Posted by: Susan Strouse | February 14, 2014

On Being an Aging Beatlemaniac

BeatlesFifty years since the Beatles were on the Ed Sullivan Show?! No way! I’m not that old. OK, I am planning a “When I’m Sixty-Four” birthday party this year. But still – fifty years!

I remember it vividly – the first rush of full-blown Beatlemania, the perplexed look on my mother’s face as I screamed, cried and jumped up and down on the sofa. It was the beginning of a love affair that’s changed over the years but never ended. Much has been written about the Beatles phenomenon, analyzing it from all kinds of angles, including the spiritual. I’ve often pondered myself what it was that caused such a profound impact on my life.

imagesThe day after John Lennon was killed, I stumbled into my job at the bookstore in Center City Philadelphia, where some of my co-workers were also reeling from the news. We got permission to create a display in one of the windows and placed a simple rose and green apple in Lennon’s memory. Many of our colleagues didn’t get why we were so upset, didn’t understand the profound grief. It is hard for me to explain the depth of connection to these four people I never met or even saw in concert.

Back in the early days, my best friend was in love with Paul. I felt an immediate connection with George. We both wanted to look like Beatle girlfriends ands scoured the shops of dinky Pottstown for “mod” clothes. Later, though, we began to part ways. In the late 60s, I was much more attuned to the politics of John and the spirituality of George more than to Paul’s “silly love songs.” And then the Beatles broke up, too. In so many ways, those were terrible days. But even though the band was gone, the influence of both the Beatles as a collective and the individual members continues.

images-1George Harrison gave me one of my very first exposures to another religion. Even when it wasn’t ‘hip’ anymore to be a fan of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, George remained devoted to meditation and mysticism. Through his music I learned to appreciate a culture and belief system very different from my own. So even as I was being a good, recently confirmed Lutheran, the seeds had been planted for a multi-cultural, multi-faith awareness and appreciation. 

And didn’t John Lennon’s “Imagine” just pave the way for progressive Christianity? It even spoke to those who choked on the line about “no religion too.” This may seem to be the anthem of the ‘spiritual but not religious, but as far as I’m concerned, even those of us who are ‘religious’ needn’t stumble over these sentiments. I have much more in common with them than with many orthodox doctrines and creeds. 

As I look back on the fifty years since the Beatles burst into my consciousness and on the twenty-five years since my ordination, I can see a wonderful blending of these two worlds.  I’ve realized that I came of age in a social/political/ spiritual milieu heavily influenced by the music and personalities of the Beatles. When I went to seminary, I learned how to be a good orthodox pastor, but again, the seeds of progressive Christianity had been planted.

Now I’ve come back full-circle. I’m grateful for my theological education that’s given me the skill to articulate my own understandings about God and Jesus, about other religions, about spirituality, about politics and social justice. I’m also grateful that I did come of age in a time when “All You Need Is Love” was taken absolutely seriously.  Of course, I’m well aware of the flaws of the very-human Beatles and the naiveté of the flower children of the late 60s. However, I’m also aware of a magical, mystical interweaving of theologically-trained hippiedom.

Last week’s 50th anniversary tribute took me righty back to sitting in front of the black and white TV in the house where I grew up. I’ve been listening to and singing Beatles songs ever since. George’s birthday is coming up. My teeny-bopper friends and I used to have birthday parties for all the lads. Maybe I’ll have one this  year, too.

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But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you will join us
And the world will live as one

Hallelujah! 
Hare Krishna!

Posted by: Susan Strouse | February 8, 2014

Pete Seeger or Bob Dylan: America’s True Folk Hero?

‘Twas a memorable week for folk music. On the same day I watched the live stream of the Peter Seeger tribute held in Berkeley, I also saw Bob Dylan’s Super Bowl commercial. The juxtaposition of the two 60s icons was just too bizarre for words.

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On the one hand, a memorial to a man who lived his ideals and leaves behind a legacy of love and social action. There’s a movement to have the new Tappan Zee Bridge across the Hudson River named for this man who was the inspiration and driving force behind the river’s cleanup. Personally I think they should rename the river itself. I mean what’s Henry Hudson done for us lately?

On the other hand, there’s Bob Dylan, who chose to use his voice to speak out for the good old American Way (and oh, by the way, buy a Chrysler). Oh, the  heartbreak! I wonder if Tom Paxton (another folk hero) will rework his old song from 1980 “I’m Changing My Name to Chrysler” to reflect Dylan’s new identity as a corporate shill.

