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Short, informal survey. Feel free to comment here or via private messages/email. I may not respond to all comments, but will read with appreciation any you make.
What is your favorite Linux distribution that is intended for use by kids, say anywhere between the ages of 8 and 18? If you have more than one, feel free to name each.
Why do you like it?
If your preference for kids is a standard distro and not one intended for that audience, which is it and why?
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You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view — until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.
–To Kill a Mockingbird, Atticus Finch
These aren’t purely my thoughts. I’m sure I read something somewhere that sparked them, but I don’t have a link or citation, so I’m just being honest that I am not the source of all that I have written here, although I am using my words. Oh, and great book.
I’ve been thinking about this. I love the idea and I will always strive to learn about and understand other’s perspectives. But, I feel inadequate, like if I am to be honest, I really cannot do this. Not completely, anyway.
No matter how hard we try, we will each still see things with some skewing from your own perspective. We can never really know what it’s like to be that other person.
When you hear, see, or experience other people’s lives you may try to put yourself in their shoes and consider how you would deal with life as it has been dealt to them. That is noble.
However, it is impossible for us to actually do so. We hear, see, and experience things differently and our history and emotional, spiritual, mental, and intellectual makeup and status affect that. We each create our own reality based on our experiences filtered through all those layers of what we call self.
You can live with someone your/their whole life but that doesn’t mean you really understand their perspective. You may know intimate details or have a pretty good idea of what the other person is likely to think or do in certain situations based on past responses and patterns of behavior, but that is not really the same thing.
No matter how much we think we do, we are unable to climb fully into the mind and perspective of someone else. We are all made up of our perceptions, experiences of success and failures, societal programming, genders, and more. Humans are complex
To fully grasp another person’s perspective in its purest form we would have to wipe clear all of who we are and then copy over to ourselves who the other person is. It is not possible to eliminate our biases this way.
I’m starting to think that we can never really climb inside someone else’s skin, but we can hope to acquire a better understanding. The attempt is worth the effort, even if it can never be complete. We can learn to walk beside someone else. We can attempt to see things from their perspective. In doing so, we each hope we gave and gained something from it, drawing each of us a little bit closer to the other.
I had the privilege of delivering the sermon yesterday at New Song Episcopal Church in Coralville, Iowa. For those interested, here it is.
Exodus 17:1-7; Psalm 95; Romans 5:1-11; John 4:5-42
(Full lectionary passages are included below the sermon text along with today’s Collect, which is also referred to in the sermon.)
Do you ever feel hopeless? Helpless? Alone. I do. I think we all do from time to time. I don’t know about you, but I am very bad at exposing my need for help. I feel embarrassed. Ashamed. Worried that either no one will want to help me (because I’m unworthy) or that someone will rejoice in my sorrows (because I deserve them). I have a very unhealthy self-image sometimes.
Some of that comes from how I grew up. Some of that comes from my own personality quirks and issues. Either way, it is an unsustainable way to live.
For me, the most beautiful message in the whole Bible is grace, when God decides not to treat us the way we deserve, but instead with love, with forgiveness, with healing.
There is truth thrown in there. We aren’t allowed to cling to our fantasies that we are perfect. Instead, that truth is so beautifully mingled with kindness and acceptance. When it is God speaking truth to us, we don’t like be are being bashed with the truth, pummeled into submission.
No, we feel like the mist in our minds has been cleared and suddenly we can see things. With this clarity, honest self-evaluation is finally possible and we find ourselves humbled, not squashed or crushed, but no longer proud or defiant either.
It is in this moment when grace comes in and makes us feel loved.
It isn’t the guilt-ridden sort of thing many of us have experienced in life: “Yeah, you are really screwed up, but I guess I’ll love you anyway.” That makes us feel worse. Maybe we attempt to do penance and fail at that, too.
God’s grace simply reveals reality to us and, as we accept it, we are embraced with love. This is what we see when people say things like, “Here, let me help you up” and “I’m really happy to see you today” when we are in the middle of feeling alone or unworthy.
