Saturday, April 15, 2017

BE-LOVING LIFE


I woke early greeted by a dawn ablaze with hope and gratitude. It’s so good to be alive! In spite of overwhelming concerns and problems swirling around me, my little brush with mortality reminds me that life is a precious gift to be treasured and savored.

Opening the pantry to get the makings for coffee, I was confronted with a chaotic mess. Cans and boxes were randomly piled on top of each other, some falling on the floor as I reached for the coffee filters. What had previously felt like a chore now seemed an opportunity. Alternately sipping coffee and sorting through the bounty in front of me, I sent up a thank you.

Why did it take a serious illness to remind me life is precious? Why have I allowed myself to be sidetracked by things over which I have no control? Why when I claim to serve a God who cares for me do make myself sick with worry? Why do I find it so hard to trust that God is in control? Why have I allowed myself to be infected by the hate and polarization swirling around us? Why is it so hard to accept that His time is not my time; His will not my will? How dare I think I know what is best for others when I don’t know what is best for myself? Why am I such a control freak? Why can’t I just accept that the only person I can change is myself? I whisper a favorite prayer phrase, “O Radiant One, my small ego unravels in you.”

I put on my coat and go for a walk. My hair swirls in a spring tinged breeze. I laugh out loud. I see a friend walking toward me. “I’ve been praying for you,” she says. I hug her. “Thank you. Your prayers are working.”

Coming home I grab a cup of coffee and open one of the three books I am currently reading. I am blown away by a new word that describes this swelling appreciation for a functioning body. “Beloving.” The difference between believing and beloving is one letter.

We put so much focus on ideas, ideologies, beliefs and so little on action. It is not enough for me to believe in God; I have to believe God, do and be what he says. I have to be-love this gift of life. Be his caring, his concern for this beautiful world, be his hands and feet, his hymn of praise, love, and gratitude. There is little reason to believe a Heaven exists once I die if I discredit and abuse this our Heaven on Earth. Faith without works is dead for faith is not about the future, but now. The Kingdom of Heaven is now. It comes as we be-love each other and life. If I want forgiveness I must be forgiveness. If I want affirmation I must be affirming. If I want peace and security I must be peaceful and tolerant. If I want justice, I must be just. If I want clean air and water I must thoughtfully be-love this earth.


Savoring my recovery I vow to be-love to this life. I renounce power, possessions and prestige. I vow to spend what time I have left to be a loving beloved.

DEALING WITH OUR FEARS

 A recent illness reminded me that I need to practice what I preach. I need to deal with my fears and stresses rather than stuffing them and literally making myself sick! So I will readily admit that the current political climate has literally sickened me...especially in the ways it is dividing our beloved country. My heart aches when I read some of the letters in our little paper that spew hate.

As a flawed individual I am aware of my own pettiness and judgmentalism. A part of me empathizes with those who write vitriolic letters. I am also tempted to shut out those who disagrees with me. But that just keeps me from understanding how and why others feel as they do. Much as we long for simple solutions that shut out the world, that is not possible. I, too, wish for a strong leader to come and save us from ourselves, for simple solutions to complex problems. I understand that much of our polarization and political polarization comes from fear and longing for a better life but I also believe we all have more in common than we think be we right or left, conservative or progressive.

Perhaps it’s the gift of age, but I have no patience with hate, racism, homophobia, religious bigotry or other forms of intolerance. My goal for 2017 is to to step out of my comfort zone and listen, accept, and love those with whom I differ. When I take a stand on issues I want to do so in ways that value those with whom I disagree.

My recent medical challenges remind me that good intentions are never enough. If I am to change the deeply entrenched fears that are making me sick, I need to work Step One. Admit I am powerless over the negativity and fear that is sweeping our world. I must pray for the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. In the end the only thing I can change is myself and how I am reacting to what is going on. I can choose to transform my fears into faith and do what I can to make the world a gentler place. It is not enough to write about tolerance and acceptance; I must practice those virtues by getting to know those who really push my buttons, just as I must gently speak out when I hear vitriolic comments that demean others.

When we hate and are afraid it is hard to be open and caring. It’s easy to get caught up in “my way or the highway” thinking; to assume that my position is the right one and condemn and demean the other. But being inflexible will only make things worse. We all want to feel safe and secure. Thus being tolerant, open, and loving being willing to compromise actually makes us safer for it opens the way for positive change. Anytime we can turn an enemy into a friend we all are safer and secure. As Martin Luther King said “love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend. We never get rid of an enemy by meeting hate with hate; we get rid of an enemy by getting rid of enmity.” (Strength to Love 1963.)

Joyce Shutt is the pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church. You can read her 12 step blog at stepstohope.weebly.com.






Our religious and political identity is forged early in life by our families, the area of the country, churches and social groups we grew up in. Our ideas about how things should be were shaped long before we got old enough to challenge these assumptions. Acceptance or rejection is deeply conditioned. Most of us unconsciously filter out anything that doesn’t support our deeply held beliefs and assumptions.

Much as I like to think of myself as a free thinker, I am a Mennonite and an advocate for peace and justice because I grew up in a family that taught and lived those values. Some of my earliest memories are sitting on my dad’s lap and listening to the grown-ups talk. While mother would fix the meals and serve as hostess, Dad and his friends reveled in theological, political, and social justice debates and discussions. But they also fleshed out their words with specific actions.

Fairfield Mennonite was founded in 1927 by a group of college educated men and women who no longer fit into a more conservative church intent with protecting established church traditions and doctrines. I was taught to question and believe something only if it made sense, not “just because.” From it’s inception, FMC brought in speakers from other states and countries. The adult discussion group with its dedication to tolerance, freedom of thought, and community service has shaped both the congregation and my life.

My attitudes toward public service were instilled in early childhood. During WWII, I played under the big tables at church while the women knotted comforters, rolled bandages for the troops and hospitals, packed relief, Christmas, and food parcels for war victims. The women canned food for the county home. FMC helped start Child Welfare or what is now called Children and Youth. It built the community hall in Fairfield. It’s been instrumental in starting and shaping the Fairfield Food Pantry as an ecumenical pantry. 57 years ago it started the International Gift Festival whose proceeds go to the artisans, not church coffers. This explains much about who I am and why I write the kind of columns I do.

Acknowledging how our political and religious leanings are determined early in life helps me understand why we vote the way we do or advocate specific public policies. Each of us processes information and facts based on our fundamental sense of who we were and are, where we came from, which party we support, etc. Yet this should never be used as an excuse for not being thoughtful. We all need to constantly challenge our basic premises and be willing to grow and change.

