I have been reading a lot about local eating, including Barbara Kingslover’s beautiful book “Animal, Vegetable, Miracle.”  The follow up to that, for me, has been a few trips to local farmer’s markets and eating some more local, fresh ingredients. I still eat far too much processed stuff and even fast food, but I am working to pair down most of my meals to simple, fresh, local stuff.  I have been baking my own bread, thanks to my handy breadmaker, trying to waste less, and enjoying the abundant fresh, local produce of the season (Jersey tomatoes, peaches, and corn…yum!). One of my favorite meal/snack things lately is an fresh ear of Jersey sweet corn just dropped on the burner of my stove until its a bit warm with a little darkness on some of the kernels. And that’s it. No butter, no nothing. I could eat like this a lot.  And apparently its God’s idea of good eating too:

10 And again, verily I say unto you, all wholesome aherbs God hath ordained for the constitution, nature, and use of man—

  11 Every herb in the season thereof, and every fruit in the season thereof; all these to be used with aprudence and bthanksgiving.  – D&C 89
Not all Christian traditions have this in their arsenal, of course. Its pretty much LDS/Community of Christ and some smaller spin off groups. But I feel so blessed to have this scripture to guide my path to a better way of eating.
Local, in season food, it turns out, is good not only for the body but for the environment. Think of all the oil expended in shipping those exotic fruits and veggies to you. 
But maybe here is the most beautiful part:
Its about 10am and I am driving a back road in Mullica Hill, New Jersey when I see a handpainted sign reading “Jersey peaches, turn here.”  To the left, there is a farm, green stalks of corn waving in the slight breeze.  I pull up over a pitty driveway to a small platform where a boy about 16 is helping an older couple to pack up an awful lot of tomatoes and peaches.  That’s all there is….tomatoes, peaches and a small stack of corn from this boy’s family farm.  He drops the baskets into plastic bags and passes it to the older couple.
The man turns to me “Good morning! How ya doing??” 
We get to talking and I find they used to live nearby and have driven here from Pennsylvania just for the produce because they miss it.  We chat about local produce a bit and uses for an excess of tomatoes. I feel full of goodwill for this charming couple as they load their purchase into their extremely clean, older model car.
I ask the boy for a basket of peaches and one of tomatoes. The peaches are $4.  When I get them home, I find there are so many of the lumpy, imperfect, but fresh smelling things that I had better give some away and I divide them up into two bags for the neighbors on either side.  I wash what remains and sit down with one.
Biting into it, I taste childhood. White jersey peaches, fresh as anything, juice oozing down my chin and arm.  I can’t remember when Ive tasted anything so good. It makes me want to eat nothing else forever.
And suddenly I remember what food can be. Delicious, full of nutrition. Real.
Since that first bite I crave that freshness. I still eat the non-fresh, processed drivel…but I know now.
I know what I am missing.
  

Red Letter Christians: A Citizen’s Guide to Faith and Politics

by Tony Campolo

About a year ago I was invited to a benefit for the School of Social Change at Eastern University aka the Campolo College.   It was a swanky affair on the waterfront in Philadelphia, high in the air overlooking the Delaware in an expensive condo’s community room.  Exquisite food and alcohol flowed freely (I don’t drink but I was in the minority). The room was awash with people who meet people.

Then, in walked Tony Campolo. He spoke only for a few minutes, but he transformed that space from a typical networking party for the upper class to a holy moment.  He shared with us a story that appears now in this new book, about the difference between power and authority.  He writes,

“It is important to stress that for Christians, authority comes from sacrificing to meet the needs of others. As the ultimate case in point, Jesus speaks as ‘one having authority (Matt. 7:29). He does not coerce us into yielding to His will. Instead, we come to an awareness that He has a legitimate claim to our allegiance through his sacrifices for us, especially His sacrifice on the cross.”

In other words, through sacrifice and service the Christian gains the authority to preach the gospel.  I think that’s such an important point that I can’t even express the depths of it.

