Archive for September, 2016

If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us.

“If we confess our sins, he who is faithful and just will forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.”

— 1 John 1:8-9


I was pleased to see that this week’s Lectionary readings have included one of my favorite scriptures, which is found an Old Testament book which is by no means one of my O.T. favorites.

Lamentations is largely a gloom-and-doom book, probably written by that gloomy and fiery prophet Jeremiah. Whoever wrote it was a witness to the destruction of Jerusalem and the Temple, and the very way of life of God’s people.

Those people had angered God by turning away from God with all their breaking of God’s laws, and God definitely showed his displeasure with them, as we see in Lamentations.

However . . . as rough and tough as God appears to be in so much of the Old Testament, the Lord’s love, mercy and grace shine through all that raw material, time and again.

So it shines in this reading from Lamentations (with my italics for emphasis):

    The thought of my affliction and my homelessness
    is wormwood and gall!

    My soul continually thinks of it
    and is bowed down within me.

    But this I call to mind,
    and therefore I have hope:

    The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
    his mercies never come to an end;

    they are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.

    “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
    “therefore I will hope in him.”

    The Lord is good to those who wait for him,
    to the soul that seeks him.

    It is good that one should wait quietly
    for the salvation of the Lord.

    — Lamentations 3: 19-26 (NRSV)

The love of God never ends.

God’s mercies are new every day.

Our Lord’s faithfulness is great.

Our Lord is good to those who wait for him.

It’s good to be still, be quiet, and wait for the salvation of the Lord.

What a beautiful, pastoral word for such graceless and merciless times as these.

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So the thoughts for the day are:

Are you now, or have you ever been, in need of mercy and forgiveness from anyone anyone for something you said or did?

(My guess is yes, that’s a stupid question–of course you have.)

Have you ever asked anyone to forgive you for something?

(If that olive leaf was rejected, how did that make you feel? Could you have handled the rejection in a more spiritually mature way? If you were forgiven, how did that feel?)

Are you thankful that God is so full of love and forgiveness that his/her mercies are new every day?

And, don’t you think you should be?

For if we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves.

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Philip Yancey, prolific Christian author and contributor to Christianity Today (which Billy Graham started back in the day), wonders how evangelicals can support angry Donald Trump.

Philip Yancey, prolific Christian author and contributor to Christianity Today (which Billy Graham started back in the day), wonders how evangelicals can support the gentleman(?) from New York.

I’m trying to refrain from comment (or too much) on the political front between now and Nov. 8, but this kind of playground behavior and language from a supposed “man” just flies all over me:

Little thin-skinned Donald Trump called into Fox & Friends this morning, mightily upset that Hillary Clinton had the gall to mention in last night’s debate that he once called a Miss Universe winner “Miss Piggy” and “Miss Housekeeper,” the latter “title” being an obvious swipe at the beauty queen’s Latina heritage.

Trump’s (amazing) defense on Fox this morning was this:

    “She gained a massive amount of weight, and it was a real problem. We had a real problem. Not only that, her attitude.”

Which is sort of like saying, “She was the worst piece of meat I ever owned.”

Of all the issues and of all the problems we have in this country and this world, the man who would be the leader of the free world is upset this morning about his right to denigrate “fat” women.

How about some anger management.

Anger Management needed.

Every time I watch this “gentleman from New York, I can’t help but believe he needs some anger management.

It’s not as if a man who is so smart that he doesn’t pay taxes can’t afford psychological help. (He actually acknowledged in the debate that he doesn’t render unto Caesar, and boasted that his tax evasion makes him “smart,” and then denied what we suckers who render unto Caesar all heard him say.)

I’m sorry, but how it is that so many Christians can make excuse after excuse after excuse for this “man” is beyond me. (Although, I don’t consider him a real “man” in the least, as I’ve noted before. See here.)

Since this insecure little man Mr. Trump emerged as a candidate last year, I’ve been as concerned about the future of American Christianity as I am about the future of America, period.