What happens when people don’t see us?
We have four passages today. Each has a slightly different perspective. Let’s see if they can help us answer that question.
In Exodus, God is using Moses to lead the people of Israel through the desert. They run out of water. The people react with anger. I’ve done that.
“Moses, you said…”
The people didn’t feel like their needs were being taken care of. In fairness to them, they didn’t have any water, so they had an urgent need and no visible means of meeting it. They didn’t ask God for help, they didn’t have faith in God. They got mad at Moses, who was the one they trusted to lead them into the desert and they blamed him. Moses asked God for help and God came through.
Today’s Psalm is primarily a song of praise, of thanksgiving. It extols the virtues of God as a King, a provider, and a protector. Then, in the middle of that exclamation, the incident from Exodus is mentioned.
It says things that I am really uncomfortable with. I’m okay with the honesty of “do not harden your hearts like they did.” That is factual. But, the idea that for forty years God detested that generation and then swore in his wrath that they would never enter God’s rest.” Ouch.
I don’t like the idea of a God like that. A God that is vindictive. A God that rejects people. Part of me fears this is how God is, because it is how God was always depicted to me growing up.
Part of me hopes this is more of a poetic expression that was written long after the fact and filled with hyperbolic exaggeration for effect, kind of like people used to tell stories about The Big Bad Wolf and Hansel and Gretel to keep young kids from wandering off in the woods.
The truth is, I don’t know. I’m uncomfortable.
Paul seems to go to the opposite extreme in the Epistle to the Romans. Here grace is preeminent. I read this and I have echoes in my mind of Martin Luther. Grace. Faith. While we were yet weak, Christ died for the ungodly. This is beautiful.
I remember Ephesians 2:8-9, “For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith, and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God, not by works, so that no one can boast.”
Then I look back at Romans and see Paul boasting. But he is boasting in sufferings. This is something else I do not understand.
I mean, I understand his words and his real point, but I don’t like suffering. I don’t like to tell people I am suffering. I’m certainly not going to boast about suffering.
Suddenly, I get it. It is that last line of the first paragraph. “…because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.”
He’s not boasting about the actual suffering. He is boasting about the beauty of feeling accepted and loved in the middle of his suffering. It is this love that Paul feels that gives him hope. The grace in the realization that without Paul deserving it, Christ chose to sacrifice himself so that Paul could be reconciled to God.
I like it when people do nice things for me, especially when I know I don’t deserve it. It makes me uncomfortable, but it also makes me want to be a better person. It makes me want to spread undeserved kindness and unrequested love.
Three passages and I still don’t have an answer to the question “What happens when people don’t see us?”
Maybe that is where today’s Gospel comes in.
Jesus walks into a Samaritan city and sits by a well and talks to a woman. Already he has broken several social mores. Jews hated Samaritans. They would avoid their land and towns. They wouldn’t drink their water. Male Jews would avoid women and generally wouldn’t talk to them—any women, especially a Samaritan. Something is up.
Jesus asks the woman for water. They start talking. Jesus tells her about “living water” and she becomes intrigued. She asks him to give her some of this “living water.”
Jesus tells her all about herself.
She replies, “Sir, I see you are a prophet.”
He tells her the truth about herself, but continues to accept her and speak with her.
She runs into town and brings everyone back to meet Jesus.
The idea of the incarnation is amazing to me. The idea of God becoming flesh and dwelling among us, growing up as fully human, finding a way to understand us and relate to us as we are and then speak to us from within that understanding. This story exemplifies that.
What happens when people don’t see us?
I still don’t know. But, what I do know is that Jesus saw those who would move through the society of his day unseen by the religious leaders of his time. He saw, he approached, and he engaged.
That is when the woman asked him for the living water.
That is when you and I are able to ask for help—after we see and know that there is someone willing and able to give it.