The remainder of the book discusses a variety of political issues, from campaign finance reform to immigration to abortion to flat tax.  This is an unusually direct book, where Campolo gives his opinion of what the progressive Christian’s response to these issues might be. Although he does not ultimately judge those who disagree (in fact, he’s very conciliatory), he clearly expresses preferences:  in favor of the flat tax and immigration amnesty and environmental protection etc.

My biggest criticism is that I wish that he had provided more factual data to back up some of these opinions. I did appreciate the discussion, and he actually did make me think through some of my own ideas on some issues.  I think its an important book in that it raises some questions about the standard, conservative evangelical political agenda we’ve come to know (and maybe fear).

What it would be like to have a real Christian dialogue about politics without partisanism or reactionary behavior? What would a Christian politic look like if it fully focused on Jesus’s transformative message of healing, reconcilation and service to the poor and hurting? 

A red letter Christian, according to Campolo, would do just that.  The red letter refers to Bibles that contain the words of Jesus in red letters to stand out from black text.  The idea is that these sort of Christians are focused on the words of Jesus and applying them to our lives, morality and politic.  Defintely thought provoking.

 

 

 


Haddonfield Farmer’s Market

Visited 6/21/08

The Haddonfield, New Jersey Farmer’s Market is small.  Really small.  There were only a couple decent spreads of produce, some specialty stuff like a really good mushroom booth, 2 or 3 fresh flower/plant booths, some bakery items, and one local, grass fed meat vendor. I guess I expected that in Haddonfield they’d have dozens of vendors, but most likely the majority of them are over at the Collingswood Farmer’s Market that I hope to visit soon (since both are at the same time).

I scored: 

 2 flowering annuals, on sale for $2, buy one get one free (best deal of the day). 

 a bunch of radishes (I like to eat radishes just as they are with a little salt, but I might put some in a lunch this week)

  2 pounds of grass fed, locally raised ground beef (I froze this for after we get back frm Reunion)

   a bag of shitake mushrooms, locally grown and smelling delicious, which I play to fry up for lunch in my rice Thursday

    I also got a very nice cloth shopping bag, quite huge, for $4 which I planned to use for groceries and stuff when I have smaller loads.

It felt great to be out on a gorgeous morning looking at produce that didn’t travel a thousand miles to get to me. I enjoyed the fresh smells and lovely colors. I definitely think farmers market touring is going to be a regular thing with me into the future. The best part is that I can get what I need for the week as far as produce without guilt and much more organically.  It also made me feel a lot closer to the food than ordering it online from a chain grocery store does.

I think I am slowly converting my husband. He loves the cage free organic eggs that I bought at the store (not local but an improvement).  Slowly but surely I hope to move us from eating large quantites of over-processed foods to lesser quantities of organic, fresh foods.  This is going to take some work, however. He’s a chocolate candy bar and spaghetti-o’s kind of guy.  We actually had an interesting talk this morning about locating more ecologically friendly garbage bags. The bio-bags, for instance, are sooooo expensive. $6 or so for 12 bags! Compared to $6 for 100 of the kind we get at the store, though of course the environmental impact has a cost as well.  Perhaps we can compromise with recycled bags.

By the way, next time I will remember to take pictures. I was too overwhelmed with my first time there to remember!


Homosexuality and the Saints: The Community of Christ Experience

Edited by William D. Russell

I think that I was hoping for or expecting a more academic approach to the issue than I got.  What I got was a sometimes touching and sometimes spiritually grounded collection of essays that clearly slanted toward opening up the arms of the church completely.  Russel writes in the conclusion “I hope it is also unmistakably clear that the negative view of homosexuality our culture holds stands in moral and ethical condemnation when viewed in the light of the life and teachings of Jesus of Nazareth.” (225)  He argues that those who rely on scripture to condemn homosexuality are ignoring other culturally influenced, but morally questionable passages in the Bible such as “No bastard shall enter into the assembly of the Lord until the tenth generation” – Deuteronomy 23:3. “Jesus”, Russell reminds us, “loved the outcasts of society…”. (228)

