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16!

Frances (left) and Katherine (right) turn 16 today! We are so proud of these two! They are caring, informed, studious young people. Every day we are amazed by them.

Katherine and Frances Turn 15!

Katherine and Frances on their 15th birthday

Frances and Katherine Turn 11!

Robin Williams...and my Dad

My latest on @HuffingtonPost: #RobinWilliams...and my dad: http://t.co/8wojKYSKgj

— Rev. Chuck Currie (@RevChuckCurrie) August 12, 2014

Frances and Katherine Turn Nine!

Frances and Katherine turn 9 today!

Look back on all their birthday photos:

http://chuckcurrie.blogs.com/chuck_currie/the_twins/ 

Why Judy Bright Supported Obamacare

My latest on The Huffington Post:

"Judy Bright -- a certified nurse midwife, advanced nurse practitioner, public health administrator and my mother -- died before she could take advantage of Obamacare, but as an advocate for public health and someone with a pre-existing condition, she knew the difference it would make for millions of Americans."

Why Judy Bright Supported Obamacare

Dew Drop Clock from The E. Ingraham Company

In the house of my grandparents, C.O. "Rock" Bright and Frances Bright, was a Dew Drop Clock from The E. Ingraham Company, built sometime in the late 1880s.  My uncle has it now.  It originally belonged, as I understand it, to my great-grandmother, Nina Gravening Bright.

This clock was special. Something about the age fascinated me.  My grandfather had also put a lot of work into restoring the wood work. The sound echoed throughout the house and the "tick-tock" at night would be the only noise you'd hear and the sound I would fall to sleep to.

I recently found a clock just like it from a dealer on EBay.  When you purchase something like this online - and I've been searching for a number of years - there are many worries.  But this has turned out to be a story worthy of Antiques Roadshow.  The clock I purchased was in excellent condition and with just a bit of restoration by one of the few clock repair stores in Portland that specialize in this area the clock is up and running.  All the parts are original - as you can see from the photos below - which adds value to the clock.  My hope is that this will become a piece that is passed down in our family just as the other clock has been and that my daughters enjoy it has much as I did the one in my grandparent's home.  

My house now has that familiar sound that reminds me of my grandparents. Priceless, really.

What I'm Thankful For

2012 has not been an easy year.  We lost my mother, Judy Bright, to cancer in April at only 62 and during that time I was diagnosed and treated for a cancer of my own.  Despite these difficulties there is much to be thankful for.  I’m thankful for the honor to serve God as the minister of both Sunnyside Church and University Park Church here in Portland, to study on-line and on-site at Chicago Theological Seminary (and for the grace they have shown me this year) and for my family and friends who have lifted me up during challenging times.  

In the Hebrew Scriptures we find Psalm 100:

1 Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth.

2   Worship the Lord with gladness;

   come into his presence with singing.

3 Know that the Lord is God.

   It is he that made us, and we are his;*

   we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

4 Enter his gates with thanksgiving,

   and his courts with praise.

   Give thanks to him, bless his name.

5 For the Lord is good;

   his steadfast love endures for ever,

   and his faithfulness to all generations.

In this spirit, I give thanks for all the many blessings I have.  Despite the injuries suffered over this year it is hard not to feel overwhelmed with blessings as Liz and I watch our daughters grow and as I become closer with the parishioners whom I am in ministry with.     

It goes without saying that 2012 has been a difficult time for many in our nation and the world.  I give special thanks to those who find in their faith the courage to work for justice and the common good.  And I pray for a better tomorrow for us all.  

Hurricane Hazel Currie, Beloved Dog, 2001 - 2012

Hurricane Hazel Currie, our amazing Australian Cattle Dog, lost her battle to kidney disease today.  She was proceeded in death by her companion Hurricane Hugo B. Currie.  Hazel was a feisty dog with great intelligence and agility.  A six foot fence wasn't big enough. She'd jump right over it.  So we had to build an 8 foot fence.  With Hugo, she went to work with me most days and enjoyed barking at the mailman and unexpected parishioners.  Her favorite job of all time was herding Hugo. Like Hugo, Hazel was named after a famous South Carolina hurricane.  Hazel was a little wary when Frances and Katherine, our daughters, were born but soon discovered she could herd them. She also kept watch over them at the park. Dogs are people too, I say, and I will forever miss my friend Hazel. 