What does it profit an evangelical if he or she is willing to sell the soul.

I do thank God that a number of conservative evangelical leaders, like Russell Moore of the Southern Baptist Convention and the great evangelical author Max Lucado, have had the courage to speak out in the wilderness about Trump’s lack of anything remotely resembling Christian values and sensibilities.

We can now add the longtime writer for the evangelical magazine Christianity Today, Philip Yancey, to the chorus of Christians speaking out against Christian support for Trump.

“I am staggered that so many conservative or evangelical Christians would see a man who is a bully, who made his money by casinos, who has had several wives and several affairs… That they would somehow paint him as a hero, as someone that we could stand behind,” Yancey said in an interview.

“I will just say it out loud. I can understand why maybe you choose these policies that you support, but to choose a person who stands against everything that Christianity believes as the hero, the representative, one that we get behind enthusiastically is not something that I understand at all.

“And frankly, I think the church in the United States, the more it embeds with politics… Europeans understand where that goes. When the church and the state are seen like this [joins hands], and then the state proves what it is — a flawed and sometimes corrupt system — then the church is judged by this, and rejected. There are countries in Europe where the church is set back for decades and decades, because they have been stained by how they sold their soul for power, I would say.”

(More from Yancey here).

Amen to that and Happy Holidays, ya’ll.

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This we know: a white police officer gunned down an unarmed black man on the streets and is facing a manslaughter charge.

The video evidence is so clear that the officer should be denied a fair trial and sent straight to prison to serve a maximum sentence, right?

I mean, if there were any justice in this country, she’d be serving hard time already, right?

The officer clearly gunned him down so she's guilty and ought to go straight to prison, right?

The officer clearly gunned him down so she’s guilty and ought to go straight to prison, right?

Look, I can certainly understand the Terence Crutcher family’s pain and outrage in the Tulsa shooting. I can’t imagine the pain they’re feeling. It’s a god-awful disturbing case.

But I’m also disturbed by the position of the family, and so many others, at this stage in the judicial process, that even though an indictment is good and fine and they’re happy about that, the family has said they want a conviction and aren’t going to settle for anything less.

Whoa. That translates to, “We demand a conviction and the constitution be damned.” There’s also an implied threat in there. We want a conviction or else—what?

I’m sure constitutional rights aren’t on their radar screen in all that excruciating emotion they’re processing.

But us looking on this from the outside without the fog of personal anguish, I’ll say this:

In my journalism career I covered more heinous, outrageous murder and capital murder trials, from start to finish, than I care to remember.

I learned early on that no matter the seeming amount of “mountains of evidence” or “clear-cut evidence of guilt” there appears to be, things aren’t always what they seem once a case with its many and very many details, large and small to tiny, are scrutinized in a courtroom.

There’s always this stuff called “mitigating evidence.”

I’ve also seen a lot of accused and indicted people (mostly people of color for sure) get railroaded by overzealous cops and prosecutors who are more like persecutors.

We all know that ours is a most imperfect judicial system that hasn’t always worked well for minorities and the poor folks who can’t afford the best defense attorneys. But we also know, or should, that it beats every alternative to justice by miles.

I see people in Belize every day who are charged with crimes in a day’s time who go directly to the national prison before sundown and wait months upon many months before going to trial with precious little defense–unless they happen to be a rich Belizean.

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Anyway, I don’t care how “clear-cut” the video evidence in Tulsa appears to be, the officer who has been charged has a lot of pesky constitutional rights: the presumption of innocence (above all) and the right to a FAIR trial, for example.

That would be the same rights the Crutcher family and all of us have.

(And don’t think because you’re an honest, upstanding American citizen who would never commit a felony in a million years that you would never in a million years be charged with a heinous crime and need those constitutional rights. I once covered a case in which an upright white, conservative citizen was charged in a case of mistaken identity by two “eyewitnesses” and some flimsy backup evidence before the real criminal was caught. The innocent guy’s life was ruined for years even though he was freed before he went to trial.)

