We traveled from the classroom to her office. There, Dr. Camp explained the nature of higher education and the behavior expected of religion majors. Then, she quizzed me on the day’s lecture. Once I was sufficiently chastised, Dr. Camp encouraged me to find the student I insulted and apologize. “I expect a written verbatim of your conversation with her by the next class. I suggest you move to a seat near her for the remainder of the semester. Get away from the religion major’s corner. You might learn something.”
I’ll always be grateful for that memory.
I’m a liberal. I don’t think of myself as a progressive though have an appreciation for friends and colleagues that claim the progressive label like I do colleagues and friends that claim the conservative label. Yesterday was a rainy day in my part of Oklahoma. I office at home. A perk of having my office at home is that on rainy days I can listen to my entire Pink Floyd collection on vinyl as loud as I want. The themes and lyrics of Dark Side of the Moon and The Final Cut remain relevant today.
Two stand out.
From: Us and Them, Dark Side of the Moon
And in the end it’s only round ‘n round (round, round, round)
Haven’t you heard it’s a battle of words
The poster bearer cried
“Listen son”, said the man with the gun
There’s room for you inside.
From Two Suns in the Sunset, The Final Cut
And as the windshield melts and my tears evaporate
Leaving only charcoal to defend
Finally I understand the feelings of the few
Ashes and diamonds
Foe and friend
We were all equal in the end
And today, in her latest email from, The Cottage, Diana Butler Bass identifies how a brand of repackaged Pentecostalism with an eschatological authoritarianism has found its way into the Virginia’s election for the next Governor. As I reflect on what has happened to the GOP more broadly and the nostalgia of the SCOTUS for “religious freedom” with a Christian Nationalist’s lens, I realize just how far the ends justifies the means that some will go to gain power and gerrymander control. The patriarchy is striking back systemically and fundamentalism, religious and political, of all kinds has bubbled up in our Nation and around the globe. It is just packaged differently.
An excerpt from, Wolf in Fleece Clothing.
And that’s where Holy Trinity Brompton comes into the story. In 1994, a new Pentecostal revival broke forth in a church in Toronto – thus earning the moniker “The Toronto Blessing” – and made its way across the Atlantic and landed at Holy Trinity. The church became Ground Zero of the revival, a powerful “third wave” of charismatic enthusiasm. This third wave movement emphasized spiritual warfare, the centrality of supernatural signs and wonders, and, perhaps more than anything else, a profound belief that the Spirit is transforming the true church – a purified church – into the actual Kingdom of God on earth. In short, this third wave Pentecostalism is not escapist – it is necessarily and purposefully political, complete with enemies (those who disagree with their theology), a miraculous tool-kit (financial prosperity, charismatic leaders), and a mission – to renew the entire globe on the basis of God’s order through the body of true believers. There is nothing shy about this, it is obvious to insiders, but to those unfamiliar with this history and language, it is hidden in plain sight.
And the faithful marched to a new crusading hymn:
Shine, Jesus, shine
Fill this land with the Father’s glory
Blaze, Spirit, blaze
Set our hearts on fire
Flow, river, flow
Flood the nations with grace and mercy
Send forth your word
Lord, and let there be light
Wolf in Fleece Clothing, Diana Butler Bass. October 28, 2021
Hidden in plain sight. That’s how former President Trump brought his brand of graft and transactional leadership to the Federal government. I think political leaders in our Nation that profess with their words or actions a “biblical” worldview are dangerous. Those persons are, more often than not, some version of a religious or ideological fundamentalist with authoritarian leanings. If you think citizens of Russia, Turkey, or Saudi Arabia have it good, then you might be comfortable with authoritarianism disguised as “democracy-lite.” Persons in those countries certainly “know their place.” And as the wealth gap grows in our Nation we are certainly more a capitalist caste system than a bootstraps, work hard, change your stars system. There are, of course, exceptions in both systems.
If you are reaching for a keyboard to point out my white privilege, thank you. I understand that many feel like culture is changing too fast. I experience that as well. As a GenX’er, I empathize with those frightened by the speed of change, and those for whom cultural change that includes them cannot come fast enough. But, I’ve put away childish ways. Well, most of the time I’ve put away childish ways. The comedy “Blazing Saddles” remains relevant for a time like ours.
When will the space aliens arrive? Really. A global pandemic hasn’t brought people together. Really.