What happens when people don’t see us? I don’t know. But I know that you and I have been seen by Christ. That through faith, we too can receive from God the same love and grace that we share together with our family here at New Song. I know that you and I are able to go out and see people and share what we have received with them.
Jesus asked for water from the hands of a woman in the land of the stranger; may he teach us to name our need, to love our neighbor, and to worship in spirit and truth.
Lord of the wellspring, source of life and truth: Jesus asked for water from the hands of a woman in the land of the stranger; may he teach us to name our need, to love our neighbor and to worship you in spirit and in truth, through Jesus Christ, who shows us who we are.
(Prayers for an Inclusive Church by Steven Shakespeare)
(All scripture passages are quoted from the Revised Standard Version translation of the Bible, copyright © National Council of Churches of Christ in America.)
The OT: Exodus 17:1-7
From the wilderness of Sin the whole congregation of the Israelites journeyed by stages, as the Lord commanded. They camped at Rephidim, but there was no water for the people to drink. The people quarreled with Moses, and said, “Give us water to drink.” Moses said to them, “Why do you quarrel with me? Why do you test the Lord?” But the people thirsted there for water; and the people complained against Moses and said, “Why did you bring us out of Egypt, to kill us and our children and livestock with thirst?” So Moses cried out to the Lord, “What shall I do with this people? They are almost ready to stone me.” The Lord said to Moses, “Go on ahead of the people, and take some of the elders of Israel with you; take in your hand the staff with which you struck the Nile, and go. I will be standing there in front of you on the rock at Horeb. Strike the rock, and water will come out of it, so that the people may drink.” Moses did so, in the sight of the elders of Israel. He called the place Massah and Meribah, because the Israelites quarreled and tested the Lord, saying, “Is the Lord among us or not?”
The Psalm: Psalm 95
Come, let us sing to the LORD; *
let us shout for joy to the Rock of our salvation.
Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving *
and raise a loud shout to him with psalms.
For the LORD is a great God, *
and a great King above all gods.
In his hand are the caverns of the earth, *
and the heights of the hills are his also.
The sea is his, for he made it, *
and his hands have molded the dry land.
Come, let us bow down, and bend the knee, *
and kneel before the LORD our Maker.
For he is our God,
and we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand. *
Oh, that today you would hearken to his voice!
Harden not your hearts,
as your forebears did in the wilderness, *
at Meribah, and on that day at Massah,
when they tempted me.
They put me to the test, *
though they had seen my works.
Forty years long I detested that generation and said, *
“This people are wayward in their hearts;
they do not know my ways.”
So I swore in my wrath, *
“They shall not enter into my rest.”
The Epistle: Romans 5:1-11
Since we are justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have obtained access to this grace in which we stand; and we boast in our hope of sharing the glory of God. And not only that, but we also boast in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.
For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. Indeed, rarely will anyone die for a righteous person– though perhaps for a good person someone might actually dare to die. But God proves his love for us in that while we still were sinners Christ died for us. Much more surely then, now that we have been justified by his blood, will we be saved through him from the wrath of God. For if while we were enemies, we were reconciled to God through the death of his Son, much more surely, having been reconciled, will we be saved by his life. But more than that, we even boast in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation.
The Gospel: John 4:5-42
Jesus came to a Samaritan city called Sychar, near the plot of ground that Jacob had given to his son Joseph. Jacob’s well was there, and Jesus, tired out by his journey, was sitting by the well. It was about noon.
A Samaritan woman came to draw water, and Jesus said to her, “Give me a drink.” (His disciples had gone to the city to buy food.) The Samaritan woman said to him, “How is it that you, a Jew, ask a drink of me, a woman of Samaria?” (Jews do not share things in common with Samaritans.) Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, `Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.” The woman said to him, “Sir, you have no bucket, and the well is deep. Where do you get that living water? Are you greater than our ancestor Jacob, who gave us the well, and with his sons and his flocks drank from it?” Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but those who drink of the water that I will give them will never be thirsty. The water that I will give will become in them a spring of water gushing up to eternal life.” The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water, so that I may never be thirsty or have to keep coming here to draw water.”
