Jimmy Carter, Servant Leader Par Excellence

I came of age politically in the bloody year of 1968, a year of political assassinations and a violent Democratic National Convention in Chicago. Hubert Humphrey, badly weakened by those events and the increasingly unpopular Viet Nam War, lost that year’s Presidential election to Richard Nixon, who won a landslide re-election over George McGovern four years later. I was 0-2 in presidential election votes.

Nixon was forced to resign in disgrace by the Watergate scandal just two years later in 1974, setting the stage for a little-known Georgia governor/peanut farmer to launch an unlikely presidential campaign in 1975. Elected by a razor slim margin in 1976, that 39th U.S. President was Jimmy Carter who died recently at the age of 100.

I have great admiration for this President who was one of the most honest and compassionate to ever serve as our Commander in Chief. His record of human rights promotion and tireless work for peace and justice while in office and for forty years afterward is an example of faith-based servant leadership that few have achieved; but all of us should emulate if we want our badly broken world to survive the current political, economic, and ecological crises facing us.

Much more eloquent tributes than mine have poured in from all over the world since President Carter’s death, but I have a personal memory in addition to all of his remarkable accomplishments. Jimmy Carter was the first presidential candidate I ever voted for who actually won the election. In fact in my first six presidential election cycles Jimmy Carter was my only winner.

In retrospect Carter was too honest and kind to survive in the dog-eat-dog world of Washington politics. So he will not go down in history as a very successful President in spite of remarkable legislative accomplishments, significant civil rights and women’s rights actions, and the Camp David peace accords between Egypt and Israel.

I had forgotten that the two things that doomed Carter’s re-election in 1980, the Arab oil embargo and the hostage take over of the U.S. embassy in Tehran, were done in retaliation for Carter’s peacemaking efforts and his compassionate welcome of the former Shah of Iran to the U.S. for medical treatment.

There was also some underhanded dealing by Carter’s Republican challenger, Ronald Reagan, who struck a deal with Iran to hold the hostages until after the election. As I said before, Carter was too honest and kind for political infighting.

As I have listened and read about President Carter in the last week I have been humbled by his faith-based commitment to a life of service in spite of illness and advancing age. He created a new vision of what it means to continue to serve humanity after “retirement” from public service.

He and Rosalyn did more for humanity after the age of 90 than most of us ever accomplish in a lifetime. At the age of 78 I personally have trouble making it through one day at a time, and yet as a cancer surviving octogenarian Jimmy and Rosalyn circled the globe building houses, curing diseases, and promoting democracy.

And in his spare time Carter taught Sunday School for decades and wrote 30 books! How he managed that much writing given his schedule is way beyond me. I self-published one small book 13 years ago and haven’t had the discipline or energy to attempt another one since.

As a pastor I also have great admiration for Carter’s prophetic witness about human rights for women and LGBTQA+ people. He humbly credits his mother Lillian for his inclusive attitude toward all people, and they were both way ahead of their time. Carter was such a man of principle that he left his life-long membership in the Southern Baptist Convention over his denomination’s discrimination against women pastors and leaders.

If anyone has ever deserved to hear the words, “Well done, you good and faithful servant,” it is James Earl Carter, Jr., humble peanut farmer, 39th President, and exemplary servant leader. As I begin 2025 one of my goals is to in some small way live a life worthy of Jimmy Carter’s example.

Lighting of the Christ Candle

We know the Christmas story so well it doesn’t shock us like it should. God in human form born in a barn! What kind of delivery room is that for a Holy Child?  But that is what happens when we think outside the box like that humble innkeeper in Bethlehem.  He made room when there was no room, and his stable became a home for the Holy. 

All during the four weeks of Advent this year we have been exploring what it means to create a home for the Holy in 2024. We have lit a candle on our Advent Wreath for each of the core values needed to house the Holy: Hope, Peace, Joy, and Love. Those are the necessary human qualities for God to set up camp in our hearts.