The officer in Tulsa may or may not be innocent of the charges, and I’m tempted to say she’s probably guilty as charged, but I can’t.

She needs to be tried by a fair and impartial jury of her peers, not by public pressure and “runaway-train justice.”

As for the case of an African American in Charlotte being gunned down–that case is about as clear-cut at this point as a mud fence.

To paraphrase a scripture, “Let justice (with fairness) roll down.”

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I mentioned a few posts ago that I had what I’ve come to call “my orphan book” ready for immediate publication before the publisher went belly up, leaving me in the lurch.

My wayward little book's Table of Contents. It was ready for print and then . . . lo God laughed at my plans.

My wayward little book’s Table of Contents. It was ready for print and then . . . lo God laughed at my plans.

I’m hoping to salvage the manuscript and get it “self published” by WestBow, a Christian book company that requires fees paid up front to publish and market books.

See WestBow link here.

I’ve set up a GoFundMe account in hopes of salvaging the book in a somewhat timely fashion, since it cites some facts and figures that do have a certain amount of timeliness.

Self publishing allows me the chance to get the manuscript printed and ready for publishing in a relatively short time while it’s fresh.

The book–The View from Poordom: Reflections on Scriptures Addressing Poverty–could possibly be printed up and ready for sale before the end of the year.

With the GoFund account, I’m now more than halfway to my goal of $1,600 thanks to a little help from my friends.

I’m appealing to you who follow the blog here to consider a donation as I live a very simple life on a very tight budget and, frankly, can’t afford the whole cost for self publishing.

(Somehow a line from that Temptations song from the sixties, “Ain’t to Proud to Beg and You Know It” comes to mind here.)

However . . . I will be contributing no less than $400 out of my pocket, maybe more, depending on the final amount of donations. So I am putting up some of my own skin.

All I have to offer donors is an acknowledgment by name on the Acknowledgements Page (except those who wish to remain anonymous as one donor has) and my eternal gratitude.

My GoFundMe account is set up in my name at this link:


Many thanks for your consideration to this appeal. As I’ve said before, the book has been a labor of love for me, and I think could be a good read for spiritual growth or for group discussion and study.

Here’s a sample from the Introduction:

    “And the king will answer them, ‘Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.’”
    Matthew 25:40 (NRSV)

    I’ve never been poor, hungry, or adrift in a sense of hopelessness in my much-blessed life. Yet poverty has always felt personal to me.

    My mother, born a mere fourteen years into the twentieth century, was abandoned as a child—along with her sister, brother, and mother—by her father. This traumatic event occurred in a dusty, rough-and-tumble Texas town, when times were hard and life was especially punishing for a barely educated single mother like my grandmother. To escape the hardship of life on her father’s farm, she got married and had a baby when she was sixteen years old. As was common at that time, her father wanted as many children as he could get for farm labor.

    My mother knew first-hand what it was like to be sleep-deprived and exhausted from hunger and malnutrition. She always said that just as bad as the constant hunger and weariness was the indignity of begging for leftovers at back doors of townspeople at mealtimes. After all, other kids from her school were at those dinner tables, and kids can be hard on each other. The town’s well-to-do kids, at least in her experience growing up, were especially hard on the poor kids who had ragged clothes and pinching-tight shoes with holes in the soles.

It was my mother who told me when I asked about her upbringing: “We were pretty far down in Poordom for a while.”

“Poordom”–I always thought there was a book to be writ from that word and I finally wrote it.

Here’s another sample, the opening of Chapter 1.

    1. Poverty: A Synonym for Suffering

    SCRIPTURE: John 5:1–18 (NRSV)
    KEY VERSES: (2–9) “Now in Jerusalem by the Sheep Gate there is a pool, called in Hebrew Beth-zatha, which has five porticoes. In these lay many invalids—blind, lame, and paralyzed. One man was there who had been ill for thirty-eight years. When Jesus saw him lying there and knew that he had been there a long time, he said to him, ‘Do you want to be made well?’ The sick man answered him, ‘Sir, I have no one to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up; and while I am making my way, someone else steps down ahead of me.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Stand up, take your mat and walk.’ At once the man was made well, and he took up his mat and began to walk.”