Jesus said to her, “Go, call your husband, and come back.” The woman answered him, “I have no husband.” Jesus said to her, “You are right in saying, `I have no husband’; for you have had five husbands, and the one you have now is not your husband. What you have said is true!” The woman said to him, “Sir, I see that you are a prophet. Our ancestors worshiped on this mountain, but you say that the place where people must worship is in Jerusalem.” Jesus said to her, “Woman, believe me, the hour is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. You worship what you do not know; we worship what we know, for salvation is from the Jews. But the hour is coming, and is now here, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for the Father seeks such as these to worship him. God is spirit, and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth.” The woman said to him, “I know that Messiah is coming” (who is called Christ). “When he comes, he will proclaim all things to us.” Jesus said to her, “I am he, the one who is speaking to you.”
Just then his disciples came. They were astonished that he was speaking with a woman, but no one said, “What do you want?” or, “Why are you speaking with her?” Then the woman left her water jar and went back to the city. She said to the people, “Come and see a man who told me everything I have ever done! He cannot be the Messiah, can he?” They left the city and were on their way to him.
Meanwhile the disciples were urging him, “Rabbi, eat something.” But he said to them, “I have food to eat that you do not know about.” So the disciples said to one another, “Surely no one has brought him something to eat?” Jesus said to them, “My food is to do the will of him who sent me and to complete his work. Do you not say, `Four months more, then comes the harvest’? But I tell you, look around you, and see how the fields are ripe for harvesting. The reaper is already receiving wages and is gathering fruit for eternal life, so that sower and reaper may rejoice together. For here the saying holds true, `One sows and another reaps.’ I sent you to reap that for which you did not labor. Others have labored, and you have entered into their labor.”
Many Samaritans from that city believed in him because of the woman’s testimony, “He told me everything I have ever done.” So when the Samaritans came to him, they asked him to stay with them; and he stayed there two days. And many more believed because of his word. They said to the woman, “It is no longer because of what you said that we believe, for we have heard for ourselves, and we know that this is truly the Savior of the world.”
Just about all of you reading this know that I am a technical writer. One of the things I do to keep up to date with the latest trends in the field is read. I read books, articles, blogs, whatever I can find that relates. I especially enjoy Mark Baker’s blog, Every Page is Page One. Baker consistently posts articles that make me think, and in good ways. When I heard he has a book out, I contacted the publisher immediately.
As a side note, Baker’s publisher, XML Press, consistently produces books that I find useful. Every one I have read is well-written, authoritative, and filled with real-world experience and practicality.
Every Page is Page One: Topic-based Writing for Technical Communication and the Web shares the first part of its title with the blog, but the content is not directly from the blog. Rather than a collection of posts on assorted topics assembled into book form, this is a well-thought-out and well-organized text. In it, Baker observes that documentation projects tend to think about technical writing from a very book-centered paradigm. This was once ideal, but in the age of communicating technical information electronically, it forces limits on the end product that hinder the true goal of technical writing, the goal of delivering the right information at the right moment to the person who is seeking it. As someone who is not only a technical writer, but who also has a degree in information resources and library science, I have multiple reasons for supporting this goal.
What Baker does is give tangible form to thoughts and ideas that he, other technical writers, and even I have had in the abstract. How do we provide needed information to people who seek it in an age where the web makes almost anything searchable? Do manuals still matter? What about other forms of documentation? Are there changes to our style of communication, to our style of writing and presenting information, that will make the information seeker’s task easier? Baker discusses serious and realistic ways we can improve our field. It is all organized around the idea that we can no longer control the order in which information seekers will consume or even find our information, that every page (in a documentation wiki, for example) should be created in a way that enables a user to immediately understand and acquire what they need when they need it. Since we know we do not have this control like we had in a printed book, we must modify how we write and present information to fit the expectations of the seeker.