Frances and Hazel running at Grandma Judy's house on Puget Island

Hugo and Hazel in 2006 with "Big Dog," one of the twin's toys 

"God Never Gives You More Than You Can Handle. Never." - Tig Notaro

When my mother, Judy Bright, was diagnosed over a year ago with a terminal form of cancer there seemed only two choices for me: either laugh at the absurdity of it all or cry. I've done both, of course, but decided when she first got sick that I would go to bed each night laughing at something.  

So I've downloaded comedy shows and albums and each night before going to bed - even now, six months after my mother passed - I listen to them still. Laughter became even more important when in my mother's final months I was diagnosed with cancer.  Look, you've got to laugh at that.  

There we were - my mom and me, her dying and me recovering from surgery - sitting side by side taking pain medications and making fun of our predicament.  We certainly weren't going to sit there and feel sorry for ourselves all day, though we did some of that too.

I asked friends on Facebook and elsewhere for recommendations for good comedians I should try out.  Most didn't know how these voices of laughter were and still are sustaining me during a time of grief and transition.  My old friend Jim Hinds suggested I listen to a woman named Tig Notaro. Never heard of her before but I gave her a try and enjoyed her low-key approach to comedy.  I laughed a lot at her stories.

Tig Notaro is in the news a lot now because of a recent set she did just after learning she had cancer - shortly after her mother tragically died and she went through a breakup.

She jokes:  

"God never gives you more than you can handle. Never.  Never.  When you've had it God goes alright, that's it.  I just keep picturing God going: you know what, I think she can take a little more..."

"Why, God, Why?...God is insane...If there at all." 

The set is incredibly honest.  She asks the questions we all ask.  And I cannot help hearing some of my own story in hers.  I don't believe in a God that causes cancer, and I don't believe in a God who puts people in impossible situations to test them.  But these are common understandings of God and sometimes I wish there was a Superman version of God who could fix all our problems but the God I know walks the journey of life with us rather than pre-ordaining a future that we'll simply follow or who will rescue us (except perhaps in ways that we don't understand fully).

Tig Notaro is a gift from God.  She might not know that.  So are all the other comedians who have been my companions these many months of grief and, for me, also recovery.  They lift me up on eagles wings and help me see the truly funny side of the parts of our lives that are out of our control as part of the human experience.  I am grateful to Tig Notaro for sharing her story and for letting me laugh along with it. 

Prostate Cancer Awareness Month

This past January, at age 42, I was diagnosed with prostate cancer.  That's pretty young.  But there is a history of this disease on my mother's side of the family and she insisted that I get screened - a screening that normally wouldn't have occurred for someone my age - and what a good thing she did.  If the cancer had gone a few more years undetected it might not have been treatable.  My mother knew what she was talking about.  She demanded I get screened as she started hospice care for a cancer that went undetected and that would take her life in early April.

September is Prostate Cancer Awareness Month.  If you have a family history of this cancer it is important to talk with your physican about the risks and whether or not screening is appropriate.  Sometimes it isn't.  Prostate cancer is often a slow growing cancer and treatment in those who are eldery is often worse than the cancer.  But for younger men it can be the difference between life or death.  The difference between being there for your children or not. I was fortunate to get the best treatment possible at Oregon Health Sciences University.

I'm glad I get the chance to be there for my children. 

Honoring Judy Bright At The Bald Eagle Festival Parade

This weekend was the annual Bald Eagle Festival in Cathlmet, Washington.  As the Citizen of the Year for 2011 in Cathlamet, my mother - Judy Bright - was scheduled to ride in the festival's parade yesterday.  Taking her place were her five grandchildren who rode atop a fire truck (mom had been a volunteer EMT among many other activities) with their grandfather, Dr. John C. Thomas.

It was for our family another opportunity to be reminded of all the great things that Judy Bright did for her community and for us.  We, of course, miss her deeply each and every day.

Katherine and Frances Turn 8!

Look back over the years at how they've grown! http://chuckcurrie.blogs.com/chuck_currie/the_twins/

In Honor Of Judy Bright

A rose bush was planted in honor of Judy Bright, my mother, today at the Julia Butler Hansen Heritage Center in recognition of her being named Cathlamet 2011 Citizen of the Year by the Cathlamet Women's Association. My mother received her award at a dinner in early December but was unable to attend today's ceremony because she passed away on April 3, 2012 due to complications related to cancer.

