Showing posts with label spiritual pilgrimage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spiritual pilgrimage. Show all posts

16 September 2009

Spiritual Prompting: Gandhi


Each week my Covenant Discipleship group meets and discusses acts of compassion, devotion, justice and worship, and we also talk about any spiritual promptings we feel we need to obey or spiritual warnings we feel called to heed. I love this practice for so many reasons. I especially love recognizing spiritual promptings. I want to always be open to where God might be calling me.

This morning I recognized that I'm feeling a prompting towards Mahatma Gandhi. Oh, Gandhi . . . I've heard about him all my life, and I know he's an amazing man. I quote him every now and again. I listened in James Lawson's class as he talked about Gandhi and the nonviolence movement. I read about him at the Civil Rights Museum in Memphis. Ok . . . so Gandhi's a pretty cool dude, eh?

But I've never studied him. I've never dived into some of his writings. I've never even seen the 3-hour film of his life. For some reason, I feel very drawn to study more about the life, vision and practices of Gandhi right now. I'm excited about this urge, and I pray that God reveals to me what I'm supposed to learn from this amazing man who always stood on the righteous side of the indelible line between justice and oppression. I can hardly wait to share as I learn more.

17 January 2008

Upper Room Podcast




I am a featured author on one of Upper Room's Continuum podcasts. Check it out here.

30 July 2007

Greensboro Four Pilgrimage



I am a pilgrim person. I love the journey of life and the opportunity to seek God and God's graces along the way. Fortunately, as one of the authors for The Upper Room's series The Way of Pilgrimage, I get to be a pilgrim guide for them sometimes.

Earlier this month, I guided some youth who attended the United Methodist youth conference Youth 2007 in Greensboro, NC, through a pilgrimage retracing the steps of the Greensboro Four.

It's a beautiful story of four men who were tired, so they decided to take a walk. It was February 1, 1960. The American Civil Rights Movement experienced a peak in the 1950's with the very successful boycott of the buses in Montgomery, Ala., in 1955 and the efforts to integrate high schools in 1957 with the Little Rock (Ark.) Nine. Then there was a lull for a few years until the Greensboro Four.

Four teenagers in their freshman year at North Carolina A & T University (NC A&T) walked to the other part of town and sparked a national sit-in movement when they sat down at the lunch counter of the F.W. Woolworth store and asked for coffee, an unprecedented act for African Americans who were not allowed to be served. Their names are Ezell Blair, Jr. (now called Jibreel Khazan), Franklin McCain, Joseph McNeil, and David Richmond.

The men walked into Woolworth through the "colored entrance," took the escalator up to the floor where the lunch counter was located, walked to the back of the store and sat down at the counter--two on each side of an elderly white woman. The woman leaned over to them and said she was disappointed in them . . . for not doing it sooner. Much to their surprise, she let them know she was proud and they received great encouragement.

They needed her words because many unkind words followed. For months they returned with other students, peacefully protesting as they sat at the counter. People harassed them--pouring food and hot coffee on their heads, calling them names, threatening them, putting out cigarettes on their heads. But the students--black and white--refused to fight back, incorporating the spirit of nonviolence learned by Martin Luther King, Jr.'s studies of Mahatma Gandhi's sit-in movement and the teachings of Jesus.

So at Youth '07, I guided several pilgrimages each day to walk the mile from NC A&T to the Woolworth store where the sit-in movement began. Along the way, we made many stops:

Stop 1: At the A&T campus, they have a statue of the Four walking. We began here and thought about what it would have been like to boldly step out and make a difference.



Stop 2: Greensboro's railroad tracks brought industry and money to the city. It's also the tracks that separated whites and blacks. If you visit you'll notice that the historically black colleges are located on one side of the tracks still and the historically white colleges are located on the other side of the tracks still. So the Four literally had to cross the tracks to get where they were going. We talked here about the boundaries and "tracks" we create in our neighborhoods, our nation and (since they were high school students) even our school cafeterias. And we reflected on how to cross those tracks. We went through the "tunnel" underneath the track.



Stop 3: The Greensboro News & Record covered the stories of the sit-in movement (called Greensboro Daily Record at the time). At the newspaper's offices, we talked about the importance of news in learning about injustices and the many different (and sometimes annoying) things the news chooses to cover--from Paris Hilton and TomKat to genocide in Darfur and displaced Hurricane Katrina victims.