Yes, it true, Bob Dylan’s life, career and personality have all gone through a lot of inconsistent changes. His latest incarnation isn’t a total shock. Which is why, I think, Pete Seeger stands out as the true folk hero of our day. He never wavered in his commitment to the values which he sang, worked and lived.

Last week in church we read the Beatitudes and I reflected how hard it is to really live the values that Jesus lays out in that sermon. Yet I can’t think of anyone in my lifetime who embodied those values, including the part about begin persecuted for righteous sake, more than Pete Seeger.

Pete was probably one of those “spiritual but not religious” folks we talk about today. He said once in an interview that he used to say he was an atheist, but not anymore. “According to my definition of God, I’m not an atheist. Because I think God is everything. Whenever I open my eyes I’m looking at God. Whenever I’m listening to something I’m listening to God.”

To paraphrase his version of Old Time Religion, “It’s good enough for me.”

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In fact, I’d love to see Pete included in a new version of the book A Passion for Life, which includes icons of such modern-day saints like Dorothy Day, Martin Luther King, Jr. and Oscar Romero. Wouldn’t it be great to see Pete with his banjo that says “This Machine Surrounds Hate and Forces It to Surrender” on the cover of the updated edition?

I can’t think of a better way to honor this man. Well, except to continue to live the values, do the work and sing the songs he taught us.

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Rest in peace, Pete and Toshi.

41TRyl9jC-L._SY344_PJlook-inside-v2,TopRight,1,0_SH20_BO1,204,203,200_Robert (“Obie”) Holmen has written a comprehensive history of the struggle for full inclusion of LGBT clergy within mainline churches (or ecumenical Protestantism, a term Holmen has adopted). The denominations covered include the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America (of which I’m a member). The United Church of Christ, the Episcopal Church, the Presbyterian Church (USA) and the United Methodist Church.

Naturally, I had to turn to the ELCA section first, since my congregation figures prominently in its story. First United was expelled from the ELCA in 1996 for calling and extraordinarily ordaining the Rev. Jeff Johnson, an openly gay seminarian whose approval for ordination had been rescinded by the newly formed ELCA’s policy of exclusion. While I obviously was not the pastor at the time of the ordination or the trial and expulsion, I was part of First United’s decision-making process to rejoin the ELCA after the policy change in 2009. In doing so, I’d say we answered CBS reporter John Blackstone’s question at the time of the extra ordinem ordinations (quoted by Holmen): “Are they out of step with their church or a step ahead?” Even though I know the story, I was engrossed by Holmen’s telling of it, with stories about and by the key players, as well as constitutional and procedural data. 

But the value of this book goes well beyond my own personal interest. I was intrigued by the accounts of the other denominations as well. By reading these extremely well documented accounts of each denomination, one can understand better the struggles of each to address this issue within the confines of its polity. We are not all alike in how we make decisions. For example, Holmen describes the culture clash between emerging American values and those of the third-world, which has particularly affected the Methodists’ process of full inclusion.

I also appreciated Holmen’s attention to the interconnectedness of the struggles for LGBT ordination and the ordination of women. He posits that misogyny and homophobia are two sides of the same sociological coin, and that in a patriarchal system such as traditional Christianity, the two are yoked as a paired tandem. Therefore, the two movements should naturally be supportive of each other.

Interestingly, I’ve seen this played out in the ELCA, which has a quota system that mandates equal female participation at synod assemblies, etc. Holmen cites statistical evidence that women, and especially women clergy, tend to be more progressive than their male counterparts. This has meant that the increased role of women in leadership positions has moved the church in a more progressive direction. Conservative commentators concur, railing against the quota system as a contributing factor in the vote that allowed LGBT clergy in 2009.

Speaking of conservatives, I also found the accounts of the “gatekeeper organizations” fascinating. Included are not only those within each denomination, but also outside organizations, such as the Institute for Religion and Democracy, a neo-conservative “think tank,” which works to blunt the progressive influence of the ecumenical churches.

All in all, this is both a must-have reference book and a good read. There’s a lot of blow-by-blow information about constitutional wrangling that’s useful for understanding how these decisions are made. But there’s also a wealth of personal stories of the women and men who have lived and served in the midst of these wranglings. We owe it to them to hear their stories, honor their witness and move the church forward in the on-going quest for liberation and the full inclusion of all people.