Our family appreciated the hospitality shown today by the Cathlamet community in honoring Judy Bright in this way for her work.

A Prayer For Mother's Day #mothersday

Judy Bright with son Chuck Currie in 1969

Creator God, this Mother's Day we stop to give you thanks for our mothers. We remember the times that they have set-aside their own needs to tend to ours. We remember those moments where they have expressed love for us when no one else would. We give you praise for the gift of human creation. And on this day we remember moms that we have lost and ask that your spirit hold them fast – and that you watch over us as we still grieve. We also ask for your healing touch for mothers who have lost children and for women who have tried to conceive but been unable to. Help us in different ways to be the family for those that have no other. God of Justice, we also lift up to you today those mothers who are struggling to provide shelter, food and medical care for their children. Use us as instruments of your will as we seek to build the Kingdom you have promised – a place where all such inequities are washed away. We also acknowledge, O God, that not every mother is perfect. Help us to forgive those that have wronged us. Forgive us to, dear Lord, for the times we have not shown our mothers the love and appreciation they deserve for all the mighty gifts they have given us. In the name of Jesus, born of Mary, we pray. Amen.

- The Rev. Chuck Currie

(Pictured above: Judith F. Bright, ARNP, CNM, MPA. My mom who passed away April 3, 2012.)

Celebration of Life For Judy Bright: Photos and Video

A Celebration of Life for Judy Bright, my mother, was held this Saturday in Cathlamet, Washington.  You can download a copy of the order of service here.

Photos from the weekend with family and from the service can be viewed here:

Memorial Weekend For Judy Bright

And the eulogy I gave for my mother is now online. Other portions of the service may be made available later:

Eulogy For Judith F. Bright, ARNP, CNM, MPH from The Rev. Chuck Currie on Vimeo.

Our family is all deeply appreciative of the hundreds who attended the service and the many more who have reached out with cards, e-mails, flowers, donations to charities and phone calls.

Related Post: Judy Bright 1949-2012

4/24/12 Update: The full service is now available to watch online:

Judy Bright 1949 - 2012

Update: The Celebration of Life for Judy Bright has now been set for Sat., 4/14 at 2 pm at Wendt Elementary School in Cathlamet, WA (265 South 3rd Street). All are welcome. More information is available on Facebook.  Cathlamet is about 1.5 hours from Portland.  Check out this Google map for directions.

Judith Frances Bright, certified nurse mid-wife, advanced nurse practitioner, and public health administrator, died on April 3, 2012 from complications related to peritoneal cancer.  Judy, as she was known to family and friends, was born in Columbia, SC., on June 12, 1949, to the late C.O. "Rock" Bright and the late Frances Crout Bright.  She graduated from Columbia's Dreher High School in 1967.  Judy attended the University of South Carolina, obtained her nursing degree from Charleston Southern University in 1971, a certificate in nurse midwifery from the Medical College of South Carolina in 1975, and later obtained a bachelor of nursing degree at Linfield College, and a master of public administration at Lewis and Clark College, both in Portland.

She worked in public health settings across the South before the family moved to Oregon in 1979.  Judy worked a brief stint at St. Vincent Hospital before going into private practice as a certified nurse midwife in Forest Grove.  She later returned to public health with a position at the Washington County Health Department and then as director of the Beaverton Planned Parenthood office.  Judy later became the founding director of Healthy Steps Clinic, a program of Southwest Washington Medical Center in Vancouver, Washington, that provided maternity care to low-income women.  After over ten years, she left Healthy Steps and eventually accepted the position as director of the Wahkiakum County Department of Health and Human Services in Cathlamet, Washington.  Due to declining health, she retired on January 1, 2012. 

Judy was active in many causes from public schools to public health over her lifetime.  The Cathlamet Women's Club named her "Citizen of the Year for 2011" for her various activities.  They cited not only her professional accomplishments but her service as a 'board member of the Wahkiakum County Search and Rescue as well as Training Coordinator for the Search and Rescue K9 Unit and, further, as a member of Flotilla 71 U.S. Coast Guard Auxiliary."  In recognition of this award from the Cathlamet Women's Club, President Barack Obama wrote Judy a personal note on January 30, 2012 saying: "I want to congratulate you on this achievement and thank you for your abiding commitment to public service."

