What the Police Chief says…

By Karen Spears Zacharias, February 23, 2012 5:38 am

There is nothing better for a writer like me than to get praise like this from a law enforcement officer who has devoted his life to protecting others….

“I took a copy of A SILENCE OF MOCKINGBIRDS with me to my son’s basketball practice, and did not set it down until I finished it at about 2:00 a.m. My initial reaction is/was WOW! I have never been one to accept those things I cannot change. I am more of the mindset to change those things I cannot accept…I am not naive enough to think that something like this will never happen again…maybe even in my jurisdiction… I currently serve on several boards of organizations whose mission(s) are to serve children and families in crisis. I am more inspired today than ever before…you, Karly and David gave me that gift.”

Stuart Roberts/Chief of Police

And it was this truth that Madeleine L’Engle speaks to that I clung to throughout the writing…

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Ash Wednesday Reflection

By Karen Spears Zacharias, February 22, 2012 10:49 am

 

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And this Ash Wednesday from Madeleine L’Engle:  “I pray for courage to mourn so that I may be strengthened.  There is much to mourn, for we feel grief not only for the physical death of one we love or admire.  I mourn for the loss of dreams and the presence of nightmare…Until I can mourn the loss of a dream I cannot be comforted enough to have vision for a fresh one.”

 

A Prayer:

Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love; according to your abundant mercy blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin! For I know my transgressions, and my sin is ever before me. Against you, you only, have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight, so that you may be justified in your words and blameless in your judgment. Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity, and in sin did my mother conceive me. Behold, you delight in truth in the inward being, and you teach me wisdom in the secret heart. Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones that you have broken rejoice. Hide your face from my sins, and blot out all my iniquities. Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from your presence, and take not your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me with a willing spirit. Then I will teach transgressors your ways, and sinners will return to you. Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, O God of my salvation, and my tongue will sing aloud of your righteousness. O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare your praise. For you will not delight in sacrifice, or I would give it; you will not be pleased with a burnt offering. The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise. Do good to Zion in your good pleasure; build up the walls of Jerusalem; then will you delight in right sacrifices, in burnt offerings and whole burnt offerings; then bulls will be offered on your altar. (Psalm 51 ESV)

A Muslim in the White House: Oh!My!

By Karen Spears Zacharias, February 22, 2012 10:25 am

 

Let’s just say that FOXNews  is right: What if President Obama isn’t really the Christian he professes to be. How would that be headline news? Seriously. I mean how many Christians have you known personally over the years who turned out not to be the Christian they professed to be?

Media, both conservative and liberal, continue to stir the waters over this issue. Appearing on the Morning Joe show on Tuesday, the Rev. Franklin Graham was harangued by a panel of so-called journalists seeking to inflame the political fires.

Do you believe President Obama is a Christian? the panel asked 40-different ways till Sunday.

“I think you have to ask President Obama,” Graham said.

Which, as it turns out, isn’t the answer Graham gave about Rick Santorum or Newt Gingrich. Graham was certain that both Santorum and Newt have accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as their personal Lord and Savior (despite all those divorces of Newt’s). Romney is a Mormon, and thus not, in Graham’s definition, a Christian, but he would still be a good president (implying, of course, a much better than President Obama, that son of Islam).

Was that clear as mud for you?

Yeah. Sadly, that’s the kind of reporting we get these days. Thank you, Cable News
stations. FOXNews basically brow-beat Graham into making all those distinctions, just so MSNBC could then write that cursory headline: Rev. Graham: Obama Son of Islam. A headline that fails to tell the story but certainly goes a long ways toward inciting the masses on both sides of the political spectrum.

Oh. Brother.

It makes a girl like me cry out: “Forgive them, Dear Father, for they know not what utter asses they all are.”

What if the president, any president, were to be a Muslim?

Big flip-flop deal.

So what?

