Wednesday, July 31, 2019

The Forced Humility of Retirement

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Whether you like it or not, except for your own coming and going, you are not in charge of as much in retirement. Not as important in the worldly way of things. People may not respond with the same alacrity when you order them about. You may not be able to squelch criticism or inquiry the way you did when you were in charge. Business acquaintances may not exchange favors since you have remarkably fewer to offer. You may not be able to demand blind loyalty from folks like before. Aids will no longer bring you coffee. Honors may come from organizations only insofar as you are able to write checks. Your outbursts will no longer be mitigated by sycophants. Neither CNN nor your children will return your calls. You will lose your Bitcoin wallet credentials and the money the Ukrainians secretly sent you. Felony charges from North Carolina will resurface. 

If, for some wild reason, few of these apply to you, please return that expensive bottle of wine I sent you for Christmas.


Monday, July 29, 2019

Toy Story 4 and Retirement

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O yes. You should see the movie. Probably the best in the series. This was a movie made for me. It has a spork, comedy, sorrow, toys that talk, the eternal struggle between good and evil, between lost and found, forgiveness and redemption, loss and meaning, sacrifice, a spork, retirement, romance, conflicting loyalties, evil puppets, and children.

Any real discussion of the movie will spoil so much of it that I think I will wait until it has been out a little longer for the larger existential parsing. For the time being I would just like for you to consider seeing it, dear reader. More later. I may show it at church.  Certainly more fun than First Reformed.


Sunday, July 28, 2019

Work Ethic, Vocation, and Retirement


In 1904, Sociologist Max Weber developed the understanding of the impact of John Calvin's theology on economics and individual effort. He described what came to be known as the protestant work ethic as foundational to capitalism. While his interpretation of Calvinism and especially predestination can be debated, it formed the basis of understanding a view of individual industry as it relates to God's approval if not salvation.Protestant theologians usually declared that good works could not earn salvation, but at the same time encouraged hard work not only to please or glorify God in general, but to seek to know the indication of God's approval with rewards in the earthly realm. In overly simple terms, the folks God has chosen for salvation have already been chosen (predestined) and the fact of their chosenness was evidenced in their worldly success.

While some will point to contemporary trends of secularization, especially in Europe, that challenge this basic understanding of the motivation for individual economic engagement, it still holds true in much of America.

The idea of the importance of individual industry got combined with the concept of vocation, that says that each person has an ideal and predetermined 'call' to a particular career, to produce an even stronger understanding of purpose as defined by our particular participation in the economic common good that was presumed to require capitalism.

As Calvin writes in the Institutes of Christian Religion:
" . . . to prevent universal confusion being produced by our folly and temerity he (God) has appointed to all their particular duties in different spheres of life. And that no one might rashly transgress the limits prescribed he has styled such spheres of life vocations or callings. Every individual's line of life therefore is, as it were, a post assigned him by the Lord that he may not wander about in uncertainty all his days. "
The Puritan minister Cotton Mather discussed the obligations of the personal calling, writing of "some special business, and some settled business, wherein a Christian should for the most part spend the most of his time; so he may glorify God by doing good for himself". Mather admonished that it wasn't lawful ordinarily to live without some calling: "for men will fall into "horrible snares and infinite sins" (both from Christian at His Calling). This idea has endured throughout the history of Protestantism. Almost three centuries after John Calvin's death in 1564, Thomas Carlyle (in “Past and Present”) would write, "The latest Gospel in this world is, 'know thy work and do it.'"

Within these positions, there is little mitigation for different personal situations and less for the condition of retirement as we normally think of it. A leisurely, restful period as the last chapter of life is not what these folks had in mind, so it is no wonder that people have a tough time imagining retirement that is anything less than productive or at least purposeful.

I’m not going to try to reinterpret or reframe these ideas for a different context. We do need to realize, the oppressive nature of these ideas and the way they were often used to exploit the working class into serving a greedy form of capitalism rather than the common good.

The notion of the protestant work ethic does explain why professionals who continue to practice their calling in a lesser way in retirement report great satisfaction: they are still pursuing their vocation. What the church may need to do by way of reparations is to help people refine or reject the notion of vocation altogether, not only to reject a form of determinism but enable people to peacefully do nothing at all.

Thursday, July 25, 2019

Ask Uncle Bill: Shuffleboard Worrying


Hello Neighbors!

In a misguided attempt to address the issues of retirement in the particular way I think they need to be addressed, I have started an advice column! You have read how complex the issues are and how the interplay of the variables beg for a case-by-case approach. You have read how I will be starting a little group for this very purpose, but not everyone is willing to sit in a small room and let other people tell them what to do. So, I thought I would start a little place to talk about individual situations. Now especially in the beginning, these situations may or may not be fabricated, so don't go trying to figure out who wrote in.