Her favorite activities included volunteering as an EMT with the Cathlamet Fire Department, quilting (she made beautiful quilts for many family members), training her dog Noble in Search and Rescue, and traveling to Mexico with her husband John. 

Judy is survived by her husband of 17 years, Dr. John C. Thomas of Cathlamet, WA.; brother and sister-in-law Dr. and Mrs. C.O. Bright, Jr. of Columbia, S.C.; and by her three children: The Rev. Chuck Currie and his wife Liz Smith Currie (Portland, Oregon), Jennifer L. Currie and her significant other David Stout (Hillsboro, Oregon); and Heather C. Currie Medders and her husband Richard Medders (Hillsboro, Oregon).  She is also survived by her step-son Charles Thomas (Portland, Oregon), and nieces Tonya Bright Gramann (Grenville, S.C.) and Dr. Debra Bright Huss (Lexington, KY).  Judy took great pride in her five grandchildren: Dylan Michael Medders, Devin Bright Medders, Ian Rock Bertrand (Currie), Frances Bright Currie, and Katherine Chalmers Currie.  She took great joy each year in bringing them all to the Bald Eagle Festival and in celebrating their achievements in school and athletics.

Most of Judy's immediate family was able to travel together this past November to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico for a special Thanksgiving celebration.

The family invites you to contribute, in lieu of flowers, to the Wahkiakum County Search and Rescue K9 Unit or the American Cancer Society.

Update: A Celebration of Life was held on Saturday, April 14th at 2pm at Cathlamet's Wendt Elementary School.  Photos and video of the service can be found here.

On April 4, 2012 the flag at the Wahkiakum County Courthouse was lowered to half-mast in honor of Judy Bright.

Downtime

Starting this coming week I'll be downsizing the scope of my activities for a month or so. Much of my time will be spent working on a class on public theology at Chicago Theological Seminary where I'm working on on a doctor of ministry degree. I'm serving as the TA for the course made up of MDiv, DMin and PhD students. The rest of my time will be spent with family as right now our family requires all the attention possible. For now, I'm largely declining meeting invitations, etc. A little downtime is good for the body and soul. But don't worry. I'll come roaring back in the next month.

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Rick Santorum, Whitney Houston, And My Dad

Rick Santorum weighed in with his thoughts on the death of pop singer Whitney Houston tonight.  He called Houston, who apparently died of a prescription drug overdose - possibly combined with alcohol - a " poor example" and said that celebrities with such problems have "a very harmful downstream effect."  It is true that celebrities (including politicians) are seen for good or bad as role models but addiction is a disease that kills the famous and the non famous alike.  I know.  My father died from an overdose of sleeping pills combined with alcohol in 1998.

My understanding is that Huston sought treatment on several occasions.  My father, C. Stephen Currie, did as well.  He was the child of abusive parents who, like he would become, were alcoholics.  His older brother and sister died in circumstances similar to his own years before he would.  Treatment works for many - and we should do everything in our power to expand treatment opportunities because addiction is a disease and not a lifestyle choice, as Senator Santorum implied - but it does not work for all.  How many in-patient programs did my father participate in? How many 12-step meetings?  My father was an award winning television producer and one-time president of NAPTE International.  Like Houston, however, his talent couldn't overcome his disease. 

Calling addicts a poor example misses the point.  There is more that we need to learn about the science of addiction and why some people overcome it and some don't.  Researches tell us it has a lot to do with the brain, genes, formative childhood experiences, and trauma that can be experienced later in life.

Flip answers from politicians trying to score political points don't help.  Personal choice and responsibility plays a role in addiction - no question, and those who face the terror of addiction still must be held accountable for their actions - but if politicians truly want to be helpful they'll advocate for additional research funding in this area and support programs that do help many people recover and go on to lead productive and happy lives.

I don't judge Whitney Houston.  I grieve for her.  In her death, I remember my father's.  In her face, I see the face of God.               

Nine Years Ago Today

Happy anniversay to us!

Merry Christmas

Luke 2:(1-7) 8-20 (NRSV)

In those days a decree went out from Emperor Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration and was taken while Quirinius was governor of Syria. All went to their own towns to be registered. Joseph also went from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to the city of David called Bethlehem, because he was descended from the house and family of David. He went to be registered with Mary, to whom he was engaged and who was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for her to deliver her child. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.