Tonight we are adding the final piece of our home for the Holy. As the letter to the Ephesians tells us: “with Christ Jesus himself as the cornerstone; in him the whole structure is joined together and grows into a holy temple in the Lord.”

Christ is the cornerstone who holds any home for the Holy together and preserves it against all threats the forces of evil can muster. The Christ child is born in a stable, not in a mansion or a palace, because God favors the poor and humble over the high and mighty. And the message from Bethlehem is that we can all become a home for the Holy if we make room in our hearts for the strangers and the outsiders in our midst.

And so tonight on this Holy Night we light the Christ Candle to celebrate the coming again of the Light of the World.

Please pray with me:

O God, with grateful hearts we once more give thanks for the gift of a helpless baby who comes to save us from ourselves and from the temptations of the world. He is our cornerstone, the solid foundation upon which we stand when everything else fails us. He will live in our hearts when all the Christmas lights are turned off.  His light will never be out of season. It never burns out or goes dark. Calm our fears on this silent night. Make us brave enough to let Christ into our hearts, that we may all be one small part of his Holy home tonight and forever. Amen

Northwest UMC, Columbus, OH, Christmas Eve 2024

Fourth Sunday of Advent, Love

As we have imagined a home for the Holy this Advent we have laid a foundation of Hope; built four solid walls of Peace; and opened the doors and windows last week so Joy can be shared with the world.

Every home needs a source of heat on cold December days, and so today we light a fire of Love in the fireplace of our humble home.  The Love we celebrate at Advent is God’s eternal, unconditional love that nothing can ever overcome.

In every generation there are Herods who try to snuff out God’s Love, but those forces of evil never win.  They can huff and puff all they want, but no hurricane of hate will ever blow down the home for the Holy. 

And so today we light this final candle, the candle of Love, to remind ourselves that nothing in all creation can separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus.

Let us pray:

O Emmanuel, we give you thanks and praise that you love us, even when we are selfish and undeserving.  You are with us always like a guiding north star to lead us back home when we are lost.  You wrap us in your love when we are afraid.  You restore our hope when our faith falters.  You alone can give us the peace that passes all understanding.  You give us all these gifts wrapped in swaddling clothes lying in a manger, and our hearts are filled with Joy.  Remind us again to open the doors of our hearts so the Holy Love that came down at Christmas can dwell within us and overflow into our broken world.  Amen

Northwest UMC, December 22, 2024

Third Sunday of Advent 2024, Joy

Piece by piece we are building housing for the Holy this Advent season.

On the first Sunday of Advent we laid a foundation of Hope for God’s Holy home. [Relight first candle].

Last Sunday we raised four walls of eternal Peace on that foundation. [Relight second candle].

Today, on this third Sunday, we are adding windows and doors so Joy can shine forth to a world hungering and thirsting for that illusive quality of life that is so much more than happiness.

 Happiness is fleeting; it comes briefly with a moment of success, a random act of kindness, or a surprise visit of a friend. But like the sun setting in the west happiness soon fades away, leaving us longing for more.

 Joy is deeper than happiness, unaffected by external circumstances. Joy is like the calm below the sea. No matter how high the wind blows the waves on the surface of the ocean, the same serenity persists below. The whales and sea turtles swim confidently without fear, and the manatees play together, trusting the water around them to sustain their lives.

 Joy for us is like Jesus calming the storm on the Sea of Galilee. When life threatens to collapse around us from illness, grief, pain, or broken-heartedness, joy is the anchor that steadies and sustains us. Joy cannot be explained or be bought and sold. But those grounded in the eternal God of the entire Cosmos shine with the simple trust that nothing in all creation can extinguish.