I enjoyed reading this book. I have benefited personally from reading this book. I am taking this book in to my workplace and sharing it with the other tech writers there and I believe our workplace and our employer and our customers will benefit from this book. If you work in the field, I’m convinced you will, too. The whole book is good, but my favorite parts are Section I, which lays the foundation in five chapters, and Chapter 22, which gives very practical and useful advice for making your case to others when you begin to try to make the changes the book describes.
I love my job. I would love to have one of my friends fill this opening at Pearson and work alongside me in the same team.
Writer? Want to work with me in the same team? We are hiring.
— Matthew Helmke (@matthewhelmke) February 12, 2014
For years the main feed for my blog has been posted to Ubuntu Planet. Early on, most of my posts were strictly Ubuntu-related. That hasn’t been true for a long time. I changed my feed today in the Ubuntu Planet configuration and starting from whenever the cron job on that server reads the new config file, only posts with a specific tag should appear on the feed.
Everything that has appeared on Planet Ubuntu is also tagged, so I can keep track. I hope this doesn’t cause a huge posting flood when the new config is read…if so, apologies in advance.
Let me know in the comments if you are interested in things like my computer book reviews continuing to appear in the feed.
I had the privilege of delivering the sermon this morning at New Song Episcopal Church in Coralville, Iowa. If you are reading this introduction via an RSS feed and are interested in the rest of the post, click through to read on.
Isaiah 9:1-4; Psalm 27:1, 5-13; 1 Corinthians 1:10-18; Matthew 4:12-23
(Full lectionary passages are included below the sermon text along with today’s Collect, which is also referred to in the sermon.)
Today’s lectionary includes passages that deal with light. Even the Epistle, though it doesn’t mention the word, includes an idea closely related to light. At least it did as I read it in a new light this week.
I started the week pondering light itself. What is light? I don’t mean the scientific definition, although that is also interesting. I mean beyond that. What does light mean to us? For us?
For me, it starts with something visceral. Light means safety. I’ve walked down dark streets that feel very different than they do on a clear, sunny afternoon. In the light, I can see what surrounds me. I don’t fear what may be lurking nearby, the potential for harm or accident. In the light, objects take their true shape and are clearly discerned. We don’t guess about shadowy figures and nightmarish hidden motives.
Light means warmth. Historically, light is produced by something burning. Our sun, a giant ball of flaming gas. A fire. A torch. A candle. We can escape the cold by drawing ourselves near to this sort of light—especially apt after a week like this one.
From the safety and warmth of light, we get the sense of comfort. Light comforts us in our fears, in our times of unknowing, in those times when we feel the coldness of being alone.
Light symbolizes knowledge. Truth. Light symbolizes acceptance. A refuge from the cold, dark realities that often confront us. A safe harbor from the storms of doubt, fear, pain, and ignorance.
It is in these cold, dark moments of our lives that light has its greatest impact, where it can perform its most transformative work, for it is in these moments when we see most clearly its stark and beautiful contrast against the backdrop of our plight.
I’ve had several of these moments in my life. I’m sure you have, too. These are the moments where, when we feel like we are standing in the deepest valley of our fears, stuck in a bog of despondency or terror, someone comes in and brings us hope. Sometimes it is in the form of an answer. Sometimes it is in the form of a rescue. Still other times it is just standing alongside us so we know we are not alone. I’ve even had a few moments where I felt something I can only call supernatural convincing me that an absurd hope exists where none may be seen, where no evidence gives reason to believe, where in the flash of a moment everything in my perspective and understanding changes.
These, all of these, are the moments that Isaiah talks about so poetically as he describes those who walked in darkness who have seen a great light and he then uses words like these to describe their response: joy, rejoice, exult. These are the moments that the Psalmist is singing about as the words of the song proclaim salvation, strength, beauty, and shelter.