Dear Uncle Bill,
I hear that once I retire, I will be playing shuffleboard and bridge alot. I have had no interest in these things heretofore since I have been the Ambassador to France and have been a bit busy. Should I learn these frivolities before I retire?  - Not a Player

Dear Not,
While it is always wise to prepare for situations that we face in life, retirement is a situation in which we have more control over our schedule, so why would you do things then that you don't do now? Have you always had a secret desire to play shuffleboard? I suspect not. Do you spend much time with people who play bridge compulsively? Please say no. The things that bring you joy in retirement will probably look like some of the things that bring you joy now. Can you imagine doing those things more without getting arrested? You could take a shuffleboard seminar (Do these exist?) to see if you like the thing, but there is no reason to suspect that your attitudes, aptitudes, and appetites will change dramatically.

*****

Dear Uncle Bill,
I'm 34 and worried that the world will be a wreck when I retire. The climate will be in chaos and we will continue to elect lying, greedy people until democracy tanks. I'm sure I'm going to contract some dread disease and not be in any condition to enjoy my golden years. What should I do?  - Nervous in Nashville

Dear Nervous,
All that stuff may happen. Who knows? I do know that you sound pretty miserable right now worrying about it. Many spiritual leaders have suggested that anxiety and worry are bad things and that you should let them go right now, but what did they know? They were usually on a first name basis with God and we can barely remember 5 commandments. Just because worrying doesn't help doesn't mean you can turn it off with a quick aphorism or I would have given that to you in the first sentence. Worry is a worn and painful little path in our head we travel out of habit. Like any habit, habits of thought are tough to break. Like smoking, though, we may want to admit that the enterprise is killing us. Treat worry like an addiction and see how that works. Admit that you are currently powerless over the worry. Understand that there are forces that can help and heal. Decide and do the things that have been proven to help. This is not to say that there aren't issues about your future and our future that need to be addressed, only that, for the moment, your current worrying is more important.


Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Off Topic: Marriage Metrics

I would like to share some strategies for more effective communication that have helped my wife Abby and me over the years. We have shared these with some other couples and they report that they are as helpful as any article in "Modern Marriage."

The "How Badly Do You Want Me to Do That?" Scale (HBDYWMTDT)

Many times in the life of two busy people, an event comes along that is mostly in the wheelhouse of just one of the two and yet it would be nice if the spouse showed up. It is often difficult for the auxiliary spouse to figure out whether or not they need to go to this since they are not in possession of all the details. In these cases, the following scale makes the level of importance clear so that the auxiliary spouse can make a decision at their own peril with the relevant weightiness of an event on the table.
  1. I swear to God I do not care if you come to this, but you might want to. If you don't come, I may not even notice.
  2. Eh. It might be nice for you to come, but if you have something else going on or you are really busy, it's OK. I guess.
  3. Well. People might notice if you weren't there. No big deal, but I kinda want you to come to this. You will use up a point or two by not coming and gain a point by doing it.
  4. Yes. I need you to come to this. It's pretty important to me. If you don't come, I will be a little mad and may use it against you in the future.
  5. If you don't do this I am filing for divorce.

The BS Indicator

Often in the course of marital discussions one of the two will make some sort of assertion about the state of the world. It is sometimes helpful to announce in these situations, the degree of certainty that the speaker has about his or her proclamations.
  1. I have just finished doing research on this issue and can provide relevant footnotes. This fact is as clear and certain to me as my middle name. If you doubt me I will be annoyed if not angry.
  2. I think that I read an article about this in the New York Times last year. Probably. I wouldn't bet the farm on it, but I have good reason to think that it is true. If you doubt me I may say, "Well, people are entitled to their own opinions."
  3. This fact seems reasonable to me based on my experience and logic. If it isn't documented, it should be. I will say this fact with the same certainty as #1, but I am really winging it here, hoping you won't notice. If I say a number with this ranking, it is understood to be an estimate or even a guestimate. Within an order of magnitude. Maybe. If you doubt me I will just shrug my shoulders.
This scale has also known to have been used to call an unranked assertion into question. "O give me a break! That's a 3!" It has the advantage of avoiding the namecalling of "liar!" or "that's BS!"