Our polarized society needs to stop blaming or judging “the other.” We need to listen to each others stories and views without judging, demeaning, or automatically rejecting them. We must discard the win/lose, right/wrong mentality. Instead we must seek out places where our ideas and hopes overlap, even as we disagree on other issues. Most of all, we must find those areas of agreement which are there, and then work together in those areas. By so doing we will lose our fear of “the other” and discover friends and allies. Together we can build a better America.

Joyce Shutt is the pastor emeritus of The Fairfield Mennonite Church. She writes a daily blog, stepstohope.weebly.com.


Many of us woke up the day after the election either ecstatic or saddened, but even so, life goes on. True, our neighborhoods are no longer comprised of people who look the same or speak the same languages. Many jobs will never come back and the soil under our feet shakes with unrest. While our tendency is to resist change, our only real option is to accept diversity is here to stay. We may not like it, but the genie is out of the bottle.

President Obama, in his farewell address, challenged us to fight the monsters of hatred, violence, and exclusion that appear to be deeply planted in the soul of our nation. We thought we knew each other, but fear and other divisive events have shown otherwise. Now it is up to us to find a way to work together, which we will eventually do, because that is who we are, and because democracies exist only when everyone works for the common good.

How do we do this? By letting go of our longing for a simpler past. Those days are gone. We must acknowledge the hard reality that our economy will never go back to the 1950’s, that we are caught up in the inevitable changes that come with the technological and instant communication revolution.

Perhaps the most important step we can take is to stop seeing anyone who disagrees with us or belongs to a different political party, religion, or race as “the enemy.” Instead of exaggerating our differences let’s focus on our shared goals and dreams, our shared humanity. Let’s start by letting go of the illusion that in order to be happy and safe, things must go my way.
Acceptance and cooperation doesn’t mean we agree with or condone everything, but instead of trying to turn back the clock, retreating into nationalism and isolationism, we can seek ways of working together for the common good. We can find viable solutions to the many problems facing our nation and world. Ironically, blaming “the other” or immigrants for the economic upheaval and social unrest only creates more unrest and fear.

We can start working for change here Adams County by insisting that our local, state and national elected officials work together to find solutions instead of blaming the other party and playing party politics. Instead of focusing on fear and exclusion, we can demand a positive dynamic of cooperation that will ripple outward from us. By fighting for changes in the ways voting districts are gerrymandered, we open the way for better voter representation and less bitterness, no matter who is in office. We can become good neighbors, especially to those who speak a different language or practice a different religion. By welcoming newcomers or “the other” into our communities, we not only help them feel wanted, safe, and secure, but we create an environment where we will feel safer ourselves….because the stranger has become a friend.

Democrat or Republican, white, black, brown or yellow, straight, gay, legal, illegal, Christian, Jew, Muslim, Buddhist, or Hindu, we can do this. We can affirm our common humanity, our shared hopes and dreams for a safe and sane future for our children and ourselves. It won’t be easy for it will require forgiveness and even admitting we are wrong, at times. But we can do this. The fate of America and the world depends on it.


Joyce Shutt is the pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church. She also has a blog at stepstohope.weebly.com,

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Practicing Gratitude

I woke early greeted by a dawn ablaze with hope and gratitude. It’s so good to be alive! In spite of overwhelming concerns and problems swirling around me, my little brush with mortality reminds me that life is a precious gift to be treasured and savored.

Opening the pantry to get the makings for coffee, I was confronted with a chaotic mess. Cans and boxes were randomly piled on top of each other, some falling on the floor as I reached for the coffee filters. What had previously felt like a chore now seemed an opportunity. Alternately sipping coffee and sorting through the bounty in front of me, I sent up a thank you.

Why did it take a serious illness to remind me life is precious? Why have I allowed myself to be sidetracked by things over which I have no control? Why when I claim to serve a God who cares for me do make myself sick with worry? Why do I find it so hard to trust that God is in control? Why have I allowed myself to be infected by the hate and polarization swirling around us? Why is it so hard to accept that His time is not my time; His will not my will? How dare I think I know what is best for others when I don’t know what is best for myself? Why am I such a control freak? Why can’t I just accept that the only person I can change is myself? I whisper a favorite prayer phrase, “O Radiant One, my small ego unravels in you.”

I put on my coat and go for a walk. My hair swirls in a spring tinged breeze. I laugh out loud. I see a friend walking toward me. “I’ve been praying for you,” she says. I hug her. “Thank you. Your prayers are working.”

Coming home I grab a cup of coffee and open one of the three books I am currently reading. I am blown away by a new word that describes this swelling appreciation for a functioning body. “Beloving.” The difference between believing and beloving is one letter.

We put so much focus on ideas, ideologies, beliefs and so little on action. It is not enough for me to believe in God; I have to believe God, do and be what he says. I have to be-love this gift of life. Be his caring, his concern for this beautiful world, be his hands and feet, his hymn of praise, love, and gratitude. There is little reason to believe a Heaven exists once I die if I discredit and abuse this our Heaven on Earth. Faith without works is dead for faith is not about the future, but now. The Kingdom of Heaven is now. It comes as we be-love each other and life. If I want forgiveness I must be forgiveness. If I want affirmation I must be affirming. If I want peace and security I must be peaceful and tolerant. If I want justice, I must be just. If I want clean air and water I must thoughtfully be-love this earth.

Savoring my recovery I vow to be-love to this life. I renounce power, possessions and prestige. I vow to spend what time I have left to be a loving beloved.

Joyce Shutt is pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church. You can follow her blog at stepstohope.weebly.com.

Letting Go

A recent illness reminded me that I need to practice what I preach. I need to deal with my fears and stresses rather than stuffing them and literally making myself sick! So I will readily admit that the current political climate has literally sickened me...especially in the ways it is dividing our beloved country. My heart aches when I read some of the letters in our little paper that spew hate.

As a flawed individual I am aware of my own pettiness and judgmentalism. A part of me empathizes with those who write vitriolic letters. I am also tempted to shut out those who disagrees with me. But that just keeps me from understanding how and why others feel as they do. Much as we long for simple solutions that shut out the world, that is not possible. I, too, wish for a strong leader to come and save us from ourselves, for simple solutions to complex problems. I understand that much of our polarization and political polarization comes from fear and longing for a better life but I also believe we all have more in common than we think be we right or left, conservative or progressive.

Perhaps it’s the gift of age, but I have no patience with hate, racism, homophobia, religious bigotry or other forms of intolerance. My goal for 2017 is to to step out of my comfort zone and listen, accept, and love those with whom I differ. When I take a stand on issues I want to do so in ways that value those with whom I disagree.

