bible – Steve Jacobsen, Ed.D

Deleting Photos as a Spiritual Practice

How often have you looked at a digital photo and immediately deleted it? It may have been a totally accurate image but may not show the person “in their best light.” Maybe they looked disheveled. Or upset. Or confused. Or looking older than they want to be. Instead, we find the very best ones to save and possibly share – moments when the person appears happy, relaxed, confident and grateful.

Of course, many times “that person” is us.

Recently I’ve been wondering about that process and how it could become a spiritual practice. After all, don’t those deleted photos reveal an aspect of who we really are? Do we want to pretend otherwise?

It reminds me of going through boxes of old family photos from the pre-digital age. We want to find and keep ones that capture the best memories and gladly toss those that don’t. But then I think about what minute-to-minute, day-to-day was really like. There were many good times. But there were also times when someone was angry or confused or depressed or uncertain. Those don’t get memorialized with a camera. But weren’t they part of life? Looking back, can we find some empathy for every person, knowing now what they were going through then?

Years ago, I taught a religious studies class at Heritage College in Washington. The reading list included a book by the Dalai Lama. At one point he discusses how we can cultivate deep compassion for others. He notes that we may all think of ourselves as loving and caring people. But it is easy to love people who act in ways we like. If we want to develop a more profound sense of compassion and love– one that transcends our own needs and moods — we can try to cultivate within ourselves those feelings for people we may not like at all.

He suggested a specific meditation practice. We choose two photographs: one of someone we love unconditionally and one of a person we dislike. We place them next to each other in a place we’ve chosen for meditation. We sit before the two photos. We look at the first person and recognize how positive we feel about them. Then we gaze at the second person and notice how our reactions change. We patiently go back and forth, seeing if we can summon any of the positive feeling we have for the first person for the second. It is not easy to do, and he acknowledged it may take many sessions to experience a shift. But he believed if we can stick with it, we can tap into a well of compassion and care that arises from a place not tied to our ego or preferences, but from somewhere more transcendent and profound.

A core Biblical teaching is to love your neighbor as you love yourself. A wise pastoral counselor once said it’s good to start with the second part – to regularly practice loving yourself. This means accepting who you are, your best qualities as well as your faults. Love it all. Then take that same approach towards other people.

That doesn’t mean we accept or condone every behavior that surfaces in ourselves or others. It does mean we can tap into a reverence for people that goes beyond our self. As one mystic said, “God does not love as we love. God loves as an emerald is green.”

Years ago, I led a memorial service for a parishioner who had lived with cancer for an extended period of time. In her last months she had endured a series of surgeries and treatments. After she died, I met with the family to plan the service. Her son, a young filmmaker, volunteered to share a video he’d made of her as part of the service. When we came to the point in the service for the video, I expected a series of scenes showing his mother over the years in her “best” moments. But that was not what he gave us. Instead it was clips of his mom in her final weeks. Some shots were in the living room and some were in the backyard. From a superficial point of view, she did not look “her best.” What he captured were moments when she turned and looked right into the camera and smiled. In her eyes and in her face, we could see her soul shining through the illness; in those fleeting moments we recognized the person we loved.

Let’s continue to delete those unwanted photos! But as we do so, we can pause and summon love and compassion for the imperfect people we are. And if we accept that for ourselves, perhaps we can see others through that same lens.

Romantic Fiction, Baseball Passions, and Spiritual Masterpieces

A high school friend once told me her mother had gotten a phone call from a neighbor:

“He died!” the neighbor said in tears, “He’s gone! He’s really gone!”

My friend’s mother was shaken. “Who?? Who died?”

In between sobs, the friend named a character from her favorite television soap opera. And continued to cry.

Why do we get invested in imaginary situations?