The Hunger Game

In the day-to-day negotiations that make up a marriage, deciding when the team is going to eat is a major deliberation. In such debates, it is important to be able to know exactly how hungry the participant is. For some folks, there is an inverse relationship between hunger and general pleasantness. In our house, we call that condition where the hunger level gets bad "hangry" or "grumpy hungry." To know that a person is in this condition may help general strategies of negotiations and lead to a greater sensitivity and even forgiveness. While this is a 1-10 scale, it is my personal opinion that it only needs to be 1-5 since our ability to accurately determine our hunger degrades as we become more hungry.
  1. I am not hungry. I am uncomfortably full. Talking about eating again makes me a bit nauseous. I am not eating for several days.
  2. I am not hungry. Why would you even ask.
  3. I am not hungry. I am not full, but I am not hungry.
  4. Hmm. I could eat a little something, but not really hungry.
  5. Peckish. I have something going on that might be called hunger, but I could be just bored or it is the result of smelling the neighbor's BBQ.
  6. I am pretty hungry, but I can still talk about it. I may even be able to discuss the relative merits of that new place on Union Street and whether or not we should go there. While I am not terribly hungry, I do want you to know that at this point, it could get ugly quickly, so take note.
  7. Without a doubt, I am hungry. At this point, the idea of chopping vegetables and cooking them for a bit is simply out of the question. Cheese and crackers are now very important for the maintenance of domestic tranquility. Restaurant choices now have to do with proximity.
  8. I am really really hungry. I cannot think or reason effectively enough to even tell you what I want to eat or where. You need to take me someplace and put me in front of a plate of food or I will bite you. At a restaurant, I will order 3 or 4 appetizers and perhaps 2 entrees and later wonder how that happened.
  9. Listen buddy, do not get between me and a cheese sandwich or I cannot be responsible. I will snap at servers and you until the food comes. Alcohol may help a little, but it's a real gamble. I will eat all the bread in the basket without a thought of sharing. I will sit at the bar and frown until food arrives.
  10. If I do not eat in the next 5 minutes, I will die. And I will take you with me.


These are helpful metrics, and we use them regularly, but I think we could to better. All the wasted words of the day could be reduced to numbers, including the questions for which the above metrics apply. I can see a world where we can have a whole conversation like:

(morning)

He: 6!
She: 6.
He: 8?
She: 7
He: Tonko fundraiser tomorrow at the Stockade Inn at 6. It's a 3.
She: pass
He: OK. I have a 34 today, so 43.
She: 22.
He: (kissing her, says suggestively) 48?
She: 32 (which means "in your dreams")
He: sighs

See how much easier life can be?

Please note that these categories are a 3.

Saturday, July 20, 2019

Rumors of My Retirement

I suppose if I constantly wrote and talked about Finland, you might imagine that I was planning on going there. Ah, but when? While it may seem that I talk about retirement in such a way that would lead you to believe it is immanent, that is not what I am planning at the moment. I enjoy my ministry at First Reformed and definitely feel called to a few more things before someone snappier comes in.

I trained and planned for many years for the career I landed in and intend to plan and prepare for my last chapter in an equally intentional way. I hope to talk to folks about their plans and journeys as a part of that. I will be starting at least one group to chat about the issues of retirement, before and after. Let me know if you are interested.

Friday, July 19, 2019

Boring, Boring, Boring


Image result for boringAn English teacher of mine at Joliet West High School, said, on more than one occasion, "Only boring people get bored." Unfortunately, there was a reason she needed to say this regularly. However, this idea captured my imagination to this day and I use it to shame myself when I am, in fact, bored. Boredom is a serious thing.


"Life is dosage," is one of my maxims and getting just the right dose of stimulation in life is important. Studies have shown links to depression from boredom and significant links to depression from boredom in retirement.

As much as I love engagement and excitement, I had the luxury of being raised by parents who did not seek to ensure my entertainment or pressure my achievement. This means that I can now do nothing with the best of the slackers I have known. There does seem to be an expiration date on my ability to drop out and it seems to be about a month. After about a month of doing nothing, I get a little rammy. Retirement studies show a critical moment about 3 months in where retirees sometimes have some sort of crisis, even physical, that is related to their emotional distress.

My wife can also spot the moment when I am simply 'done' with the proceedings at hand, whether it is a social gathering, or a long denominational meeting. I will take a break, or a conversationally bait a nearby stranger for entertainment.

The boredom problem is not the emptiness itself, of course, but what rushes into the void. Replays, recriminations, regrets, remorse, anxieties, and old bitterness stand at the door and wait for such times. There is a reason that most meditation styles offer a replacement word or phrase to fill the mind so that it doesn't go to darker places.