Russell further argues that Jesus doesn’t speak on homosexuality, but seemed to accept everyone who came to him, that he “redefined, reinterpreted and even rejected some of the scriptures”, and that our Book of Mormon and Doctrine and Covenants are silent on the issue.   I would agree with these points…scripturally, the passages that condemn homosexuality are suspect to me:  Old Testament regulations clearly done away with by the appearance of Jesus, and a bit of Pauline commentary.  Paul…you know the guy who told women to keep silent in the churches?  Clearly the letters of Paul were not meant, even by him, to be revelatory like our Doctrine and Covenants. They contain his opinions not just his divinely inspired thoughts.

So beyond scripture, what else stops the church from a full embrace?  Well, as it stands right now our official stance is one of acceptance except for priesthood members who are practicing homosexuals.  In theory, to BE gay is okay, to have gay sex is not.  Homosexuals who are priesthood members and are found practicing are subject to ministerial silencing, even though many slip by because of accepting congregations who don’t push the silencing issue.  This book shared stories of those who have been accepted and those who have been silenced because of their orientation or the practice of it.

I was hoping that this book would clarify some things for me on where the church’s policy should go, but in some ways it muddied the waters.  There is no question, NONE for me that homosexuals should be loved and treated with dignity and kindness the same as anyone else. There is no question that celibate homosexuals should be permitted priesthood.  Here’s where it gets dicey:

Heterosexuals, in theory, who are having sex outside of marriage are not supposed to be priesthood. 

Homosexuals cannot marry in the church and in most states.

Therefore, homosexuals having sex even in a committed relationship are most likely having sex outside of marriage.

I agree with the theory that sexuality should be contained within the sanctity of marriage.  Those participating regularly in promiscuous sexuality are not showing the depth of spiritual and emotional maturing and responsibility that I want in priesthood, even if I wouldn’t condemn them as fellow travellers.  I think it is safe to say without stereotype that the communities in many places where homosexuals get the most support and meet one anoter are communities that promote promiscuity and in many cases drug and alcohol use.  That is not to say that every gay person does those things, they do not.  But because gay people are often marginalized they tend to gather with others and these influences are often present.  Therefore, I think that the best thing the church could do is

1. Provide safe spaces where gay youth and young adults can be taught that there are alternatives to that lifestyle. That they, too, can find joy in a moral life and that their sexuality can be blessed and sacred within the confines of married relationships where they are least exploited (just as heterosexuals I believe are less exploited in those relationships).

2. Create a policy of church sanctioned gay “marriage” or commitment ceremonies that permit gay people to be married even if not in the eyes of the state.  A marriage sanctioned by God may not be enough to get your tax benefits, but its enough to get heavenly benefits. Premarital counseling, tailored to gay relationships, should be part of that.

3. Permit gay priesthood who are living celibate or are in church OR state sanctioned marriages to retain their priesthood.

4. Apply ministerial silencing equally to homosexuals and heterosexuals who are using their sexuality irresponsibly.

5.  Officially become a welcoming church that sanctions priesthood who demonstrate prejudice against homosexuals, by gender, race or ethnicity.

6.  Create official and required Temple School courses on sensitivity to diversity issues that every priesthood member must take to retain their priesthood status. These materials should be tailored to different cultures in our worldwide church.

7.  Develop a diversity training corps in the World Church whose mission it is visit and assist congregations who are having difficulties in these areas who would desire additional training.

8> Here is the stickiest bit. There are countries where the law would create barriers to this kind of inclusion, such as Africa. Loopholes to the policies for those countries where it would create a violation of law must be permitted to retain the safety of the church members in those areas.

As for the book, I hope it does not become a definitive resource on this issue and others don’t rise to fill the gaps it leaves. We need books that look more deeply at the theology, books that deal with practical application, books that tell both sides more clearly. But this is a beginning, and its an important beginning. Its a book that may make some people who aren’t sure think hard about their position.  It’s a book that may make people who have been wounded by church policies begin to see some progress made.