An anthropology professor I know once invited me to a day-long conference at UCSB focusing on the emerging field of evolutionary psychology. Scholars were exploring how much human behavior could be explained by tracing it back to the adaptive needs of our ancestors. While some of the presentations were over my head, one stuck with me. Many people spend a great deal of time reading “romance novels” and “pulp fiction”. The presenter wondered: why would we be wired to spend our time this way? It seems like such a waste. If life is all about survival, reading about fictional characters in melodramatic stories seems pointless – it doesn’t put any food on the table or make us physically stronger. After exploring several alternatives, he concluded that this activity must be a way for us to exercise our capacity to understand and navigate our social relationships without any actual personal risk or vulnerability. We human beings are social animals who live in groups and tribes: fiction allows us to explore how to do this in a way that doesn’t expose us to any real danger.

Puppies may romp, wrestle and bite each other but never actually hurt one another. Such play is a rehearsal and training for a time when, as adult dogs, they may encounter actual adversaries. They’re safely rehearsing skills they may need in real life.

Which leads to a critical question someone asked me this week: “Why do you get so wrapped up following your baseball team? It’s just a game, but you talk about it like its real life.” I have been pondering this question. Why do I care so much about a made-up game? When the season is over, nothing has changed in my life or the fate of the world. I think being a sports fan is like reading compelling works of fiction: It’s a way to see how human beings behave under pressure over a long period of time. In the process, we become emotionally and mentally invested in the drama and look for lessons to live by. Some examples…If you learn how to function well under high expectations and pressure, you will live a better life. If you let one disappointing experience stay with you, your performance will suffer. If you learn how to be a good teammate, you’ll go farther.

Baseball is like a novel with 162 chapters – plus up to 22 bonus episodes if you make the playoffs. All the while, human drama is unfolding.

When I was a kid, I was short. So was Maury Wills, the Dodger shortstop. He didn’t hit many home runs. But he figured out how to get on first and steal bases. He showed how you could adapt and thrive even if you weren’t the biggest and strongest guy out there.

Or take Sandy Koufax. The greatest pitcher of his time, he declined to pitch the opening game of the 1965 World Series because it fell on Yom Kippur, the sacred Jewish holiday. He showed everyone what personal integrity looks like. (As an example of divine favor, he pitched and won the final game that clinched the Series.)

We human beings are story tellers and game players. From these activities we learn crucial lessons.

Our spiritual traditions are full of invaluable stories.

Buddhism has an abundance of tales, parables, and koans that elegantly convey great insight.

Judaism has a remarkable abundance of brilliant stories, passed down over the centuries to help us reflect on our assumptions and values.

An expert once asked Jesus what he needed to do to inherit eternal life. Jesus affirmed the two most important commandments: love God and love your neighbor. The expert asked him, “Who is my neighbor?” And Jesus told the story of the Good Samaritan.[i]

When he wanted to teach about the loving and merciful nature of God, he didn’t give a lecture on ethics, but said, “A man once had two sons…” and told the story of the Prodigal Son.[ii]

Many of us have heard these two stories countless times. But they never lose their power.

Both stories are total fictions. They never really happened. Jesus made them up. But they tell us profound truths about who we are and who we can be in simple and unforgettable ways.

Years ago I taught a class in religious studies at Heritage College in rural Washington. One of the required books was Black Elk Speaks, an account of teachings attributed to Black Elk, an Oglala Sioux Medicine Man. I always have appreciated this statement attributed to him:

“This they tell, and whether it happened so or not I do not know; but if you think about it, you can see that it is true.”[iii]

[i] Luke 10: 25-37

[ii] Luke 15: 11-32

[iii] “The Offering of the Pipe,” Black Elk Speaks, John G. Niehardt, 1932

Lead Image: Sitting Around The Campfire; ar.inspiredpencil.com

Images of Our Lives: Resumes, Eulogies, Compost

(Dear Reader: I was on the road this week and working on two presentations for this weekend, so I’m reposting this piece from 4 years ago. I picked it because I continue to find these perspectives on our lives (resume/eulogy/compost) to be interesting and helpful. — Steve)

PBS and New York Times commentator David Brooks has experienced a major spiritual transformation in recent years. One of his epiphanies is that many of us live with two sets of virtues in play. As he wrote in a column entitled “The Moral Bucket List”:

It occurred to me that there were two sets of virtues, the résumé virtues and the eulogy virtues. The résumé virtues are the skills you bring to the marketplace. The eulogy virtues are the ones that are talked about at your funeral — whether you were kind, brave, honest or faithful. Were you capable of deep love?

