Tuesday - September 13, 2022

Kris Baker

SCRIPTURE

Matthew 7:12

 

So, in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.  

WORDS OF HOPE


Sometimes the words of wisdom that we need to hear or the lessons that we most need to learn come to us from unexpected places. For me, children’ s literature is one such place. Many of us are familiar with the works of the monumental British writer Roald Dahl. Dahl is most known for his children’s books Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, James and the Giant Peach, The BFG, and Matilda.  Though I am a fan of most of Dahl’s writing, it is one of his lesser-known children’s books, The Magic Finger, that is my favorite. In this story, when a little girl gets angry, her finger starts to tingle and turn red. When she points it at the source of her anger, magic starts to happen. There is certainly much room for misuse of “power” in this scenario, but Dahl does not take the story in that direction. Rather, he teaches empathy by using the little girl’s magic finger to literally put characters in the shoes of others.


The little girl first uses her magic finger to turn her teacher into a cat after the teacher calls the girl stupid for misspelling the word cat. With a pointing of the red and tingling magic finger, right in front of the eyes of an entire class, the teacher begins to grow whiskers, ears, and a bushy cat tail. Suddenly, this educator receives a firsthand education on what it feels like to be laughed at by an entire room of students.

In the second incident in The Magic Finger, the little girl is upset by the family next door. A father and his two sons are avid hunters. After seeing them come home with ducks and a deer that they had shot, she is filled with anger and points her magic finger at them. The entire family of four, even the mom who was not a hunter, wakes up the next day to discover that not only have they shrunk, but their arms have been replaced by wings. And four ducks who had circled them the day before as they returned from their hunting expedition were now giant.


At first the children and parents were excited by the fact that they could fly. While they were out soaring in the sky, the other ducks took over the family’s home and they now had no place to live. They needed to build a nest. After working hard gathering sticks, leaves, and feathers for a cozy nest for four at the top of a tree, wind and rain came and the family quickly realized how scary it was to live outside in the elements. They also discovered how difficult it was to find food and eat with no hands. As if all of this wasn’t bad enough, the next morning they awoke to see the four giant ducks on the ground below their nest, three of them pointing shotguns up into the nest. The mom cried down, “You can’t shoot my children!” The giant duck responded with, “Why not? Your family shot six of mine yesterday.” With that, the father started bargaining with the ducks, begging them not to shoot and promising never again to hunt. His word was good enough for the giant ducks. The family came down from the tree, grew back to their normal size and their wings disappeared and their arms returned. The giant ducks also shrunk to normal duck size and returned to their familiar home back in nature. Not only did the human family destroy their guns, they also changed their name from The Gregg family to the Egg family to show respect for and solidarity with the ducks.


On the surface, The Magic Finger may be about guns, but to me it is about so much more. It’s about putting yourself in someone else’s shoes. It’s about seeing and feeling life from a different perspective. It’s about doing unto others as you would have them do unto you. It is about empathy. What would the world be like if we had a magic finger that we could point at the rich and they would become poor; or, at the privileged and they would become marginalized? What would the world be like if people had to walk in the shoes of others, even if for only a short time? The idealist in me likes to think that our world would become a more understanding, compassionate, empathetic, and loving place. Since none of us has a magic finger to point at those who make us long for justice, the best we can do is turn our loving hearts toward those that anger us and hope that by experiencing our loving ways toward them, they will in turn change and pass that love on to all those whom they encounter.  This is not magic; it is the real power of God’s infinite love.


A PRAYER


Loving God who has the power to change hearts and mend ways, help me never to forget that this earth is shared space and that everything I do, big and small, has an impact on others. Help me to greet those with whom I disagree with empathy and a heart full of real and life-changing love. Amen


