The Food Channel, the Foodie Culture, Food Stamps and the Poor

 

There is a good article on Christianity Today’s website by Richmond pastor Erik Bonkovsky titled, Has Foodie Culture Forgotten the Poor?

http://www.christianitytoday.com/thisisourcity/richmond/has-foodie-culture-forgotten-poor.html

I can’t help but juxtapose Bonkovsky’s reflections with a congressional move to eliminate $40 billion from the Food Stamp program – I suppose congress thinks that the poor and hungry can always watch the Food Channel. Hunger is no joke and it is seldom a choice, it affects health, decisions, families, the crime rate (hungry people are driven to do things they may not otherwise do, just ask Marie Antoinette), and the ability to work.

People who think hungry people are lazy don’t know hungry people; people who think that the poor are lazy don’t know the poor, and people who think that employment is there for the asking are just plain ignorant and choose to be uninformed. And I might as well add that people who use a racial or socioeconomic profile when they think about these issues are the most ignorant of all.

This is a blog so my comments are limited by space, but let me tell you that it’s hard to find a job, it’s hard not just for an inner-city person to find a job, it’s hard for just about anyone to find a job – and it’s especially hard to find a job that will allow you to pay your bills, and it’s harder to find a job that will allow you to get ahead and move to a safer neighborhood, or keep the house or apartment you already have, and clothe your children, and purchase transportation or maintain the transportation you already have. And here’s a really big secret – if you have medical problems you have a choice – you can either go without medical care and suffer the consequences or you can seek treatment and face the bill collectors which in turn will affect your credit which will in turn affect your ability to find safe housing, purchase transportation, and to obtain many jobs. I read credit reports all the time in the course of my own job and I know what I’m talking about – I see what happens to people who are just trying to obtain the basics and who have medical issues – the myth that people at the lower end of the economic spectrum don’t have to pay for medical care is a joke – sooner or later they get hit with bills that most of us couldn’t pay. (While I’m on medical care, let’s not forget that a major catalyst for bankruptcy in the middle class is overwhelming medical expense).

But this is supposed to be about food isn’t it? But it isn’t just about food, it’s about our ungodly ability to compartmentalize society, to build firewalls between “us and them”. To ignore the hardships under which people strive to survive.

I often wonder what a starving person would think if he or she watched the Food Channel. I wonder how many hungry people our congressional representatives know. I wonder when the last time was a congressman or woman tried to find an average job. And now I wonder how I can translate my own words into action.

What Happened?

What happened that we have come to the place where people are condemned for judging evil rather than for doing evil?

Not the Way It’s Supposed to Be

Last night, as I was shutting down our computer, I looked at my email and saw a message from Mark Taylor, he sent it at 7:02 PM. Mark and Melody moved from Virginia to Arizona a year or so ago to train for foreign missions. We know Mark but we don’t know Mark, which is to say that we’ve been around him a few times, even had Mark and Melody over for dinner when we lived on the Zuck homestead. He can be very funny and cause your sides to ache from waves of laughter. Mark and Melody are unpretentious, down-to-earth, and compassionate. Mark’s email reads:

Hello friends, We have just learned that our 2 year old Granddaughter, Desiree Amaia Taylor, has passed away. She is the daughter of our son Gabriel. Please pray for Gabe & for our family & for the family of Brittany, Gabe's wife. Reports are sketchy at present, but we are told she stopped breathing.

Thursday morning Vickie and I prayed for Desiree, just like we’ve been praying for Desiree since her birth when Mark and Melody told us there were health problems with their newborn granddaughter. It’s been a year, maybe more, since we received an update on her health but she’s continued to be part of our prayer lives. In fact, when Vickie and I pray for others Desiree has been linked to Tyler and Carolyn; Tyler is the teenage-grandson of friends and Carolyn is the young-adult niece of friends; both Tyler and Carolyn have rare diseases. Our prayer has been along the lines of, “We pray for Tyler and Carolyn and Desiree and ask you to please heal these young people and have mercy on their families.” We pray for the three together…now we’ll pray for comfort for Desiree’s family. This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be, but it is the way it is.  

This has been one of those seasons at work when it’s not the way it’s supposed to be has been a daily reality, front and center. Job applicants failing drug testing, an employee who looses his job due to a failed drug test, lying and deceit, subterfuge and defamation when being held accountable, and theft by a trusted team member. On the one hand the fact that it’s not the way it’s supposed to be ensures that I will always have plenty to do at work, on the other hand it does get wearisome. When it’s not the way it’s supposed to be is raging it is like being blindsided by wave after wave at the beach, once the first wave in a series hits it is difficult to regain orientation and firm footing, the waves keep coming, the sand keeping churning, and you remind yourself to stay calm and don’t swallow water.

A friend called me yesterday afternoon, “Bob, did you get an email from Kevin?”

“No,” I answered.

“His church forced him out, I thought I should tell you in case you can encourage him.”

Kevin had only been at his church two years, not long but not surprising considering statistics on pastor tenure. Kevin isn’t a “friend” in the true sense of the word; I hardly know him, his wife, and his children. Yet I have spent time with him and I have met his wife and children so I have a feel for this family who is now faced with an uncertain future. As I recall the pastor – candidate process didn’t take very long, again not surprising because that’s the way most of these things are handled – people are in too much of a hurry to spend time together, to talk, to explore, to pray, to do their best that the pastor and the church make a good match. Unspoken mismatched expectations eventually lead to conflict.

A couple of months ago I looked across the table at Cracker Barrel at Brien as I listened to his story. His family had moved from the Pacific Northwest to Georgia so he could accept a “call” to a church at the behest of his denomination – he lasted less than six months due to an extended family not relinquishing dictatorial control over the congregation. When I learned that he had made only one candidating trip to the church I asked him why he spent so little time with the prospective church, his answer was that that is the way it is done in his denomination. Pretty stupid. What Kevin and Brien and their families are experiencing is not the way it is supposed to be.

As Christian apologists have pointed out, it’s not the way it’s supposed to be should give us pause to consider where we get this idea that things should be different, how do we come to have an idea that things should be different? Where does this idea come from? If we are the products of time plus matter plus chance then there is no logical reason we should be able to visualize life other than as life is, life as it is should simply be the norm and we should have no sense of things beyond the norm. There should be no difference between dying young and dying old or dying in middle age beyond utilitarian considerations, there should be no difference between a doctor and a killer beyond utilitarian considerations – beyond my personal wants and needs – if in fact what we see is all there is. But we don’t think what we see is all there is, even professed atheists generally think there is something better beyond a simply scientific or utilitarian  “better” – just observe the way they treat their children, their children are more than objects, more than “things”. As we move beyond ourselves we should ask, “How did we get beyond ourselves? What did we touch? What moved us? How did we mutually arrive at the same place in terms of thinking, of ideal, of experiencing joy, of appreciating beauty? How is any form of community possible if there is not something beyond ourselves which we can touch and which touches us?”

I didn’t sleep much last night as I pondered it’s not the way it’s supposed to be.

I was driving to work this past Thursday morning on winding Bailey Bridge Road when a call came in, Vickie’s name flashed on the dashboard screen. Since I had only left the house a few minutes ago I was surprised to see her call; I was more surprised to hear what she had to say. “I was reading the Chesterfield Observer (a weekly paper) and saw that Adam (not his real name) was arrested for a sex crime.” Before the day was over we learned that the crime involved a minor. The thing is, you see, is that Adam is our former son-in-law and that Adam has custody of our granddaughters. We don’t know the details (nor would I share them if we did) and there has not yet been a trial; this is a sickening feeling for a grandparent, this is not the way it’s supposed to be.