Posted by: Susan Strouse | January 25, 2014

My Word for the New Year: Wellness

wordI’m way behind on making my New Years resolutions. Except I don’t make New Years resolutions. Instead, for the past several years I’ve taken on the practice of asking for a word for the coming year.

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The practice comes from the tradition of pilgrims of ancient days  going out to the desert mothers and fathers to ask for a word on which to reflect. (My thanks to Christine Valters Paintner of the Abbey of the Arts for this.)

Last year, in the midst of a traumatic move, the word that “shimmered” (as Christine describes) was “Sanctuary.” I became aware of the very deep need I have for a safe, secure, quite and contemplative place that is all my own. And I went about creating such a space. It didn’t happen overnight. Just because the word appears, it doesn’t mean that all of a sudden the challenges go away. My word will continue to both nourish and challenge me – even when the year is over and a new word appears.

This year, my word is “Wellness.” Since the end of summer, I’ve been plagued with some aggravating health issues. It started with an infected tooth, which led to three root canals within a week. I thought that was the end of it, but the week after my dental disaster, I was in a car accident. The car was totaled, but I was OK – or so I thought. But then I started having outbreaks of hives.  I developed a bunch of food allergies. Then my right shoulder began to hurt – a lot. My chiropractor kept working me over, promising that I would eventually get better. I admit that I had my doubts. But I am finally seeing some improvement.

Still, I’ve learned something in the midst of all this. Last week at an interfaith retreat at the Integral Yoga Institute, I heard a very timely story about Swami Satchidananda, the founder of Integral Yoga. Once, when he  was speaking to a group of medical students, someone asked him about the difference between illness and wellness. The swami went to the board at the front of the room and wrote “Illness” and “Wellness.” Then he circled the I in “Illness” and the We in “Wellness.”

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Ta da! When “I” becomes “We,” illness becomes wellness. It might sound simplistic, a lovely saying to post on your Pinterest board. But it really struck me, especially since I’ve been wrestling with health issues AND “Wellness” had already shimmered before me as my word for this year.

What I believe has been revealed to me is my need to allow others into my struggles, to give up my addiction to self-sufficiency and to really and truly accept the fact of our interdependency. Not an easy lesson to learn! One of my mother’s classic sayings was “It’s a great life if you don’t weaken” and I learned early on that one did not admit to weakness.

So my New Years challenge will be to undo that flawed wisdom and to embrace the wisdom of true wellness – even when I’m hurting. So here we are. We’re all in this together – in sickness and in health, so to speak.

Word.

Posted by: Susan Strouse | January 18, 2014

Holy Communion for Interfaith Ministers???

imagesToday I taught a class on Holy Communion. Big deal, you might say. Isn’t that what most pastors do at some time or another?

True. But today I taught the class at the Chaplaincy Institute (ChI) in Berkeley. ChI is an interfaith seminary, which prepares people for either ordination as an Interfaith minister and chaplain or certification as an Interfaith Spiritual Director.

My assignment as a guest faculty member was to teach the history of the Christian sacrament of Holy Communion and assist the students in creating their own rituals that would be authentic for both them and the people to whom they minister.

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The history part was fairly easy, if complicated. How to distill 2000+ years of development into a power point presentation? But we covered it: from the Jewish roots of the Eucharist, through the ‘Real Presence’ debates,  to the new controversy of (wait for it) on-line Communion.

The more challenging task was to bring all this into practice in an interfaith setting, such as a hospital or nursing home. The students themselves represented a wide range of backgrounds: practicing and non-practicing Catholics, current and former Christians of various kinds, adherents of Buddhism, Judaism, Goddess religion and Creation spirituality. All were concerned with being knowledgeable and respectful of this sacred tradition, while also being true to their own beliefs or non-beliefs.

They asked great questions (I was grateful that most of what they wanted to know was in my presentation) and offered valuable insights. But probably the best parts of the day were things that I had not planned at all.

First was the role play. I’d intended for them to write their own liturgies. I handed out a bunch of samples – from traditional to contemporary – and gave them time to look them over and discuss them in pairs. But when I asked if they were ready to begin writing, I saw that “deer in the headlights” look and changed course. I offered to do a role play, with me as the chaplain and a student as a hospital patient. “Mary” bravely volunteered. While praying with my “patient,” I felt the other students watching intently, not just as observers of a role play, but as participants in a holy and pastoral encounter. It was moving for me, and I know it was moving for “Mary” because I saw tears running down her cheeks as I offered her the bread and wine.  This experience really opened up the conversation to wonderful questions and insights and ideas.