My recent medical challenges remind me that good intentions are never enough. If I am to change the deeply entrenched fears that are making me sick, I need to work Step One. Admit I am powerless over the negativity and fear that is sweeping our world. I must pray for the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. In the end the only thing I can change is myself and how I am reacting to what is going on. I can choose to transform my fears into faith and do what I can to make the world a gentler place. It is not enough to write about tolerance and acceptance; I must practice those virtues by getting to know those who really push my buttons, just as I must gently speak out when I hear vitriolic comments that demean others.

When we hate and are afraid it is hard to be open and caring. It’s easy to get caught up in “my way or the highway” thinking; to assume that my position is the right one and condemn and demean the other. But being inflexible will only make things worse. We all want to feel safe and secure. Thus being tolerant, open, and loving being willing to compromise actually makes us safer for it opens the way for positive change. Anytime we can turn an enemy into a friend we all are safer and secure. As Martin Luther King said “love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend. We never get rid of an enemy by meeting hate with hate; we get rid of an enemy by getting rid of enmity.” (Strength to Love 1963.)

Joyce Shutt is the pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church. You can read her 12 step blog at stepstohope.weebly.com

Working Together

Many of us woke up the day after the election either ecstatic or saddened, but even so, life goes on. True, our neighborhoods are no longer comprised of people who look the same or speak the same languages. Many jobs will never come back and the soil under our feet shakes with unrest. While our tendency is to resist change, our only real option is to accept diversity is here to stay. We may not like it, but the genie is out of the bottle.

President Obama, in his farewell address, challenged us to fight the monsters of hatred, violence, and exclusion that appear to be deeply planted in the soul of our nation. We thought we knew each other, but fear and other divisive events have shown otherwise. Now it is up to us to find a way to work together, which we will eventually do, because that is who we are, and because democracies exist only when everyone works for the common good.

How do we do this? By letting go of our longing for a simpler past. Those days are gone. We must acknowledge the hard reality that our economy will never go back to the 1950’s, that we are caught up in the inevitable changes that come with the technological and instant communication revolution.

Perhaps the most important step we can take is to stop seeing anyone who disagrees with us or belongs to a different political party, religion, or race as “the enemy.” Instead of exaggerating our differences let’s focus on our shared goals and dreams, our shared humanity. Let’s start by letting go of the illusion that in order to be happy and safe, things must go my way.

Acceptance and cooperation doesn’t mean we agree with or condone everything, but instead of trying to turn back the clock, retreating into nationalism and isolationism, we can seek ways of working together for the common good. We can find viable solutions to the many problems facing our nation and world. Ironically, blaming “the other” or immigrants for the economic upheaval and social unrest only creates more unrest and fear.

We can start working for change here Adams County by insisting that our local, state and national elected officials work together to find solutions instead of blaming the other party and playing party politics. Instead of focusing on fear and exclusion, we can demand a positive dynamic of cooperation that will ripple outward from us. By fighting for changes in the ways voting districts are gerrymandered, we open the way for better voter representation and less bitterness, no matter who is in office. We can become good neighbors, especially to those who speak a different language or practice a different religion. By welcoming newcomers or “the other” into our communities, we not only help them feel wanted, safe, and secure, but we create an environment where we will feel safer ourselves….because the stranger has become a friend.

Democrat or Republican, white, black, brown or yellow, straight, gay, legal, illegal, Christian, Jew, Muslim, Buddhist, or Hindu, we can do this. We can affirm our common humanity, our shared hopes and dreams for a safe and sane future for our children and ourselves. It won’t be easy for it will require forgiveness and even admitting we are wrong, at times. But we can do this. The fate of America and the world depends on it.

Joyce Shutt is the pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church. She also has a blog at stepstohope.weebly.com

Thoughts on Religious and Political Identity

Our religious and political identity is forged early in life by our families, the area of the country, churches and social groups we grew up in. Our ideas about how things should be were shaped long before we got old enough to challenge these assumptions. Acceptance or rejection is deeply conditioned. Most of us unconsciously filter out anything that doesn’t support our deeply held beliefs and assumptions.

Much as I like to think of myself as a free thinker, I am a Mennonite and an advocate for peace and justice because I grew up in a family that taught and lived those values. Some of my earliest memories are sitting on my dad’s lap and listening to the grown-ups talk. While mother would fix the meals and serve as hostess, Dad and his friends reveled in theological, political, and social justice debates and discussions. But they also fleshed out their words with specific actions.

Fairfield Mennonite was founded in 1927 by a group of college educated men and women who no longer fit into a more conservative church intent with protecting established church traditions and doctrines. I was taught to question and believe something only if it made sense, not “just because.” From it’s inception, FMC brought in speakers from other states and countries. The adult discussion group with its dedication to tolerance, freedom of thought, and community service has shaped both the congregation and my life.

My attitudes toward public service were instilled in early childhood. During WWII, I played under the big tables at church while the women knotted comforters, rolled bandages for the troops and hospitals, packed relief, Christmas, and food parcels for war victims. The women canned food for the county home. FMC helped start Child Welfare or what is now called Children and Youth. It built the community hall in Fairfield. It’s been instrumental in starting and shaping the Fairfield Food Pantry as an ecumenical pantry. 57 years ago it started the International Gift Festival whose proceeds go to the artisans, not church coffers. This explains much about who I am and why I write the kind of columns I do.

Acknowledging how our political and religious leanings are determined early in life helps me understand why we vote the way we do or advocate specific public policies. Each of us processes information and facts based on our fundamental sense of who we were and are, where we came from, which party we support, etc. Yet this should never be used as an excuse for not being thoughtful. We all need to constantly challenge our basic premises and be willing to grow and change.

Our polarized society needs to stop blaming or judging “the other.” We need to listen to each others stories and views without judging, demeaning, or automatically rejecting them. We must discard the win/lose, right/wrong mentality. Instead we must seek out places where our ideas and hopes overlap, even as we disagree on other issues. Most of all, we must find those areas of agreement which are there, and then work together in those areas. By so doing we will lose our fear of “the other” and discover friends and allies. Together we can build a better America.

Joyce Shutt is the pastor emeritus of The Fairfield Mennonite Church. She writes a daily blog, stepstohope.weebly.com.



Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Reflections on THE FREE STATE OF JONES

The brutality and violence that permeates THE FREE STATE OF JONES utterly appalled me. In fact, I missed some of the movie because I had my eyes closed. I was horrified by the scenes of war. I was especially horrified by the lynching. I was horrified by the scenes of the Klu Klux Klan riding with their crosses, killing Negroes in the name of Christ! I am especially horrified knowing that such hates continues today and is being perpetuated by one of our candidates for president. I am horrified that we who call ourselves Christian continue to torture and kill others in Jesus Name.

