ACROSS THE LINES - Archive (2006-2020)

As suggested by the "man of signs," which appeared in early American almanacs straight through to the end of the eighteenth century, p eople living before the triumph of modern science believed that everything was somehow, mysteriously, connected.   Individual bodies, churches ("the body of Christ"), communities and nations ("bodies politic") and heavenly bodies - our ancestors saw these many bodies as nested one inside the other, like Russian dolls. Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard's Almanac, 1733 The man of signs came to my mind as I watched friends from across the United States react to the total eclipse of the sun this past Monday.  People within the "band of totality" described the experience in visceral, bodily terms.  Hearts beat faster, palms grew clammy. Inexplicably, and uncontrollably, people laughed and cried and shouted. Of course we understand a lot more than our ancestors did about how each of these different bodi

Widespread conservative indifference to Donald Trump's personal failings raises fundamental questions. If a President pursues policies we like, and advances our party's agenda, why should we care if he (or she) is of questionable personal character? When it comes to Presidents, does personal morality matter?  And if it does, how? Immersed, as I have been, in the study of early American history, I thought I’d seek answers to these questions by turning to the men who led the American revolution and framed the U.S. Constitution. Like many people in the late eighteenth century, the founders of the United States conceived of human societies as composed of many bodies – individual bodies, ecclesial bodies (“the body of Christ”), political bodies, and so on. The struggle to establish, maintain and restore right order in these many bodies dominated every dimension of life in the early American republic - from the practice of medicine, to disputes over church doctrine and polity,

O God: We, your people, who count ourselves white and American and Christian, come to you with heavy hearts. The evil of white racism - a constant in our history as a nation - has made itself transparent in our land once more.  Lord, have mercy on us. O God, our help in ages past: we confess our sin to you this day.  We know that you are God of all peoples and all times and all places, but we are a prideful and stubborn people, prone to claim you as our own.  Cause us to recognize and reject the sins of our ancestors in demonizing, dehumanizing and denigrating people of other races, religions, and ethnicity.  O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come:  We recognize our need of you.  Un-blind us  to the ways you are working in the lives and histories of our neighbors.   Help us to incarnate the great truth that you made manifest in the birth and life and death and resurrection of Jesus: that all people are loved by you.  H elp us to teach our children well, that t

August 4, 2007 photo:  Maria Teresa Fernandez Ten years ago today, on August 4, 2007, I first served communion through the border fence at Friendship Park, the historic meeting place on the US-México border. It was a time when politicians from other parts of the country were waiving laws to build walls along the border, seeking short-term political advantage by appealing to the least noble parts of the American character. It was a time much like these. ( español a continuación) I did it because federal officials were threatening to eliminate public access to the US side of the park, despite that friends and families had gathered there peaceably for generations. Items passed through the fence, including the bread of our communion, we were told, were "contraband," violations of US customs law. Ten years later, this simple act has been transformed by the grace and power of God into a self-sustaining, bi-national community of faith that goes by the simple name of The Bo