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(They especially were impressed with my handy-dandy portable home Communion kit, as old and beat up as it is!)

The second wonderful thing that happened was that, as the afternoon was winding down, I asked what else they needed: more question and answer, more role play? One of the students, a Buddhist, immediately spoke up and asked if we could have Communion together. I must admit I was somewhat taken aback. I hadn’t expected that, even though I had set out a loaf of bread and a chalice on a tablecloth in the front of the room. So we were good to go.

I also had included the Communion liturgy that we had used at First United this summer, which is very inclusive and interfaith-friendly.

I was delighted that that was the one they wanted to use. And so we did, standing in a circle and joining in this ancient rite of fellowship, thanksgiving, hospitality, love, acceptance and healing. It was lovely.

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I’d been kind of nervous about teaching this class. But I don’t think it could have gone any better, thanks to the openness of the students. Their gracious comments after class were very affirming. Especially the one from a former Lutheran, who said “I think I’d like your church!”

We’ll see what the evaluations say. In any event, I had a great time. And I hope I’m asked back to do it again.

Posted by: Susan Strouse | January 11, 2014

Teaching Pluralism for Pastors: My Week at Seminary

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One of my dreams came true this past week. I had been invited to co-teach a January term class on collaborative leadership at the Lutheran seminary in Berkeley. The class, entitled The Alchemy of Power & Grace, has been taught for a number of years by my dear friend Kathleen Hurty, one of the women behind the Occupy Your Sacred Self event this past fall. She very graciously offered me a whole day within the week-long class to present my schtick on pastoral leadership from an interfaith perspective.

I was nervous,  even though I’m convinced that helping leaders of congregations work through issues that arise from our religiously diverse context is essential – and that seminaries should be providing this guidance.

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I was thrilled when Kathleen received an email from Wesley Ariarajah in response to our query about one of his books. Dr. Ariarajah, a Methodist minister from Sri Lanka, former staff member for the World Council of Churches, and now a professor at Drew University said:

I think a course like this is perhaps the most needed in our seminaries.  The kind of leadership and how it is exercised has become such a crucial issue in our day both in the churches and in the community at large. We need to train “Leaders for the Community” who would also be ministers of the church, mainly because of the issues raised by religious pluralism and the secular impact.

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Then a quote from one of Kathleen’s assignments by Katherine Rhodes Henderson (God’s Troublemakers: How Women of Faith Are Changing the World):

How our religions relate to each other is the most important issue for the future.  It is essential that we support religious leaders of all kinds – emerging ones and those long in practice – in developing an awareness of other traditions. A single comparative religious survey course will not suffice.

Again: yes!!!

Still I was nervous. How would a group of theology students receive what I had to say?

I didn’t have to worry long. The students were amazingly receptive, with stimulating insights and astute questions that fueled a lively discussion. The only problem: a day was not enough. Whether it was P.T. Barnum or Walt Disney who said, “Always leave them wanting more,” it’s a good bit of advice.

Feedback from the class was very positive and included hopes that I would consider offering a full-semester course.  I responded with the hope that they’d include that on their evaluation for the seminary (actually I said, “From your lips to the seminary’s ears”). Because I would love to do just that!

So I’m putting my hopes out there as a prayer, an intention, a vision. I do so feeling wonderfully affirmed, both by a respected colleague and teacher and by newly emerging church leaders that I’m on the right track and have something of value to offer.

Maybe someday I’ll even get that book written.

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Posted by: Susan Strouse | January 3, 2014

An Elephant, a Giraffe and a Zebra Walk into a Stable

IMG_0529When I first purchased my new salt glaze pottery Nativity set two years ago, I was surprised to find some unusual figures in the stable. Along with Mary and Joseph and the baby Jesus were the traditional complement of cows and sheep. But wonder of wonders, there were also two (oversize) ducks!

I’ve come to love those big old ducks in the stable. Once I got over thinking I had to take the Nativity literally, I really started getting into the spirit of the story (which is the point, right?!)

This year, I was delighted to find, on one of my nocturnal eBay crawls, some new critters for the stable:

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an elephant

a giraffe

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and a zebra!