Besides the foolish things that rush into a head where angels fear to tread, boredom can beget bad choices for actions to distract us from the threatening darkness. Idle hands are the devils playground because the devil, like us, is interested in recreation and stimulation. Let's face it, God can be a bit boring. Rules, roles, constant pleasantness, yeesh. What can be more exciting that robbing a bank and wondering if you are going to get caught?? You get my drift here. The things that we do to NOT be bored may be worse than the boredom itself. (By the way, the view of God as boring is a perspective encouraged by shallow theology and rule-driven religion, not by me.)

The tendency for boredom to lead to depression or dysfunction is why, if you follow the folks who give retirement advice for a living, they like people to take their 'schedule' in retirement seriously. They suggest very specific arrangements for volunteering, socializing, and keeping our bodies healthy.

If you are of the highest spiritual order, you may be able to pull off doing nothing for years without the problems of boredom, but if you were that person you would not be reading this.


Out of Control


Image result for controlOne of the issues of retirement is that it lasts so long that some of the very things that make it great at the beginning, may not stay that way. Of the people that I have talked to around the world about retirement, one of their common factors is that they see retirement as a time where a person has more control over their lives. They may be working a little bit, but they are going to pick the job, dammit. People are not going to be telling them what to do as much as before, no sirree.


Of course this may be true in the beginning, in the golden years, before health or circumstances begin to deteriorate. In my youth, I  worked in what is normally called a nursing home, and let me tell you, there is not a great deal of freedom in most of those settings. If you require a great deal of care, it's going to be on a schedule that both you and the nursing staff have little to say about. You may not be able to wake up when you choose, or sneak down for a midnight snack like you did for most of your life. This is the part of retirement that folks don't talk about much. Home health care has a bit more potential freedom to it, but that usually requires stable housing, a family setting, and financial planning. Even with home health care, our physical condition just may not allow us to hop in the car and shoot some pool at a local pub.

My father hated the idea that he would not lead an active life to the end. He claimed to carry a card in his wallet that said if he lost any of his senses that he wanted to be taken out back and shot. Then he pretty much lost his hearing and proclaimed that now the card said that he had to lose TWO of his senses before he would be taken out back and shot. Then his eyesight went and we didn't hear much about that card anymore. Mercifully, he died fairly quickly from a stroke.

I have very mixed feelings about this control issue as I get older and it gets rolled into the retirement package. Abby, my wife, is much younger, and I do not relish the shift of control in which, whether I like it or not, she will have more sway over my day. I am not sure it would be any better with an anonymous health care aid, but there it is.

Even Jesus talked about this! At the end of John, he tells his disciples, "Very truly, I tell you, when you were younger, you used to fasten your own belt and to go wherever you wished. But when you grow old, you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will fasten a belt around you and take you where you do not wish to go." (21:18)

This all just underscores the notion again that retirement is a changing thing of many flavors and requires some attention or other people, perhaps strangers unfamiliar with our peculiar joys and needs, will be making the decisions for us.

The most challenging of these decisions about control is about, of course, the final days. Like my father, most of us fear the pain and ignominy of a prolonged debilitating illness at the end. Death is the final retirement factor and there are few places to talk about it. Different Christian denominations have vastly different positions on this issue but this should not keep us from developing our own opinions. Here is a Presbyterian publication that is particularly good: https://www.presbyterianmission.org/wp-content/uploads/ga-2016-abiding-presence-oct-17.pdf

There is an increasing movement in NY and around the country to give individuals a bit more control over these final decisions and to let professionals help them without recrimination. While I am not prepared to give anyone medication or even advice on their particular situation, I am prepared to talk about it. For more on this see deathwithdignity.org.


Thursday, July 18, 2019

Retirement from Drama

In many of the online circles I frequent, including Guild Wars 2, Ingress, and Facebook, there is a general eyerolling about what is generally termed "drama." There is some small ambiguity to the term, but I will look to the Urban Dictionary for this and they say it is a consistent "overreaction."

We must be careful here, because mean spirited people have used this label to denigrate activists with a refined sense of justice. There may be some debate about what is an "overreaction" to a particular condition, event, or remark. In the context of online gaming, people who become enraged at perceived injustices in a fantasy world may not understand the broader context of life and may, in fact, become accustomed to gamer overreaction and conflict as a part of their persona and even a part of the game itself. There are online folks who cannot stand criticism of any type, and if it is to a third party it becomes betrayal of the highest order. There are some who define drama as inherently about the triangles of gossip and conflicting boundaries. Sometimes drama is simply the term for intense conflict. 

However defined, in the best worlds, there would be less drama. There might be disagreement, but it would be handled in an adult way and folks wouldn't go looking for interpersonal trouble.

Sometimes we are stuck with drama. We may have a coworker who tends to paranoia. We may be in middle management where our loyalties are complex. We may live under the authority of someone who regularly puts us in a difficult situation. Imagine working in the White House these days! High drama!