Jesus, in the Gospel, is named as Isaiah’s light. As evidence, Matthew tells about Jesus giving the good news that the Kingdom of God is near and describes Jesus healing sickness and disease. Jesus’ message is “repent,” but that seems an easy thing to do when one who lives in what today’s service started out calling “the shrouded world” and “the borderlands” suddenly experiences this light. Who wouldn’t want to drop everything to follow that?
Maybe that is part of what Paul is talking about in today’s Epistle. When you go through this kind of life-changing experience, so many things become less important to you. I wonder if he is making his appeal for unity based on the realization that Christ’s ability to transform us from our darkness is a process. A life-long process. One that is more analogous to a journey than to a doorway. We each begin our journey differently. Maybe some learned through one teacher. Others from someone else. But, ultimately we are all traveling toward the same destination. We are all in the process of experiencing the great light in different ways, each of us having ourselves and our world revealed to us in uniquely appropriate ways and at opportune moments.
For some, seeing the great light is the result of feeling loved and accepted, not just by a mysterious spirit somewhere “out there,” but by a loving community of people who are connected to one another by faith. For most of us, that sort of love, acceptance, and yes, forgiveness is a deep-seated need. A longing. Our hearts cry out, “Is there anyone who knows what I am going through? If they know, does anyone care? Will I still be accepted if people know? If they know who I really am?”
I am absolutely convinced God is capable of answering that supernaturally. But, I’m even more convinced that God usually chooses instead to answer that through people. Voices in our head tend to make us question our sanity. Someone coming up and giving us a warm, honest welcome does something more beautiful. Over time, God may choose to add a supernatural voice to confirm what human voices have first said, but that may not even be necessary if we have clear evidence in the unusual, wonderful lives and examples of the people around us.
I wonder if Paul’s point is that the power of the cross of Christ has nothing to do with specific people, with words, with decisions about what color carpet should be installed in the sanctuary. Maybe he is saying that the true power is in the way it enables us to set aside the undue importance we place on those things to work for a common good as a community. These types of communities still disagree, but they are not divided by those disagreements. These types of communities still honor leaders, but do not idolize anyone. These types of communities understand that every person is important and should be welcomed, loved, and valued.
These types of communities are not normal. In my opinion, they only exist where there is light.
These types of communities do not exist for the purpose of fighting against darkness. They exist for the purpose of spreading light.
I’ve really come to think that repentance has nothing to do with highlighting the evil in the world and warning people away from it. It isn’t even about self-training, self-discipline, or self-flagellation to remove impurities we find in ourselves.
Repentance is embracing light when we see it. It is running toward that light. It is being honest when the light exposes dark places in ourselves and being willing to face reality and ask for help.
Repentance is what happens when the beauty of the goodness of God outshines the grim reality of our worlds, both personal and corporate, outshines to the extent that our hearts long for the beauty and discover we no longer feel attached to anything else.
New Song is a beautiful community. It is a unique place in the world. We aren’t perfect, but we know that. However, this is a community that has seen and experienced light. In each of our lives, something has happened to make us want to embrace one another. For me, it started with the act of being embraced by you when I first walked in. Maybe your story is similar. I shouldn’t be surprised if we all agree that being welcomed was integral to our experience here.
I’ve attended a lot of churches. I’ve visited a lot more. The typical, but not universal experience is a warm greeting at the door, maybe a smile or two. As time goes by, though, I always find myself wondering if the people around me would still like me if they knew “who I really am.” Listening to what has been proclaimed in many of those pulpits has sometimes made my fears more pronounced.
If you knew my hopes, my fears, my dreams, and my struggles, what would that mean to our relationship? We all ask questions like that. We all have reasons to do so. All of us have experienced pain; we have been hurt by past relationships, hurt by family or friends, maybe even hurt by other communities of faith. The evidence of our experiences prepares us to expect disappointment.
We may even start to wonder in despair whether we will ever find anyone who will accept us as we are—and who will also be honest with us and themselves about who they are. We wonder if we will ever find anyone who is real.