My best Christmas present to myself this year, for sure. Notice that they’re not proportionate in size either – must be something about folk art. But again, how appropriate is that?!

We’re all gathered in the stable, the whole range of human and non-human diversity big and small, where we seek an encounter with the Holy.

And still to come – the Magi, to guide us into Epiphany, into light, into dreams, into revelations of Holy Presence.

Such a magi-cal season. How blessed are we to have twelve whole days to take it all in – and then another whole season more! Blessed Epiphany, everyone!

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Posted by: Susan Strouse | December 21, 2013

The Pain of Being Unconnected

imagesLast week my laptop became confused. All that appeared on the screen was a big flashing question mark. I called Applecare. First thing out of the tech guy’s mouth: is all your data backed up? Uh oh, this didn’t sound good. His diagnosis: my laptop couldn’t find its operating system; it was unable to connect  His recommendation: make an appointment at the Apple Genius Bar.

These people really are geniuses (although you don’t have to know a whole lot about how computers work for me to think you’re a genius). Drew gave me the same diagnosis: My Mac was disoriented; it couldn’t connect. Best case scenario: it was just a cable that had come loose and that was easy to fix. Worst case: the hard drive was fried and would have to be replaced, and I’d lose any data that I hadn’t backed up.

My Mac is still under warranty, so this wasn’t a big financial deal. The big deal came as Drew was writing up the work order and said, “You’ll need to leave it here for a few days.”

Oh, gasp! What would I do when I couldn’t play Words with Friends while watching TV? Or write my blog in bed? Or check Facebook while writing my sermon? I was astonished at how dependent I’ve become on my laptop. Being disconnected was not a good feeling.

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The good news is that it was just the cable. All is well. I picked up my laptop today from the Apple store and am now ensconced on the sofa with the Mac on my lap, my other laptop (Onyx the Queen of Everything) having graciously agreed to move to my side.  I am once more connected.

But the disquieting experience of disconnectedness reminded me of something I once read by John Dominic Crossan. As a result of many hours spent waiting in airports and searching for electrical outlets to recharge his Mac (which he claims he chose because the Bible says ‘those who look through the windows see dimly’ – Eccl. 12:3), he found a metaphor for prayer.

In that metaphor “we are all laptops, and prayer is about empowerment by participation in and collaboration with God.”

In another place, Crossan refers to worship, asking;  “Are we like laptop computers that need regularly if not permanently to be plugged into a power-source? Plugged in, that is, to the very character or spirit of  . . . God?”

And in another: “All we laptops have to do is find an outlet and plug ourselves in.”***

He definitely spends too much time at the airport! But after my few days of being Mac-less,  I get what he’s saying. It doesn’t feel good to be disconnected, unplugged from the Divine Source. It hurts when my battery is depleted and I can’t get recharged or reconnected. I’m disempowered when a cable goes bad and all I get on the screen of my psyche is a big flashing question mark.

And this isn’t just a Christian thing or even necessarily a ‘religious’ thing. ‘Spiritual’ might cover it. But I think it’s bigger than those words, in the sense that we want to be connected to something Bigger, to a hard drive that never goes bad, never loses power. My connection, my cable might need some work now and then (well, pretty often, actually), but the hard drive will never fail.

The challenge for us today us to find those places to plug in (or, if you’re a religious leader: to provide those places).

  • Where have you found your connection to the Divine Source?
  • What advice could you give someone looking for a way to get plugged in?
  • How can the church do a better job of being like electrical outlets?

***First Light: Jesus and the Kingdom of God
      The Greatest Prayer: Rediscovering the Revolutionary Message of the Lord’s Prayer

Posted by: Susan Strouse | December 14, 2013

Happy Holidays, for X sake!

I have just two words for the “news” commentators whipping up the “war on Christmas” frenzy: Shut Up! 

Oooh, not very Christ-like, I know. Or maybe it is. Picture Jesus turning over the money changers’ tables. I, too, am pissed off at the corruption of a spiritual tradition by political and corporate interests. Especially when there are so many reasons we need to be focused on the real message hidden away under the craziness of the season.

A case in point: a colleague walked into my office this week, and everything about his body language said that he was carrying a heavy load of something. He told me that a friend back East had been in a serious car crash when his car spun out on an icy road. He’d sustained some minor injuries, but his wife had been killed.