Since retirement usually has a higher degree of freedom in it, I have seen in retirees I know a lower tolerance of drama. I have tried to talk several retired folks onto boards of one type or another, only to be faced with a genial smile and a polite, "O no, I'll be happy to help, but I don't do those things anymore." Another big smile that says "I'm not getting drawn into petty drama one more time if I have a choice." These are the same folks who will work for hours doing good deeds of one type or another.

We should start a committee of retirees to investigate this phenomena and make detailed policy recommendations. O wait. None of them would agree to be on it.


Grumpy Old Man


There is a great American literary tradition of grumpy old men. Jaded men like Mark Twain, Ambrose Bierce, and H.L. Menken used satire, wit, and cold sarcasm to voice opposition to affected manners, vanity, political corruption, and shallowness. These cantankerous codgers ridiculed the things they had no sympathy for and I have found myself slipping into their bog in some of my writing about retirement.


Something about getting older makes you a bit crankier. Let’s list the possibilities of what might cause this dysphoria, shall we?

  • A more regular stream of aches and pains that may have nothing to do with any exertion whatsoever. I have had the recent pleasure of having a kidney stone and it sure does put a crimp in one's attitude. 
  • Reduction in hearing makes people more out of touch in general and suspicious about the mutterings of others. After many years, my siblings and I figured our that my father's ambiguous chuckle in response to things that we asked, actually meant, "I have no idea what you just said."
  • Clouding eyes and degrading sight, complete with the shuffling of glasses put one off. I have found myself staring at objects determined to figure out what they are with more limited data. 
  • Teeth? The things elders have to do to their mouths just to keep something normal happening in there! 
  • Folks may be coping with the lack of influence as they are no longer holding the reigns of power or economic decisions they had while working.
  • A bit more inactivity gives us the time and inclination for critique as opposed to production.
After reading this list, I'm surprised any of us over 60 smile at all. Especially considering the bad teeth.

The model of the grumpy old man lives vividly in television characters of many generations:

  • Mr. Burns - The Simpsons
  • Fred Mertz - I Love Lucy
  • Al Bundy - Married with Children
  • Sheldon Cooper - The Big Bang Theory
  • Archie Bunker - All in the Family
  • Oscar the Grouch - Sesame Street

I’m not sure I want to turn into a curmudgeon, but optimism takes more and more work and has such a different texture: “Maybe the gout won’t be as bad tomorrow.” “Perhaps white tribalism will turn against orange people.” “Think of how much less snow we will need to shovel when global warming turns Albany into Miami.” There's a positive side to everything! Heh. This sarcasm is kinda fun. Tell me if it gets too dark. Not that I will hear you.


Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Retiring to a State Campground

Well, first of all, this is impossible.  Most NYS campgrounds limit the time you can spend there and make sure you can't just move from one spot to the next. Of course people find ways of doing it. But IF the campgrounds were open all year long and IF they let you camp forever, it might just be the best thing ever.

It would get retirees out in nature. There are lots of studies that suggest this is a good thing. We could enjoy the stifling heat and the chattering cold that nature blesses us with all year long. And the quiet setting is quite relaxing - in those hours that gasoline generators are banned and the schedule is respected. But without clocks, who is to know?

It would be cheap. Camping at Thompson's Lake State Park costs $15 a night. That's about $450 a month. Of course for this you get almost nothing except a patch of grass and access to the beach and the bathroom, but still. Even if your payments on some behemoth RV are $1000 a month, it's still cheaper than your friendly local retirement village or staying in your taxing home in Niskayuna. Or just buy a tent and really save!

It would be community because at a campground not only are you out in nature, but you are smack dab in the middle of community. Whether you like it or not. The last time I was at Thompson's Lake, there was a family with children on both sides of my campsite and small children are not the best in keeping iffy geographic boundaries. While setting up my cute trailer, I was assisted and directed in concerned shouts by a 2 year old from next door. He decided that all accessible moving parts needed checking, including safety tow chains and handles of all types. So cute! This kid could be counted on to check on me if I had a health problem. Unfortunately, he would be unable to communicate his findings to anyone who might be helpful.

Life in community would be the constant stimulation of the dubious parenting skills of the families around you who are regularly and loudly threatening bodily harm to their kiddies. Fond reminders of earlier days. Sigh. Good times. And what could be more endearing than the constant, intrusive, and jarring laughter and shouting of children on bikes dashing about your space? Sign me up!

Also imagine the gentle wafting of nostalgia producing aromas from all around. The happy campfire smells from the folks next door. Wait. No. It's from their cigars. O well. They remind me of Uncle Dan, rest his soul.