How does that affect you or me personally, other than, perhaps he or she might be able to call on a few Muslim brothers to get these gas prices back under control, which is more than those evangelical oil barons in Texas are doing.

If I live to be a hundred I will never understand the love affair between certain Bible-belt evangelicals and oil. They manage to see an impending rapture in every drum of crude.

Ahhh. Lawdy.

Back to this matter of Obama’s faith. This whole undercurrent of questioning the President’s faith is gussied-up hate talk. It’s nothing more than fear-mongering at its most not-so-subtle.

Let’s be clear about what is really being said: Having a Muslim in office would destroy this country (As if having all those who claim to be evangelicals haven’t done a dandy enough job of it themselves).

Somebody help a girl out here — exactly why should we the American people fear having a Muslim for president?

If Muslims are anything like Christians, and I suspect they are, there are Muslims who treat others thoughtfully and respectfully, and then there are Muslims who whine until they get their own way. (Hellsbells, we got a entire Congress confessing to be Christians who do that now).

How does that change anything?

I’m really trying to wrap my brain around this line of reasoning. Evangelicals can work alongside Muslims every day in some other country but not in this one? We can enjoy the fruits of the Muslim’s innovation in places like Dubai but, God have mercy on us, not in D.C.

I know the fear is that a Muslim president would change public policy. Such a president might reinstate prayer in the schools. (Oh. Wait. Didn’ t the GOP already try that?) A Muslim president might regulate the Internet. (Oh. Wait. Wasn’t that what SOPA was all about?) A Muslim president might restrict our First Amendment Rights. (Oh. Wait. Didn’t the Patriot Act already do that?)

Snap. I can’t seem to get on board with this whole Muslim-bashing bit.

Having a Muslim in office, even this nation’s highest office, doesn’t worry me at all.

What really scares me are the number of people who tune into the Morning Joe team and mistake that sort of shoddy, sensationalized journalism as the Gospel Truth.

 

The Healing: Q & A with Jonathan Odell

By Karen Spears Zacharias, February 21, 2012 3:31 am

 

In Jonathan Odell’s newest release, THE HEALING, Mississippi plantation mistress Amanda Satterfield loses her daughter to cholera. Distraught, Amanda steals a newborn from one of her slaves and renames the baby Granada. Troubled by his wife’s declining mental state, Master Satterfield purchases Polly Shine, a slave reputed to be a healer. But Polly’s sharp tongue and troubling predictions cause unrest across the plantation. Complicating matters further, Polly recognizes “the gift” in Granada, the mistress’s pet, and a domestic battle of wills ensues.  Join author Karen Spears Zacharias as she discusses THE HEALING with novelist Jonathan Odell.

KAREN: How did the story of THE HEALING first present itself to you?

JONATHAN: While doing research for my first novel, which included interviewing hundreds of older black Mississippians, I kept hearing stories about the old-timey midwife and how crucial she was to the community. People held her memory in great reverence. When I delved into the history of the black Southern midwife, I found a thread that led all the way back to Africa, before the slave trade. And later, the traditions of midwifery sustained the community during the grim days of slavery and Jim Crow. It was also a source of pride and identity through generations of African Americans, before being supplanted by the white medical establishment.

Secondly, while doing research on black midwives, I discovered that my great-grand mother was a midwife, and was responsible for the death of her stepdaughter, my father’s mother, through a botched abortion. My dad did not learn about this until he was in his 70’s. He had been raised by his grandmother midwife, but never knew about the hand she played in his mother’s death. This intrigued me. What was it like for that woman to raise the child of the woman she was responsible for killing?

KAREN:  What intimidated you about the telling of this story?

JONATHAN: A black friend, upon finding out that I was writing a book with black characters, admonished me, “Don’t you dare write another TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD!” I was shocked. I told him I loved that book. He said, “Most white-folks do.” He said it gave white folks the chance to feel good about some white savior rescuing a poor, pitiful black man. It didn’t threaten white superiority. He told me he did not want his children to read one more book about the downtrodden, helpless black victim who needed saving by the white man. He encouraged me to come up with a black hero who didn’t need saving.