Joy is a home for the Holy built on the Rock of Ages, and it is the precious gift of Advent we celebrate today as we light the third candle on our wreath. [Light 3rd candle]

Let us pray:

O Giver of Great Joy, we use these metaphors of things we can see to point toward the Holy mystery we can only glimpse in a mirror dimly. The whole miracle of the your coming in flesh to share our humanity is more than we can begin to understand. We marvel at the meanings revealed to us in the Gospel narratives–how you chose to reveal yourself through common people like an unwed mother, a carpenter, shepherds, and foreign astrologers. It is with those ordinary souls you found a home for the Holy so long ago, and it is through their stories you reveal to us that we can be innkeepers who shelter the strangers today or parents to your sons and daughters right now. During this Advent season help us prepare a place in our own hearts where your Holy Spirit can dwell and bring Joy to your people and to your world. Amen

Northwest UMC, Columbus, Ohio, Advent 2024

Sports Parables for Advent

One of my very few good memories from my Little League baseball days ironically occurred when I was batting against the very best pitcher in our league. Jim was a great athlete. He went on to star in football, basketball, and baseball in our local high school and then went on to pitch for Ohio State University in college.

 I, on the other hand, was the epitome of the 90 pound weakling. I love sports and played them all in neighborhood pickup games, but I was severely overmatched when it came to organized baseball. So, when I stepped into the batter’s box that day against this hard throwing lefty everyone, including Jim, my coaches, and me, knew that I had zero chance of getting the bat around fast enough to hit Jim’s fastball.

 The only things I had going for me were that I was a good bunter, and a had good baseball mind, even at age 10. I don’t remember if the idea came to me while watching Jim pitch from our bench or in the on deck circle, but somewhere prior to stepping up to bat I noticed that when Jim’s follow through when he released the ball was carrying him toward the 3rd base side of the infield. So I concluded that if I could bunt the ball to the first base side it would be harder for him to field it.

Our bunt sign was a tug on his ear by our first base coach, and I was thrilled to see him flash me that sign. My plan worked to perfection. I was able to lay down a good bunt up the first base line, far enough that neither the catcher nor the pitcher could get to it in time and short enough that the first baseman couldn’t either. I don’t remember if I was able to advance from first that day, and I’m sure Jim got me out every other time I faced him unless I drew a walk because of my small strike zone. But on that one day my David was successful over Jim’s Goliath by using my head when my braun was far from up to the task.

A current example of that principle occurred just two weeks ago. Unless you are a Sr. citizen like me and a long-time college football fan the name Wayne Woodrow “Woody” Hayes may not mean much to you. But in Columbus, Ohio you only have to use the nickname “Woody’ and everyone knows of whom you speak. Woody was the longest tenured head football coach of Ohio State University football from 1951-1978, amassing 13 Big 10 championships and 5 national titles.

College football was, granted, a different game in many, many ways back then, but the biggest difference on the field was that the running game was much more important than today’s emphasis on passing. So Woody was famous for his offensive philosophy dubbed “4 yards and a cloud of dust.” He also liked to say that “when you pass two things can happen, and two of them are bad.”

I have a non-football point here, so bear with me, please. About two weeks ago Ohio State suffered a huge upset at the hands of bitter rival the University of Michigan. These OSU Buckeyes have one of the best passing offenses in the nation and used it to score their only touchdown of the game quite easily just before half time to tie the score at 10-10. Buckeye Nation breathed a huge sigh of relief thinking the Offensive Coordinator had awakened from his post-Thanksgiving slumber. But then in the second half the Bucks reverted to a Woody offense repeatedly running the ball into the center of Michigan’s defensive line, the strongest part of their line, even when it gained very little.

The end result was a scoreless second half for OSU and a stunning 13-10 upset loss to an unranked, five-loss team we were favored to beat by 20 points. There are no shortage of Sunday and Monday morning quarterbacks in Columbus, but I hit upon an Advent-related theory to what happened in the “Shoe,” (the nickname for OSU’s horseshoe shaped stadium).

So here goes: OSU has been accused, after losing three straight games to Michigan, of being “soft.” So my theory is that the OSU players and especially the coaches had two goals on November 30. One was to win the game, but I think the second goal may have taken precedence over winning; and that goal was to prove how “tough” they are. And the way to do that is to prove you can run the ball successfully against the highly ranked Michigan defensive line.