We all know that the eulogy virtues are more important than the résumé ones. But our culture and our educational systems spend more time teaching the skills and strategies you need for career success than the qualities you need to radiate that sort of inner light. Many of us are clearer on how to build an external career than on how to build inner character.[i]

From the first time I read this column, I appreciated this distinction and its implications. In this post, I’m going to comment on my own experience with resumes and eulogies, then add an additional thought.

Resumes: Much of my career was spent building my resume, and it was always interesting to read the resumes of others. Earning degrees, seeking accomplishments that I could quantify, publishing articles and serving on boards were all facts to add to the resume. This is what it takes to create a meaningful work life in a competitive society. It’s part of life in the modern world. But a resume does not a life make.

Eulogies: One of the activities I treasured as a pastor was participating in memorial services. I was always keen to hear what would be said about the person being remembered, and how the stories would cause each of us to pause and reflect on our own lives.

If I was organizing the service, I would work with the family to create a simple outline of the person’s life: where they were born, what they did, and what they accomplished – something like their resume. But that just set the stage for the stories people would share about the person: how they treated other people, and what moments friends and family look back on with appreciation. As David Brooks noted, in eulogies we often hear examples of the virtues of kindness, bravery, honesty or faithfulness – many ways in which people manifest “deep love.”

So far, so good. I like identifying these two important aspects of our lives.

But as I’ve been thinking of this distinction, I kept feeling like there was something missing, and only recently felt like I knew what it is.

Resumes exist in print and are plain for all to see. The “eulogy virtues” may be affirmed as part of a memorial service or obituary. But what if the person lives a very long life, and dies when there is no one left to hear the eulogy?

I think of my own father. He lived to be 91, and almost all of those years were lived in Redlands and San Bernardino. He was active in many civic organizations and a well-known man in his day. In his last few years, my sister and I brought him to a retirement home in Santa Barbara so we could see him more often. When he died, we arranged for a service back in San Bernardino. We published an obituary in his hometown paper and spread the word as well as we could. But on the day of the service, only 3 or 4 people showed up besides family. It was understandable – he had outlived most of the people he knew – but it was also disappointing.

I’ve done services for people who die in relative obscurity. There’s no one there to describe and affirm the virtues and integrity they saw in the person. It doesn’t seem right.

A similar thought arises when I’m with my young grandsons. We share meaningful and fun times. I find myself hoping they’ll remember our time together when they are older. But what if I die before the memories take root? Will the time we share “count?”

It reminds me of the familiar riddle, “If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” We could rephrase it: “If someone dies and no one is there to give a eulogy, is the life a waste?”

Ruminating on this question has led me to think of compost.

Compost Many years ago in seminary a preaching and communications professor challenged us to think about how we envision the preaching task.

“You might tend to think of your sermons as roses,” he said. “A masterpiece that you cultivate it until it’s a thing of beauty. Then you carefully cut it, and bring it to display before the congregation on a Sunday morning . As people leave the service, you hope people will tell you what a beautiful rose you created. Well, I invite you to not think of preaching that way. Think of your sermons as compost. Compost you work into the soil of peoples’ lives you are serving. The beauty comes from what flowers in their life.”

The purpose of compost is to disappear into the soil, freely giving itself to produce new life. It doesn’t need to be named to be real and everlasting. So it is with our lives. The good we do for others may not be quantified on a resume or be lauded in a eulogy, but that doesn’t mean it’s of no value. It’s a gift we can give, and then let it go.

