I’ve chewed on that meeting like I’ve never chewed on a church sermon or anything my entire life, she said. I just want to be in a nice neighborhood, and so do all these other people.
I came across an article in the NY Times today on gentrification and what Portland, Oregon is trying to do about it.
First, a moment of pride. I love Portland. In fact, it may be my favorite city in the United States. With 75,000 people showing up for Obama’s speech and now the talk on gentrification, this makes me proud of the city I went to undergrad in. However, the voices in the article speak to the truth, that so far, it seems like a lot of talk right now. There is a long way to go, which is just indicative of this whole country. I was happy for the initiative by the city (even though this should only be the beginning), but the article seemed rather run of the mill. Until I got to the end, which is where the quote above comes from.
Where is the church in this? We’ve just had Jeremiah Wright assassinated on television and the hope of this country is in the initiative in such things as Portland, Oregon?
I’ve chewed on that meeting like I’ve never chewed on a church sermon or anything my entire life, she said.
Perhaps, we ain’t addressing the real pressing questions — the questions that hit at our very existence in this country. I’m willing to assume that people don’t act like Christians most days of the week has something to do with the lack of questions hitting at our existence from the pulpit.
I do have to say that I am not a pastor in a pulpit. My family and job are not on the line from a congregation that may turn hostile in response to necessary questions. However, at least us lay people can bring up the questions ourselves and take off some of the pressure from the pastor. In the end, “we’ve gotta talk about it,” as James Cone often puts it. I suspect such an impact on this woman has to do with the fact that the American Christians, or at least the white ones, don’t talk about, much less talk to black churches, korean churches, etc.
This statement, “I’ve chewed on that meeting like I’ve never chewed on a church sermon or anything my entire life,” ought to haunt us.
This is the big national gathering. I finally went last summer (I’ve been a signer for some time before that) and had a very fruitful time. I do plan on going again this year, so I hope to see some of you there. Last summer I even met the first person, who I didn’t know, that told me right after he saw my name tag, “Oh hey, I read your blog! I’ve got some questions.” I guess there actually is something redeeming at Duke then eh? I kid, I kid. 
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