It’s a book that is very past due about an issue that may break our church but that we cannot step away from because of the love Jesus has for the people being wounded by our current attitudes and policies.


On Frailty

21Jun08

One of my biggest theological and personal challenges is my fear of my own physical frailty. From childhood, I came to see how brittle we are as human beings, how easily physically damaged or sickened, and this terrified me.  I read that “perfect love casts out fear” and I know I haven’t achieved perfect love because fear is still very much a tenant in the apartment complex of my mental life.

My father is in the hospital again. This is the second or third time this year.  He is physically very frail, even though when I was growing up he was always so hearty and strong.  A working man, whose hands, dirty and full of callouses, seemed monstrous weapons even at the tenderest of moments. His work put him in contact with many toxic things, not the least of which was the asbestos that is ruining the quality of his life.

Frailty sometimes comes of our own doing, like a drug addict who becomes frail as a result of his or her exposure to the drug.  Sometimes others do it to us, like with my father and the asbestos, or someone who has been injured by another.  Sometimes it just happens, as in cases of children born with genetic illness. In the 80’s, HIV became a suspect disease, associated with shame and “lifestyle choices”.  I remember clearly the judgement implicit in the words “he or she has HIV/AIDS”.  Meanwhile someone with cancer was whispered about “its cancer”, as though one disease could make you holy while the other could make you unclean. 

The fact is, all human disease and physical suffering, all frailty, is a tragedy.  Jesus taught this when he reached out to lepers and healed them.  He wasn’t afraid to touch the sick, the suffering. He wasn’t afraid to stand between human beings and their frailty. In fact, he embodied frailty on that cross, his body broken beyond repair or belief. 

I am still afraid of human frailty. At times I look at the hands typing out these words and I can see that this body is a weak carrier for an eternal spirit. When I say “I”, am I referring to a body that carries out the impulses sent to it by the brain? No, I suppose I mean my spirit, my soul, the will that drives me. 

My Dad, in his hospital bed today, is probably looking at his body with the IV drip attached and the heart monitor beeping behind him, and possibly despairing at his own frailty. But under that weakened body I know there is an eternal spirit that is beautiful, that sacrificed so much for me to have a good life in my frail body, who loves and cares for people and who deeply loves God.  Sometimes, I despair at his frailty too…but then I remember to rejoice at his spirit. 

I must learn to trust that God can take care of these spirits once separated from this frail, frail frame. 

Henri Nouwen writes in “Beyond the Mirror: Reflections on Life and Death” about a near death experience that he had.  He said that when he returned to life, he was disappointed…because he had tasted the glory of what comes after and was so filled with peace and the beauty of it that he did not want to return.  When I read the book, I felt God had sent him back to comfort the hearts of people like me who fear.  Nouwen’s biographer, Michael O’Laughlin said this about the experience,

“What Henri discovered through this experience was the relativity of our short life on earth. For him life became only a brief interval where we are separated from God. We start out with God; we’re separated from him as we spin off into earth, space, and time. Then we go back home. That was his idea of what death is: It was a return to where we were before.”

I believe that the right attitude of the Christian is probably to see death as a blessing and see tragedy only in the suffering that people experience in life.

But….I don’t know how to get there from here.


My intention is to try to make a post each Monday that has to do with Peace and Justice issues/ministry.  Right now I am deeply interested in ways to live more sustainably and with ecological soundness. Awareness of how much our family consumes, and WHAT it consumes is making me twitchy. Short of quitting work and school and starting my own backyard farm and living off that alone, I am finding it very challenging to reduce packaging and such. We’ve given up bottled water even though tap water freaks me out (there’s a book out about water…bottled and tap…that I read about in the NY Times and am tempted to read but afraid it will make me unable to drink anything ever again).

