The Path of My Thoughts

I have been thinking about something that I am going to guess my Mom and Dad taught us when we were teenagers.  It would make sense that they taught it to me and us, my siblings and I, but I don’t have a memory of them sitting down to discuss it with us.  I actually have few memories of explicit conversations where they worked hard to put wisdom into us.  I think most of the wisdom we gleaned from them came through osmosis, the reality where you learn things and become things simply by being close enough to an influence for long enough.   One of the things I am most grateful for in my life is my parents.   I often think about how my Dad was a friend to underdogs, I think about how my Mom let herself be moved.  When I say that I mean she was available emotionally, intellectually and spiritually to the people and experiences that crossed her path.   In all I took from these two quite wonderful yet fragile human beings, I came to understand wisdom that put into words might have sounded like this, “be careful Kathy, your reputation matters, who you hang around with will affect you and others will make judgments about you when they see who you are near, stay close to those who match your cares.”  It is the saying “you are known by the company you keep.”

I got a little obsessed by this thought over the last few days and I did a tiny bit of research.  I learned there is Scriptural references that reflect this wisdom.  In the writing of Paul to the church at Corinth he says, “do not be misled; bad company corrupts good character, come back to your senses as you ought, and stop sinning; for there are some who are ignorant of God – I say this to your shame.”    That would have been written about 1,965 years ago, it is a notion that has some history to it and sacredness attached to it. 

It was interesting to type into my search engine, “is the saying, “you are known by the company you keep” ever not true?”  There were instances where that was so but they were quite specific, like when your employment forces you to spend time with people that don’t reflect your values. 

It seems pretty widely accepted that where you have a choice as to who you spend time with you are proclaiming something about yourself by the choices that you make.

It feels like the wisdom in the saying is reliable.

Why am I obsessing about this?

Because I am looking for some guidance in the midst of turbulent times.

I have been mostly off of facebook for the last week, ever since I switched phones and didn’t load the app on my new phone.  I just see it when I am on my laptop now.  However, I have been privy to the hot and heavy debate about Charlie Kirk.  Some that I hold dear are insistent that he is a faithful Christian and his death equates to a great loss for the Christian community.  Others hold a very opposite position.  When research is done to see what the story is, to try and come to my own conclusion, there is confusion to be found.  There are clips of him voicing things that are really unsettling.  He says things that I hope I would never be found saying.   Those who defend him say that those clips are taken out of context and when the context is given his words make sense.   I did a little looking around for the context when he said he hated empathy.  What I read did not lead me to have confidence one way or another about who this man was and what he offered the world.  I found myself thinking about what is expected of us leaders.  I say “us leaders” because Charlie Kirk and I have the shared experience of standing in front of crowds and speaking and hoping that our words made a difference.  As a speaker I know that role comes with some accountability.   I have an oath to God to constantly seek to be faithful in my words and I rely on the movement of the Holy Spirit for guidance and the courage to say what needs to be said.   I am sure that when I speak I regularly leave some confusion in my wake.  As a preacher it would be unusual to have all people follow all the time, but that confusion is different than speaking in such a way that people get offended by what I say.  I am certain that has happened too, especially at funerals where people of different faith perpsectives gather.   I don’t think I have ever said something from the pulpit that gave a completely different message than I intended.  If I did and there was social media commentary on it it would give me the chance to clarify what I meant.   I did an internet search looking for examples of times that Kirk took the chance to clarify what he meant.   I didn’t find any reference to that.  I didn’t look for a long time but tried a few different search questions to unearth what I was looking for but nothing came up.  So there was nothing to answer to my hope that as a leader with impact he would correct and clarify the messages people were taking away from his comments that seem to reinforce the oppression of black people, women and many others.  Perhaps there are lots of examples of him trying to clarify his words so that he more closely lines up with the way of Jesus.  If they are there I could not find them.  

In the context of pastoral care I have said things that I needed to apologize for, once when I was a student and I was flustered and a little bit stupid and I told a woman “I had come to visit to bring God to her.”  She informed me quite clearly that she didn’t need me to bring
God to her, that God was already there….. of course she was right.  I apologized.  In another case I made assumptions that led me to say things that hurt some people and I was most definitely called to account for that.  Difficult conversations ensued.  I was not given a free pass because I hold the role I do.   I was expected to answer for what I said, and how what I said didn’t meet the moment.   These experiences inform me.   They make accountability normal to me and I am also a bit resentful, if I with my puny circle of influence must be accountable how can it be okay for another Christian leader with influence too broad  to track be given a pass when, for example, he names four successful and high profile black women and insists they are affirmative action picks.  If he didn’t mean to imply that they actually could not possibly be capable enough for the roles they fill, because of the color of their skin, despite the advanced degrees and volume of life and work experience they held, if he didn’t mean to imply that, he should have chosen his words more carefully and tried to state what he actually meant when he realized he had been misunderstood.

