04 November 2009

our beloved street person


I had a profound realization this morning as I was waking up and checking the news on CNN.com. there was a link to this article about how Sesame Street has cleaned up its act over the years. I highly recommend reading it.

But what struck me for the first time in my entire life was the fact that all of us had grown up with a beloved street person in our lives: Oscar the Grouch. He made his home in a garbage can that was, admittedly, a veritable oasis on the inside (though we never in my memory saw it). However, Oscar was indeed the closest thing to homelessness I can recall encountering before the Christmastime charity work of middle school.

He was certainly grouchy (it is his name). He was crude (at least by the standards of children's television). He lived in a pile of garbage (which has apparently been cleaned up on the show...way to go green Sesame Street). Yet we loved him, and so did the characters on the show. They were always kind to him, and they always (at least in my memory) showed him respect for his life decisions.

I know that this may seem overly analytical for a show meant for children, but amidst all the new television shows for kids that are simply piles of brainrot and reinforce stereotypes (Spongebob Squarepants, Chowder, Total Drama Island, Yo Gabba Gabba, etc), it is refreshing to know that there is a show that seeks to provide positive reinforcement of differences.

After all, Sesame Street has made the move into 140 countries and has been around for 40 years. In these countries they adapt their look and the way they present their message. However, the message remains the same. They have a four-fold initiative that encompasses health & wellness, respect & understanding, literacy & numeracy, and emotional wellbeing. While we may laugh at Family Guy spoofs of our beloved childhood show (due to our ever increasing cynicism...pointing the finger at myself here too), I hope that we don't forget that Sesame Street taught us that no matter what people look like, what language they speak, what their lifestyle is, or myriad other factors that define who people are, we all belong to this bundle of life. We all have the ability to love and be loved.

Happy 40th season Sesame Street. And thank you for helping build the foundation of my beliefs about the world that I am just now beginning to understand.

03 November 2009

continuing our worship

"As we continue our worship in the daily patterns of life, may we immerse ourselves in the mystery of the Holy, and may we always seek to dwell where Love is the language most spoken and Peace is the path most taken."

For several weeks, this has been the unison congregational response to our worship at Glendale, almost like a communal benediction. This response connected with my spirit for some reason so much so that I committed it to memory and pray it each day.

But why? Why this particular response?

I think this concept of continuing worship is what first drew me to these words. I cannot begin to count how many times I have both heard and said the phrase, "Worship is a lifestyle, not an event." We do not really have to say that at my church. We belong to a bundle of life, and we live this life through one another.

And then there is this concept of "daily patterns of life." As someone who finds himself stuck in the monotony of daily schedules, reframing my life patterns as an act of continuing worship is oddly refreshing. Is it really possible for me to immerse myself in the mystery of the Holy by recognizing God in what I deem monotony? That would seem exceptionally mysterious indeed.

Of course the latter half of this response truly resonates with my soul. I have said many times before how important love is, how much more important it is than any other concept...at least to me. How can we, the global Christian community, strive to make Love our primary language? How can Peace be the path that is worn, as opposed to the road less traveled?

This prayer is so packed with meaning. As I have committed it to memory, I have been struck with the profound impact reciting it on a daily basis has had on my life. It makes me wonder what I have missed in discounting the memorization of scripture in my childhood, having nearly completely forgotten the plethora of verses from my days of Bible Drill. It is one of the reasons I love call and response in church. Communal experiences in worship help us connect beyond and through our differences.