This was a heavy load. But there was more to it.  Not only was he feeling grief and the usual worry about what he could possibly say or do for his friend, he was also asking some bigger questions. One of them was how to reconcile a tragedy like this with the season of Christmas. It’s all about peace and joy, right? The birth of hope and promise. What do you do when a tragedy makes a mockery of the bright and shiny lights, glittery gifts and even our songs of “Joy to the World?”

During our conversation, I shared my story of the Christmas of 1995, when three people close to me died within days of each other. The closest was my 19-year-old nephew, Kris, who died on St. Nicholas Day. I drove back home to be with my family, only to be greeted with the news of the imminent death of the 5-year-old son of friends in NJ from meningitis. That was followed by the (not unexpected) death of a family friend from cancer. As overwhelming as it all was, I appreciated being asked to co-officiate at her funeral.

In my homily I described my drive from Buffalo to Philadelphia, in which I’d had five hours to think about what I could possibly say to my brother and sister-in-law. The thing that kept running through my head, over and over again, was, “God, be with them; God, be with them; God, be with them; God, be with them; God, be with them; God, be with them.”

But it wasn’t until I was working on the homily that light finally dawned. God with them. God with us. Emmanuel. God with us. Wow! The whole thing about Christmas is to remind us that God is with us.  Even in the midst of exile, oppression, pain and death. Especially in the midst of exile, oppression, pain and death.

Did this revelation take away the grief of that weekend and beyond? No. Christmas isn’t about denial. Does it make us passive, waiting for God’s intervention in fixing the causes of oppression, pain and death? No. Christmas is about peacemaking and justice-building. But when tragedy intrudes in our holiday festivities, we can fall back on the simple truth of God-with-us. We can rest and cry in the gentle arms of Love.

So again I say to the “War on Christmas” noisemakers: Shut up. It’s not about Happy Holidays or Merry Christmas. But this time, I say it with a little more kindness. As in, shut up and listen for the voice of Emmanuel, whispering “I am with you.”

O Come, O Come, Emmanuel!

Posted by: Susan Strouse | December 7, 2013

St. Nicholas: Pawn Star?

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Yesterday (December 6) was the Feast of St. Nicholas on the Christian church calendar. It was also International Pawnbrokers’ Day. What, you might ask, do those two events have in common? If St. Nick is the prototype for Santa Claus, then he’s all about Christmas: shopping, buying, giving and getting stuff. Pawnbrokers, on the other hand, are there for those unfortunate ones who can’t afford to buy presents, who in fact have to get rid of stuff in order to get by.

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But here’s the thing: St. Nicholas is the patron saint of pawnbrokers. As historians tell it, Nicholas, bishop of Myra in the 4th century was known for his generosity to the poor; he would leave anonymous gifts for people in need. The story is often told of how he saved a poor man’s daughters from being sold into servitude by throwing three bags of gold into the father’s window at night. The three bags of gold became the international symbol of pawn brokers. Ta da!

Now I’ve known about St. Nicholas for a long time. But it’s been only in the last 10 years that I’ve become much more knowledgeable about pawnbroking. And no, I’ve never watched even one episode of Pawn Stars, the reality TV show that features a modern-day pawn shop in Las Vegas. My knowledge base comes from editing Pawnbroking and the Working Class in Victorian London: 1850-1914 by Roger Creet, a member of First United.
If you haven’t seen the story on NBC’s Bay Area Proud, here’s the link http://www.nbcbayarea.com/news/local/SF-Church-Helps-Elderly-Man-Achieve-Lifes-Goal-233022391.html.

This project took a long time to be born and I give credit to St. Nicholas for helping out. Back in December of 2010, when hopes of convincing a university to grant a PhD to Roger had been dashed), I wrote in this very blog:

I am out of ideas. John (I gave him a pseudonym back then) is now in his 80s, so we don’t have the luxury of time.
So I am appealing to St. Nicholas, patron saint of pawnbrokers (and their social historians) to help us find a way through this dilemma and bring John a Ph.D.  Or at least an idea of how to proceed. 

St. Nicholas Day is December 6th.  I’m going to put my shoes outside my door the night before and hope for a miracle. 
In this Advent season of hope, it’s the best I can do.

And Advent hope came through. Yeah, a bunch of people were instrumental in making it happen. But isn’t that how God works – through us? While giving us the extra umph that we often need to keep on going when the way forward looks bleak and even impossible?

Yep.

                               So as the second week of Advent approaches, I’m giving thanks for St. Nicholas: Pawn Star!

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