I came away from the movie aware that it is not enough for me to say I am a Christian, or that I believe in Jesus as the Son of God. I must also believe him, believe what he said, believe that what he did also applies to me. Jesus lived his life among the poor, the outcast and the marginalized. He taught that those who hunger and thirst to see justice prevail will be satisfied. He blessed the peacemakers, not the war-mongers. He not only taught the love of God and love of neighbor, but he also taught us to love our enemies, to do good to those who hurt and misuse us!

While few of us know what it means to love our enemies, we can assume that at the very least it means do not kill them! Since those fateful days when Jesus said love your enemies the fundamental conflict between the world's way of dealing with enemies and Jesus' way keeps playing out in front of our eyes, generation after generation. Political ideologies and powers not only advocate war as the preferred method of problem solving but they insist that violence is redemptive. Given that Jesus did not call down Legions of Angels to protect and rescue him when he was so brutally tortured and crucified seems pretty clear that he advocated a different way and understood we can't have it both ways. One can't love and hate at the same time.

Either we believe his way works or we don't.

I know this column is not supposed to be overtly religious. Believe it or not, my intention is not to convert anyone to Christianity. Whether we are Christian, skeptic, Hindu, Moslem, agnostic, a Free Mason, whatever, society has come to see Jesus as one of the greatest moral and ethical influences of all time. So in the wake of THE FREE STATE OF JONES and all other movies that glorify violence and killing, I ask, “Are we willing to take the teachings and ethics of Jesus seriously? Are we willing to try another way, the way of treating our enemies with respect, of doing good to those who persecute us, that is loving them? And for those who loudly proclaim their desire to make America a truly Christian nation, my challenge is remains: put your money where your mouth is. It's not enough to believe in Jesus; we must also believe him and do as he said! Even when it means trying a different way.

Joyce Shutt is pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite church.

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Choose a better way


Can someone tell me why the San Bernadino shooting was more frightening than similar massacres in Auroa, Charlestown, Newtown? Why the hysteria over this particular shooting? What makes a hate crime by 2 radicalized Islamist fundamentalists worst than hate crimes committed by white racists, homophobes, or anti-government vigilantes? Aren't they just as random and unpredictable, their victims just as dead? Why the hysteria over San Bernadino when there were 110 other mass shootings in 2015? What makes a Muslim legally buying weapons and using them to kill innocents different from a white guy legally buying guns and killing innocent people? 

Please help me understand why we react differently to the horrible acts of ISIS than to the 30,000 plus Americans killed every year by gun violence. Yes, the radicalized hatred of ISIS is terrifying, but does that excuse us from ignoring those who die daily from gun violence perpetrated by non-Muslims here in the US? Does it give us the right to ignore the fact that more Americans have died by gun violence within our country since 1963 than American troops killed in all 20th century wars? 

How dare we make guns, gun rights, and profits more important than human life. How dare we allow the NRA to blackmail Congress into passing legislation making it illegal to collect data on gun deaths because they are terrified of what we might learn! How dare we point fingers at Muslims for being violent when we, the reported leaders of the world, kill more of our own people, incarcerate more of our citizens, and spend more on our military than the rest of the world combined?

And don't tell me I don't love America because I dare to challenge our gun addiction. In 1958 I spent a summer in post war Berlin chipping mortar off of bricks from bombed buildings so they could be re-used. Those were Cold War days when Russia defended it's many borders with troops and guns. I saw what walls can do! How people died trying to cross the Berlin Wall separating East from West. My visit in Soviet controlled East Berlin was a terrifying experience. I literally wept in appreciation when, passing through the final barrier, I saw our American flag. It's because I love American I can't condone our policies on immigration, guns, excuse racism, religious intolerance, fear mongering and zenophobia. We are better than that. We must be better than that!

Hate, racism, religious intolerance are choices we make that actually hinder our own freedoms. If we love our nation, we must look beyond our fears and longings for easy answers to real solutions: immigration reform, reforming our justice system, exercising our right to vote, focusing on the common good. We must demand more of ourselves, our public officials, our lawmakers. We can choose to find better solutions to the problems of gun violence and terrorism than blaming others or denying common sense solutions on the pretense that these somehow infringe on our constitutional rights. We can guarantee the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for all: white, black, brown, yellow or red, rich or poor, Christian, Hindu, Buddhist or Muslim. It won't be easy. We may have to change, but we can make people more important than guns and the world safer for everyone.

Joyce Shutt is pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church.




There are no simple solutions


To paraphrase Charles Dickens, “These are the best of times; these are the worst of times.” Fear of the unknown, fear for our security seems to be entangling and paralyzing our country. Yet there is so much for which to be thankful. We as human beings certainly are creative and resourceful enough to solve this problem of terrorism and gun violence if and when we choose to do so. It has been said that there are three parts to every problem. My part, your part and the relationship's part. Before we can do anything about truly rooting out terrorist threats we have to first acknowledge and then do something about changing the part we play. 

In the wake of the Colorado Springs and San Bernadino shootings I am reminded of Robinson Crusoe, shipwrecked on a deserted island. Instead of giving in to despair he assesses his situation. He's alive, has food. He's naked but warm, able to scavange and create what he needs from the island and the shipwreck. Most importantly, he encounters Friday who is definitely the other, the outsider: black, a stranger, speaking a different language, practicing vastly different customs. Yet by banding together they build a community and create a meaningful life for themselves.

Through the Marshall Plan, following WWII we helped rebuilt a damaged Europe and Japan, thus forging deep bonds with former enemies. Terrorism is a mind set that lurks in the hearts of human beings. It stems from fear, anger, hatred, misunderstanding, prejudice, discrimination, rejection, we must first look at ourselves, acknowledge and accept the part we have played and still play. As Pogo once said, “we have met the enemy, and it is us.” Playing the blame game simply guarantees an escalation of tension and attacks.

The Serenity Prayer tells us to pray for the serenity to accept the things we cannot change but to change the things we can. There definitely are things we can change that could alter the course we are currently on. We could make people more important than profits, guns, or “our right” to own military style weapons. That significant attitudinal and policy shift...people first...would enable us to change our focus from me and “my rights” to we and societies rights. For instance, in the wake of Australia's mass shooting they not only outlawed the sale of assault type guns, but instituted a massive buyback to reimburse citizens and get those guns off the streets. Since we are afraid of radical Islamists why do we sell them guns? Why do we export weapons as “foreign aid” instead of investing in aid that helps people, such as the millions of refugees? If we don't want Syrian refugees coming here then let's help those nations who are open to assisting them. Let's make health and educational resources, housing, equipement, food, agricultural, economic, and technological assistance available to host countries. Let's address people oriented solutions to develop trust and friendship.

