Saturday, February 8, 2020

Black History Month Binge Blog: Rev. Ernie Butler, Second Baptist Church Bloomington IN

Search engines are great and glorious pathways to remembering. RantWoman today feels called to speak of Black History up close from her experience. Tonight's inspiration, Rev Ernest Bulter of Bloomington IN  is vaguely related to various voting themes swirling in RantWoman's head and in the zeitgeist. South Bend IN Mayor Pete Buttagieg is somewhere near the top of the balloting, assuming IA democrats get the ballots sorted out in time to send delegates to the Democratic national Convention. RantWoman is both listening to RantMom's piquant opinions about the latest #DemDebate and ignoring the debate herself. RantWoman is in make sure everyone has a full chance to get counted mood about purges of voter rolls in many states and RantWoman is seasoning how to be concise about the latest in accessibility screwups about the King Conservation District all online election. Look for this on RantWoman's other blog.

RantWoman is remembering Jesse Jackson's 1988 presidential campaign: RantWoman was an alternate delegate to the IN state Democratic convention; RantWoman got to go because the official delegate could not. RantWoman remembers a behind-the-scenes tussle about two competeing delegations from Gary, presumably one African American and one white. RantWoman also remembers the car ride to Indianapolis with Rev. Ernie Butler, pastor of the Second Baptist Church in Bloomington.

RantWoman is thrilled to find a number of really intersting remembrances of Rev. Ernie Butler, pastor of the Second Baptist Church in Bloomington IN. RantWoman moved to the Bloomingon area for a not great job but RantWoman's employer had been spending a lot of time around the sort of political activists who think "Oh, gee, we really want people of color to come to our events." RantWoman and her employer both concurred: if we wanted to work with people of color, we needed to show up. So we showed up at the local chapter of the NAACP. That is how RantWoman met Rev. Butler.

Here are some vivid remembrances.

A towering presence and man of God

American Folk LifeCenter Autobiography record

Bloomingpedia Entry

Blurb from facebook about a documentary shown at the Bloomington Unitarian universalist Church in November 2018

Reverend Ernest Butler: Rebel With a Cause (28 minutes): This powerful short documentary, produced by David Guadaitis, Larry Laswell, and Alan Backler, tells the story of Reverend Ernest Butler, Bloomington’s dynamic civil rights activist and leader for decades in the late 20th Century. The documentary traces Butler’s childhood and formative years as a pastor in Connersville to his efforts to integrate public and private facilities in Noblesville, before moving to Bloomington as pastor of the Second Baptist Church. It describes the conditions Butler confronted on arrival in Bloomington in 1959, and examines his efforts to open up employment and housing opportunities for African Americans in Bloomington. His daily struggle to improve the lives of the members of his church and the wider community comes to life in the film. Rev. Butler’s transformation from fiery rebel to respected elder leader was hard fought, and decades in the making.


RantWoman would say the web record is a little sparse though clearly there is some material if a historian wanted to dig past the confines of the internet. And here RantWoman offers humility about a moment of center the conversation around the white person: RantWoman remembers the car ride passing through Martinsville IN serious Klan country. RantWoman had a brief flicker of fretting: Oh noes. Here I am riding through Klan country with a completely respectable African American minister. Then Rev. Butler piped up about one of his many roles: Rev. Butler was the first African American to serve on the IN federal grand jury.
Okay then. RantWoman will Get Over Herself.

Rest in Power, Rev. Butler, for years already.


Thursday, February 6, 2020

Poop: Well-housed dogs and other sources

This post concerns deposits of poop, actual compost-worthy poop, poop from renters holding meetings who all need to pee at once during breaks or when attending massive memorials. There is also metaphorical poop in honor of a text RantWoman started her day with which used the term BS several times. RantWoman has yet to figure out how to say BS in acceptable Quakerese. RantWoman hopes her readers will hold that problem in the Light as they read and season the weekend's activities. RantWoman deeply values shared discernment and really is interested in hearing what others say, well most of the time except...

Disability and People RantWoman is Fond Of

RantWoman has been clear to visit people she is fond of, as well as possible when people from many directions are gathered in one place so that RantWoman does not have to travel all over town making visits just because an entire Meeting for Business which declared RantWoman unwelcome in advance thinks the only thing RantWoman will care about is memorials, talking about people after they are DEAD.  Can anyone tell RantWoman is deeply amused NOT?

Let's just say, RantWoman is clear she has not been released from moral obligation to speak and that RantWoman is, believe it or not, also speaking from great tenderness and concern.