That was the challenge I took on with writing THE HEALING. Of all the kind reviews I’ve had on this book so far, I think the comment I’m most proud of came from a Goodreads’ reviewer. She said, “‎I loved that this was a story about the black person’s experience that did not have a good-hearted white person come to the rescue and resolve all the problems.”

I wish I could put that on the dust jacket!

I’m also thrilled that several colleges have already decided to use THE HEALING in their African American classes. One nursing university will be using it with all their students.

KAREN: Did you have any misconceptions that you had to overcome in order to write THE HEALING?

JONATHAN: I was raised on the myth that “granny” midwives were dirty, ignorant and superstitious. I was shocked, and then later angered, to find out that I was the victim of a campaign orchestrated by state legislatures and the medical establishment beginning in the 1930’s to discredit the midwife. With the advent of public health services, these midwives stood in the way of centralizing control within white institutions. I was dumbfounded when I read in the American Journal of Public Health that the infant mortality rates among the midwives were half that of the white doctors who replaced them. Of course that makes sense! These women were culturally, psychologically and spiritually in tune with the patient and the community, in a way an outsider could never be. Their practices are being resurrected by birthing professionals today.  Many of the herbs are now packaged and sold by pharmaceutical companies. When I discovered this, I knew I needed to investigate this story before it was forgotten. I had hit upon a narrative of heroism that was not dependent upon white initiative, pity or benevolence. It stood on its own.

KAREN: How did you go about conducting the research for THE HEALING?

JONATHAN: There’s an old joke that goes, “I love writing. It’s the paperwork I hate.” That’s true for me. I would rather research than write, to track down the truth through the annals of history. I interviewed surviving midwives, many in their 80’s and 90’s along with their families and community members, the children they had birthed and mothers they had treated.  I spent hours in college oral history departments. Scoured the records in the basements of county courthouses. Studied the WPA slave narratives. And subjected my own family to merciless inquisitions! I found and interviewed white Mississippi families who still lived on plantations that their ancestors used to drive slaves on. I stumbled upon one surprise after another.

I remember interviewing one very old, ailing partially paralyzed white man who still lived in the antebellum plantation house, long after his family had lost the land. While we visited he was being spoon-fed by a black woman who must have been as ancient as he. Between sips, he told me that his great-great-great grandfather had cleared the Delta swamps with his own hands. And the great-great-great grandmother of the black woman who sat next to him was his ancestor’s slave, and the first of many generations of plantation cooks. Some things in the South you just can’t explain.

KAREN: Why do you think so many white southern writers are compelled to tell the stories of blacks?

JONATHAN: I’m probably in the minority of white Southerners who believe this, but I think that black history fashions the white world as much, if not more, than the other way around. Robert Farris Thompson, who was a Yale art historian, said, “To be white in America is to be very black. If you don’t know how black you are, you don’t know how American you are.”

I’m fascinated with the ways in which I have been shaped, unconsciously, by a black America, even though their story has been mostly silenced, or made subservient to the white story. That’s what I told African Americans when I asked to interview them. I told them the history that I was given as a white man was bogus, embellished to make me feel good about myself. That I had a strong suspicion that their stories helped make me who I am. I believed that by discovering the texture of their lives and history, I would better understand the gaps in mine. I believe that’s what white Southern writers are attempting to do. We know there is a tear in the fabric of our narrative and it has to do with the physical closeness yet psychological distance we had with black folks. Most of us are very clumsy when we go about trying to knit-up that tear, but we are called to heal that wound nevertheless.

KAREN: That scene where Mistress Amanda demands that Ella give over her infant child is so disturbing, I felt such grief for Ella. Later I realized I had felt no sympathy for Miss Amanda, even though it was grief over losing her own daughter that propelled her to take Ella’s daughter from her. What did you fear most in writing that scene?