It would be good exercise!  Hiking to the restrooms in the middle of the night, fetching water from the muddy spigots, and hauling your rig to empty the awful tanks of unthinkable stuff! I can just feel my muscles twitching.

Where else can you find such economy, community, and natural beauty? Come to think of it, my back yard. Nevermind.


Sunday, July 7, 2019

Cuba: Begging for Retirement

In Cuba, if things get really bad for you, you can always take to the streets, not to sell something, but to beg. I saw plenty of folks apparently older than 70 who were hobbling about asking for alms. Now. Here is the peculiar part. As I watched them, they usually approached people who were obviously Cuban. It is possible even that they were asking people that they knew, however slightly. What was even more surprising was the response. Usually, if the old man or woman made a direct ask to a person, they usually responded with Cuban paper money and a kind word. When Abby saw it happen once she almost started to cry. It wasn’t just the act of support, but in each case, there was a loving connection made ask well. No begrudged sharing, no questioning of motives. Cash and caring.

In Cuba, I did not see people simply standing and begging, or sitting with a cup. And really there wasn't a lot of it going on, There were a few people walking and approaching people. There was one woman who was clearly differently abled who was sitting on a bench, but nothing like you would see in downtown Philly, for instance.

Related imageFor the record, I have never seen folks as old and rickety as those Cubans on the streets of the Schenectady. Cardboard-sign-traffic beggars in our region tend to be men who, at first glance, seem just fine. I wonder if we would feel differently if they looked 90.

Street begging is an ancient form of social security. I have been approached in downtown Schenectady, but usually by the usual suspects. There are a few folks that simply aren’t able to stand the rules of any particular place. In Tampa, a place with lots of these folks because of the weather, churches sell little give away bags to congregants for them to give to street folks instead of money. The bags have a protein bar or two, a pair of socks, and some toiletries. In the best of all possible worlds, we would have figured out how to help folks who don’t fit into the economic system the way we think they should, but we haven't done that yet.

I am surprised at the vehemence I sometimes encounter when people talk about street beggars. Some folks have little tolerance for folks who aren't industrious enough or smart enough or something enough for a 'normal' job and life. I must confess to several mixed feelings about people trying to make a living on the street, but hatred is not one of them. I have pity, empathy, surprise, caring, and, on my worst days, annoyance. I should stand out on the street begging for forgiveness from such shallow judgement. Would you drop absolution in my cup? Or would you imagine I wasn't working hard enough on it myself?


Cuba: Proving Faith

There are several official reasons why you can go to Cuba. For many years, the US government has decided that they did not want to support the Cuban government so they made travel and certain kinds of tourism difficult to indicate their displeasure with the Cuban regime. One of the categories of approved travel is “religious.” But in order to actually use this reason, you have to, in essence, prove your are religious, or at least, that you are visiting for religious reasons. For such an interior condition, I found it interesting how the United States government would discern a person’s religiousity.

I was travelling to Cuba with my wife Abby and my daughter Kim. Abby works as a regional leader for the Reformed Church in America and is, by demeanor and upbringing, fond of the institutional church. She has a title ("Synod Ministries Coordinator") and because of that, her travel to Cuba is recognized by the US government as religious. My daughter, Dr. Kim Levering, is a bright, free spirit who teaches Psychology at Marist College. While she has had lots of exposure to religion and tolerates church quite well, attending worship several times a year, she does not describe herself as religious, or even spiritual. Yet she was accompanying me on my sabbatical trip to Cuba, so I put down “religious” as the reason she was going when we got our plane tickets. Then I realized that we were going to have to prove that she was, or that at least her visit was, religious. Hmmm.

You can prove religious intent to the US government in some very particular ways. You can have a letter from a religious authority proclaiming her religious condition much as I might sign a certificate of baptism or church membership. So I wrote Kim a letter, declaring to the world that her trip to Cuba was religious. Ah the power of ordination. We are able to define parts of the natural world supernatural. She was assisting me and I decided that helping people be religious was also being religious. I'll let you know, dear reader, how that holds up at the tribunal.

The other way to prove that your visit to Cuba is religious appears to be to have a religious itinerary. So you would prove you are religious by the things that you do and see, being very careful not to spend any time at all being a tourist. The US government has up to 5 years to ask for proof of the religious legitimacy of your visit. And o, the penalty for illegally traveling to Cuba is $250,000 in fines and up to 10 years in prison. What, me worry? I'm not at all sure how you can look at interesting things you haven't seen before and not be a tourist, but I have not read on the internet of any instance of someone being fined for not being religious enough in Cuba.

