Our Ongoing Ani-Racism Work

Jennifer Drury, May 12

The silver lining to having a terrible cold last week was finding time to read this book that Pastor Chris recommended.  Chris Hoke’s daily routine could not contrast more from my own in terms of his sleep habits and energy levels. More like his father, in my world, rarely does anything good happen after 10pm. But I was immediately drawn into his story as he described his listless, wandering spirit searching for a deeper, more visceral faith.  His is a story of risk and adventure not just for the sake of rebellion, but in search of purpose and a closer relationship with God.  He discovers and shares the most sublime truths of Christian scripture in relationship with people on the margins. People that our social and political structures seem to try to dispose of or at the least ignore.  The subject matter and the quality of his writing make this truly worth the time. I read it in thirty-six hours because I found his application of the Bible so compelling and inspiring but many of the chapters could be read as short stories. We could pick a chapter for discussion in an upcoming Sunday school session. I hope you read it and let me know what you think. 

 
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22At that time the festival of the Dedication took place in Jerusalem. It was winter, 23and Jesus was walking in the temple, in the portico of Solomon. 24So the Jews gathered around him and said to him, “How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Messiah, tell us plainly.”25Jesus answered, “I have told you, and you do not believe. The works that I do in my Father’s name testify to me; 26but you do not believe, because you do not belong to my sheep. 27My sheep hear my voice. I know them, and they follow me. 28I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one will snatch them out of my hand. 29What my Father has given me is greater than all else, and no one can snatch it out of the Father’s hand. 30The Father and I are one.” (John 10:22-30, NRSV
– Rev. Denise Aanenson

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Our Ongoing Anti-Racism Work

Jennifer Drury, May 5

This week, I read in our school district newsletter that Tim’s Wolfe’s fourth-grade class at Arrowhead Elementary did some research on the totem pole which is planted on their school grounds. They discovered that it had been purchased from Ye Olde Curiosity Shop in 1966 and was incorrectly attributed to the Haida tribe. After some digging, they connected with the artist’s grandson, Eagleson Williams, who is also a carver. Learn more about the William’s family here. The totem pole will be returned to his family, and he will carve a new one that tells a story that relates to the school. The school will raise funds to cover the cost of the new pole. What an incredible learning experience for these students and a wonderful way to connect to the history of the place in which they live and the descendants of the original people.

  
At a recent social studies conference I attended, a Spokane tribesman, Warren Seylor, urged teachers to contact their local tribes to make opportunities to create these relationships and help students understand that the history and culture of the indigenous people is alive and dynamic. Today tribes are working closely with our state government, for example, to improve the habitat and survival of salmon. We cannot undo the mistakes of the past, but we can learn from them, and actively work on our relationships with Native peoples today. Mr. Seylor told us a story that was passed down from his Coeur d’Alene Indian grandmother to explain why they did not at first fight against White settlers. She taught him that there was a prophesy in their culture which predicted that a man in a black robe with crossed sticks hanging from his neck would come to them. A prophesy from the other side of his family predicted that there would be men with talking leaves (the Bible). He went on to say, that what they did not tell them was that not everyone would follow the words in the Book. History is so complicated because it is the story of humans. I remember when I was in my mid-twenties, I took a Pacific Northwest history course, and our professor took us on a field trip to the Makah reservation. We met an old Indian woman who was a very devout Christian. I was so confused. How could she embrace a religion that had caused so much trauma to her people? Since then, I have met other Christian Native Americans. I assume many of them have struggled with their faith at times, but they’ve managed to get past human sin and see the beauty and power of God. Let’s embrace the complexity of history and humanity. Rather than cling to stereotypes or whitewash the past to make it comfortable and easy to understand, let’s delve into the mystery of humanity and faith in all its messiness and wonder.

Soaking in the Sun!

My son, our dogs, and myself arrived home early in this morning after spending a day on the beach, Tuesday. Yesterday, we drove home up Hwy 101 through the Redwoods, and into Oregon to catch I-5 at Grants Pass. As we traveled on Hwy 199 we were treated to the lovely view of the native dogwood trees and their happy white blossoms shining in the sun. From the Pacific Coast and its majestic giant redwoods to the humble dogwood – my heart was blessed by the natural beauty of our planet Earth. God’s perfect design. May we be better stewards of our earthly home.


Boo and I have been working from home today, grateful for the journey to be with my mom during her procedure and recovery, and the precious time with my son and his dog, Kai. Pictured above is Boo spending time on my moms back patio, nose pointed into he wind, soaking in the sun. Oh – and I am very cold today back in the PNW. Brrrr. -Pastor Denise

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