[i] https://www.nytimes.com/2015/04/12/opinion/sunday/david-brooks-the-moral-bucket-list.html

A Season of Awe

In recent weeks, I’ve been mulling over Dacher Keltner’s perspective on the different kinds of awe we can experience and how important these experiences are.[i] I’ve also been aware we are in the season of Passover and Easter. For more than 40 years, one of my responsibilities was to find fresh meaning in these stories; it’s a habit I have yet to break. I’ve been wondering: does Keltner’s work offer any insights to the spiritual meaning of the season?

At this point, I’m thinking of five specific points Keltner describes:

Awe-ful experiences. While many experiences of awe are inspiring, we can also feel it when we witness something dark and harrowing, like the events of 9/11, contemplating the holocaust, or personal tragedies.
Awesome experiences: when we experience something beyond our understanding that is mysterious and fills us with wonder.
Moral courage: In Keltner’s research, this is the most frequently reported experience of awe. We feel it when we see someone selflessly take on serious challenges for the good of others: social justice pioneers, foster parents, people navigating serious disabilities and hardships, etc.
Collective effervescence: The powerful feelings we can have when we are part of a group having a shared experience that takes us beyond our ordinary sense of life. This can be at athletic and musical events, moving purposefully in unison, worship services, etc.
Awe-inspired resolve: Witnessing or experiencing awe can give us courage to face difficult situations.

With these in mind, I thought of the Passover and Easter stories in a very basic way. Do these familiar stories contain examples of awe?

Passover

(I am indebted to my Jewish friends and clergy for my understanding of Passover; I hope my comments are valid.)

The Hebrew people are suffering as exploited laborers in Egypt. Moses has a personal divine encounter that directs him to lead them from bondage to freedom. As he confronts Pharoah, seven disasters (“plagues”) fall upon Egypt, each reminders of how vulnerable human life is. When the time is right, the people flee. They come to a body of water but have no way to cross. They look back and see Pharoh’s army coming after them. Death seems certain.

A way through the water appears. The people make their way to the other side, expecting Pharoah’s army to crush them. But the waters return, frustrating Pharoah’s intention. The time of oppression ends and a time of freedom begins. Moses’ sister Miriam leads the people in celebration.

Where are any elements of awe?

The experience of seeing an army approaching determined to destroy you when you are defenseless? Awe-ful.

A mysterious force leads you to a liberated future? Awesome.

Moses’ example, risking his life to lead the struggle? Moral courage.

Joining Miriam in the dance of deliverance? Collective effervescence.

Becoming a source of inspiration? The story has been a constant source of inspiration from the early days of Israel up to the civil rights and liberation movements of our time.

Easter

Yeshua is a peasant who appears in first century Galilee, healing the sick and engaging people of every background. He offers a vision of spiritual life embodied in what he calls “the kingdom of God.” In words and actions, he identifies with the poor and marginalized, assuring them of divine favor. What he says and does threatens the social order. He is arrested, convicted, and sentenced to death. While in custody he is abused. He is paraded through the streets and executed as a public display of the power of the state. The men he chose to follow him flee. As he nears death, he feels even God abandons him.

A few days later, several of his female followers come to his tomb. They begin to have experiences that convince them his personal spirit lives and is present with them. In the days to come, that experience is shared by a growing number of people.

Where are any elements of awe?

Imagining what it would be like to be dying in severe pain, separated from loved ones, and feeling total despair? This is awe-ful.

Becoming convinced he survived the death of his body and is present with his followers — that darkness cannot extinguish divine light, and in the end, love is stronger than death? This is awesome.

Joining the circle of people who experience his risen presence celebrating what this means? Collective effervescence.

Reflecting on his personal journey in those final days and hours, seeing his purpose was to serve and empower others? Moral courage.

Becoming a source of inspiration? The story has inspired countless people, leading them to decide what is worth living for and how to approach death.