Complex problems require complex solutions. Our first attempts to solve terrorist threats simply created more terrorism. What might happen if we invested as much thought, time, energy, and money in waging peace as we do in waging war? Dare we try?

Joyce Shutt is pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church








A Prayer for the New Year


A Prayer for the New Year

With the advent of a new year I am reminded of how fleeting our time on earth is. Instead of treasuring each day we worry about tomorrow, stew over the past, fill our moments with compulsive activity. It's hard to admit just how vulnerable we are human beings. Life is fragile and fleeting. How tragic that in our busyness we miss those special moments that could feed our souls and expand our hearts.

In 1989 I went into the hospital for fairly routine surgery; read and signed the papers that stated all the possible things that could go wrong, and quipped to my daughter, “No problem, Piece of cake.” Three major surgeries within 6 weeks and one code blue later, I emerged weaker but wiser.....and vastly more appreciative of the preciousness of life.

I no longer assume I’ll have a tomorrow. Each day is a gift. Rain or shine, cheerful or sad, difficult or easy, each day is a bonus. Knowing that I or one of my loved ones may die suddenly is one of the greatest gifts I gained from my hospital experience. Instead of making me fearful, my awareness of life's impermanence helps me appreciate and shape the time I have. It impels me to be grateful in and for all things. The very fragility with which I hold on to life motivates me to cherish each single moment, each sunrise, each bird song, each encounter with strangers or friends. I simply don't have time to be grumpy, ungrateful, or afraid.

I no longer feel compelled to save the world. I've released my need to be someone, to make a difference. I have my hands full, in the best sense of that metaphor, living one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time, responding to the inevitable hardships that guide me on my pathway toward inner contentment and peace. Peace comes, not from the absence of conflict, challenge, or pain, but by accepting and loving our difficult lives. Since there is little I can control or change I try to respond to life with as much courage and grace as I can muster.

Perception is reality and our language shapes our perceptions. That's one reason I find one particular translation of the Lord's Prayer from the Aramaic so enlightening and helpful. The startlingly different wording has opened me to faith, life and love in new and profound ways. What a beautiful prayer for the New Year, thus it is my gift to you as we welcome a new year.

O Birther; Father Mother of the Cosmos. Focus your light within us. Make it useful. Create your reign of unity now—your one desire then acts with ours. As in all light, so in all forms. Grant what we need each day in bread and insight. Loose the cords of mistakes binding us as we release the strands we hold of other's guilt. Don't let surface things delude us, but free us from what holds us back. From you is born all ruling will, the power and the life to do, the song that beautifies all, from age to age it renews. Truly, power to these statements. May they be the ground from which all my actions grow, Amen “


Joyce Shutt is pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church. You can reread her blogs by going to Fairfield Mennonite Church.org.

 

 

 


Letting go and letting God


I flirted with death about 25 years ago. Hovering somewhere between here and there, I recall musing, “so this is what it feels like to die. Wouldn't this be a good time to see an angel or Jesus?” Suspended between realities, I forced myself to open my eyes and there stood my angels! Two of my most eccentric/wacky, very fallible, earthy friends! Be careful what you pray for, you just might get it, and it might not be what you expect!

We romanticize and   our spiritual experiences and encounters wanting to seeing angelic beings, Jesus, the Virgin Mary. Something in us wants to set up shrines and to worship visions rather than learning the lesson such experiences intend to teach us. My angels were definitely grounded in this world. They dramatically reminded me that if I am to experience the divine it will be in my daily encounters with both friends and enemies. Angels with clay feet? Oh yes! And this is precisely why this particular experience remains the most profound and grounding of my life, continuing to shape my day to day living. Having been restored to life my job is not to judge or criticize, but to be more accepting of others with all their foibles and quirks. My life work is practicing gratitude in and for all things, and all persons.

Yet, I confess that I am easily jaded. Our current political climate reminds me that pettiness, selfishness, cruelty, and ugliness is everywhere. Fear and hate permeates our very atmosphere. I am too often ready to give up hope... which is why I am so committed to deliberately, thoughtfully, practicing gratitude. Just by being grateful for my morning coffee, a warm house, something to wear grounds me to wonder, anticipation, hope.

We recently attended a church retreat in which we heard about the unrelenting love some Palestinian Christians are lavishing on their Jewish neighbors. What a powerful reminder that no matter what situation we find ourselves in we still have options as to how one responds to life's challenges. Easter's approach reminds me that my response to a hate filled world must never be about revenge but rather loving both friends and enemies. Saying no to the  myth of redemptive violence.

Each day brings opportunities to be a good neighbor, to start over (resurrection), to learn the lessons of life. For me, The Cross is that ultimate example of redemptive non-violence. When Jesus chose death on the Cross he demonstrated a completely different response than war and violence. By going to the cross he said “violence stops here!”

God neither wants nor needs our defense. In spite of our illusions of power and grandeur, we are not in control. God, Allah, whatever we call our Higher Power, calls us to be good neighbor, to be less me-oriented and more forgiving, compassionate, gentler with ourselves and others. Whatever that energy is that shapes the universe, it calls us to let go of our fears and move out in gratitude, love and trust. All religions insist that love is stronger than hate, which is simply another way of saying when we practice decency, gratitude, acceptance, forgiveness, a transformative energy is released into the universe allowing our Higher Power to do the rest. Pie in the sky? I don't think so.

Joyce Shutt is pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church.





Getting healthy


A friend recently sent me a relatively simple “to do list” to become happier and healthier. Here it is:

Be friendly. Being friendly can increase ones life several years! It seems that friendliness increases the production of oxytocin. Oxytocin is that the cuddle hormone that calms our brain, lowers blood pressure, decreases binge eating, and jump starts our immune system. Touch is critical to our mental and physical health, so hug your family and friends. Go visit someone. There is a direct coorelation between touch and health. A baby can die if not cuddled.

Sit less, move more. We can increase our life expectancy by up to two years by being more active. Not all of us can walk 10,000 steps a day, but almost everyone can stand up and stretch and walk around the room, even if only five to ten steps at a time. My kids got me a fitbit for my birthday and it really helps me track my activity.