RantWoman is also "appreciating" being released from membership BEFORE the creation of an ad-hoc committee on disability AFTER RantWoman had been helping get that going for months, years. RantWoman deeply appreciates the efforts of those interested in serving but RantWoman is also detecting a little too much stand up and walk out of the room energy when the work hits difficult edges.

The Ad-hoc committee is not even clear about enough Quaker process to clearly request that previous decisions be slightly revised so that RantWoman's name can specifically be listed on the Committee Roster. Instead, yet ANOTHER clearness committee is being suggested.  Key terminology has been eliminated from the minute creating the committee and working age adults are being allowed to indulge in the fantasy that it is acceptable to wait around for a year to address the words "reasonable accommodations" But hark, we have dog poop and foot traffic from a rapidly evolving neighborhood, and RantWoman's inner blowtorch.

RantWoman has still a bunch of "holy crap!" material lurking uncomposted in email and RantWoman is not necessarily opposed to help from a Clearness Committee but RantWoman is clear not to wait around for such a thing to come together.

RantWoman also finds herself meditating with bemusement about a moment from the muddlings of the Care and Accountability Committee. RantWoman is not sure whether the conversation was about RantWoman's 47 millionth comment asking for help about blind people in meetings or some other moment of people missing a point.

One Friend brought up a long-time member who was into tearing down the Berlin Wall long before that was actually fashionable and even sanctioned by the guardians of the wall. This leading so distressed others in Meeting that this Friend was finally pressured to resign his membership after which he attended faithfully the rest of his life. RantWoman is unclear how this light was supposed to relate to Blind Person in Meeting issues; RantWoman finds an implicit suggestion that RantWoman just resign over something she cannot help and that is not going to go away distinctly unhelpful. RantWoman also tartly observes that historical geopolitics about something far away and definitely fallen from its former greatness is kind of beside the point as far as poop on Meeting's property and growing streams of traffic in several directions and climate change and a city that needs to find a soul and a center as the next decades bring much growth.

Dog Poop Witness

RantWoman has been faithful to her Light, holding Meeting for Worship with attention to presence and observation lately. RantWoman has many observations. In particular, RantWoman observes many well-housed dogs with their humans out on Sunday strolls. The humans mostly seem to live in the apartment building which as arisen across the street from Meeting. They are generally quite conscientious about depositing their bags of dog poop in the small green container in the foreground.

In the foreground a wastebag dispenser and disposal container. In the background the chariot that brings Service Python Friend to worship
For well-housed neighbors
taking care of their dog poop.
See sign in foreground
Considering the number of dogs RantWoman observes, RantWoman has to wonder whether the volume  of the green container is adequate for say a weekend of dog poop pickups. However, word has also reached RantWoman that, unsurprisingly for an area with much foot traffic and ZERO public toilets after dark for many blocks in many directions, there is evidence on Meeting grounds of less well-housed humans depositing poop without so much as a plastic bag to contain it.

RantWoman has been meditating about the ZERO public toilets after dark issue as well as times during the day when there are not necessarily many eyes on Meeting's property.

Visions of a trash can equipped with human waste sized plastic bags come to mind, but no. RantWoman is NOT nostalgic for an era when Meeting funded a portable toilet across a street from the back of the Meeting. RantWoman is NOT nostalgic because of all the things that tend to happen around untended public toilets. RantWoman is also not nostalgic because meeting has attracted a succession of homelessness-themed long-term renters.

Signage?

However since the question of signage is in the air and the supply of poop presumably from poorly housed humans persists, RantWoman suggests seeking light in the following terms.

--A report suggests signage with what to RantWoman is very ungodly off-putting language. RantWoman thinks signage might be reasonable but strongly suggests seeing what kind of signage other faith communities use.

--RantWoman also suggests asking regular renters whether signage about their presence and schedule might be appropriate. RantWoman thinks some effective but not overly obtrusive signage would be possible

--RantWoman recommends research about public toilet options after dark within say 5 blocks of Meeting.and perhaps some signage as to location. RantWoman would be surprised but not distressed if the number of such toilets were greater than zero.

--RantWoman recommends asking the U District Partnership about possibilities to support some kind of public toilet somewhere in Meeting's part of the U District. This may be a long shot, but RantWoman suggests meeting needs to invest someone's time in listening in certain regular meetings, for want of a better term, to gather intel.

Image of car and roadway
stuck in here as a prompt for
another post about car and pedestrian flows

--RantWoman fondly remembers many faithful years of labor by Nasturtiums in Salad Friend to establish the first composting toilet at a Seattle P-Patch. A Composting toilet at the nearby P-Patch? RantWoman wonders whether anyone in Meeting might be led to explore the idea for the P-patch (community garden) near Meeting.