JONATHAN: There was so much happening in that scene. The mistress’s tragedy, the slave mother’s tragedy, the tragedy of the cook who is forced to look on, the ultimate tragedy of the child, the vital but fragile nature of motherhood, of belonging, of not having a say in the world that you are forced to inhabit. Everyone in that scene was a victim, each tugging at what sense of power and choice they could muster in their white, male dominated world. I wanted to keep the complexity, without it overwhelming the reader. More than anything, I didn’t want it to be a simple villain-victim scene, where good and bad are clearly delineated. Like Simon Legree beating the good-hearted slave. Life is messy, and to some degree we are all making what we think are the best choices with the amount of power that we have. And those choices have an adverse impact, sometimes devastatingly so, on others. I did not want this scene, or the book, to be a simplistic morality play, with clear-cut, 2-dimensional characters. Unalloyed saints, victims and villains make for boring reading.

KAREN: Issues of race have long been a point of advocacy for you. Who was that person, or what was that moment when you were first able to see others the way Polly talks to Granada about – the magic is in the seeing.

JONATHAN: I used to sell books door-to-door in college. I did it as a way of overcoming my shyness and a tendency to stutter. The sales company would send students to live on the other side of the country to make money or to starve. One of the publications they gave me to sell was the Ebony Pictorial History of Black America. This was in 1971 and it was the first complete history of African Americans to be mass marketed. That summer, in the face of threats from the local Klan, I asked over 1000 black families to allow me into their homes to give my sales pitch. I want to be clear.  I did this for money, not from a sense of social justice. But something I had not bargained for happened to me.

So there I was, a Mississippi white boy, gathering up the whole family into the living room, showing them this amazing set of books, with stories not just of black athletes and musicians, but of generals and war heroes, scientists and doctors and politicians, inventors and business tycoons. What happened in those moments not only changed their lives, but it changed mine. The kids’ reactions, as well as the parents, was pure awe and wonderment. They had never heard of these people before. At first, I thought, “Well how illiterate! They don’t even know their own history!”

But then it hit me. Their history had been a victim to my history. Both couldn’t stand. These stories of heroism couldn’t exist in the same book as my stories of white superiority. I understood that they as well as I had been wounded by a one-sided, white-washed story. I understood to some degree, that the story I believe about myself determines not only the way I see myself, but the way I see others, the way I see the world. Those kids were deprived of their story to keep them invisible, to keep my story safe. In those moments of wonder, I actually “saw” them and I remember feeling what now I can only describe as a kind of grief, grieving the cost to our souls for having been sold a false narrative, a false sense of self. I learned that the repression of story can scar the soul. I learned that if you want to destroy a people, destroy their story. If you want to empower a people, give them the undisguised truth of their common story.

KAREN: Polly pares God down to one primary characteristic – God as Creator. “In the beginning, God created,” Polly says. “That’s all anybody ever needs to know about God.” There seems to be a lot of Native American theology packed into Polly’s view of God, including, as Gran Gran states later, that people need to be properly grieved into heaven. What informed you as you wrote this theology into Polly and Gran Gran?

JONATHAN: I tried to base as much of the spiritual aspect of Polly’s philosophy on the theology of a tribe in what today is Sierra Leon called the Temne. Many of Polly’s sayings come directly from them. The “feminine” is highly respected among the Temne, as well as the spirits of ancestors and the importance of memory. These aspects, as well as their prayerful relationship to nature, find many parallels among Native American theology. It was through these lenses that Polly understood and interpreted Christianity, and made it a source of empowerment for her people, rather than a tool of subjugation by the whites.

KAREN: Do you know the ending before you begin a book?

JONATHAN: I don’t know much of anything before I begin a book. Only a sense of mystery, something I am motivated to discover. They say to write what you know. I find that poor advice. What I know for sure is boring because there is no mystery left. Dry as dust. The only way I can keep energized, to spend 10 years writing a novel, is to find something I’m drawn to know, that keeps pulling me deeper and deeper into the mystery. When I’m surprised, then I can be sure the reader will be surprised too. If I know what’s coming, then the fun is over, for me and the reader.