Brush! Floss! For the life of me I'll never understand why heath insurance doesn't cover our teeth! Study after study links dirty chompers to digestive, intestional, autoimmune, and heart diseases, strokes, diabetes. Good oral hygiene is so important that regular brushing and flossing can add up to 6 years to ones life.

Eat more fresh fruits and vegetables. Eating at least a cup of RAW fruit and veggies a day truly improves gut and intestional health! And yes, cooked veggies are good, but we still need at least 60 grams (about 1 cup) of fresh fruit and veggies a day. It's all about probiotics, fiber, antioxidants and other chemicals fruits and vegetables produce to protect them from bacteria, fungus, etc.

Be positive. Practice gratitude. People with a positive outlook can live more than seven years longer than those who are chronic complainers. Positive thinking increases the brain’s levels of feel good/ happiness hormones, especially those that improve memory, alleviate depression, and fight dementia and Alzheimer’s disease.

Lose weight. Reaching and maintaining ones' Target BMI can make a dramatic difference in how one feels and how long one lives. Our BMI compares weight to height by dividing weight measurement in kilograms by squared height measurement in meters. That's a fancy way of saying, watch your weight (but not by getting it out there where you can see it!), eat better, and get more exercise. Losing and maintaining one's ideal weight can add up 3 years to one's life .

Eat More Nuts. Nutritionists say eating a small daily portion (like 13 to 20 almonds or walnuts) can add up to 3 years to your life. Nuts are good not just because they decrease the risk of high blood pressure, insulin resistance, high cholesterol, irregular heart rhythms, and diabetes but because their protein and their fat content promotes feelings of satisfaction. When you need a quick pick-me-up or bed time snack eat a peanut butter and banana or sliced apple sandwich instead of something with sugar.

Eat smaller portions. Put away your dinner plates and use a salad plate instead! And no seconds.

According to the information my friend sent, doing all of the above could increase one's life span by 35 years but at 79 that's not even appealing. Especially if Donald Trump gets elected president!

Joyce Shutt is pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church.






Facing our fears


I am so sick of the fear mongering that has taken over the election and our country that I could scream. Everywhere I turn all I hear is fear. Being fearful has become the new patriotism. Fear of the right. Fear of the left. Fear of loss. Fear of being wrong. Fear of immigrants. Fear of the Islamists. Fear of health care. Fear of the media. Fear of guns. Fear of gun control. Fear of blacks. Fear of Wall Street. The list goes on and on.

We've become a nation of fear addicts and unfortunately, fear breeds violence. We simply won't get any real solutions to our many problems until we address our national obsession with fear. Yes, there are scary things out there. Yes, our world feels like it is coming apart at the seams. But in the end, fear only leads to irrational and dangerous decisions. The opposite of peace is not war It's fear!

I became a 12 stepper when our kids were teens and got caught up in the drug culture. I was terrified! Feeling a failure as a parent and person, I joined a 12 step program called Families Anonymous. That program not only saved my sanity but the life of at least one of our children who later confessed he was suicidal. I went into the program to change and fix my kids and their problems. I quickly learned the program was not for them; it was for me because I was part of the problem! Tortured by my fears and anxieties my actions and reactions had become irrational and insane! The only person I could change was myself so once I began changing my responses and behavior, learned how to detach with love, everyone else in the family was forced to own their own behavior and change as well.

I fantasize about our nation moving toward healing by insituting a 12 step program focused on getting a realistic handle on our many fears. Here are the 12 spiritual principles we'd use:.
Admitted that we were powerless over our fears and other peoples' actions and that our lives had become unmangeable.
  1. Came to believe a power greater than ourselves can free us from our fears and restore us to sanity.
  2. Decided to turn our will and our lives over to the care and guidance of God as we understood God.
  3. Made a fearless and moral inventory of ourselves our fears, and resulting crazy behaviors.
  4. Admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another trusted person the exact nature of our fears and wrongs.
  5. Became ready to have God remove our fears and the resulting defects of character.
  6. Humbly asked God to remove our fears and resulting defects of character.
  7. Made a list of all the people we have harmed because of our fears.
  8. Made direct amends to such persons unless doing so would injure them or others.
  9. Continued to take daily personal inventory of ourselves and our fears and promptly admitted our wrongs and shortcomings.
  10. Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God, praying only for God's will for us and the power to carry it out.
  11. Having had a spiritual awakening as a result of practicing these steps, we tried to carry this message to others and to practice these principles in all of our affairs.

Joyce Shutt is pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church. She participates in a 12 step program called CoDa (codependents anonymous) which focused on self improvement and facing our fears.










Thursday, December 10, 2015


With the advent of a new year I am reminded of how fleeting our time on earth is. Instead of treasuring each day we worry about tomorrow, stew over the past, fill our moments with compulsive activity. It's hard to admit just how vulnerable we human beings are. Life is fragile and fleeting. How tragic that in our busyness we miss those special moments that could feed our souls and expand our hearts. 

In 1989 I went into the hospital for fairly routine surgery; read and signed the papers that stated all the possible things that could go wrong, and quipped to my daughter, “No problem, Piece of cake.” Three major surgeries within 6 weeks and one code blue later, I emerged weaker but wiser.....and vastly more appreciative of the preciousness of life.

I no longer assume a tomorrow. Each day is a gift. Rain or shine, cheerful or sad, difficult or easy, each day is a bonus. Knowing that I or one of my loved ones may have no tomorrow is one of the greatest gifts I gained from my hospital experience. Instead of making me fearful, my awareness of life's impermanence helps me appreciate and shape the time I have. It impels me to be grateful in and for all things. The very fragility with which I hold on to life motivates me to cherish each single moment, each sunrise, each bird song, each encounter with strangers or friends. I simply don't have time to be grumpy, ungrateful, or afraid.

I no longer feel compelled to save the world. I've released my need to be someone, to make a difference. I have my hands full, in the best sense of that metaphor, living one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time, responding to the inevitable hardships that guide me on my pathway toward inner contentment and peace. Peace comes, not from the absence of conflict, challenge, or pain, but by accepting and loving our difficult lives. Since there is little I can control or change I try to respond to life with as much courage and grace as I can muster.

Perception is reality and our language shapes how we perceive reality. That's one reason I find one particular translation of the Lord's Prayer from the Aramaic so enlightening and helpful. The startlingly different wording has opened me to faith, life and love in new and profound ways. Thus it is my gift to you as we move into the new year.