    An American friend of mine asked me the other day to pray for a couple who lost their beloved dog to cancer. She mentioned that this very poor couple never had the money to take the pet to a vet. It had to be heartbreaking for them to watch the dog suffer, and of course it’s a tragic thing that the dog himself suffered. Anybody who has ever had a pet knows that animals can be family, too. But so it goes when one lives in Poordom.
    The poor face struggles and losses that we who are well-to-do never think about. The lack of money for vet care, for example, is something that never crossed my mind until my friend back home mentioned that poor couple’s loss of their pet to cancer.

    * * *
    Years ago, the makers of a best-selling beer premiered a long-running TV commercial during the Super Bowl. The ad opened with an overweight (wouldn’t you know it) character sitting alone in the bleachers of a football stadium, crying into his large cup of beer. This set the scene for the announcer to explain that the poor football fan was “suffering” because his beer lacked flavor. The ad ended, of course, with the poor “victim” of bland beer relishing the taste of the advertised brand and being relieved—praise God, America!—of his “suffering.”

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This is grossly misleading, not to mention distasteful tweet put out by Donald Trump Jr.

This is grossly misleading, not to mention distasteful tweet put out by Donald Trump Jr.

Dear super-rich, super-privileged Donald Trump Jr.:

I’m still reeling from a, uh, tasteless tweet you published comparing Syrian refugees to Skittles, the candy.

In addition to being tasteless and dehumanizing, the tweet is so much misleading propaganda and fear-mongering.

A report released just last week by the Cato Institute found that an American’s chances of being killed by a refugee in a terrorist attack in any given year are 1 in 3.64 billion–Billion with a “B,” as in Billionaire. (America’s murder rate — at 4.5 per 100,000 capita — is about 163,800 times higher, but that’s another issue for another day.)

But that’s the least distasteful thing about your tweet to me as a Christian.

If you and your Dad and other family “surrogates” have some kind of rational, viable idea as to what to do about these millions of oppressed refugees–including the many and very many parents whose children have died in desperate attempts to find refuge from sure death back where they came from–that would be good.

These are children (not Skittles)  who surviv

These are children, not Skittles.

Meanwhile, I pray that you and your family will come to understand how irresponsible and reckless you and your family are with all the demeaning, denigrating, dehumanizing and yes, “deplorable” ways you speak of so many masses of vulnerable people in the U.S. and around the world.

I pray that you will venture out of the secure, insular, Trump Tower bubble world that you and the family have lived in your whole lives and venture into places like refugee camps–places where you could get a firsthand look at some of the suffering that goes on in the world.

Places where you could engage “refugees on the ground” for days, long enough to see the anguish and hear the stories of people in this broken world who, like you, love their families and want the best for them.

This could be an informative and enlightening venture that might shake up your entire world view, which is obviously quite narrow. Places like refugee camps have never been part of the Trump Empire’s orbit.

In Christian language, such ventures are referred to as “getting out of your comfort zone.” Venturing into another, less comfortable zone than that to which you’re accustomed builds empathy and compassion and intellectual growth to-boot.

I pray that you will stop and think before you denigrate or demean one more person in this serious world with some silly “tweet” that adds nothing to serious political and social discourse–language that is long on crushing negativity and short on seeking solutions to so many problems and so much suffering.

The denigrating, desensitizing and extremely un-Christian language that you and your Dad use endlessly, even as you surround yourself with people purporting to be Christian leaders, is helping nobody and nothing in this serious and needy world.

I pray that you will see the light and be as the light.

I pray that you will practice grace and resurrection and speak of human beings in positive, uplifting language to a hurting world from the high-profile pulpit you’re privileged to speak from.

