On Friday Feb. 17, 2017, Pullen Youth collaborated with Neigbhor2Neighbor to host an event called MadHouse. This event provided a safe, fun and positive environment for minority urban city children living in poverty. The majority of the students that participated in this event were from SE Raleigh.
While SE Raleigh children played basketball, the Pullen Youth prepared healthy snacks for all the young basketball players. During halftime and between games, Pullen served food, laughter and smiles. Pullen Youth have agreed to participate in this event once a month.
Thanks for all the parents support for this event.
Learn more about Neigbor2Neighbor: http://www.n2noutreach.org/
Co-Leaders: Brian Crisp & Terrance Ruth
As we anticipate the second Sunday of Advent, we meditate on peace together with this Advent Meditation offered by Brian Crisp:
Master, the tempest is raging
The billows are tossing high
The sky is o’er shadowed with blackness
No hope or help is nigh.
-James Cleveland, Peace Be Still
Preface by Victor Judge
The Grammar of Advent
In her poem titled “Immersion,” the literary theologian Denise Levertov (1923–1997) refers to the historic moods of uncertainty in the world—the days when “there is anger abroad in the world”—the days when we are unable to summon a metaphor that can offer us solace. As one whose vocation involves an intimate relationship with language, I have been searching since November 8 for a figuration that can mitigate the political uncertainty I feel for our country. Twenty days later, my search has proven futile; however, as I meditate upon Levertov’s poem during this first week of Advent, I am inspired by her effort to find metaphor in spite of Discordia’s cacophonous rhetoric. Levertov suggests that in the days of uncertainty, perhaps “God is surely patiently trying to immerse us in a different language.” [Read more…]
By the waters of Babylon—
there we sat down and there we wept
when we remembered Zion.
On the willows there
we hung up our harps.
For there our captors
demanded our songs,
and our tormentors requested mirth, saying,
“Sing us one of those songs of Zion!”
How shall we sing this Divine song
in a strange land?
This morning, at the dawn of Presidential results, I faced a harsh truth: Babylon is here. Honestly, outside the Psalm, language seems hard to grasp, making my understanding of the writer’s seemingly incapability for song more palpable. As a person of faith , the sinew of my spirit stretches toward a Zion, that pinnacle of aspiration where all receive abundant welcome and care. I see this in our own congregation as our doors and our lives have been open to people of color, people with differing abilities, the LGBTQIA community, Buddhist, Hindus, Jewish people, Muslims, Protestants, Catholics, agnostics, atheists, laborers, the undocumented, the refugees, women, men, and children. Our communion at Pullen, as witnessed this past Sunday, is rich, and it provides a glimpse into the Divine Community. But what happens when a strange land is oppressive and our persecution is at the merriment of our captors? How do you grasp for a land of milk and honey when the earth is crumbling? How do you shoulder one more move for the kin_ship of God in the dawn of imminent threat?
This morning, as most mornings, I opened the Hebrew Bible. This morning, I suspended my reading of Ezekiel or Job for the Psalms looking for a hope to answer the questions that are coming and unknown. My eyes lingered on the last line, “’Êḵ, nā·šîr ’eṯ- šîr- Yaweh ‘al, ’aḏ·maṯ nê·ḵār.?” The verb tense grasped my attention: a simple future modality. Simple future modality. Most often translated, the NRSV uses the conditional verb tense rendering “How Could we sing?” The conditional tense implies a futility where the song ceases and the melody can not be voiced. This is not accurate because the better rendition is “How shall we sing this Divine Song is a strange land?” This future simple modality is a continuum and implies, despite their captivity, the Hebrews could not not sing out their hope. This modality may not contain the subjugation desired by their tormentors, but the tune refuses to cease. The Divine Song has always been sung, is being sung, and will be sung again and again. The dream of freedom, the longing for that first Garden, the aching for Canaan, the yearning for the Kin_ship of God must be sung, even when the song is wordless and the melody is unknown. This is the Divine Memory that is woven in our spiritual DNA that draws us to remember a Holy Communion where all shall be truly embraced. These circumstances tonight call us to weep, but, first and foremost, this memory will always require us to sing.
With the Election approaching, the Raleigh-Apex NAACP has several volunteer opportunities that could increase voter turnout in Wake County. Volunteers are needed to make reminder calls, drive voters to their polling place, and to ensure voter rights as monitors (this requires a brief training with Democracy NC).