KAREN: What are the most common misconceptions people make about you as a writer?

JONATHAN: I think the word “writer” itself is misleading. In the process of creating a novel, the time devoted to the actual motor skill of writing is minimal. Researching, daydreaming, tossing and turning in bed, running away to a different state, driving endless miles to get a feel for geography, interviewing hundreds of people, listening to recordings to catch dialect, these are what consume most of my time as a writer. Also, I don’t write because I have something to say. I write because there is something I want to know.

KAREN: Book clubs will love THE HEALING because of the complexities of the relationships that cross racial and age divides.  Which of these women will you miss most?

JONATHAN: Polly Shine of course. Once she entered the book, she took over. She is the most powerful, mesmerizing, captivating, terrifying person I’ve ever come across. As you notice, I tell the story through Granada’s viewpoint. We learn about Polly by the impact she has on others. I could never enter her head. She would never allow me to write directly from her thoughts. She insisted, even with me as the author, on keeping a certain psychological distance. To know someone completely is in some degree, to control them through expectation. Polly insisted on being set free from that “wheel of predetermination.” She was always surprising me. I miss her because she is still a wonderful mystery, refusing to be solved, and yet bestowing on the reader a rock-solid certainty and confidence like none other.

KAREN: What are you working on next?

JONATHAN: I’m about 100 pages into my next “mystery”. I’m spending time with a couple of fascinating characters, two boys this go-round, one a black kid with albinism and the other a white gay kid. They are thrown together through circumstance. It’s the story again of belonging, which, come to think of it, seems to be a prevalent theme in all my writing. In my case I guess it’s true what they say about writers, no matter how many books they write, they tell the same story. I suppose that’s the overarching mystery that keeps me going, where does one truly belong? I do know the name of the book. The Last Safe Place. Which again, I suppose, testifies to this search for belonging.

 

The Peacemaker President

By Karen Spears Zacharias, February 20, 2012 5:02 pm
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By Shelby Dee

It’s President’s Day today and Honest Abe is peering over my shoulder. Or at least a bronze bust ofhim is. I haven’t asked my boss, but my guess is Lincoln must be his favorite president. I work in alaw office and recently read this quote by Lincoln: “Discourage litigation. Persuade your neighborsto compromise whenever you can. Point out to them how the nominal winner is often a real loser — in fees, expenses, and waste of time. As a peacemaker the lawyer has a superior opportunity ofbeing a good man. There will still be business enough.” These words may be applicable outside thelegal profession. Perhaps we’d all be better off if we encouraged compromise rather than division.


Recent polls place Lincoln as the second most popular president behind Ronald Reagan. Who isyours and why?

This perfect world of ours

By Karen Spears Zacharias, February 19, 2012 6:21 pm

We do not live in a perfect world where everyone agrees and shares the same perspective.

I came across that statement in an essay I read recently, and it got me to wondering: Is that really what a perfect world looks like? A place where we all agree and share the same perspective.

Good Mrs. Murphy, I hope not.

Prison has never appealed to me, mostly because I can’t imagine living in a place where I wear the same thing as everyone else, eat the same food as everyone else, and am confined to the same space as everyone else. I don’t want to live in a care facility for those same reasons.

I quit Brownies in second-grade and ROTC in high school because if there is one thing I am not, it’s a conformist.

I’m not the 60s free-spirit that Jeannie C. Riley was, but I’ve never been one to let others do my thinking for me. That may be why I never did understand that movie The Matrix.

Which leads me to believe that if a perfect world isn’t the place where we all think the same and share the same perspective, maybe we are already living in God’s idea of a perfect world — a place where we get to choose — and we just don’t recognize it.

We don’t recognize choice as God’s notion of perfection.

