First of all
I want to express my gratitude to the Diocesan staff for pursuing an idea I
proposed that we use Parker Palmer’s The Company of Strangers as a Diocesan
Lenten read. As I was landing in South Sudan, they were pursuing the idea, not
letting it drop because I had moved on to something else. Rather they put
together the various stages of this interactive blog, which is, I suppose our
own Diocesan effort to create greater public space among us.
Ironically I
was entering a world where the elders and people still meet at the village
gate, where clergy and lay leaders when assigned to a parish were expected to
live within the compound of their new cure, and where heading to a local soccer
game you moved through people’s yards or homesteads greeting them as you went,
and even stopping to check on an old woman laying out on her bed mat in the
open air because she was not feeling well that day. On leaving church, their
custom is for the first out of church ( in our case the bishops) to greet one
another then stand in line to greet the next person who then stood next to you
to greet the next until a snake line formed around the church yard and everyone
had quite literally greeted everyone else. These were people who were not all
related, nor had they enjoyed the regular engagement of social interaction
which might designate each other as friends, but were strangers of the kind
that Parker Palmer describes and enjoyed public life in ways that he calls for
us to renew.
Just as the
people of Nzara, without running water or electricity, can nevertheless
communicate through cell phones and laptops, and, to follow up on Lydia’s
comments, even seek to be our Facebook friends. (They obtain electric power
from solar cells or generators). So I believe it is not without possibility
that we who are surrounded by more energy than we need to consume and have the
opportunity for vast technological comforts, even smart homes, can equally
learn to recover what our privatized world view has lost from a simpler
society.
Someone who
had begun to read along in this diocesan wide Lenten read asked what did Palmer
mean by “public life”? He answers that question in this second chapter. “At
bottom,” he writes, ”the word public means all the people in a society, without
distinction or qualification”. He
contrasts it with the encroaching influence of the ideology of intimacy,
whereby even public identity is valued by what makes for warm relationships.
This in turn creates in politics and public leadership the cult of personality and
is the foundational principle which gives license to the sort of political
advertisement and personal attacks disguised as such as we see in our election
seasons. The loss of a sense of public life exposes us to a divided society
that cannot see any benefit in the other. And in a statement which hits home in
the post-Newtown debate on gun control and social violence Parker writes “if we
envision the public as nothing more than a battleground between divergent
self-interest, we create a dismal self-fulfilling prophecy. Given that image,
it is small wonder that fewer and fewer people venture into public without
being (figuratively and literally) well- armed”.
Even as a so
called “public figure” or a “person in public life” as your bishop, I am as
guilty of sitting behind the isolation of my own private world as the next
person. Unlike Lydia I don’t see social media as a way out for me, but I am
convinced that only a discipline of public engagement –whether that means
walking my neighborhood more often, or attending more public offerings when not
“invited” or “expected to attend”, or even just walking the labyrinth at the
Cathedral on a busy afternoon, or following my favorite sport with others live
rather than only on TV. It is probably concern about the danger of this
imbalance and the consequence of disconnect that drew me to the book in the
first place. I also saw some prophetic
qualities as I believe Parker Palmer was laying out for us the issues that have
now thirty years later turned our democratic process into a kind of stalemate.
The Church
and the people of God have a significant part in the restoration of the public
life in this full sense. Zechariah dreamed of a time when old men would be able
to sit down and converse in open spaces and children could play in the city
streets, all around them. We probably need to be creative about how we can make
public life together. I think the Cathedral Rain Garden project and our various
outdoor land projects offered to the public head in the right direction. But
where are our conversation meeting places, and our simple mingling with others
for spontaneous entertainment, stimulation, challenge and compassion; for our
transfiguration moments when we can say “it was good we were in this place”?
How often do we as the people of God get outside our private church dwellings
and engage the public as community, and not just individually?
This Sunday
we recognize that Jesus spent forty days in isolation preparing for the rest of
his days – days which, once removed from the privacy of the wilderness, would
be in public life the rest of the way until he would give himself as an
offering for all. Public life is perhaps the way of the Cross, or the way God
calls us to take up our cross and follow Christ?
+Alan Scarfe
I'm only on Chapter 2...
ReplyDeleteThe Company of Strangers turns our notion of privation inside out, and Bishop Scarfe's blog reinforces the point. There are the material privations found in Nzara. In the United States, our privations stem from our loss of our sense of the boudaries between our self and the world. We think we are the world, and we seek validation in unhealthy ways. But take up the way of the Cross? That's a better way. It's the way we make when we see a stranger and connect. It a better way, but it's very hard. Strangers are rightly suspicious of "connecting." When I'm brave enough to do this, I've recovered a sense of self that's rewarding and unexpected. Unexpected, though expected: I think we already know what this is like. This is what we talk about when we talk of losing oneself in a crowd. Here, let me try to connect electronically: does anyone else see what I'm getting at? (Answers from nonstrangers--even those who are my FB friends--are also welcome!)