Friday, April 30, 2010

Why Didn't Someone DO Something?

Earlier this week upon entering the neighborhood branch of my bank, I was annoyed by the sight of a flat panel television, mounted on the wall, appropriately tuned to CNN.  The annoyance originated with a recurring thought  that it seems we are being conditioned to expect entertainment at every turn.  Think of where monitors are found today:  grocery store aisles and checkout counters, gas pumps, offices, and more.  Have you been to a basketball game lately?  There is no moment of inactivity.  Timeouts are filled with women wearing skimpy uniforms, smiling broadly to show off their five-figure laser-bright dental work, and shaking their boobs and back sides while bouncing their bobbled heads.  Or beer-breathed bubbas race down to try to shoot a basket from half court to win whatever prize awaits.  And when all else fails, blaring music prompts many who have a sense of rhythm, and more who don't, to cut a jig at their seats or in the aisles.  It is bad enough that hard-working folks pay huge sums of money for tickets and concessions to watch grown men play a game and make more than a lifetime of the average person's income, in one season.  Yep, we get more, much more than our fair share of entertainment, so much so, that the lack of attention to detail and/or anything matter of substance, is ever increasing.

All of these thoughts were hammering away in my head, when my attention was drawn to the annoying monitor.  I was captivated by a video, and watched as people passed by a man lying on a New York sidewalk, bleeding.  At least seven people walked past this man.  Did anyone stop?  Well, a couple of folks most surely did.  One stopped, lifted the man's body, exposing the blood.  Then, he walked away.  Another man stopped, brandished his mobile phone and took a picture of the wounded man.  Did he make a phone call?  No.  He walked away.  So overcome was this writer, that she had to exit the bank and take refuge in her Jeep so as not to make a spectacle of herself in the bank.

As I sat in my vehicle, I could not help but try to imagine what the man's thoughts were as he lay on the sidewalk, dying.  His wounds were sustained in an effort to help another, who did not hang around, nor call for assistance.  I thought of some of the times I had been in distress.  Once at a Greenway Plaza office building in Houston, there was an evacuation.  I was on the 28th floor.  Having a chronic medical condition, I did not look forward to walking down so many stairs to the first floor, but there was no choice.  On my way down, I was passed by more able-bodied folks who did not always take care to avoid contact with me.  I was jostled by a crowd coming from a floor occupied by an investment firm, the median age of its employees being 21.  It was all I could do to cling to the rail while the human herd stampeded past in their descent.  When I finally reached the ground floor and walked outside, my knees buckled when I had nothing to hold onto, and I toppled over, to the amusement of some of the folks standing around.   On the other hand, I also remembered an episode at the post office in downtown Houston, when, as I turned to reach for a pen, a stabbing pain and a locked joint dared me to straighten up.   Not only postal workers, but customers offered me assistance.  

Episodes like the one in New York make us wonder what has happened to humankind in general.  Yes, there has always been evil in the world.  And this is far worse than plain old evil.  Evil is relatively easy.  You see it, recognize it for what it is, and deal with it accordingly.  However, indifference is in a zone all to itself.  Indifference can inject itself into our veins, infecting us with a that's not my problem attitude.  I am reminded of a question proffered by my pastor, Steve Wells, during a Wednesday evening Bible study:  What is the opposite of love?   Naturally, some replied hate.  No, not hate, but indifference. 

Think about it:  did the folks -- at least seven of them -- bypass the wounded man because they hate him?  Is it logical to assume that they hate him?  I think not.  There is no indication of hate.  There is, however, an indication of indifference.  How else could it be, other than no one showed any care or concern for the wounded man, except they lacked love -- that basic benevolent concern for another human being.    I cannot help but wonder if a known personality were to lay on a sidewalk, not even injured, how long it would take for scores of people -- and even more media -- to show up. 

So, what is the deal?  Simply this:  we have become desensitized to any external stimulation that does not serve our need for constant entertainment.  We are charter members of the "IT'S ALL ABOUT ME" club.  And since we care for no one but ourselves, each person has his own chapter of the IT'S ALL ABOUT ME club, with a total membership of one.  And as was told to me years ago, the one who lives by oneself, for oneself, and in oneself, is always contaminated by the company one keeps.

What about the seven or more who passed by Hugo Alfred Tale-Yax (yep, he has a name, too).  Have they given him a thought since the moment of their encounter with him?  What if the next such incident involves someone they know?  Someone they think they care about?  Will there be cries of indignation?  Will there by weeping, waling, gnashing of teeth?  An offering of a reward for such a heinous act?  Impromptu shrines?  Candlelight vigils?  Press conferences?  When it matters to them, what will be the aftermath?  Will they wonder why didn't someone DO something?  

In case you haven't noticed, we have been lulled into a false sense of "okay-ness" where fluff matters and substance is inconsequential.  We have been indoctrinated to think that everyone else's problems are just their's.  What we have failed to remember is that what happens to one happens to us all.  When all of us matter, we will all do something.