I could be wrong on this. My background in theology, afterall, was gained in Training Union. So feel free to disagree with me. That’s your choice. (Yep. Smiling.)

But let’s just say I’m right about this, for the sake of argument. Then that makes the criticisms by Rick Santorum about Obama’s theology being phony all that more ludicrous, doesn’t it?

Do you really truly believe that God’s idea of a perfect world is one in which we all think the same? Or is perfection for him simply being in that place where we all choose Him?

 

 

Prayersainity

By Karen Spears Zacharias, February 18, 2012 9:33 am

 

O Raphael, lead us toward those we are waiting for, those who are waiting for us: Raphael, Angel of happy meeting, lead us by the hand toward those we are looking for. May all our movements be guided by your Light and transfigured with your joy.

Angel, guide of Tobias, lay the request we now address to you at the feet of Him on whole unveiled Face you are privileged to gaze. Lonely and tired, crush by the separations and sorrows of life, we feel the need of calling you and of pleading for the protection of your wings, so that we may not be as strangers in the province of joy, all ignorant of the concerns of our country. Remember the weak, you who are strong, you whose home lies beyond the region of thunder, in a land that is always peaceful, always serene and bright with the resplendent glory of God.

Flannery O’Connor quotes this prayer, which she attributes to Ernest Hello, in a letter dated 14 July 1964, less than a month before her death.

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Who will pray for you now that she’s gone?

That was the question I asked the six-hundred or so in attendance at the memorial service for The Redhead.

But it’s a question I think about nearly everyday.

Who prays for me the way she did?

I never feel more alone, more desolate, more overwhelmed than when I move through my days without the benefit of others praying for me.

What about you?

Whose prayers do you miss the most?

Don’t you sometimes wish we would do as so many other faith traditions do and gather at the temple daily for prayer?

Wouldn’t it be something if we started staging praying flash mobs in the halls of Congress, on the National Mall, at university campuses, or Wal-Marts across this land? What if we had prayer gangs? Or prayer parades? Or prayer parties? Wouldn’t it be something if prayer, not porn, dominated the Internet? What if in addition to Linsanity, the nation rallied around Prayersanity?

What about you?

How can I be praying for you this week?

 

 

Praying for Mardi Gras

By Karen Spears Zacharias, February 17, 2012 4:46 pm

The first rule of thumb is to get your facts straight first. You can distort them later as you please, said the beloved Mark Twain.

Mardi Gras didn’t start in New Orleans.

In 1703 the small French colony of Mobile observed the first Mardi Gras.

The first of the mystic societies were formed in the 1830s. It was until 1857, that the Mobile members of the Cowbellian de Rakin Society went to New Orleans, and helped that town form its Mystic Krewe of Comus, to this day New Orleans’ most prestigious Mardi Gras society.

Mardi Gras is not one big parade, nor is it one big weekend celebration. It consists of many forms of festivities. There are parades up and down the Gulf Coast region. New Orleans just happens to be the place that gets that most media attention because lazy journalists have long been drawn to the headless chicken stories. Writing about people acting lewd takes no skill at all. Writing real stories with power takes effort. Lazy journalists would rather go into a community, spend 30 minutes writing about all the ways in which drunk people act stupid, then to spend time it takes to interview somebody who actually knows something.

If you really want to learn something about the history of and the people behind Mardi Gras, you ought to read the reporting of the people who actually live in these communities. People like my friend Roy Hoffman. Roy grew up in Mobile. He’s authored some pretty wonderful books and he writes for the Mobile Press-Register. He wrote this story just a few days ago about Mary & The Mollies. Or read Hoffman’s story on the Man who raised Cain. Or better yet, buy one of Hoffman’s many books. Roy is Jewish, not Catholic, but he writes about the religious holiday with grace, as he does all things.

That’s another fact that has been given over to lazy journalism. Mardi Gras stems from the Catholic traditions of the French. Mardi Gras literally means “Fat Tuesday.”