Grace & peace

*A personal note to readers: As I mentioned in a recent post, I’m trying to raise funds to self-publish my book, The View from Poordom: Reflections on Scriptures Addressing Poverty. The book was supposed to be in print and e-book form in the market by now but was pulled at the last minute when my publishing company went belly up. I’m hoping to get it published by WestBow, a quality Christian publishing company, before the year is over. I cite facts and figures that are somewhat timely and hope to get the book out while those facts and figures are fresh.

I have a GoFundMe account here and ask that readers please consider a donation. Donors will be acknowledged in the Acknowledgements Page: https://www.gofundme.com/2p7pu4c?ssid=744707487&pos=1

Many thanks, my readers!

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“Blessed are the peacemakers,” said Jesus.

And Jesus, by the way, is “The Prince of Peace,” not “The Prince of War and Violence.”

I’m for peace — and it with justice.14344757_10153969834098366_8717872220366795063_n

But justice doesn’t entail revenge. Justice doesn’t entail torture, or strapping even the most revolting killer on a gurney in the shape of a cross and killing him with toxic drugs, or bombing enemies back to the Stone Age and letting God “sort em out.”

That’s not the peace of Jesus we find in the gospels, although you wouldn’t know it to hear so many puffed up, self-appointed, or media-appointed American “Christian leaders” making so much noise in the political arena.

(Who elected all these Christian “leaders” who get so much face time on the news? I didn’t vote for them and they certainly don’t speak for me and I, for one, am not about to follow their lead in politics or anything else.)

Retribution/revenge is not the peace of Jesus in the gospels and it’s not the peace of the Apostolic Christians (i.e., Peter, Paul and all the leaders of the Christian “Way” who developed the church).

We bring peace to everyone around us when we have peace in our hearts, thereby bringing much-needed peace into this broken and violent world of broken and violent hearted people (and that includes you and me), all in need of the healing powers of God’s love, extravagant grace and tender mercies.

Of all the people who want peace and justice to prevail in our country and the world, we can and should be carrying the torch for peace, not the torch of violence.

As we say in my church, “Let’s now pass the peace.”

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Because there’s no news except whatever “news” is generated by the hyper-cynical manipulator running for President, a sizable portion of the beautiful state of “Sweet Home Alabama” has been trashed because of a pipeline bust.

In other news: Alabama and Georgia have an emergency on their hands due to a ruptured pipeline. The trashing of God's good, green earth is so normal that we hardly notice--unless it's in our county or state.

In other news: Alabama and Georgia have an emergency on their hands due to a ruptured pipeline.

(More on the story here–with a video of a concerned homeowner near the Cahaba River.)

The leak of hundreds of thousands of gallons of refined gasoline in Shelby County is expected to drive up fuel prices across the Southeast and cause fuel shortages.

About 500 first responders trying to deal with this environmental disaster are putting their health and safety at risk in the cleanup.

Somewhere in North Dakota a lot of Native Americans are following the news out of Alabama and going, “Hmmmm. Isn’t that interesting?”

God created the heavens and earth and declared that it was good–good enough to provide for all the needs of humankind.

Yet the trashing of God’s green earth is so normal that it hardly makes news or alarms anybody into pursuing alternatives to fossil fuel with any sense of urgency.

God’s creation is being “crucified” and the Earth calls out for emergency care–emergency energy alternatives, that is. Yet it’s easier to sloganize with “drill baby drill!” sound bites–and hope it doesn’t happen in your back yard.

I don’t pretend to know all the answers to all these environmental disasters of our making.

I just know the daily disasters around the big, wide world aren’t the making of God. (Oh look–another one in Florida!)

Air and water pollution and climate change are political and social issues, but I see them primarily as spiritual issues.

When we mess with Mother Earth, we’re messing with God.

It seems to me that Christians and churches and people of faith traditions, of all people, should be verily demanding we do something. (That said, God bless Pope Francis for his leadership in keeping “mercy for the environment” movement in the news worldwide.)