What do you do when a group of people makes you feel wanted and welcome, even when they learn your secrets? Even the secrets that others have used as a reason for rejecting you? What do you do when you see these people’s warts and flaws, but realize that beneath them lie hearts that are filled with pure motives and kind intentions and a willingness to own up to imperfections with a desire to improve? What do you do when you see loving acceptance in action?
What would anyone do? It is so very rare.
Me? Like the sons of Zebedee, I drop everything and run to embrace it.
We exist to bring light into dark places. To be light in a world of shadows. It is not our job to subdue the darkness ourselves, but rather to carry the light. Light is more powerful than darkness.
Light brings freedom and joy where there is oppression.
Light brings safety where there is trouble.
Light brings unity where there is division.
Light brings purpose where there is tedium and toil.
Light brings healing where there is sickness and disease.
Light draws the attention of everyone who sees it.
May the dawning light of Christ give hope to the broken, the persecuted, the alien and the excluded, that we might feel the kingdom drawing near and turn to follow him. And, as we do, may we be the means by which others experience that same light.
God of all people you sent your Son into the shrouded world into the borderlands; may his dawning light give hope to the broken, the persecuted, the alien and the excluded, that we might feel the kingdom drawing near and turn to follow him; through Jesus Christ, the morning star. Amen.
(Prayers for an Inclusive Church by Steven Shakespeare)
(All scripture passages are quoted from the Revised Standard Version translation of the Bible, copyright © National Council of Churches of Christ in America.)
The OT: Isaiah 9:1-4
There will be no gloom for those who were in anguish. In the former time he brought into contempt the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, but in the latter time he will make glorious the way of the sea, the land beyond the Jordan, Galilee of the nations.
The people who walked in darkness
have seen a great light;
those who lived in a land of deep darkness–
on them light has shined.
You have multiplied the nation,
you have increased its joy;
they rejoice before you
as with joy at the harvest,
as people exult when dividing plunder.
For the yoke of their burden,
and the bar across their shoulders,
the rod of their oppressor,
you have broken as on the day of Midian.
The Psalm: Psalm 27:1, 5-13
The LORD is my light and my salvation;
whom then shall I fear?
the LORD is the strength of my life;
of whom then shall I be afraid?
One thing have I asked of the LORD;
one thing I seek;
that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days
of my life;
To behold the fair beauty of the LORD
and to seek him in his temple.
For in the day of trouble he shall keep me safe
in his shelter;
he shall hide me in the secrecy of his dwelling
and set me high upon a rock.
Even now he lifts up my head
above my enemies round about me.
Therefore I will offer in his dwelling an oblation
with sounds of great gladness;
I will sing and make music to the LORD.
Hearken to my voice, O LORD, when I call; *
have mercy on me and answer me.
You speak in my heart and say, “Seek my face.” *
Your face, LORD, will I seek.
Hide not your face from me, *
nor turn away your servant in displeasure.
You have been my helper;
cast me not away; *
do not forsake me, O God of my salvation.
The Epistle: 1 Corinthians 1:10-18
I appeal to you, brothers and sisters, by the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you be in agreement and that there be no divisions among you, but that you be united in the same mind and the same purpose. For it has been reported to me by Chloe’s people that there are quarrels among you, my brothers and sisters. What I mean is that each of you says, “I belong to Paul,” or “I belong to Apollos,” or “I belong to Cephas,” or “I belong to Christ.” Has Christ been divided? Was Paul crucified for you? Or were you baptized in the name of Paul? I thank God that I baptized none of you except Crispus and Gaius, so that no one can say that you were baptized in my name. (I did baptize also the household of Stephanas; beyond that, I do not know whether I baptized anyone else.) For Christ did not send me to baptize but to proclaim the gospel, and not with eloquent wisdom, so that the cross of Christ might not be emptied of its power. For the message about the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.