Speaking of the NY Times, they had an article this weekend about “Green Noise” , a new buzz word for people panicking about the green movement and how they fit into it. 

“An environmentally conscientious consumer is left to wonder: are low-energy compact fluorescent bulbs better than standard incandescents, even if they contain traces of mercury? Which salad is more earth-friendly, the one made with organic mixed greens trucked from thousands of miles away, or the one with lettuce raised on nearby industrial farms? Should they support nuclear power as a clean alternative to coal?

If even well-intentioned activists are feeling overwhelmed, the average S.U.V. driver must be tuning out. And some environmentalists fear that the public might begin to ignore their message before any meaningful change can be accomplished. For them, it’s a time to reassess strategies and streamline their campaigns before it’s too late.

“We worry about it,” said Carl Pope, the executive director of the Sierra Club. “We all understand that today’s media environment is an extremely crowded one, and message overload is the order of the day.””

Well, yes.  This is all true, and I certainly would agree that I feel overwhelmed by the amount of information out there about greening, just as I am about the amount of information on just about everything else that impacts my life: law, business, cooking, domestic life, marriage and relationships, church and spirituality….the list could go on forever.  I remember when I was young and the internet wasn’t in everyone’s homes…I used to freak out just about the sheer number of books that I could read on a certain subject. Now, there are also 1,000 websites for every nuanced issue. It can be challenging, but the thing to understand is that humans, like search engines, are able to weed out the excess information and zero in on the things they need to know.  We need to focus on how to do the best we can. 

This week, my goal is to learn how to be sensitive to the things I have in the house that might not be too good for the environment or that contain chemicals that aren’t good. I will be using up what’s here and then moving toward using household cleaners and other products that are ecologically sound. Some sites  I will be using to do this:

Skin Deep Cosmetics Database for helping me weed out cosmetics/beauty products that are tested on animals and contain chemicals that are bad for the environment.

New American Dream’s list of ecological cleaning products.

Care2’s Make Your Own Cleaning Supplies directions.

My goal is to have nothing but non toxic, ecological cleaning and beauty/health supplies in the house by the end of the summer.

 

 


How the Other Half Worships

by Camilo Vergara

The reverence that Vergara shows in examining the physical and spiritual structures of churches in inner cities, which he unfortunately refers to as “the ghetto”, belies his confession at the end that he is pretty much “immune to Christianity”.  This is a gorgeous, lush book full of colorful photographs and colorful stories about charismatic churches centered in communities that need them.

I have a friend who is a Catholic priest, and he has been working in the city of Camden (last year the most dangerous city in America and the subject of a 20/20 with Diane Sawyer about forgotten youth) for many years.  He is always saying that it is the faith community only that can save the city, because it is what gives the people hope, and help and a reason to change. I have no reason to doubt him on this, and I have certainly seen many secular programs in the inner city fail while one good preacher can change life after life.

My friend, who has just been reassigned to director of Community Relations for the diocese, inspires me because I feel that he truly treats people equally. Although he seems to know a lot of people who are important or wealthy, I have never seen him treat a poor person on the street with any less respect than a politician or actor or anyone else.  There is such a lesson in that, and I think that lesson comes from his work with people in need.

Suburban churches, such as the one I attend, frequently find it difficult to transfer their desire to serve to people who don’t look like them or share their socioeconomic position or values.  The protest can be subtle, or overt…as in “why should we help them? they are just lazy!” or something like that.  It is difficult to understand how radically different the circumstances can be for a person that may live only a few miles away but whose life is almost as desperate as if they lived in a third world country.  We are uncomfortable with looking that kind of brokenness in the eye. We are afraid that we may become that some day…its not so remote. We are also afraid that we will have to look at our own more leisurely lives and give up some of our luxuries in the face of such need. But I think we are also afraid of just not knowing how to communicate;  the same kind of anxiety I frequently feel when I am in an environment where people are speaking a language I don’t know. It’s isolating, and its scary because we like to connect with people and when we cannot its very stressful. 