“O Birther; Father Mother of the Cosmos. Focus your light within us. Make it useful. Create your reign of unity now—your one desire then acts with ours. As in all light, so in all forms. Grant what we need each day in bread and insight. Loose the cords of mistakes binding us as we release the strands we hold of other's guilt. Don't let surface things delude us, but free us from what holds us back. From you is born all ruling will, the power and the life to do, the song that beautifies all, from age to age it renews. Truly, power to these statements. May they be the ground from which all my actions grow, Amen “

Joyce Shutt is pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church.










 

I have a touch of the Grinch in me this year. I'm so done with decorating, gift giving, cookie baking, partying. I resent the commercialization designed to make me feel guilty for not spending hundreds of dollars on junk neither I nor mine need. This Christmas I plan to focus on family, friends, neighbors by practicing gratitude and civility. I am looking beyond the hoopla to the underlying meanings and implications of the Christmas narratives. As with all good stories, there are layers of meaning, each offering hope and healing for our tortured times. 

No matter what our religious or ethnic backgrounds, it's easy to see how the time honored birth narratives were written in and for times such as these. A time of fear and mistrust, of economic upheaval. A time of war, terrorism, military occupations, suspicion and political unrest. Into the story come foreigners, cruel dysfunctional governments, soldiers, refugees, massacres, taxation, religious tensions. Their very relevance is exactly what makes these Christmas narratives so powerful. Above all, they are about inclusion, not exclusion. About letting go of fear, Of loving and being loved. Not hatred or revenge. I find it instructive the angels visit, not those in power, but the least, the oursiders, women, shepherds, foreigners. Those with little or no status or legal protection. And the message they all receive? “Fear not. Your hope lies in one greater than you.” What a profound message for us today.

Christmas, this year, comes in the wake of Paris, Mali, and other “terrorist” attacks, stirring up our xenophobic fears and rancid debates on immigration, fueling the race to see which political candidate can be more outrageous. While I understand some of the angst created by this latest wave of “terrorist” attacks, I'm confused as to why they are scarier than those we're regularly experiencing from our own homegrown terrorists: Oklahoma City, Newtown, Columbine, Aurora, Charlestown, Colorado Springs. We have a much greater chance of being shot by some local person with a grudge and a gun than by a Muslim extremist. But whether the source of our fear is local or distant, the Christmas message remains. Fear not. Good news! One has come to show us the way to create peace on earth. A peace that starts within us and flows out from our acts of kindness, forgiveness, and generosity like ripples in a pond. Peace experienced by embracing God's will and way for our lives, no matter how difficult. Yes, these are troubled times, but they are also times of immense opportunity. 

In these darkest days and nights of the year may we turn our hearts toward the promise of God's love and light. May we find the courage to break the chains binding us to fear, distrust, unforgiveness, and failure. May we embrace the promise that we guarantees our freedom and grace by providing freedom and grace to others. May we find in the lights, fragrances, and melodies of Christmas a transcending harmony enabling us to hear the angels' song beautifying all and the star leading us to the manger where we see the in face of God justice, forgiveness, and mercy.

“Fear not.”


Joyce Shutt is pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church.










Birthday musings


I recently celebrated my birthday. Perhaps getting closer to 80 is a factor, but I get really irritated with the way we “oldsters” buy into our national obsession with youthfulness by feeling we have to dye our hair, get tummy tucks, Botox injections, spend a fortune on wrinkle creams just to look younger. What's wrong with wrinkles, white hair, sagging bottoms and chicken wings, all proud badges of years of living? After all, wisdom, insight and a broader perspective comes with time and experience. The power, prestige and possession I thought important 40 years ago seems insignificant now. It's people and relationships that now bring joy. Give me kindness, gentleness, a willingness to listen and forgive any day!

Years ago I met this woman at a writer's conference years who transformed my attitude toward aging. She was bent over from osteoporosis, frail as tissue paper. When asked to share something with the group, she leaned on her cane, twisting her head until she could meet our eyes. “I'm 96 years old.” she said in a cracked voice. “I've outlived three husbands and had four careers. I've been a medical doctor, a psychologist, a psychiatrist. I recently retired as a theology professor. I'm here today because having 2 sons and 8 grandchildren, I've decided to write childrens books. So you see, my pet peeve is someone telling me 'you don't look that old.' I've packed a lot of pain, pleasure, study, knowledge, people, and experience in my 96 years and I don't want one minute of that sold short!” You know, there are those who keep growing and those who simply age. She was definitely growing! But whether we keep growing or just age is a deliberate choice.

After serious birthday inspired introspection I'm recognizing some areas where I've been aging not growing. That needs to change! Looking at this whole process of growing, maturing, aging...however we want to describe the passing years and life lessons ticking by ever more quickly, is demanding. And the physical, emotional, spiritual, relational, creative challenges life brings can be mind boggling! As the old cliché says, “getting old is not for sissies.”

I'm grateful that I still enjoy good health. Part of that flows from good genes, good luck, and important life style choices I've made. The food, exercise, life style, emotional and spiritual choices I've made over the years definitely contribute to my continuing vitality. My Dad taught me to value differences in others and ideas, to embrace change, to practice tolerance, to seek knowledge, to accept people as they are not as I would have them. He taught me to value the deeply held beliefs that shape my life but to never stop questioning and reshaping them as new information, situations and times change. Yes, I am getting older but that does not stop me from relishing challenges and trying on new ways of seeing, being, and doing. No matter how young or old we are, life is a delicate dance, a baffling balancing act, a time to keep growing instead of just aging in place.

Joyce Shutt is pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church.





Thanksgiving is thanksliving


I am a fan of TED Talks on NPR. One recent program on happiness ended with 'happiness does not make us grateful, gratitude makes us happy.”

You know me; I'm big on gratitude. I have learned that anytime I'm having a bad day it's better if I intentionally practice gratitude. Once I let go of my“poor me mindset” I am freed to find healthier responses to whatever is going om. Like not having water at the kitchen sink for three weeks! Thinking of the Syrian refugees or poor women carrying water for miles quickly put my situation into perspective. It's our selfish catastrophic thinking that turns difficulty and pain into disabling unhappiness and fear of the future. While gratitude can't change what's happened it can infuse glimmers of light into the current darkness.

I find this gratitude stuff interesting because I am a natural skeptic. My tendency is to question and doubt. That's why I've taught myself to look for positives, to count my blessings. I'm deliberately rejecting the cup half empty approach to life.    Like Porgy, in Gershwin's Porgy and Bess, I remind myself that “I have plenty of nothing and nothing is plenty for me.” Even on the worst days of my life, as when my Dad died in an auto accident or one of our kids ran away, I was reminded by the kindness of friends that there's always more positives than negatives in my life.