And so we kept doing that over and over, even when it was quite obvious to us “expert” fans that it wasn’t working. Sometimes, OSU coaches, playing smarter is better than brute force. I think the play calling, and football in general, is a. prime example of toxic masculinity. But here’s the Advent connection. John the Baptist was a wild man, tough enough to live in the wilderness and eat wild honey and locusts, but even he knew his kind of strength wasn’t the most important. John said, “… the one who is coming after me is more powerful than I, and I am not worthy to carry his sandals.” (Matthew 3:11) John didn’t understand Jesus’ power, but he came to prepare the way for one who was the real Messiah, the one who was able to reject all of Satan’s temptations of worldly power, who taught us to turn the other cheek, to pray for, to love, and even forgive our enemies!

Author Joseph Nye Jr. didn’t reference Jesus’ kind of power in his 1990 book, “Soft Power,” but the parallels are significant. Nye’s work argued that post-Cold War we need a different approach to international relations than the “Hard Power” of military strength and war. Soft Power relies on things like diplomacy, negotiation, compromise, and collaboration.

In similar words Jesus came in the tradition of Isaiah, Micah, and other Hebrew prophets who proclaimed peace that beats swords into plowshares, and treating aliens in your midst like everyone else. He knew real power is as Psalms 20:7 says, “Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God.”

This all explains why Jesus was born in a barn and not in a palace; why he picked fishermen and tax collectors for his disciples and not temple or political leaders; why he washed feet at the Last Supper; and why he told Peter to put away his sword in the Garden of Gethsemane before going peacefully with his captors to the cross. Jesus knew where the real power lay, even at age 12 when he chose to be in God’s house teaching the elders rather than listening to their version of power.

Jesus knew that those expecting a warrior king, including the Zealots and some of his disciples, were wrong and he resisted their urging to take up the sword and drive the hated, oppressing Romans out.  Can you image what a debacle that would have been to put Jesus’ rag tag band up against the Roman legions?  Jesus knew better.

Unfortunately 2000 years later we are still not as smart as Jesus was at age 12. As a pre-teen Jesus knew no one wins in the game of war. Violence of any kind only begets more violence and perpetuates the cycle of revenge and retribution.

My prayer is that for Advent and Christmas 2024 is that we will let this child lead us and that his true message of peace on earth for all people will penetrate deeply into our notion that wealth, worldly power, and toxic toughness have never worked and never will. Come, Lord Jesus, Come.

Advent 2024 Second Sunday, Peace

Jesus said we are the light of the world, and to not hide that light under a basket.  On this second Sunday of Advent we celebrate the light of Christ, of which we are a mere reflection.  Oh, there is plenty of darkness around us: wars in Gaza, Syria, Ukraine; violence on our streets, in South Korea, and on football fields nationwide.  My little light won’t make a dent in the darkness, and neither will yours; but if we all light our own candle and combine them we will be able to see our way.

Jesus also called us to be peacemakers, active participants in building a home for the Holy One, and for creating God’s reign on earth where all of God’s children can sleep in heavenly peace. Let us build a home for the Holy where AK-47’s are transformed into farm tools and bayonets into pruning shears.  

Our Advent candle of peace is a beacon of light to show the way home to weary travelers who stumble in the darkness.  And so today we once again light our Advent candle of peace, even though we may be feeling fearful of the darkness.  

Please pray with me:

O Holy God, you spoke light into darkness on the very first day of creation, and no amount of human folly and sin has ever overcome that light.  Renew our faith this Advent season.  Remind us that we are children of your eternal light.  And when we grow fearful or discouraged, let us remember these words from poet Amanda Gorman: “When day comes, we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid. The new dawn blooms as we free it. For there is always light if only we’re brave enough to see it, if only we’re brave enough to be it.” Give us courage to be the light, we pray. Amen

Advent 2024, Hope

In the busy Advent season it is easy to lose sight of the purpose of this part of the Christian year.  Our calendars and to do lists are crammed full of important traditions and celebrations, and we don’t think we have any time or energy left to create housing for the Holy! 

