Oops – I’m chairing the nominating committee for Interfaith Partners of S.C. for the next four weeks, leading up to when we must present a slate at our November 4 annual meeting. It’s just work that must be done in any organization, but each small part of the process takes on deeper, more tender, meaning when it involves multiple religions, cultures, ethnicities, genders, etc.
Vague (or acute) awareness of painful histories in other times and places, repercussions of which still haunt;
Consciousness that one’s religious group is primarily composed of people of color, so often discriminated against in our society;
Ongoing frustration that others do not understand and therefore may not value one’s spirituality;
Difficulty of generating interest in interfaith work among one’s own religion (count me in here);
Awareness that others question whether one’s group is even a legitimate religion;
Feeling the uneven balances of power created by sheer numbers in majority religions.
Never mind trying to achieve better geographic representation across the state, considerations of ability, availability and commitment, mix of gender, race and age. Diversity is a lot of work.
When I watch local news or go to an event or a restaurant, I’m often struck by the apparent homogeneity of my locale. Unfortunately, I have little in common with those I place in that stereotype: I don’t care about college football; have never been tailgating or to the Camden Cup races; rarely dress like other professional women any more; and almost no one around me reads the same books as I. This makes it easy for me to assume that everyone not like me is a sort of undifferentiated mass, unworthy of my concern or attention. I would be mistaken.
So, on to the work of a new business year. As my committee tries to fit together the pieces of our organizational puzzle I pray for wisdom, discernment and grace