As an aside, RantWoman also speaks as someone who books space for events, including events for people with budgets. RantWoman thinks it would be helpful to explore the meaning of the term "activating the space," that is planning ways for people to be present or for eyes on the property. RantWoman can think of several things that could mean but wants not to fill space here yet.

In terms of "activating the space," drawing in more renters, RantWoman thinks some thought about site topography and issues related to nearby bus stops would be on point. RantWoman considers this partly a disability / accessibility issue.

In terms of building management, RantWoman also recommends attention as to the restrrom needs of renters. RantWoman would err more on the side of having all existing restrooms available during large events even if there is some risk that people who need restrooms but are not explicitly connected to events happen in occasionally. That said, RantWoman also recognizes the need sometimes for various reasons to call 911.

Digressing slightly from matters of poo, Friends also complain about finding needles on the property. What would happen if Meeting just installed a sharps disposal container either near the trash area or closer to the street edge of the property? RantWoman thinks but has not checked that there is a safe-injection location somewhere in the U district. Would  Facilities committee be willing to check about this location and consider just installing a sharps disposal option with signage about relevant resources in the U district.

Enough for now.

In Light and Faithfulness

RantWoman

Black History Month Binge Blog: Howard thurman

RantWoman's historical figure of the day: Howard Thurman. RantWoman mentions Rev. Thurman partly because his name was known and easily used without any reference to his being African American by pastors at the mostly white sparsely Native congregation of the Baptist church where RantDad wasa choir director during RantWoman's high school years.

Here are some quotes served up by RantWoman's search engine.
Howard Thurman/Quotes


Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.

During times of war, hatred becomes quite respectable even though it has to masquerade often under the guise of patriotism.
Follow the grain in your own wood.

Howard ThurmanHoward Thurman > Quotes


Howard Thurman quotes Showing 1-30 of 46

“Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.”
― Howard Thurman, Meditations of the Heart
“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”
― Howard Thurman
“There is something in every one of you that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in yourself. It is the only true guide you will ever have. And if you cannot hear it, you will all of your life spend your days on the ends of strings that somebody else pulls.”
― Howard Thurman
“There are two questions that we have to ask ourselves. The 1st is " Where am I going?" and the 2nd is "Who will go with me?"
If you ever get these questions in the wrong order , you are in trouble.”
― howard thurman
“During times of war, hatred becomes quite respectable, even though it has to masquerade often under the guise of patriotism.”
― Howard Thurman
“Often, to be free means the ability to deal with the realities of one's own situation so as not to be overcome by them.”
― Howard Thurman, For the Inward Journey
“Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and go do that, because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”
― Howard Thurman, The Living Wisdom of Howard Thurman: A Visionary for Our Time
“The years, the months, the days, and the hours have flown by my open window. Here and there an incident, a towering moment, a naked memory, an etched countenance, a whisper in the dark, a golden glow these and much more are the woven fabric of the time I have lived.”
― Howard Thurman
“There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.”
― Howard Thurman
“And this is the strangest of all paradoxes of the human adventure; we live inside all experience, but we are permitted to bear witness only to the outside. Such is the riddle of life and the story of the passing of our days.”
― Howard Thurman
“If a man knows precisely what he can do to you or what epithet he can hurl against you in order to make you lose your temper, your equilibrium, then he can always keep you under subjection.”
― Howard Thurman
“He recognized with authentic realism that anyone who permits another to determine the quality of his inner life gives into the hands of the other the keys to his destiny.”
― Howard Thurman, Jesus and the Disinherited
“If a man is convinced that he is safe only as long as he uses his power to give others a sense of insecurity, then the measure of their security is in his hands. If security or insecurity is at the mercy of a single individual or group, then control of behavior becomes routine. All imperialism functions in this way.”
― Howard Thurman
“keep fresh before me the moments of my high resolve.”
― Howard Thurman
“Keep alive the dream; for as long as a man has a dream in his heart, he cannot lose the significance of living.”
― Howard Thurman, Meditations of the Heart
“When the song of the angels is stilled, when the star in the sky is gone,
when the kings and princes are home,
when the shepherds are back with their flocks, the work of Christmas begins: to find the lost,
to heal the broken,
to feed the hungry,
to release the prisoner,
to rebuild the nations,
to bring peace among the people, to make music in the heart.”
― Howard Thurman
“What I have written is but a fleeting intimation of the outside of what one man sees and may tell about the path he walks. No one shares the secret of a life; no one enters into the heart of the mystery.”
― Howard Thurman
“The basic fact is that Christianity as it was born in the mind of this Jewish thinker and teacher appears as a technique of survival for the oppressed. That it became, through the intervening years, a religion of the powerful and the dominant, used sometimes as an instrument of oppression, must not tempt us into believing that it was thus in the mind and life of Jesus. 'In him was life; and the life was the light of men.' Wherever his spirit appears, the oppressed gather fresh courage; for he announced the good news that fear, hypocrisy, and hatred, the three hounds of hell that track the trail of the disinherited, need have no dominion over them.”
― Howard Thurman
“Above and beyond all else it must be borne in mind that hatred tends to dry up the springs of creative thought in the life of the hater, so that his resourcefulness becomes completely focused on the negative aspects of his environment. The urgent needs of the personality for creative expression are starved to death. A man's horizon may become so completely dominated by the intense character of his hatred that there remains no creative residue in his mind and spirit to give to great ideas, to great concepts.”
― Howard Thurman, Jesus and the Disinherited
“There is something in every one of you that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in yourself. It is the only true guide you will ever have.”
― Howard Thurman