Friday, April 16, 2010

BEST POEM IN THE WORLD

Do you ever see or hear something and think I wish I could have thought of that!?  Well, for what I will share with you here, I had the same thought.  Many thanks to my distinguished colleague in San Antonio, Texas, R. Neff, for sending this to me:

I was shocked, confused, bewildered 
As I entered Heaven's door, 
Not by the beauty of it all, 
Nor the lights or its decor. 

But it was the folks in Heaven 
Who made me sputter and gasp-- 
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash. 

There stood the kid from seventh grade 
Who swiped my lunch money twice. 
Next to him was my old neighbor 
Who never said anything nice. 

Bob, who I always thought 
Was rotting away in hell, 
Was sitting on cloud nine, 
Looking incredibly well. 

I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal? 
I would love to hear Your take. 
How'd all these sinners get up here? 
God must've made a mistake. 

'And why is everyone so quiet, 
So somber - give me a clue.' 
'Hush, child,' He said,
'they're all in shock. 
No one thought they'd be seeing you.' 

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Just live; just worship


It was a rehearsal like any other, and yet, it was unique in its own way.  As usual, our gathering began with a little stretching of most bodies tired from the day, and vocal exercises for already strained voices.  Still we go through these exercises and find that afterwards we are, as usual, a little more relaxed and a lot more focused on the plan of attack devised by our minister of music.

As the rehearsal progressed from one musical work to the next, it was more like worship.  Getting caught up in the message and movement of a song is nothing new to this writer.  And it matters not when or where.  Somewhere in the middle of "At the Name of Jesus, every knee shall bow and every tongue shall confess that Jesus Christ is Lord" the 60 or 70 or so folks seemed to number in the thousands.  At that moment I was reminded of soap-box speeches from years ago, reminding my choirs that worship is not just what you do on Sunday morning; it's about how you live.  Tonight I was reminded that even in the process of preparing for worship, there is worship indeed.

I cannot help but wonder if remaining mindful that living is itself a form of worship, will folks see -- hear -- and experience from this vessel -- more of Christ and less of Andrea?   We shall see.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Progressive Think????

Today I received an e-mail, via Twitter, from someone inviting me to be a "guest blogger" at "progressivethink"  Since this is not the run-of-the-mill junk/spam, I went to the blogsite to explore.

Like most folks who use labels to define themselves and other folks, it appears from a cursory inspection that Progressive Think is yet another six-sided confinement, a/k/a a box, in which one must fit in order to comport with that blogsite's standards.  Taken aback, I trotted over to m-w.com to reassure myself of the meaning of the word "progressive."   "Of, relating to, or characterized by progress" is one thing.  And "thinking like our founding fathers" is not necessarily a bad thing.  But considering that holding slaves was not beneath many of our founding fathers, this particular descendant of slaves cannot help but wonder, which part of "thinking like our founding fathers" do the good folks at progressivethink have in mind?  And while I do not agree with President Obama's positions on all matters (as I have never agreed with any President, regardless of political label, on all matters), it appears that if I am an Obama supporter, my writing would not be appropriate for progressivethink.  In other words, I am free to express myself on that site as long as my thoughts align with theirs.   And they dare to invoke belief in the Constitution.  Perhaps an exception is made as to the First Amendment.  And what about those other good old Amendments?  If the first is excepted, are the 13th et seq. excepted as well?  In other words, is this writer of the Darker Nation considered slave or free?  Fractionally or wholly human?

I am reminded of a recent sermon or Bible study (I forget which, and I guess it really doesn't matter), Pastor Steve Wells reminded us that centuries ago the word "awful" had a meaning distinctly different from how that word is used today.  With that thought in mind, I am trying to conjure up what the good folks at progressivethink intend for the words "progressive," "conservative," and "libertarian" to mean as used in the context of that blogsite.  Perhaps they are akin to what some folks call the "good old days."  Now those days are different, depending on whom you query.

Like it or not, this is one nation under God, for God is over everything.  Unfortunately, the "indivisible, with liberty and justice for all" part is under serious attack.  Think about the struggles and strife which dominate today's media.  Rather than pulling together, there are tugs of war.  Rather than pulling together, one group is saying "no" to everything that is productive and doable, and another is saying "yes" to everything that is ridiculous and damaging.   No one seems to be thinking about the good of the whole.  We are plagued by the party of everything goes and the party of no.  This writer longs for the party of reason and common sense.

And before my super-liberal acquaintances start their victory lap over this little blog, please take a look in the nearest mirror.  The bottom line is this: regardless of the label to which the reader subscribes, there is something radically wrong with whomever thinks that everyone who does not think and believe exactly one's way all wrong, and one is all right.

Get a grip, folks, we're all messed up in so many ways.  Why not stop the finger-pointing and start looking in the mirror?  I dare you to take a look.  See that?  That little zit on the tip of your nose?  You might be able to do something about that before you mention mine.  Now that would be progress indeed.