It behooves us and our children and their children’s children to start showing God’s creation some serious mercy.

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I remember what my Daddy, said to my Ma when he got on a Highball train,

Wake me up early, be good to my dogs, and teach my children ta sang.

— John Anderson

You’re welcome, Old School Country nerds

If every picture tells a story, this is the story of simple living and contentment.

If every picture tells a story, this is the story of simple living and contentment, complete with a dog.

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Greet all the brothers and sisters with a holy kiss.”

— From Saint Paul’s first letter to the Thessalonians

One of the scriptures from Lectionary reading of 1 Thessalonians that I came across(see here) got my attention this morning for two reasons:

For one thing, it’s so very instructive of what Christian living is about.

Amen to that, Brothers and Sisters!

Amen to that, Brothers and Sisters!

Paul instructs the Thessalonians, one of his favorite communities, to warn those who are disorderly, comfort the discouraged, help the weak, be patient, rejoice always, keep praying, and so on . . . .

It’s such simple, straightforward language that you don’t have to do any “unpacking” of it to get the meaning.

Secondly, it jumped out at me today because Paul addresses his readers in this epistle and others as “Brothers and Sisters.”

The early Christians were family and addressed one another accordingly.

Some churches still do, but it’s not as common as it was in Protestant churches even in my growing-up years.

I like old-time churches where congregants still use that kind of family language, where a church member will address another member as “Brother Paul” or “Sister” Paula.

Here’s the aforementioned scripture on how to be a good Christian from 1 Thessalonians 5:12-22 (Common English Bible translation).

    “Brothers and sisters, we ask you to respect those who are working with you, leading you, and instructing you. Think of them highly with love because of their work. Live in peace with each other.

    “Brothers and sisters, we urge you to warn those who are disorderly.

    “Comfort the discouraged. Help the weak. Be patient with everyone.

    “Make sure no one repays a wrong with a wrong, but always pursue the good for each other and everyone else.

    “Rejoice always. Pray continually.

    “Give thanks in every situation because this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.

    “Don’t suppress the Spirit. Don’t brush off Spirit-inspired messages, but examine everything carefully and hang on to what is good.

    “Avoid every kind of evil.”

Chapter 5 concludes, by the way, with Paul giving this intimate instruction:

    Brothers and sisters, pray for us. Greet all the brothers and sisters with a holy kiss.

    By the Lord’s authority, I order all of you to have this letter read aloud to all the brothers and sisters.

    The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with all of you.

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I’ve never been poor, hungry, or adrift in a sense of hopelessness in my entire, blessed life. Yet poverty has always felt personal to me.”

— Opening paragraph from that wayward book I wrote, The View from Poordom: Reflections on Scriptures Addressing Poverty.

Her Greatness Annie Dillard said:

“Some days it feels like all the forces of the universe are arrayed against us.”

That’s how I felt a couple of weeks ago when my book on poverty, which I recently announced was due for almost immediate publication, went kaput–along with the publishing company that was to print it.

From where I sit, the company picked a most unfortunate time to cut its losses by going out of business.

My wayward little book's Table of Contents. It was ready for print and then . . . lo . . .  God laughed at my plans.

My wayward little book’s Table of Contents. It was ready for print and then . . . lo, God laughed at my plans.

I was planning to be in Texas by now, promoting the book’s concise, 103 pages of personalized reflections on God’s aversion to poverty and our Lord’s commands that we remember the poor.

I was planning to announce any day here, and on social media, that the book was now available on Amazon, Barnes & Nobles, and the usual means, in both print and e-book editions.

I was prepared to promote it with frequent excerpts here, as well as with hosannas it’s received from two prominent seminary professors who’ve read it and endorsed it, one at SMU’s Perkins School of Theology and another at Garrett-Evangelical Theological Seminary (Northwestern University).

I was preparing to line up book signings and talks to Texas churches and related faith groups about the book and its value as a study-and-discussion guide.