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Kris Baker

Order of St. Francis and St. Clare



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By Reed Kirkman February 19, 2026
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By Jonathon McClellan February 17, 2026
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By Thomas Riggs February 16, 2026
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By Rev. Dr. Gary Kindley February 13, 2026
SCRIPTURE  Mark 12:28-31 One of the scribes came near…and asked Jesus, “Which commandment is the first of all?” Jesus answered, “The first is, ‘Hear, O Israel: the Lord our God, the Lord is one; you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ The second is this, ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” WORDS OF HOPE If You Want to Love Others, Love Yourself Very Well Empathy—the ability to understand and to share the feelings of others—is essential to the development of the human condition. Respected anthropologist Margaret Mead knew this. When Dr. Mead was once asked what she considered to be the signs of the beginning of civilization, she pointed to a healed femur, the large thigh bone. It had been uncovered at an ancient archeological site. Someone had broken their femur, which meant certain death. They couldn’t run away from predators, forage for food, or go to water for drink. Someone had to care for them for the many weeks it took the femur to heal. Compassion, empathy, steadfast care are marks of civilization—humanity at its finest. Various spiritual traditions have known that too. For both Judaism and followers of Jesus, the greatest commandment is to love God and to love our neighbor as we love ourselves. The healthy child that has been nurtured and loved has an innate gift of self-love, compassion, strength and empathy. Sometimes, childhood wounds can cause us to shrink under the weight of shame. When we are burdened by childhood experiences of doing wrong or being deeply wounded by others, this weight can be carried well into our adult life. This requires mindful self-compassion. Our intentional focus of healing ourselves through grounding, connection, seeking help, and letting go. When we are consciously caring for ourselves, both physically and emotionally, we strengthen our connection with our Higher Power and with others. From there, empathy, compassion and love can grow and flourish and we become healthier, attractive and more fulfilled human beings. Such work can transform a community, a nation, a world. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. uplifted the identity and value of people of color as equally worthy of respect and dignity. His wisdom was not merely about lifting the lives of black people. Dr. King aimed at liberating society and culture from oppressive beliefs and systems that kept civilization from flourishing. It is an ongoing journey and each of us plays a role we dare not forget. If you want to love God and others, love yourself very well. PRAYER Holy One, may I love myself well enough today so that my self-acceptance spills over to uplift the life of someone I know or meet. May it be so. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Rev. Dr. Gary Kindley, LPC Pastoral Psychotherapist drgk.org
By Dr. Pat Saxon February 12, 2026
READING  “We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes.” Ella Baker “Justice cannot be attained until those who are not afflicted are as outraged as those who are.” Ella Baker WORDS OF HOPE Born in 1903 in Norfolk, Virginia, Ella Baker is known as the Mother of the Civil Rights Movement.* Her inspiration to stand strong in the face of oppression came early in life hearing the narratives about her maternal grandmother “Bet” Ross who was born into slavery in Halifax, North Carolina. One impactful story was how her grandmother refused to marry the man her slave owner had chosen as her husband, an act of personal integrity and resistance she would pay for with a beating and a sentence of hard labor in the fields. But it did not break her. She could always rally herself to attend to the celebrations at the plantation and dance until the early hours of the morning--evidence that her spirit was unbowed. Her mother set an early example of activism in her work with the Black Baptist Women’s Missionary movement, women who aspired to the values of strength, humility, piety, and selfless service. The values imprinted themselves in Ella and her siblings traveled with her for meetings. In high school and college at Shaw University in Raleigh, North Carolina, Baker would distinguish herself, graduating as Valedictorian and already engaging in resistance against unjust policies. In a time when the voices and vision of male leaders overshadowed women, she became a power and presence. In the 1920’s she traveled to New York to engage in social justice work and was swept up in the fervent artistic and intellectual life of the Harlem Renaissance. She held offices in the NAACP whose 117 th anniversary we celebrate today, becoming the highest-ranking woman as National Director of Branches, but she felt the organization was too bureaucratic and out of touch with the lives of ordinary black people. Later she helped organize the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) with Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King. After the Montgomery Bus Boycott in 1955, catalyzed by Rosa Parks’ refusal to give up her seat to a white passenger, Baker co-founded In Friendship to help support activism in the South and provide for the needs of those who had been incarcerated in protests. She did not forget “the nameless cooks and maids who walked endless miles for a year to bring about the breach in the walls of segregation.” Throughout her life she dedicated herself to the economic struggles of ordinary people, securing voting rights, nonviolent resistance, and organizing at the grass roots level. Developing young people’s gifts and skills for leadership was another of Baker’s passions. Rather than encouraging the young black college students who had protested segregated lunch counters in Greensboro, NC, to join SCLC, as Rev. Dr. King envisioned, she invited them to a meeting at her alma mater Shaw University, a gathering which would lead to the formation of The Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC). Such notables as Diane Nash, Marion Barry, and John Lewis were among these next generation leaders and all found her extraordinarily compelling. Howard Zinn, another of the respected elders of SNCC, remembers that one day as protesters were being released from jail, he saw Baker not exercising her rhetorical skills in the media spotlight, but sitting alone at a table, talking to each person, asking What do you need? Do you need a meal? Medical Care? Funds for being off work? In SNCC they spoke of her as Godmother and Fundi, a Swahili term that translates one who passes along skills from one generation to another. In a time when many political leaders are practicing erasure of the past of people of color and LGBT+ folks, let it be an act of resistance that here we resurrect the memory of this remarkable leader of the Civil Rights movement. PRAYER Grandmother, let your voice and vision come to us today, guiding us in the path of justice and non-violent resistance. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Dr. Pat Saxon
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