Stop 4: We stopped at the beginning of February One Place, a street right before Woolworth that honors the Greensboro Four. We walked silently up this street.

Stop 5: F.W. Woolworth--the infamous department store with the segregated lunch counter. In July, when the counter finally was integrated, the manager of this particular store invited the black employees to be the first to serve at this integrated counter. Here, we looked at photographs and drank cold water as we reflected on what it means to be worthy of a cup of cold water. During one special pilgrimage, we happened to get there at the same time as the museum director and the mayor! So the director let our group of 51 people go inside and sit at what was left of the counter and see what they plan to do with the museum when it is complete. What a treat! For more info visit the International Civil Rights Center and Museum.



Stop 6: Center City Park, in the heart of Greensboro, celebrates Greensboro's history and diversity. On the wall of the park, there is a quote spoken nearly 100 years prior to the movement of the Greensboro Four. It is powerful:

"Let hate and prejudice have no place here. Elevate yourselves, but pull nobody down. Go for the education and progress mankind without regard to race or color and invite all to come forward and assist in the development of our common country."
~Thomas Settle, North Caroline Supreme Court Justice

At Center City Park, we debriefed our journey and shared in a body prayer.





*All photographs by Mike Dubose (United Methodist News Service)

02 October 2006

Pilgrim People

Tonight, I went on a pilgrimage with our youth at church (whom I adore, by the way!). We did not go far. 1st Ave. in downtown Nashville was our farthest point, and we started at 4th (well, technically the journey began at 21st where our church building resides, but we started walking at 4th). In just those few blocks, however, we silently trekked the streets of Music City (well, most of the youth remained silent, that is). We traveled expecting to see God.

Even though we live in NashVegas, these particular streets are not streets we frequent. The occasional Titans game, music festival or out-of-town visitor might drag us to these streets, but we rarely walk them with pilgrim feet, hearts and eyes during those times.

Tonight my pilgrim eyes were most moved by the very end of our pilgrimage. We reflected on our calling to hospitality--to be in our community and open ourselves up to share our gifts with the community of strangers and friends we will encounter throughout life. So then we sat in front of the brand new symphony hall to hold our "Christ Candle" time. This weekly ritual invites us to pass around our candle (or our battery-powered lantern, as the case was tonight) and reflect on moments we've encountered God through the week. When the sharing/examen ends, we stand and give the UMYF (United Methodist Youth Fellowship) benediction.

Toward the end of our sharing, a man walked to our circle. He looked familiar with this part of town, possibly more familiar with the streets than we hoped for him. I don't know. He paused. He listened as the last person shared. When we stood up to speak the benediction, he placed his camo backpack and red hat on the ground. Without a word and with hands outstretched to join ours, he marched to the circle ready to pray. Grant and Kyle (two of our senior high youth) reached to him, as well, stepping away from one another to make space for our neighbor to join the circle. We prayed, smiled at one another through our benediction and twisted out of the circle.

He never said a word. Maybe he spoke to someone else; I did not hear him. I do not know his name. His presence, after engaging in conversation about hospitailty, was like being tucked into warm satin sheets and receiving a kiss on the forehead by Jesus who whispers to me:

rest well, sweet child and open
not just your eyes with the
Sunrise
but wake up and open your
circles, your church building, your
life, your hands and grab mine

07 March 2005

Last Saturday

Morning dawned abruptly. I dealt first with family dysfunctions. I enjoyed breakfast at Shoney’s with Beth and her family, but my eyes still welled up with tears as we shared the meal. I had a number of things on my mind—some insignificant and others monumental, all crashing on my shore of sanity. When we got home, Beth informed me of an unexpected guest coming to our house who I just could not bear to see.

Before I even knew I was moving, I had my walking shoes on my feet, my sack of books on my back, and one foot in front of the other on Chesterfield Ave. In this moment of desperation for refuge, I made my pilgrimage to Belmont UMC. My spirit craved the escape, the security of the church.

A while ago, my need to escape would take me to Waffle House or Borders or Fido’s. Or maybe I would jog to Centennial Park. And sometimes my feet will still take me to those places. My morning devotions at church this past month, though, have trained my spirit to seek holy ground. Only a month ago, I sat restless in a space with God. On this day, I was drawn there and could have stayed in God’s presence for most of the day.

I hope my spirit will always seek holy ground beyond the season of Lent. Or maybe my spirit will find holiness wherever my feet take me.