On this first Sunday of Advent we are focusing on making room for Hope in a world that often looks hopeless.  In the short run where we live that may seem to be the case.  But here’s the thing; God doesn’t live in the short run but in the cosmic expanse of time and space.  And that’s where our hope comes from.

Emmanuel, God with us, isn’t just a December thing.  The one we are preparing for, the helpless baby born in a barn is with us for eternity.  Our hope is not in things or people that are here today and gone tomorrow, but in the God of all creation.  As Diana Butler Bass reminds us reminds us with this quote from Revelation, our hope is anchored in one “who is and who was and who is to come”–a mysterious presence that warms our hearts on the coldest and darkest seasons of our lives.

And so today we light the Candle of Hope, a tiny flame that represents the reason a weary world can still rejoice.

Please pray with me:

O Holy creator and sustainer God, remind us as we begin this Advent season that you can bring forth hope anywhere and everywhere.  You reveal your glory in a gorgeous sunrise, in a loving smile, and even in a humble stable.  Your holiness is all around us, in a cloud of witnesses who have gone before us, in a warm embrace when there are no words required, and in random acts of kindness that are contagious.  Our prayer today is that you will help us take time from our busyness to clear out some anger or doubt in our hearts and make room for the Holy, for our hearts are truly the only space you need to give birth to the gift of Hope.  We offer our prayers and our hearts in the name of the babe of Bethlehem who still gives hope to our weary world. Amen

Northwest UMC, December 1, 2024

The Demise of Empathy

“Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” Jesus, The Beatitudes, Matthew 5:4

Of all the things I am sad about from the recent election, one of the most is my realization that a lack of empathy is largely responsible for the huge chasm dividing one half of this nation from the other.

That should have been obvious to me months, if not years, ago. A President-elect who mocks disabled Americans, who calls a decorated POW a loser, who denigrates gold star families and WWII dead, who calls insurrectionists “patriots,”and who threatens revenge on his political opponents and mass deportation to struggling immigrants is certainly no poster child for empathy.

Full disclosure, empathy or the lack thereof cuts both ways. I cannot bemoan the lack of empathy among others without confessing my own antipathy for those who voted for Trump and his fellow MAGAmaniacs.

That said, I have experienced the lack of empathy on a very personal level as I have tried to cope with my own anxiety and depression about the election outcomes. And by the way, the recent clown car arrivals at Mar-a-Lago containing new cabinet nominees has only deepened my concerns over the future of our nation and world.

To those who have mocked the grief and mourning of those like me who are genuinely fearful about the future, I would says this: Feelings are not debatable. They just are. So when I say I feel like I’m living thru a bad SNL, skit you can’t argue me out of that feeling. It is how I feel and no argument is going to change that.

Even if my Trumpian friends make some good points that we can agree on about the current state of our nation, we continue to disagree on who is to blame for the immigration, health care, economic, and a host of other problems.

While the MAGA crowd holds the government responsible for our societal problems, I argue that big business is to blame for most of our woes. not the government. And that unregulated capitalism will be a total disaster for the only planet we have.

Some justify Trump’s cabinet selection of “successful” business people makes sense because the government is one big business. I disagree strongly that our government is a business. The purpose of a business is to make profit for its owners and stakeholders. That is not the purpose of our democratic government, which is to defend and protect the rights and welfare of our citizens.

Those are two very different purposes. From our history we know that the business leaders/“robber barons” are the very folks who drove us into a worldwide depression in the 1920’s. Unregulated capitalism always favors profit over people. Those same geniuses of business also began the destruction of our planet with the greed fostered by the Industrial Revolution.

Most Titans of business lack empathy for the very people who earn their profits from them, and that same lack of empathy is on full display in the dystopian version of the GOP Trump has and is creating. We dems are so anxious and depressed because we’ve seen this movie before, and it didn’t end well.

And yes, anxiety and depression are also emotions which just are and cannot be argued away. They require empathy for as log as necessary and not argument. I’m sorry some people are frustrated with the prolonged mourning of those who lost the election by a slim popular vote margin, and I hope the MAGA crowd’s optimism about the future holds some truth.