I believe both stories contain multiple elements of awe. I have been in gatherings focused on both stories that uplift and inspire me and others. They remind us of what terrifies us. They invite us to see life in a spiritual perspective, encouraging us to know there is light beyond the darkest of circumstances. They teach us that our ancestors have overcome great hardship. They encourage us to share the story, insights, and joy with others through celebration, community, and service. They give us hope and courage.

May we all welcome moments of awe in this season.

Featured image: “Italian Landscape,” Gustav Klimt, 1913

[i] Awe: The New Science of Everyday Wonder and How It Can Transform Your Life, Dacher Keltner, 2023

[iii] “The Offering of the Pipe,” Black Elk Speaks, John G. Neidhardt, ed., 1932

Our Motivations Don’t Have to Be Pure to Be Good

When I first began my spiritual journey, I was enthralled with the idea that I could escape the influence of my selfish ego and achieve some kind of saintly purity. I’d seen what complete self-centeredness could do to my life, and like a prisoner for whom the jail door suddenly flew open, I couldn’t wait to find freedom. I read accounts of saints and sages. I experimented with meditation, recorded and analyzed my dreams, memorized Psalms, and sought spiritual guides. I read the Sermon on the Mount, which includes strong statements to discourage us from publicly displaying our spirituality when we are fasting, giving to charity, and praying. [i]

Fifteen years later I was driving downtown to volunteer at the local soup kitchen. Two different voices within me began a conversation:

Inner Voice One: “I’ve been meaning to do this for some time. Glad I finally signed up and am on my way.”

Inner Voice Two: “You know, be sure and tell your congregation you are doing this. You’ll look good in their eyes.”

Inner Voice One: “What a selfish thing to think! I’m not doing this to show off. I’m doing it because it’s the right thing to do.”

Inner Voice Two: “Of course you are. That’s great. But it won’t hurt your reputation to let people know you are doing this.”

I didn’t like Voice Two and could not silence it. I was frustrated.

A few months later I was on a long drive north on Interstate 5. I thought again about the persistence of self-centered Voice Two. I decided to try an experiment. I visualized Voice Two as a separate person standing in front of me. I stared at him. He looked uncomfortable and embarrassed being examined so carefully and kept looking downward. I began feeling compassion for Voice Two. I realized it had never meant me any harm. It was there to speak up for me, protect me, always wanting to help me be somebody I could feel good about. I stood in front of him. I put my right hand on his shoulder. “You know,” I said, “I now realize you work very hard on my behalf and always act with the best of intention. I’m not going to get angry with you anymore. I’m not going to try to get rid of you. Let’s be friends. I’ll let you offer suggestions whenever you wish. I just don’t want you to be in charge.”

It was a moment of inner reconciliation that brought me a sense of peace. I gave up trying to be a saint. I accepted being someone who may often have mixed motivations that I need to sort through. I would continue to engage in activities for a higher purpose but not get upset if I also hear Voice Two whispering to me how this might affect my reputation and self-esteem. If I personally accomplish something that has been challenging for me, I am going to welcome feelings of pride and satisfaction.

Several years later, as part of my Hospice training, I attended a retreat at the Metta Institute which included Buddhist meditation practice. I learned one key principle: “Welcome everything, push away nothing.”[ii] Rather than try to control everything our busy mind comes up with, we let all our thoughts arise; we then calmly examine them and choose which ones are worth engaging. I have found that to be a practical way to manage all the different ideas, motivations and strategies that can arise within.

I do think there are saints in this world whose motives are always pure. They don’t know they are saints. They meet those Sermon on the Mount standards without thinking about it. I know I’m not one of them. But I don’t want my mixed motives to keep me from joining other people to get good things done and enjoy life along the way.

[i] Matthew 6: 1-8, 16-18

[ii] The Five Invitations: Discovering What Death Can Teach Us About Living Fully, Frank Ostateski