“Fear is one of the persistent hounds of hell that dog the footsteps of the poor, the dispossessed, the disinherited. There is nothing new or recent about fear—it is doubtless as old as the life of man on the planet. Fears are of many kinds—fear of objects, fear of people, fear of the future, fear of nature, fear of the unknown, fear of old age, fear of disease, and fear of life itself. Then there is fear which has to do with aspects of experience and detailed states of mind.

Our homes, institutions, prisons, churches, are crowded with people who are hounded by day and harrowed by night because of some fear that lurks ready to spring into action as soon as one is alone, or as soon as the lights go out, or as soon as one’s social defenses are temporarily removed.

The ever-present fear that besets the vast poor, the economically and socially insecure, is a fear of still a different breed. It is a climate closing in; it is like the fog in San Francisco or in London. It is nowhere in particular yet everywhere. It is a mood which one carries around with himself, distilled from the acrid conflict with which his days are surrounded. It has its roots deep in the heart of the relations between the weak and the strong, between the controllers of environment and those who are controlled by it.

When the basis of such fear is analyzed, it is clear that it arises out of the sense of isolation and helplessness in the face of the varied dimensions of violence to which the underprivileged are exposed. Violence, precipitate and stark, is the sire of the fear of such people. It is spawned by the perpetual threat of violence everywhere. Of course, physical violence is the most obvious cause. But here, it is important to point out, a particular kind of physical violence or its counterpart is evidenced; it is violence that is devoid of the element of contest. It is what is feared by the rabbit that cannot ultimately escape the hounds.”
― Howard Thurman

Monday, February 3, 2020

Black History Month: How Does Culture Influence Quaker Worship?

RantWoman is binge-blogging for Black History Month. This post is for anyone who needs to liven things up to start their week.

RantWoman is glad, when she put Worship into the Quaker Speak search bar to have been given this piece about worship and the Fellowship of Friends of African Descent.

Sunday, February 2, 2020

Quaker Worship Meditation Prayer?

RantWoman is attending to many points of schedule. RantWoman quite appreciates the accessible to her aspects of QuakerSpeak videos.

There is always also that community aspect of sitting in say worship sharing with the experiences of others. But since RantWoman's Meeting thinks the only thing RantWoman is going to care about is memorials, RantWoman feels completely liberated to fill the interwebs with her own views, testings, ...

Accessible technologically is not the same as accessible intellectually or spiritually. RantWoman asked God what to do with the layers of reaction to this video.


God suggested putting Worship in the search bar and lo, this item appeared.

The videos to RantWoman are like two different pairs of shoes, neither of which fits perfectly but that do not fit in different ways. RantWoman considers that a fine state of affairs for being in worship.


Queries:

What is our experience with the words Worship, Meditation, Prayer?

Does anyone besides RantWoman want to go all etymological on the situation: why DO we call it worship? Where does the word come from? What freight has it carried in different centuries?

Saturday, February 1, 2020

Postcards from Tonight's Spiritual Peregrinations

Random postcards from RantWoman's Saturday Night Spiritual Peregrinations

Thank you note for support and care in connection with Australian WildfiresA Message from Ann Zubrick Presiding Clerk of Australia YM about the fires 

This page includes a PDF that can be downloaded and printed for sharing with people who prefer to read on paper.

FWCC at ARE

RantWoman has been reading Meetings' ARE schedules. Tonight RantWoman finds herself meditating about what she would say to people new to Quakers about FWCC and what hooks might keep people interested even if they think they have little time.

