With a humble heart, I pray for Japan

Oh what clever timing the Universe has. Preparing my heart for humility just as a horrible atrocity hits our world in Japan while the season of Lent brings reflection of our own limitedness... These things have allowed for humility instead of rage and anger to fill my heart.

I no longer spend hours and hours of my time fighting the establishment on issues such as nuclear power and development, but that doesn't mean it is less important to my heart. Natural disaster is not something we have control over and often society chooses to ignore the implications of what will happen when we can't control something as volatile as nuclear power. We are indestructible gods of our world, we are the ultimate creation of evolution, we are the subduer of nature and humanity. Blech. Just thinking it makes me sick with its self-righteous bloated sense of entitlement and superiority. Why does it take people dying, suffering, and facing horrible atrocity for us to wake up?

My heart breaks for the people of Japan and what they are facing. The trauma of so many sudden deaths and destroyed homes is awful enough. Now they have a long term catastrophe that  not only creates fear and anxiety for their own lives right now, but threatens their future and their children's future as well. I see others contemplating this and others taking action to halt the development of nuclear power and it makes me even crazier with grief. Yes, there is a lesson for us to learn from this. But the chaplain in me says, WAIT, let us be there for those suffering in their time of need and not immediately objectify them into a learning moment. If anything, being with them in this catastrophe should compel us to deeper self-examination and not just a blame game or a political statement.

The need for power overrides our common sense. I cannot just blame some larger power structure for this. The need for more and more energy to fuel our insatiable appetites created this problem. Obama's energy plan would not include such large amounts of nuclear development if there weren't a higher demand for energy than our world can provide naturally. I sit here in a room lit and temperature controlled with a clock ticking, a computer humming, a cell phone buzzing, clothes, makeup, products surrounding me that take disgusting amounts of energy to produce. I picked up my breakfast at fast food place that probably uses more energy in a day than my house uses in a month... and I do so complicitly, acknowledging it and yet doing nothing about it.. or at least doing less than I could about it.

Our house is as energy effiecient as we can afford to make it (to make changes is expensive) and we implement a new idea when we hear about it. We recycle, reuse, buy bulk when we can, and have a compost for our food waste. We do not throw away clothes or anything that can be donated, and of all our appliances, cars and furniture, only our computer was bought brand new (most hand-me-downs and not bought at all). We go to the library weekly and (mostly)resist the urge to expand our own library of books, DVDs and music through purchasing them. Sometimes I convince myself that my life is intentional because I do these things. But surely these things should be what we assumptively include in our lives, not something we deserve an award for. What else can I be doing? What else am I taking for granted and really could be less of a consumer and waster of energy? How are my actions contributing to the corporate sin that allowed this atrocity to occur? 

How may I seek forgiveness for my own complicity and responsibility for what is happening to and in the world?

With a humble heart, I pray for the healing of Japan, the compassion of God to shine through us all, and most of all, I pray for deeper self-understanding and transformation.

A bit of humble pie

Humility. It’s been on my mind recently. An opportunity to learn about another woman-in-ministry’s journey reawakened an area of spiritual practice that I haven’t thought about in a long while. It’s funny how people tend to forget the progress they’ve made and remember only the parts they still struggle with. That is me, to a tee. The same time I learned some of this woman’s story, I also came across at work the Greenleaf Center for Servant Leadership. While I liked the ultimate message of humility, I also struggled with the language. Nothing like patriarchally-secure privileged white men to think the language of servitude is okay. Not that it isn’t okay in some contexts, but to be flung around so casually is a bit harsh on the ears of my soul.


This aversion led me to dig deep into my intuitive memory to find the time and place where I became comfortable with words such as humility and obedience. Deep within the soul-soil, I found the seeds planted by one of my spiritual mentors, Joan Chittister. I’ve never met her, but like so many others, her words speak to my spirit. I recall reading her commentary on the Rule of St. Benedict as I received spiritual and discernment direction from a Benedictine monastery. I desired greatly at the time to come to peace with the hurt and sense of betrayal by “the church”. My distrust and pain were so great, I was not sure I could respond to my call to ministry.

Even with a recent and drastic slimming down of my library, I could not find her books. So, I googled her and the word humility. Google found a reprint of an essay by her in the National Catholic Reporter. The essay is titled “Pride and Humility: A New Self-Acceptance” and is in her book Heart of Flesh (which is somewhere on my bookcases).

In it, she reviews the 12 principles Benedict lifts up and she asserts that the Rule he wrote reveals Benedict had a feminist soul and attempted to temper the violent patriarchy of medieval Europe with his book. Wow. Not your typical commentary on monastic rule books.

One of the things I like but also think is a bit dangerous in today’s world, is that she dissects what each principle means for women and for men separately. She bases this on the contemporary assumption of feminist theology that while Man’s ultimate sin is pride, Woman’s ultimate sin is self-deprecation (see Valerie Saiving’s work dissecting Niebuhr). Within her book, which is subtitled “A Feminist Spirituality for Women and Men”, the context is set and the reader understands it. However, the essay standing alone in a national newspaper does not have that context. The reader could easily assume that she sees separate and distinct gender roles and just seeks to redefine them a bit. Gender role differences are always a sticky area to discuss. They exist, but are not inherent. They will never disappear completely, but we as a gender will never be completely defined by them, either.

Outside of academia, I am not a person that spreads the gospel of feminist theology… well, not overtly. I’m finding that within chaplaincy, at least, the influence of the presence of the feminine is transforming it in wonderful and positive ways, even without aggressive persuasion. The metaphor within The Incredibles pops to mind… While Mr. Incredible’s superpower is to smash, muscle and intimidate, his wife, Elasti-girl’s superpower is in being flexible. Their names resemble the power differential in our society and their superpowers resemble the roles society brings about for us. Bringing in that flexibility to chaplaincy and a very clinical healthcare system, is important.

Back to humility, it is not a bad word for feminists and Chittster demonstrates it. She helps us remember that while we must assert our power as women, we must also reclaim the true meaning of humility and give up this false humility that society forces us into. It’s a very powerful piece and I highly recommend it to you as I will this new colleague.