Only time will tell, but my values in life require me to oppose and resist evil and injustice where I see it; and I see it in every policy, threat, and cabinet pick Trump has made so far.

Post Election Grief and Hope

I had a hard time dragging myself out of bed today as my attempts to deny what happened on Election Day increasingly fail. An old Peter and Gorden song written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney has been playing in my head since Wednesday morning:

“Please lock me away
And don’t allow the day
Here inside where I hide
With my loneliness

I don’t care what they say
I won’t stay in a world without love

Birds sing out of tune
And rain clouds hide the moon
I’m okay, here I’ll stay
With my loneliness

I don’t care what they say
I won’t stay in a world without love.”

That’s how much of me feels today, and I appreciate all the posts from friends that have affirmed the need to take time for self-care and grief. I’m still functioning, even though I feel like a zombie much of the time, going through the motions of life without much energy.

I don’t know how long this grief will last. It is what it is, and it is important to both embrace it and share it with others who need to know we are not in this mess alone.

In due time the sun will shine again. The birds will sing in tune once more, and together we will create communities of hope and love that can sustain resistance and defiance of a world without love.

Vote for Jesus over Leviticus

In a recent blog post (Oct. 9, “Why I Vote the Way I Do”) I told the story of a very satisfying, respectful political argument I had with a friend who holds very different political views than I do. That story ended happily as we agreed to respect and affirm each other’s points of views.

Fast forward to 4 days before Election Day and emotions are running high on both sides of the political spectrum because there is so much uncertainty about how the votes will come out and how supporters of either candidate will respond to the results. I used to love staying up late on election night to watch the returns come in, but I have no illusions this time that we will have a clear winner Tuesday or for several days or weeks thereafter.

Given that context I have been posting everything I think might make any difference in stopping Trump from reclaiming the White House, and my friend from October took strong objection to a post I shared about old rich white men destroying our planet by ignoring climate change to protect their fortunes. I respect her right to disagree, but then she said that I should basically shut up and stop posting because my intelligence level is very low.

I am hurt, angry and disappointed by that attack. I thought we had a better relationship than that. So a few days later I am still pondering how or if to respond. My first instinct was to respond in anger and then hide her responses on Facebook. Then this still, small voice in my head reminded of Jesus’ command in the Sermon on the Mount that we are to “love our enemies.”

That’s probably great advice in these contentious days; so I am praying about what that might look like in this situation.

Meanwhile, the Sermon on the Mount, also was on my mind a lot with regard to Trump’s most egregious threat to date, namely a detailed comment he made on a Fox News interview recently. Trump zeroed in on one of his “enemies within” and suggested former Republican Congresswoman Liz Cheney should face a firing squad for her opposition to his fitness for office.

The closer we get to Election Day the more paranoid and unhinged Trump becomes. But his threats against his political foes come from a logical progression of his abysmal knowledge of the Christian faith he has co-opted to gain political leverage.

I first noticed this basic theological flaw in Trump’s use of the Scripture to fit his own narcissistic values way back in the 2016 campaign. Trump was asked what his favorite Scripture is. His response was “An eye for any eye and a tooth for a tooth” from the Hebrew Bible book of Leviticus.

Had he read the New Testament where Jesus corrects and updates our notions of God, he might have noticed in the Sermon on the Mount this direct dismissal of the Hebrew commandment.

“You have heard that it was said, ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.’ But I say to you: Do not resist an evildoer. But if anyone strikes you on the right cheek, turn the other also, and if anyone wants to sue you and take your shirt, give your coat as well, and if anyone forces you to go one mile, go also the second mile. Give to the one who asks of you, and do not refuse anyone who wants to borrow from you.” (Matthew 5:38-42)

And if we dare to read the next verses Jesus ups the ante even more.

“You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I say to you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” (Matthew 5 43-44)

The Gospel of Jesus Christ is not for sissies. We who claim Jesus as Lord and Savior strive for a higher standard; so no matter what unfolds after next Tuesday’s election, Jesus needs to win out over Leviticus.