But it is an interesting query. If you wanted to prove to someone you were, say, Christian, how would you do it? Would a proclamation be enough for them? Remember in the Spanish inquisition, they looked for proclamations of faith, but then might drown you anyway. For your own good of course. Would good works prove your faith? It reminds me of the classic evangelistic opener, "If you died tonight and went to heaven and Saint Peter asked you why he should let you in, what would you say?" The answer most people give is something to do with living a good life, but the correct(!) answer is "Because Jesus died for me and I believe in Him." Apparently this works even if you were a complete shnook and disregarded all of Jesus' teaching. Being disingenuous and disobedient does not keep you out of heaven and may, in fact, get you elected president. Sorry, but I imagined I was going to anger some conservatives anyway, so why not go all the way?

My son Ryan showed up a few days into the Cuban trip and he decided not to try to prove he was religious (since he is a Unitarian). Instead he decided to "Help the Cuban people," but was also saddled with producing an itinerary for his own peace of mind. Proving yourself to be helpful seemed an easier task than proving you are religious. I wonder if the people who designed the criteria imagined that they were mutually exclusive?

Cuba: Stewart's Retirement Faith

As I travel, I ask people about retirement. Almost every day I ask someone about something having to do with retiring in an open-ended way. Even though most of the people I talk to know I'm a minister, they almost never bring up God. Except Stewart.

I met Stewart in Donde Lis, a cafe in Havana. He was born and raised in Wales, but ended up in the Bahamas as a teacher. He was in his 70s and on his 5th wife I think he said. He showed me her picture. Anyway. When asked what he enjoyed in retirement, he said "My faith." He had faced many challenges in his life (besides, apparently, his marriages) and had found that with God's help he finally overcame them. This became most clear to him in retirement. He was in Havana for a tooth implant and an 'executive check up' in which he checked into a hospital and they gave him the medical once over for two days as an annual check up kind of thing. He was very impressed by the competence and value of the Cuban health care system. He described his experience with them as 'blessings.' Most people I talk to do not described dental implants as blessings, but this man was clearly on the lookout for them. He found them in retirement.

Image result for blessingSteward described himself as well connected to God and his (Anglican) church. He believed in the Trinity and was full of aphorisms: "My God is neither mean nor stupid." "Don't put all your eggs in a foreign basket." "You never see God more clearly than when you are sick." "Jesus was the Son of God. Mohammed was too." He proudly called himself a Christian Communist and thought it was the only form of government Jesus would have approved of. He had a degree from the University of Miami, but was more at home in the Caribbean.

He saw God's hand in his life, especially in the blessings of his retirement. It wasn't entitlement, as I often find in the States. It wasn't an earned reward. It was a blessing. In the face of all the different places he had lived and the uncertainty he had faced, his current situation could not be seen as anything but a gift and blessing of God. Even for a God guy like myself, his attitude was refreshing. It wasn't particularly pietistic or filled with formulaic talk, it was just his humble bewilderment at the blessed situation he was in.

Minister types tell people all the time that it gets better or that it's going to turn out ok. This man had this experience and knew who to credit. Sweet.


The Pressure of Profundity

It has been an unusual experience not preaching for a few months. For the last 41 years since I have been ordained I have preached weekly. There were times when I was an associate or on vacation when this was not true and even at the most busy times someone else preached about every 6 weeks, but then again there were funeral and wedding messages, so in general, I have preached about once a week for a very long time.

I enjoy making sense of something once a week and have rarely thought the task onerous. There were particular passages that I wish I didn't have to make sense of, but on the whole I like figuring out something of import and sharing that with others. Perhaps this blog is something like that, but the genre is so different that it doesn't seem that way to me.

But now that I am not preaching, I have noticed a certain small relief, not from the task of communicating, since this blog fits that rubric, but from the saddle of significance. I have never preached about sporks since I am rather certain the topic fails the luminous litmus test of transcendent truth, but I enjoyed writing a little blog about them. Preachers are charged with addressing the human situation with all of its sadness, regrets about the past, worries about the future, troublesome emptiness, and wrestling with decisions.  The hopes and fears of all the years are gathered in that sacred space and our words are supposed to help. Ok, yes, sacred text is the source of the aid, but we all know of pastors that have beaten the life out of potentially significant verses.

It's a little relief to abandon the task, if only for a few months of
  • figuring out whose needs need to be addressed most
  • crafting how to comfort and challenge in the same event
  • balancing systemic judgments with individual applications 
  • moderating words so as not to appear partisan even if I can't stand most Republican policies
Now that I write that all it sure seems daunting. The world is such a wondrous place that there is a part of me that mourns the fact that I can't spend a whole sermon on the joys of toothpicks or how amazing beetles are. I'm hoping that that your expectations of these words, dear reader, are such that you won't mind a discussion of sporks or beetles because it's kinda nice taking the small view. I'll get back to existential estrangement soon enough. 