We all spend too much energy lusting for things we don't have rather than being grateful for what we do have. Our economy is based on conspicuous consumption so we've allowed ourselves to be brainwashed into believing stuff makes for meaning and happiness, but there's a vast difference between needs and wants. In the end we have so much we don't need that we can't appreciate what we do have.

I am grateful that I grew up believing people are more important than things, that it is in doing for others I find meaning and purpose in life. I've learned that what is good for others is always what's ultimately best for me. A recent study of returning vets with PTSD finds their biggest problem is not flashbacks, but their loss of meaning and purpose. After putting their lives on the line day after day, protecting and supporting their buddies, coming back to our self-centered consumer driven lifestyle leaves them feeling empty and directionless. One psychologist suggested that every returning vet should be automatically placed in the Peace Corps or Ameri-Corps for a year's transition.

Contentment and meaning comes by sharing ourselves with others, by appreciating the givens of life. After all, the sun comes up and sets every day; we have clean air and water; more than enough food to go around. Birds sing, flowers bloom, trees blaze with color, regardless of what we do. We may complain about taxes, entitlements (for everyone but ourselves), a broken infra structure and educational system, but in reality things still work pretty well. If we practiced gratitude we'd stop taking so much for granted and appreciate what others do for us. There are parts of the world where people are suffering. So this Thanksgiving let's remember, its not happiness that creates gratitude but gratitude that creates happiness.

Joyce Shutt is pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church


Thursday, November 5, 2015

Random Acts of kindness


Isn't it interesting that Jesus, the Buddha, Mohammed, all presented humanity with what an alternative approach to life? Our natural bent is “it's all about me.” Conequently, we take their teachings and use them to justify our fear based greedy, selfish, mistrustful, power hungry, violent approach to the world. But they quietly insisted that if we really want to excell, be powerful, even just maintain what we already have, we have to love the stranger and “our enemies.” We are to do good to those who use and abuse us. To give respect, hospitality, and opportunity because in so doing we turn those we fear and misunderstand into partners and friends, thus, in the end, making us all safer!

For 55 years the International Gift Festival has transformed little Fairfield Mennonite into an international marketplace of fairly traded pottery, jewelry, baskets, toys, textiles, Christmas decorations, paper products, soaps, Oriental rugs... all made by fairly paid artisans from over 30 developing countries.

But what does that have to do with loving our enemies or practicing the golden rule? Everything. By creating dependable jobs and a secure market, by having Muslims work alongside Christians, by teaching the uneducated how to advocate for themselves, Ten Thousand Villages has gone into destitute areas of the world and created pockets of respect and financial stablility, creating trust among neighbors, as well as for the United States and the larger church. Something very needed in today's broken world.

OK. I agree that what we do as individuals often seems insignificant. Even if Ten Thousand Villages is one of the largest fair trade organizations in the world, the millions it sells is a pittance in our trillion dollar global market. But that's not the point, especially if you're one of the artisans they support. When Jesus told the parable about the mustard seed he was pointing to us as the mustard seeds of the world. What we do matters.

That first International Gift Festival started as an impulsive act of concern for Edna Ruth Byler who had worked with her husband in impoverished areas after WWII. There she noticed the poor and displaced creating beautiful items from the trash and rubble around them. So she tried to sell some to her Amish and plain Mennonite communities. Not being able to say no to desperate need, her basement quickly filled up with more than she could sell. None of us anticipated those first festivals designed to help Mrs. B move accumulated merchandise would strongly contribute to the fair trade movement. But they did.

Our intentional and random acts of kindness matter. Adopting a child, mentoring a struggling student, giving an ex-con a job, welcoming an immigrant may not have that fairy tale ending we desire, but if we don't try, nothing changes. And we do know that in the past 55 years the shoppers at Fairfield's International Gift Festival have purchased over a million dollars worth of crafts and rugs positively impacting over 60,000 lives! And that's not peanuts.

This year's 55th International Gift Festival runs from Nov 10 through 14, 10 am to 7 pm each day except Saturday when its 9 to 5. The Fairfield Mennonite Church is located at 201 W. Main Street, Faifield, Pa. For more info call 717-642-8936, email fmc606@centurylink.net, or check www/fairfieldmennonitechurch.org





Joyce Shutt is pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church


Thursday, October 1, 2015

I love libraries


I love libraries, those magical places where books of all shapes, colors, sizes, smells and topics march smartly along the shelves. Big libraries and little libraries, but my favorite is Fairfield's branch on Wortz Street. Plans are underway to move the Fairfield library to the new Carroll Valley building once it is built since the current location is small. I understand, but it makes me sad. I feel so pampered having our little library just a hop, skip, and a jump away.

The library was an immediate bright spot for me when we moved from our old stone house on Mt. Carmel Rd. Being able to walk to the library never ceases to bring me joy., especially since I don't drive much anymore. There's something magical about being able to slip up to the library any time I want just to browse the shelves, return a book, or say hello. I love having everything in one room, walking up to the desk and asking Sherry or Crystal (two of the best) to order a book knowing that within a few days it will be waiting for me. In the meantime, I go home with an armful of books. Once I asked for a book which wasn't available anywhere in Pennsylvania but Sherry looked until she found one in the Duke Library for me!

I love books. I have a Kindle which is much easier to use when I go to Wellspan to exercise, but that flat plastic thing isn't a real book. Plastic cannot replace the feel of paper, the rustle of turned pages, savoring full page illustrations, flipping pages back and forth to reread a passage, greedily reading knowing my book's battery will never run down.

Libraries are precious repositories of knowledge that connect us to our past and point us toward our future in far more personal ways than the reading something on a computer screen. Libraries bring people together. Libraries have chairs where one can sit and read or research. When I am in the library, I love scanning the cover's synopsis and reading several pages to decide if I like the author's style of writing or if it will challenge or inspire m. When greeting other library lovers who are reading magazines or working on the computers all seems right with the world.

Our kids grew up on books. A trip to the library or library story time was magical for them just as it is for me. Of course, books were such a sacred part of our bed time routine that our kids wanted to be read too even when they were in middle school. When the library had their annual book sale we'd buy our own copies of beloved books so we could reread them. Recently, our daughter walked in the door with a goofy grin on her face. “Look what I found.” she chortled as she dumped a collection of old much loved books on the sofa. “Read to me, Mom. “ So the two of us curled up on the loveseat, arms around each other like the old days, slowly turning pages , savoring the illustrations, we turned back the clock as we fell into the wishes and whimsy of Dr. Suess and other much loved favorites.



Joyce Shutt is pastor emeritus of the Fairfield Mennonite Church