Retelling the Christmas story

Paul L. over at Showers of Blessings had the good fortune to be part of the Christmas story in La Navidad, and is eloquent as usual in describing the experience.

[M]y friend Greg (one of the wisest of the wise men) talked to me at a rehearsal about the importance of the Living Word, of the Word manifesting and incarnating itself anew all the time, addressing the concrete circumstances of real people, not storybook characters.

Zen Master Who?

James Ishmael Ford’s Zen Master Who? is a quick run through the major schools of Zen represented in the United States. (There’s a lot of territory to cover, so it has to be at running speed.)

Starting with an outline of the origins of Buddhism, Ford moves on to some of the notable characters in the development of Zen–and they are characters, in the senses of both their semi-historical status and their quirky individuality. He is careful and comprehensive in describing the predominantly Japanese founders of contemporary, Western Zen, some of whom originally came to the United States to serve Asian communities.

I learned more about those early Zen masters in America that I already knew of, and also learned of a few more. But the most interesting parts of the book were where Ford gives short biographies of major contemporary Zen masters, describing how they came to Buddhism and who they studied with, placing them in the context of their Buddhist lineages; and where Ford considers the current state and direction of liberal, Western Zen.

One thing I was hoping for, which was not a focus of the book, was a deeper explanation of the titles and names used in Buddhism. The book has a glossary, and Ford does acknowledge the titling and naming conventions, but he doesn’t really explain them–and he certainly doesn’t break down names of individuals to clear up which words are titles, which are birth names, and which are names given during Buddhist transitions. (I kept imagining a book titled Queen Who?, which might detail the origins of the British monarchy, describe major monarchs, and briefly outline the genealogy of the current and recent generations, but fail to help the reader understand why Princess Michael of Kent is called Princess Michael of Kent.)

My only other complaint is poor editing. The book uses stock phrases (i.e., “(about whom, more below)”) to excess, and there are a few places where better copyediting was called for.

Leaving Church: A Memoir of Faith

One of the nicest perks of working for a magazine is getting to pick over the books sent for review. Although we didn’t review it, I quickly snatched up Barbara Brown Taylor’s Leaving Church: A Memoir of Faith.

Barbara Brown Taylor is an editor-at-large at The Christian Century, where I first read her writing. These autobiographical musings are rich and wonderfully written. But beyond that, I loved the book because it spoke in part to where I am, spiritually.

While definitely about leaving church, it’s also about keeping faith. Indeed, the three major sections are “Finding,” “Losing,” and “Keeping.” Taylor describes her call to ministry, and even as it was clear that some of what she hoped for was a false hope, and that she eventually burned out, I found myself thinking, but yes, I want that. And then as she describes her fatigue, lack of patience and compassion, and resentment, I thought, yes, I’ve felt that. Her descriptions of what she’s doing in order to keep her faith have some resonance for me, but mostly I just found them inspiring and hopeful. Of course, the fact that she’s written a book would indicate that she’s a bit farther along that third part of the journey than I.

Summer recap

It’s certainly not that there hasn’t been anything happening, or that I haven’t been reading. But it’s been a busy summer–full, fun, difficult, challenging, all over the map.

I’ve kept intending to sit down and write catch-up posts. Perhaps the best way to get started is just to summarize:

  • One of my best and oldest friends, BH, has pancreatic cancer. I’ve been to Philadelphia, oh, five times since June.
  • I went to the annual Gathering of Friends General Conference, where I saw many old friends; took a splendid workshop (five days, 2 1/2 hours a day) on Sacred Harp; discovered that while I like Boston better than Philadelphia, I’m not as happy; and decided that perhaps I should address my now going-on-two-years spiritual malaise by trying out programmed Friends meeting and/or local liberal Christian churches and/or trying Buddhist practice. And I saw Mt. Ranier every day for nine days. Woot!
  • I got an aquarium, which is a return to a favorite hobby of childhood and some parts of adulthood.
  • I went to Provincetown overnight for my birthday, taking the ferry and also going out on a late-afternoon whale-watch. We saw many, many whales, very, very close. It was also the hottest day of the summer, and I spent the night in an air-conditioned room at a nice b&b. What a great decision to go!
  • I attended a convention of typography enthusiasts (or rather, geeks). It was fun, I learned some useful things for work, and I took a letterpress workshop. Which leads to...
  • I’ve started a letterpress/book arts course at MassArt, which will go through mid-December.
  • And I’ve read various and sundry books that I do hope to list eventually.

What price global fellowship?

Here’s the NYT’s coverage of the big religious news of the weekend: Woman Is Named Episcopal Leader Amongst the reporting is this nugget from one of those who is unhappy:

“In many ways the election speaks for itself,” Bishop Robert W. Duncan Jr. of Pittsburgh said in a statement. Bishop Duncan is the moderator of the Anglican Communion Network, a theologically conservative group of Episcopal dioceses. “For the Anglican Communion worldwide, this election reveals the continuing insensitivity and disregard of the Episcopal Church for the present dynamics of our global fellowship.”

So the Episcopal Church should deny the truth it knows (that women can be priests and bishops) for the sake of fellowship with those who still haven’t got it? Let them turn to Rome.

And this from the other side of the pond: The Guardian.

Hiding and Seeking

Hiding and Seeking is a deeply moving independent documentary about one man’s attempt to help his adult sons gain respect for the “other”. Menachem Daum travels to Jerusalem to visit his sons and their families, and to talk about xenophobia, racism, and religious intolerance. It’s eye-opening. Eventually he, his wife, and the sons travel to Poland to see where the Holocaust-survivor parents/grandparents lived. Be sure to watch the interview with the filmmakers in the DVD extras.

A Religious Push Against Gay Unions

The New York Times has an article on A Religious Push Against Gay Unions:

Organizers said the petition had brought together cardinals from both the left and right sides of the United States bishops’ conference, including the liberal Cardinal Roger M. Mahony of Los Angeles and the conservative Cardinal Francis George of Chicago, as well as Cardinals Edward M. Egan of New York, Theodore E. McCarrick of Washington, William H. Keeler of Baltimore and Sean Patrick O’Malley of Boston.

The gist of the news is that this year support is higher from the Roman Catholic hierarchy for the current attempt to bring out Republican voters by proposing a federal constitutional amendment banning same-sex marriage. What I think we need is a constitutional amendment banning Roman Catholic priests from being near children.

Easter on my mind

Not a common experience. But last Monday I went to Norumbega Harmony’s monthly Sacred Harp sing, and we sang William Billings’s Easter Anthem, and pieces of it just keep going around in my head. I’ve found two versions online. (These links will take you directly to mp3 files hosted by Voices across America.)

And then my friend (and co-worker) Philocrites wrote about The gospel of forgiveness:

But there it is, the astonishing fact, right there in the news: These women and this little girl had the strength of character to forgive rather than seek vengeance. They even reached out to the man in an act of fellowship. Could I? Not yet. But when I made the decision eight years ago to renew my baptismal vows in an Easter vigil at King’s Chapel, I did it because I wanted to learn the discipline of living the resurrection. Jesus did not teach an easy path: His is a gospel of forgiveness and reconciliation, a witness to the grace that can take a vengeful world and a bitter heart and make it new.