Then came the email informing me that the publisher was going out of business, immediately, leaving me at the goal line with no way to cross over and score publication.

I think I went through about seven stages of disappointment–including a day or two of irrational bitterness and anger.

Even for the most spiritually mature Christian, reactionary reactions can bubble up. I’ve grown enough in my spiritual walk over the years, though, that I refuse to stay stuck in any kind of negative, stewing, emotional funk–especially a stew that tastes of bitterness.

Business failures happen. That’s how business goes. I can accept that, and my being angry or bitter about a business over which I have no control won’t change anything. It certainly won’t enhance my health and well being.

And yet . . . when you come oh-so-close to attaining a goal you worked so hard to accomplish, only to have such a setback: it felt for a few days like “all the forces of the universe” had conspired against poor, pitiful me.

A big disappointment genuinely aches.

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Well, I’m not ready to declare The View from Poordom dead yet, in spite of two prompt, terse rejections from traditional Christian book publishers I promptly sent out. Breaking into the book world isn’t easy in a day and time when publishers are hard pressed financially and are extremely selective about what they publish.

And then there’s this: a book about the theology of poverty, from a first-time author, ain’t exactly the kind that’ll fly off the shelves–especially in a day and age when book shelves are loaded with the likes of Joel Olsteen’s happy-face, feel-good, “prosperity theology.”

It’s not as if I wrote such a book for fame or fortune anyway. If I were in it for that, I’d sell my soul to the Devil and write Why God Wants You to be Filthy Rich & Pretty!”

I wrote it because as one called to pastoral-care ministry to care for, and advocate for, people laid low by the grief of illness, injury, poverty, homelessness, or injustice in all its oppressive forms, I have something to say about the theology of poverty.

As a writer as well as a pastor, I want what I have to say to be read, if only by 100 or 500 people (though 15,000 would be OK), who might be challenged, inspired, motivated, or illuminated by my thought on God’s (many!) biblical commands that we love the poor and marginalized and affirm their dignity.

And so, because the book addresses a number of timely topics related to all the bashing and scapegoating of the poor that I see among even Christians today,* I’ve decided to raise funds to get the it printed and marketed by a high-quality self publishing house (WestBow Publishers). It’s a reputable publisher that can get the print-ready manuscript into circulation pronto. (**See below.)

As much as I hate raising money for self purposes, which I’ve never done before now, I’m hoping to raise funds from individual and/or church or faith-group benefactors to give me donations to defray at least some of the $2,000 expense I need to self publish.

That’s not the kind of cash I have sitting around. In return for a donation of at least $25, the best I can give back is an acknowledgement on the Acknowledgements Page and my eternal gratitude.

Contact me at revpaulmckay@gmail.com if you’re interested in helping me get this book I believe in so strongly into the market.

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And now I’ll leave you with a thought or two more about processing disappointments, which find us all in life.

1) It helped in my processing this particular disappointment that I routinely start out every day of my life reading “A General Thanksgiving”– the wonderful prayer in The Book of Common Prayer.

It reads in part:

    We thank you for setting us at tasks which demand our best
    efforts, and for leading us to accomplishments which satisfy
    and delight us.

    We thank you also for those disappointments and failures
    that lead us to acknowledge our dependence on you alone.

So I thank God even for this disappointment that led me “to acknowledge (my) dependence on God alone.”

2) And then there’s this . . .

Whatever disappointment I’ve had is small compared to all the disappointments and heartaches that the poor and homeless and powerless among us deal with day in and day out as they struggle to survive in today’s Hard Times.

I thank God every day for the privilege of walking with the poor, pushing for the poor, affirming the dignity of the poor, and loving the poor as our Lord did. Check out


*Two clergy friends of mine who’ve self published books through WestBow reached sizable numbers of readers and tell me their experience with the publisher was entirely good. Check out their books here . . . and also here. . . .
**I note in the Introduction that I wrote this book as an answer to all the bashing and scapegoating of the poor in these hard times.

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