Messenger “Advent, Justice, and a Release from the Random” by David Pettit

February/March 2020 Messenger “Advent, Justice, and a Release from the Random” by David Pettit We’ve all seen the stories and the videos on social media. The police officer who pulls someone over in a sketchy neighborhood, and to the stressed and confused driver, the police officer hands a turkey or a check just in time for the holidays. Or the billionaire commencement speaker who cancels the stu- dent debt of that lucky graduating class. Or the fortunate couple for whom Ellen decides to give a new home, their shock, and elation a form of public entertainment. Random acts of kindness. As random as the lottery. As random as a school shooting. Always guessing. Wondering. No rhyme or reason. I’m told that such acts of kindness are a reminder that there are good people out there. There is good in humanity still. And to a limited degree, I can subscribe to this. I certainly don’t want to discourage bold acts to help others. But randomness; it has an effect on the psyche. Always wondering, nothing to count on. Randomness. A loose synonym for inequality, for haphazardness, luck, fortune, or misfortune. It was this past Advent that I listened to an audio copy of The Tattooist of Auschwitz. I was drawn into the world and the experiences it presented, as any skillfully told story can do, causing me to see the world through its perspective. I saw randomness. The cumulative effect of being vulnerable to whims, caprices, and power, always wondering what response will come. What will happen? Extra food ra- tion? The butt of a rifle to the head? A bullet? Random. Haphazard, without logic or reason and most often lacking any sense of humanity. Every day, every interaction, every moment of catching some- body’s eye, wondering what response it would bring. How lucky must one be to navigate such a world of random cruelty and intermittent kindness for three years with people dying all around you? The gunshots going off if one’s ears regularly, the ash of the crematorium raining down on one’s head, even as one survives by one lucky moment after another. The stories conveyed in the Tattooist were intense and stark. It is a starkness we tend to turn away from, an austerity we want to call exceptional and non-ordinary, something singular and unlike other things. I’m not convinced this is true. I think of the work of CrossPurpose and Kevin who shared one Sunday: “I am one unlucky morning away from disaster. One morning missing the bus. One moment of my phone dying and not able to return that call. One time of getting sick on the morning of the interview.” An article from the Atlantic suggests that it takes about twenty years of nearly nothing going wrong in order to get out of poverty. How lucky does one have to be to go twenty years of random cruelty and kindness to come out on the other side? “When pain is all that they offer / Like a kiss from the lips of a monster,” reads the lyrics of a Sarah Bareilles song written with asylum-seeking families who come to our southern border in mind. “You know the famine so well, / but never met the feast / when home is the belly of the beast.” I read re- cently that we have turned away sixty thousand asylum-seekers at our southern border. Whether that number is exactly true or not, I do not know. But I know it would take a lot of luck to find relief if you came so far seeking it. This post began as seed back in Advent, that season when we anticipate the fullness of God’s kingdom. We read Isaiah and the other prophets in Advent—visions of what such a kingdom fulfilled might look like and value. What struck me is the vision of a restored social structure, where the poor were not trampled upon, and the wealthy and connected did not rule the roost by doing deals for their friends. A society upholding the twin ideals of mišpāṭ and Ṣĕdāqāh—justice and righteousness. These are relational terms about upholding one’s responsibility and fidelity to one’s community members. What struck me was a vision where Jerusalem would once again be a center of God’s presence, God’s instructions and values flowing out to the world from the holy mountain. A vision, not unlike Amos’ where justice would flow down like waters, and righteousness an ever-flowing stream. Not random. Not to wonder who would get the help or the relief, and who would be left to the harshness of society. A reordered vision. A flowing stream, consistent waters. I make no claims to be a scholar of Martin Luther King Jr. But the more I learn of King, the more I sense that