Friday, July 5, 2019

Sporks!

I have an affinity for sporks. They are multifunctional by definition, but often misunderstood. I would like to share some of my understandings of the implications of sporks, but you may have to wait a bit for clear relevance, dear reader.

Sporks have qualitatively different configurations. The most basic distinction is whether or not the spork is one thing or two things simply connected. There are many sporks that are just forks getting the wrong end of the stick: some implement with a spoon or knife at one end, and a fork at the other. If the spoon is on the other end from the forky end, I'm not sure how you can call it a spork, but you can take that up with the sellers. In fact, the most common kind of spork found at the counters of places like EMS is the plastic, two ended spork:

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These often have a serrated end on an edge of one of the tines of the forky side that enable people to tout this as a 3in1 object. With just a little thought, however, you can understand that we almost never cut a piece of food without something else holding it down, otherwise the knife will not get enough traction to actually cut. So having one item that cuts with nothing else to hold it is an idea for marketing and not for practicality. If it's a soft enough item to be cut by this thing singlehandedly, you would be able to use just the edge of the fork, like we all do at dinnertime. And also, it the knife were sharp enough to do any real damage on its own, who would want to stick it in their mouth much?

These two-faced sporks come in many sizes, most recently made popular in trendy stores in their teeny bamboo incarnation. They are also found in titanium and steel and compostable somethingorother.
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The other configuration that I find truer to the concept of the merging of spoon and fork, is an item that has both of them on the same end of the stick.

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This design concept is endorsed by the Museum of Modern Art and their artistic codification of spork:

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Sporks, moreso than single purpose cutlery, usually have a fairly specific purpose in mind. There are pasta sporks, camping sporks, purse sporks, sporks specifically for cat food cans (o yes), serving sporks, sporks only good to look at, and sporks good for nothing. Paradoxically, while they are often for a particular purpose, they are by definition multifunctional, so can get carried away with being so many things. It is not uncommon at all for sporks to also have features including bottle openers, screwdrivers, wrenches, knives, clips, can openers, and so on. This sometimes results in an object that I'm not sure I would put in my mouth for fear of injury, but sporks are conceptual items.

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Sporks are compromises. The tines of the forky part are often stubby, the spoony part too shallow, or the handle is awkward. All this is in service to the practicality and simplicity of sporkness: the ounce saved from the backpack, the one less item to worry about, the radical downsizing of life in which we are prepared, at any moment, to face the zombie apocalypse with only what we have in our pocket.

Now that I have desensitized you to the wild idea that is the spork and why anyone might be interested in them, I will risk showing you my collection/research.



Are you ready, dear reader? Have you stayed with me for the turn? Did you see it coming? Sporks are like retirements!

Like sporks, retirements are compromises of economics, relations, and realities. They are both cumbersome and odd until you get used to them. Finding the right one requires some effort and discernment of what they heck they are for. They can be designed to do more than is reasonable to actually use. (Are you really going to travel to Nepal?) And here is the final horrible reality of sporks and retirements. You may not actually need them at all.


Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Jazz in Cuba

I got a chance to visit three jazz venues in Havana and it was quite the scene.  Cafe Taberna in the tourist area had a big band and played salsa flavored jazz that folks danced to. It was fun and Abby was coaxed to dance along with some others, and I got the sense that we were hearing standards that were designed for tourists. It was still enjoyable though to hear a group of 15 talented guys holding forth with a leader in the Cab Calloway mold.

The Jazz Cafe was on the ocean on the third floor of a mall whose first floor looked like it had not survived an apocalypse. It was worrisome until we got to the place that was surprisingly nice.  There we found a great group who was working on integrating Japanese classics into a western jazz format. Very interesting. Great conga guy. Great listening. No dancing.

The 'must see' jazz venue in Havana is a place called, strangely enough, the "Jazz Club." At 10pm, and not a minute earlier, you enter through a red London-style phone booth into a basement venue that felt a little sticky. $10 cover gets you two mojitos. The music was lively and original but featured a drummer who tended towards loud rock riffs that overwhelmed the small space. Brushes were unthinkable to him. This was clearly a venue where the music mattered more than the tourists.

Besides the specific music venues, many cafes had small groups playing and walking just a few blocks in the evening was a treat of 5 or 6 of them. There are many 'squares' in Havana and in old Havana many of them usually have some sort of cafe with a big porch with a quartet for dinner. The vocalist would usually tour the tables with a basket at some point and we were happy to kick in.