“The name comes from the tradition of slaughtering and feasting upon a fattened calf on the last day of Carnival. The day is also known as Shrove Tuesday (from “to shrive,” or hear confessions), Pancake Tuesday and fetter Dienstag. The custom of making pancakes comes from the need to use up fat, eggs and dairy before the fasting and abstinence of Lent begins,” so says AmericanCatholic.org

All this celebrating is the last Hurrah leading into Lent, a time of sacrifice and remembrance of the death of Christ.

But seeing how we are now what is commonly referred to as a post-Christian society, the lazy media often fails in its job to educate and inform people about the history of celebrations such as Mardi Gras.

It’s no secret to anyone who has read this blog for any length of time that I have a love affair with Mobile Bay — named by the Spanish as the Bay of the Holy Spirit. I love the area, its people and its traditions, not the least of which involves its food.

So it bothers me when I hear those who don’t know any different bad-mouth Mardi Gras, which, for many is in itself a religious tradition. I understand how people who have never been to Mobile, or New Orleans during Mardi Gras are left with the notion that it is just one hedonistic tradition where all the lewdness of a society is showcased. Lazy journalism often takes the facts and manipulates them as they please.

I know from my years of reporting on the Pendleton Round-Up that when you find crowds of drunks you are going to find lewd behavior. It took real work, however, to go behind the scenes and capture the true stories of Round-Up. The sacrifices, the athleticism, the family traditions, and the honor such traditions can bring. I hated Round-Up until I became a reporter and met people like Clark McEntire (Reba’s daddy) and the lovely Candice Meyers and a slew of athletes who ride bulls and rope cattle and bust their butts on wild horses.

We err on the side of wrong-headedness, however, when we believe that we ought to go into a community and revamp its traditions. There are countless books chronicling the ways in which evangelicals ruined a people trying to impose their values upon others in the name of Christ.

I am always a bit on the shy side of jumping in feet first when I hear, as I did this week, that evangelicals are going to be sending in a missions team to witness to the lost at New Orleans Mardi Gras. I’ve been to New Orleans. Despite what you may have learned via lazy journalism, New Orleans is not a godless, hedonistic community, any more than Pendleton, or Tri-Cities, or Bend, or any other community across this land. Most of those people acting the fool are out-of-towners.

So the next time you are tempted to pray away “the evil and violence of Mardi Gras”, you might reconsider. You might even take sometime to educate yourself about the history of a community and its traditions beforehand.

And the next time you get a hankering to pray away the evils of a place, you might start in your own backyard.

 

 

What about Donovan McKee?

By Karen Spears Zacharias, February 15, 2012 7:50 pm

Journalists today are not doing their jobs.

That’s not a criticism made by a GOP candidate, although, if Mitt Romney, Newt Gingrich, Ron Paul or Rick Santorum made that statement, not even Rachel Maddow could find fault with it. The statement was made in Media & Culture class at Central Washington University by a very attentive young man. Kudos to Ishmael for being able to critically evaluate what is wrong with today’s media culture.

Here’s the disclaimer — many  journalists take their jobs very seriously. They work long hours for very little pay to write stories about the fighting in Syria or the corruption in Congress only to have those stories bumped to page 5A so that the reading public — that’s you — can devour the news over Whitney Houston’s last meal. A hamburger, a beer, and later, a turkey sandwich and jalapenos that she took to the bathroom with her.

And that people is where fame will get you.

The lede story, photos of that room service meal included, on the front page of the London Daily Telgraph and hundreds of other newspapers and thousands of blogs across the world. (Including, now, ironically this one.)

We know what Whitney Houston ate before she died yet hundreds of people have been murdered by Syrian’s government in the past few weeks and we don’t even know their names, much less their ages, or what, if anything, they had to eat.

Oh, I know, we love Whitney. She could tear the sky open with her voice and rip our souls apart with her self-destructive ways.

But what about Donovan McKee?