So I am struggling.   I am resenting double standards.  I am confused by the information I have access to.  I also wonder why this even matters to me.  Let it go Kathy.   Maybe what I am really working through is the question “what makes for a strong witness for Jesus Christ in the world?”   There is a folk song we used to sing a lot that includes the line, “and they’ll know we are Christians by our love, by our love, yes they’ll know we are Christians by our love.”    Somehow that lyric is inspiring but not exactly helpful, it’s a bit vague, the definition of love could be debated enough to make that criteria just another thing to fight over.  So I am winding my way back to those moments with my parents when the wisdom “you are known by the company you keep” somehow founds its place in my head.  Charlie Kirk and Donald Trump were tight.  Donald Trump and Jeffry Epstein were tight.  Jeffrey Epstein was notorious, he was tried and convicted for running a sex trafficking ring involving underage girls.   Even if Donald Trump was not part of the abuse of that, he was part of Epsteins circle of close friends, he presented himself as being comfortable with who Epstein was.   That is the man that Charlie Kirk stood by.  At the time of his assassination he had a pile of hats beside him with the number 47 on them, this was a very vivid moment where he demonstrated his eager willingness to be associated with Donald Trump.  That is too much for me, because of what it says about his character.   I grieve Mr. Kirk’s death and what it means for his family, I grieve what his assassination means for our shared culture, I am sad for him that his life was cut short, but that is as far as I can go.  I cannot give him hero status or elevate his status as a Christian.  This is where my journey has taken me.  I don’t want to be at odds with people I love and I will not tell them how to feel or criticize for what they feel, but for me, in the shifting sand of our life together in North America, it feels like some things hold true and maybe we can agree that love heals, hate divides and you are known by the company you keep.

Hello Tuesday

I had an experience on Sunday morning that I was eager to write about as it was unfolding.  I didn’t get a chance. 

It was likely a couple months ago that I got a phone call from the church in Estevan asking if I could lead worship at their Church and include the sacrament of Holy Communion.  They are currently without a minister and therefore do not get the chance to have communion very often.   I remember thinking that by late November I would be free of cow chase work and I could be available.  The thing is, I then forgot that I had made the commitment.  It was a busy fall and I think my brain is struggling to hold onto many details.  I am not really worried about this, even though my Dad was my age when his dementia began.  There was a random moment of extreme grace that saved my hide.  I was at a church meeting in Carnduff a few weeks ago when our minister said to me, “Kathy you are at Estevan on the 20th eh?”  She had been at a meeting there and saw their worship plan.  I was stunned by the news she had for me.  I came home scoured the calendar and the notes on my desk and I did not find any record of it.  Could it be?  I eventually just had to call the church and talk to the secretary in a way that might confirm the date without revealing how forgetful I was.  It was true.  I was on the schedule.    By this point my aunts funeral was already set for Friday in Saskatoon.   It was destined to be a busy time.   Things unfolded as they needed to and I was grateful to be safely home from Saskatoon and prepared for worship as 9:15 rolled around on Sunday morning.  As I walked to my closet to grab my stole, (an embroidered very long scarf that I wear during the sacraments) with the family already headed to the truck, I looked down to realize that there were spots of blood on the floor.  Nothing awful had happened.  One of our dogs had begun to cycle.  I had already done some cleaning up earlier in the morning and naively thought I had it.  In a moment when time was short I just decided to step over it.  That is the exact moment when I said, “I want to write about this.”  Why?  I think there is a thought in society that ministers and the activities that fill our lives are kind’ve holy, perhaps holier than thou?   That moment seemed to capture much.  I was about to conduct the service that I would have missed had it not been for Susan’s attention to details, I was stepping over canine menstrual blood and I was leaving mess in my path as I headed out the door.   Ancient notions of holiness included total separation from menstrual blood.  Being forgetful is a sin in this culture of ours.  Is orderliness next to Godliness as the saying goes?  All those things were tumbling around in my head as we pulled out of the yard in the still very dirty truck.  If service to God requires all our ducks are in order I cannot rise to the task.  If service to God requires a willingness to go where we are needed with the best that we got, relying on God to both understand us and work through us, well, its worth a try.  The folks in Estevan delighted us with such a warm welcome.   Its another example, in my own experience, that we best not wait til we have everything polished up to jump into the life that is in front of us.   Maybe this is where faith actually comes in.  Daring to believe that we are good enough as we are, to be people who live to help God make the world more whole. 

This picture is 2-1/2 years old but is the last one I have that illustrates what a stole looks like. This was during a service that we recorded outdoors during total lockdown, a “blessing of the animals” service.

P.S. Something funny…..when I read this over to Russell he said, “thank goodness you clarified about that blood.  I was thinking that when you said our dog had begun to cycle people were going to think that Knightwing had taken up biking and was getting lots of owies!”  That mental picture gives me the giggles.

When Knightwing isn’t busy with her first job – guard dog at the ranch, and when she isn’t working on her new hobby of bike riding, wink, wink, she is a committed cattle dog, totally part of the team.