The Gospel: Matthew 4:12-23
When Jesus heard that John had been arrested, he withdrew to Galilee. He left Nazareth and made his home in Capernaum by the sea, in the territory of Zebulun and Naphtali, so that what had been spoken through the prophet Isaiah might be fulfilled:
“Land of Zebulun, land of Naphtali,
on the road by the sea, across the Jordan, Galilee of the Gentiles–
the people who sat in darkness have seen a great light,
and for those who sat in the region and shadow of death light has dawned.”
From that time Jesus began to proclaim, “Repent, for the kingdom of heaven has come near.”
As he walked by the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea– for they were fishermen. And he said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you fish for people.” Immediately they left their nets and followed him. As he went from there, he saw two other brothers, James son of Zebedee and his brother John, in the boat with their father Zebedee, mending their nets, and he called them. Immediately they left the boat and their father, and followed him.
Jesus went throughout Galilee, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the good news of the kingdom and curing every disease and every sickness among the people.
I don’t review everything I read. Not by a long shot. I generally have 3 or 4 books being read at the same time stashed in different places in my house. Today’s book is one that I bought and that I think deserves a wider audience. It begins by separating the idea of nations from states. Nations are essentially groups of people who share a common culture, ethnic language, or historical experience. States can be made up of nations, as in the nation-states of historic France or Turkey, but nations can exist outside of states, such as the Kurdish or Palestinian nations today.
American Nations: A History of the Eleven Rival Regional Cultures of North America postulates that North America, including Canada, the United States, and Mexico (at least the northern part), is made up of eleven nations, each with its own unique historical roots, norms, mores, and cultures and that it is the differences between these nations that create the political and occasionally violent turmoil in the region, especially within the United States.
The author uses a historical narrative to describe the beginnings of each nation, and specifically the reasons its founders felt it necessary to leave their established homes elsewhere and settle in a new land. Some wanted to create religious utopias. Others wanted to escape the control of tyrants. Still others wanted to find a land that they themselves could control as new tyrants, feudal masters of their own hierarchical kingdoms. Native Americans are not forgotten, but just as in history, they are primarily relegated here to the role of conquered indigenous and their histories and interactions are mostly, but not completely, ignored except to factually and clearly describe the dastardly ways with which native peoples were usually treated.
Maps from the book have been published in articles like this one from Tufts Magazine from Tufts University and are worth a look at this point in the description. The linked article also gives a listing and short description of each nation, long enough to give a sense of the idea, but not enough to give the full argument.
The book has left me with several takeaways, and these are why I think it is worth reading for anyone with an interest in North American, and especially USA history, politics, and culture.
- Talking about red states vs blue states or Republicans vs Democrats or even The North vs The South forces extreme simplification of more complex issues, beliefs, and trends.
- Thinking that “everyone in the Midwest” USA thinks or believes the same is naive–this is actually one of the more diverse sections of the country, which is why it always seems to be the power broker or swing voting area. In fact, it has historically been the buffer between the Yankee north and the Deep South extremes of the spectrum on almost every debate.
- American history is presented very differently to children in each of these national areas. The obvious example is that what people who grew up in Yankeedom call “The Civil War” is called “The War Between the States” in the Deep South and often also in Tidewater and Greater Appalachia. However, this is only an obvious example and are there many less-obvious examples that I didn’t realize exist.
- The men who made the decisions while creating the United States of America as a state sharply disagreed on many issues and for its first hundred years it was not certain the state would persist.
American Nations gives a clear description of each group, its stated motives, and its actions and uses these to dispassionately explain thought and voting trends and more across the areas. It follows these across time as historical events unfold that cause power to rise and fall, especially as the nations expand geographically and how each chose to do so–note, each nation did so very differently from the others. The intent is to help the reader grasp the layers of meaning, communication, alternate understandings and perceptions of events that make up the continent and especially the United States. Knowing this helps both the insider and the outsider grasp the difficulty inherent in trying to unite people across the nations toward any common goal.
As a supplement to a typical (lacking) education in North American and especially American history, I consider this book a quality companion to Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States; this book is less political, but I don’t think it will be less transforming for the reader.