We will never know the multitude of ways in which Donovan could have touched our lives, could have shown us all the grace of God.

He might have had the soulful spirit of Ray Charles.

He might have had the keen eye of Bo Bartlett.

He might have had the moves of Jeremy Lin.

He might have had the intellect of Wangari Maathai.

But we will never know what Donovan was capable of, what gift he had. Most of the world will never even know Donovan’s name.

Or the horrible way in which he died.

You see Donovan reportedly failed to vacuum the Pittsburgh apartment on Saturday and for that his mother’s 29-year old boyfriend beat Donovan

For nine hours, Anthony Bush repeatedly tortured the 11-year old.

When the stick he was using broke, he ordered Donovan to get another one, and he beat the boy with that. When the boy got a gash in his knee from the beating, Bush took a needle and thread and tried to sew it up. Then he beat him some more.

Until Donovan became unresponsive.

Then Anthony left him in a heap on the floor like a pile of dirty laundry.

Just left him there for his mama to find him.

We don’t know what Donovan ate during his last meal.

Donovan never got the chance to tear up the sky with a voice that could make angels weep.

The only sound Donovan made was a cry for help.

But none of us could hear him.

We were too busy listening to Whitney Houston sing  ”I will always love you” and feeling sorry for ourselves over our loss.

The Hope of Adele

By Karen Spears Zacharias, February 14, 2012 2:21 am
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I was in a public place recently and heard an older gentleman tell a joke about a 30-something woman who was despairing over not being married.

Such jokes don’t amuse me — it doesn’t matter if the women are portrayed as single, pregnant, want-to-be pregnant, divorced, blonde, anorexic, fat, or grannies — especially when it’s men who are doing the telling. I’m even less amused when the men doing the telling are standing behind a pulpit, as this particular gentleman was.

If you are that single person who longs for the companionship of a soul-mate that you hope & pray God has for you, such jokes are hurtful.  I know so many people — both men and women — who have yet to experience the kind of delight and intimacy that comes with a love that lasts through the decades.

I could spend a lot of time and energy debating why it is men in the pulpits rarely deliver these sorts of jokes about 30-year-old men who are single, but it would be a waste. Nobody is going to get up in a pulpit and poke fun at men who aren’t married. (First and foremost because the church is still so homophobic.) Within the church, it seems, men are still expected to deny a broken heart, whereas, women are expected to confess it.

I’m not so old, or so long married, that I don’t remember what a broken heart feels like. I’ve watched one of my children deal with a broken engagement and I’ve sat up late at night with more than one child who has struggled with the overwhelming rejection of a love denied.

It’s never easy to give up the dream you have for the one you don’t.

I was thinking about all this while watching the Grammys. In an interview with 60 Minutes Anderson Cooper, British singer Adele told Cooper that it was heartbreak that has led to the greatest moments of her life. She wrote Rolling in the Deep out of anger and frustration

“I wrote it very selfishly to get over a break-up,” the 23-year-old Adele told Cooper.

Rolling in the Deep was the top single of 2011.  Her album has sold 18 million copies.

Adele says she’s surprised at how many people relate to her, given that Rolling in the Deep is really just a love song.

A love song about the love that didn’t last.

We could have had it all
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me) 

But you played it
You played it
You played it
You played it to the beat.

Adele says that she wrote the songs to console herself. To remind herself that one day she would find someone better, someone who would make her happy.

In essence, Adele was writing her way out of despair into a place of hope.

Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold

 

God can take our greatest sorrows and disappointments and transform them into treasured gold.

God is in the business of creating anew, broken dreams and broken hearts.

In the novel The Healing, author Jonathon Odell puts it this way: “In the beginning God created. That’s all anybody needs to know about God.”

On St. Valentine’s Day and throughout the year, instead of making our brokenhearted sisters and brothers the brunt of old maid or homophobic jokes, shouldn’t we be doing what Adele has done and offer them words of hope?