--Prayer across differences ( x about 6 examples)

--paths to language access and holding events more in the global south.

--Support for young people in different countries where there is a draft to share information going through whatever the process is for conscientious objector status.

--Disability:  Life was hard at the last triennial for anyone with mobility problems. Also, if someone says something insentive about abortion to a mother of a special needs child, the hurt can last awhile and being ready to talk sometimes means having gone through something intense together.

--Concept of listening in tongues.

Hallelujah. Praise Jesus. Someone in the universe has been at least tacetly listening to RantWoman "The Five Wishes" are a search engine thing. 

The Five Wishes is a document featured in the latest Merry Christmas / oops Happy Lent Let's Talk about (stuff before) Death on the calendar in the vicinity of RantWoman. RantWoman popped The Five Wishes into her favorite internet search engine. Out popped:

-- The Five Wishes Website

--A document which RantWoman thinks she remembers from a previous workshop experience in English, in an electronic form RantWoman can mostly read. One teensy leap further would be if the document could be filled out online instead of RantWoman either filling it out herself in fat pen and risking readability or having someone else fill it out without RantWoman being able to read it. But online and in English is an awesome start. And NO, RantWoman does not exactly apologize for this level of mind-numbing detail meditation about the concepts of document accessibility and alternate formats. Maybe RantWoman in language nerd mode will get over her need to remind everyone of vocabulary important to her. Maybe some day.

--Even better for the likes of language nerds like RantWoman: the 5 wishes document has also been translated into something like 27 languages.  Hallelujah. Praise Jesus. That means when RantWoman is wearing her Language Nerd Pride / Interpreter hat and encounters this document she does not have to sight translate it! RantWoman can barely contain her joy about this discovery even if the people she tries to share her joy with greet RantWoman's elation with puzzlement, want to duck "unnecessary detail," .

Stay tuned for further discernment about themes related to the workshop and to RantWoman's current ferocious twitch about tending to the lives of Friends RantWoman is fond of BEFORE their memorials. And if it seems like RantWoman is stuck and fixated and utterly dismissive of absurd things that come out of Quaker process, tough! Cope! Consider it an opportunity to practice MORE Quaker process and maybe even to learn more about blind people in Meetings.

Ashley Wilcox Annual Ministry Report

Ashley Wilcox Ministry Report 2019

--RantWoman is delighted to see Ashley gaining experience and confidence about teaching.

--RantWoman feels very grateful for Friend Ashley's leading and opportunity to do The Women's Lectionary. This lectionary is badly needed and Ashley is a great person to tackle the project. RantWoman can hardly wait until the book comes out but definitely will want an e-book.

--Ashley's report mentions a number of formal detachments and layings' down.IT does not seem to RantWoman, based on presence in social media and participation in Quaker events that Ashley is as detached as it might seem from the process narrative. May she continue to find love and support as she is true to her Light about how to use and how to take care of her gifts.

While contemplating something else via Meetup, noted without further commentary.

RantWoman's febrile mind could easily wander down several different rabbit holes based only on the few words here and RantWoman's perpetual battle to get enough sleep..

Sunday Service--Sleep: A user's Guide
Seattle Atheist Church, 12 pm Sunday February 2, 2020
University Heights Center Room 209.

And with that, good night; time for RantWoman to try to sleep more.

Invitations: Fourth Saturday Worship; prayer; I pray for you

Today's invitation to prayer reflections.

RantWoman is humbled by abundance arising from the most recent Fourth Saturday Worship. Please hold the abundance in the Light.

by return email from one of the people RantWoman was specifically led to invite:
"How are we to treat others?"    Ramana Maharshi "There are no others."

One of the prayer warriors, a prayer conference call of people RantWoman realized she muhst pray with even though RantWoman knew going in that the language was going to be, um, um,...
Invitation: "RantWoman, we miss you on the (weekly) prayer conference calls..."

A related email paraphrasing::
"...technical difficulties...new number... schedule hiccups...Glad to know people tried to call in. That tells me..." Okay, RantWoman is not going to argue with the message you are getting. RantWoman will translate it to something approaching quakerese for herself.


Seriously weighty Friend "I don't need to pray."

RantWoman: "We ALL need to pray."


Different friend "...not in Meeting's interest..." to put invitation to Fourth Saturday worship in the bulletin.

Ummm, how does one say "WTF" in Quakerese?


And for issues with prayer from a direction.
My Lyft ride with Jesus
If it were up to RantWoman, public agencies that contract with Uber and Lyft would include both freedom from religious proselytizing and requirements to always provide rides to people with service dogs in any contract.