That’s what is so great about this book…I think it should be in the hands of every suburban pastor, because I think it really helps the suburbanite to understand how Christianity plays out on the front lines, and how faith communities respond to differing needs in urban centers. 

Interestingly, the book deals with race almost exclusively in describing how churches manage art work depicting Jesus: is he black, or white?  One story described a seminary in Detroit in which there is a statute of Jesus that was once all white. During the Detroit riots of 1967, someone painted the face, hands and feet pitch black. It was restored, but then the seminary authorities repainted it black as a gesture of goodwill.  Its a truly striking image.

This is an extraordinarily accessible and enjoyable book even just to flip through, but reading it is even more of a treat.


An Omnivore\'s Dilemma

An Omnivore’s Dilemma

by Michael Pollan

     On some ecological blogs that I read I came across a mention of this book and checked it out of the library without particularly high expectations.  Subtitled “A Natural History of Four Meals”, Pollan uses the conceit of 4 meals that he eats, with friends or family, as a means to get his readers querying where their own plate full of mush comes from.

     Stylistically, Pollan is engaging and creative, evocative and provocative. He leads us through a thoroughly researched discussion of where our food comes from without pandering or becoming preachy at all.  He transports us through the sometimes quite yucky world of meat-eating, for example, without ever standing for vegetarianism or insisting that we change. Now, that may be a criticism by some, but for me it was a breath of fresh air to see someone really struggling with the questions without imposing an answer. The fact that he never quite solves the dilemma he poses is endearing, and enables all of us to reflect and consider but now with much more fact and research at our disposal.

        Some of the facts that overwhelmed me:

        1.  Corn is pretty much in everything in the Western diet. I hadn’t realized how pervasive it is. I also hadn’t realized the amount that our government subsidizes the growing of corn and the problems that creates for farmers and for our economy.

       2.  It takes nearly a barrel of oil to produce one cow’s worth of meat (when you factor in transportation, the costs related to feeding the cow…which btw is fed corn to make them fatter quicker, though cows are naturally suited to eating grass.). Yes, somehow even eating a steak makes Dick Cheney and George Bush richer. 

      3.  Big Organic farming or organic labels as we have them are not necessarily so much better.

      I came to see why eating local foods is better, how much fossil fuel is used in transporting food all over so we can have asparagus at Christmas, etc. I also was convinced that buying organic, particularly with milk or meats is better.  I have switched to cage free organic eggs and organic milk, and am attempting to figure out where some local farmers markets might be that I could get some decent deals from.  I am thinking I might go buy my meat from an Amish market, because the Amish are certainly the opposite of factory farmers. 

       But on the spiritual side, I thought a lot about the costs of meat eating and also the psychological implications.  I have a lot of Native American in my ancestry, and I remember good old Great Uncle Sheldon coming to see us with big armfuls of venison that he had shot, killed and cleaned himself.  Somehow in the background of my childhood — was it from him? my Dad? was the notion that you don’t kill for sport, you kill for food…and you eat what you kill, every bit you can.  Also somewhere in there was the idea of gratefulness to the animal for giving its life.

     My father tells the story of slaughtering chickens when he was young and living in the hills of Western Pennsylvania. They were poor, and the chickens were very much dinner. Sometimes, when there weren’t chickens, there was squirrel or rabbit or whatever wasn’t fast enough to get away from Pop Pop’s rifle. Anyway, Dad says that he remembers slaughtering chickens and they would run around for awhile without their heads and make a big mess if you did it wrong. And he, being 9 or 10, did it wrong…and got into quite a lot of trouble with Mom Mom for it as they cleaned up the blood in the yard.  These images stuck with me, and at times as a young child I could really see the connection between what was on my plate and what was once a living, breathing creature. That may have been why I spent several years as a vegetarian.  I even briefly went the vegan route, but I was hungry all the time as a vegan and miserable. I can’t live without cheese.