this was his vision. Not just the ending of random violence, hatred, or segregation. But the reordering of society, the leveling of opportunity and wealth and capital. We are drawn, instead, to the random. Random kindness is enough, haphazardly applied, reifying the inequity of society, rather than confronting it. We make the random Christian the hero. We Make the millionaire or the billionaire, who has long hoarded his wealth and disdained Jesus’ call to sell it all, a hero and an emblem of goodness still left in society. Random acts of kindness, leaving most alone to face the harshness. Haphazard. The same Bareilles song articulates the hope for kindness to meet these desperate ones who flee the belly of the beast. She writes, “So say the Lord’s prayer twice, hold your babies tight / surely someone will reach out a hand / and show you a safe place to land.” While the beauty of her lyric captures my compassion and the impulses Christ demonstrated amongst the needy, I doubt I shall be satisfied until Amos’ vision comes true, in this life or the next. Because randomly applied kindness to masses of needy is its own type of terrorism. This was clear in the Tattooist. I’m tired of settling for unjust systems and structures. I am tired of applauding little acts in the absence of real reform. I want kindness. But I also want a reordered and restructured society. I want institutions and systems to produce kindness as predictably as a gumball machine produces its fare. Consequently, I am unimpressed with Ellen and her ilk. While she is an expert at the feel-good moment and while it is good for ratings, she and her random generosity do not change society. They only perpetuate it. A society of randomness, inequality, and haphazardness that praises millionaires for their random beneficence only increases my advent longings. These only increase my stubborn attach- ment to Amos’ vision of a remade society. God at the center, and justice and righteousness flowing down as predictably as a spring-fed mountain stream. Come! Lord Jesus, come! CALVARY IN ACTION! February: This year, with our Legacy Tithe designations, we chose to support two leaders at $10,000 each, contributing $20,000 to CrossPurpose in 2020. CrossPurpose just graduated their largest class at 37 people! 87% of grads were making less than 16k per year prior to entering into CrossPurpose. 713 people out of poverty since program inception. March: The three programs supported by One Great Hour of Sharing - Presbyterian Disaster Assis- tance, the Presbyterian Hunger Program, and Self-Development of People - all work in different ways to serve individuals and communities in need. From initial disaster response to ongoing community development, their work fits together to provide people with safety, sustenance, and hope. FIAT: Have you signed up to help? Calvary’s Faith-In-Action-Team February donation Item: Canned Fruit From Joyce Neufeld, the Executive Director of CM “Thank you so much for your generous donation to us. Your belief in what we do is so encouraging. We look forward to continuing working with you in 2020.” Habitat for Humanity - Habitat for Humanity has contacted Calvary to ask for help with snacks for the college students that will be coming to Denver in March to help on the job sites. There will be a container out- side the chapel for the next two or three Sundays for you to put in whatever nourishing snacks you wish. Last day for giving will be Feb. 29th. She suggested purchased and sealed pro- tein bars or other nourishing fun things for them to eat--they work hard and they are growing children, no matter how old they are. When I know the date to take them to Habitat office, I will gather up what you have donated and take them there. I have enjoyed working with Habitat for many years and am glad we can still participate in this way to help their cause. Thank you for your help. -Nancy Fischer 2020 Care Circles Deacon: Larry Knott Deacon: Katherine Huff 303-501-4607 [email protected] 303-717-7052 [email protected] 1. Bruce and Lorraine Ackley 1. Heather, Adam, Rylan, Milo Hector 2. Anne Baldridge 2. Larry Knott 3. Paul and Vicki Batzel 3. Dean Larson 4. Mike, Katie, Noah, and Adam Caskey 4. Alison and Jaydn Lewis 5. Julie Hemphill, CJ, Anna 5. Ruth Lewis 6. Holly Hoxeng 6. Ruby and Phil Maenpa 7. Pam O’Connor 7. Jennifer, David, Elliott, Annie, Jack Milstead Deacon: Paul Batzel 303-369-9767 [email protected] Deacon: Nancy Ulrich 1. Adrienne and David Cooper 303-393-6399 [email protected] 2.

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