   In Pollan’s book, he describes going hunting and shooting a wild boar. A photo was taken of him with his kill, and later he went home and looked at it and was sickened…not so much by the death of the animal as with his own gleeful reaction, his sense of achievement.  He was confused by his feelings.

     I have often wondered if I could go out and kill an animal for food. Sure, I suppose if starving anyone could…but what if you weren’t starving, just hungry? Or there were other options but that deer seemed a particularly delicious one.

     Once, my Uncle Wayne took me shooting.  I was young, and just shooting a target.  I did okay.  The kick of the rifle in my hand was so intense.   I respected it, and it wasn’t a toy to me ever (which I suppose is why I am shocked when my stepsons want to play with water guns or such…there is nothing “fun” about something that has the power to kill or that suggests an item that has the power to kill).   I find it difficult to understand why some people get a thrill out of shooting if they don’t intend to use that for some purpose.  To me, shooting at a target is a natural preparation for hunting, or maybe even for self defense. But it isn’t a sport, or fun. It’s a survival technique.   I could shoot a deer if I were hungry. I could shoot a man if he were going to harm an innocent person and it would stop him.  But I don’t want to. I really don’t want to. So much so that I wonder if I would kill to defend myself, though I know I would to defend someone else.  I question this for the same reason that I don’t support the death penalty:  the people who have done the most harm in the world need the most time and space to find their way to God’s grace.

      Sometimes, people equate peace with vegetarianism.  From a spiritual perspective, I suppose I can see a certain wisdom in this. In my own spirital tradition we have the Word of Wisdom, like the Mormons do, though most in my religion don’t follow it anymore.  The Word of Wisdom is not a commandment, but it shows us what we believe God thinks is the better health plan: no tobacco or liquor, no “hot drinks” (later interpreted as coffee and tea), and eating meat sparingly.  The more I read about sustainability, the more the Word of Wisdom starts to make sense even in our modern world.  I hope to cut back the use of meat in my diet, not to become vegetarian but to eat less of it and to use it wisely.  It’s difficult when you live in a very meat-centered culture, and honestly I am not sure how I got along so easily as a vegetarian back in the day because its everywhere.  It is sometimes hard for me to live in such an alcohol-centered culture as well, since I no longer imbibe, per the Word of Wisdom.  I don’t drink coffee or tea, except for herbal teas served warm (not hot).  If the caffeine is the issue, I used to eschew all caffeine (for a year) but now I drink diet sodas. Of course, Omnivore’s Dilemma has me thinking about how far from nature diet soda really is, and am trying to cut down.

One of the most powerful things I got from this book is an absolute commitment to learning more, to studying where my food is coming from, and for reconnecting with my plate in an honest, real way.


I’m not particularly a fan of Pink Floyd, but that line occasionally will waft through my brain and catch a few oozing synapses along the way. 

I have been a member of Community of Christ (formerly RLDS) church since I was a little girl. I was baptised at 10 years old, and even though I haven’t always been a faithful member, I was fervent as a young child and teen and did a tremendous amount of reading back then.  I’m embarrassed to say that I haven’t kept up with my reading on theological issues and I should be much further along than I am.  My hope with this journal is to read and study and think and report here what I find. 

I am in the process of developing some resource lists for our mission center, and some of what I am learning will be used for that. Some will be for the purpose of helping me to encourage our congregation and mission center to do more service, something I feel strongly about. Some will be just for my own edification.

In thinking about what sort of study I want to embark on, I concluded that there are certain categories that interest me:

1.  General theology/Christian thought

2.  Peace and Justice issues.  I’m particularly interested in poverty, environmentalism, and equality.

3. Church:  what does it mean to be a church? how is church “done”? This would include worship resources.

4.  Morality or Christian living.  The personal, behavioral stuff.

For anyone stumbling on this blog who doesn’t know me, I am also a full time law student right now and have a family and assorted billion other things going on. I intend to commit to this pursuit, but there may be times when I am providing more commentary than book reviews because I am falling behind.