In that region there were shepherds living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid; for see — I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger." And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying,

"Glory to God in the highest heaven,
   and on earth peace among those whom he favors!"

When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let us go now to Bethlehem and see this thing that has taken place, which the Lord has made known to us." So they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the child lying in the manger. When they saw this, they made known what had been told them about this child; and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.

Christmas Message from Rev. Chuck Currie from The Rev. Chuck Currie on Vimeo.

Don't Sexualize Our Children

My daughters are getting new Christmas dresses from their grandmother this year and since she lives far off in rural Washington where there aren't many stores I volunteered to get the dresses.  What I found was truly upsetting. 

Frances and Katherine are seven.  They like Barbie (which just kills me but what can you do), Pillow Pets and Nancy Drew mysteries.  They've been privileged, I recognize this, to grow up without needing anything.  Our kids are pretty innocent though they understand from both my work and Liz's that plenty of people are in need.

Having said all that, they like to dress like princesses.  When grown-ups kiss they yell "yuck."  Our kids are age appropriate.

But what the clothing the stores are trying to sell are anything but age appropriate.  I went to store after store at a local mall and found dresses that looked like outfits you'd find on 21 year olds at a night club instead of second-graders at a family party.  So here's my message to stores and clothing manufactures: stop trying to sexualize our children.  Let kids be kids. 

And parents everywhere could do their children a real favor by resisting all the marketing these companies put into selling this kind of trash.  Children deserve better.  My mother taught me so, thank God.             

Happy Thanksgiving!

"For my own part I wish the Bald Eagle had not been chosen the Representative of our Country. He is a Bird of bad moral Character. He does not get his Living honestly. You may have seen him perched on some dead Tree near the River, where, too lazy to fish for himself, he watches the Labour of the Fishing Hawk; and when that diligent Bird has at length taken a Fish, and is bearing it to his Nest for the Support of his Mate and young Ones, the Bald Eagle pursues him and takes it from him.

"With all this Injustice, he is never in good Case but like those among Men who live by Sharping & Robbing he is generally poor and often very lousy. Besides he is a rank Coward: The little King Bird not bigger than a Sparrow attacks him boldly and drives him out of the District. He is therefore by no means a proper Emblem for the brave and honest Cincinnati of America who have driven all the King birds from our Country....

"I am on this account not displeased that the Figure is not known as a Bald Eagle, but looks more like a Turkey. For the Truth the Turkey is in Comparison a much more respectable Bird, and withal a true original Native of America... He is besides, though a little vain & silly, a Bird of Courage, and would not hesitate to attack a Grenadier of the British Guards who should presume to invade his Farm Yard with a red Coat on."

--Benjamin Franklin, in a letter to his daughter

It is a Thanksgiving tradition of mine to post this letter from Mr. Franklin.

This year we are in Puerto Vallarta celebrating with my mother, Judy Bright, who has this year fought a rare form of cancer.  Not only are Liz and I here with our children but my step-father, Dr. John Thomas, is with us along with my sisters and their children, my wonderful nephews.  We have a lot to be thankful for even as we know this journey is not finished.

My prayers on this Thanksgiving are for the world and all those who suffer from hunger and homelessness, discrimination and oppression, and fear.  Let justice roll down like a mighty river.  Amen.

We're Ready For Halloween 2011

Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me! In Portland @waitwait

We just got back from watching the taping of Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me! The NPR News Quiz.  Normally the show is broadcast from Chicago but they travel from time to time and this week made their way back to Portland.  Wait Wait is the best program on radio bar none.  I listen every week (mostly from the free podcast) and have always wanted to see the show live.  Tonight was my chance thanks to Liz, my wife.  The tickets were a birthday gift this past winter.

Oregon's Shadow Lake Fire

“To commit a crime against the natural world is a sin. For humans to cause species to become extinct and to destroy the biological diversity of God’s creation . . . for humans to degrade the integrity of Earth by causing changes in its climate, by stripping the Earth of its natural forests, or destroying its wetlands . . . for humans to injure other humans with disease . . . for humans to contaminate the Earth’s waters, its land, its air, and its life, with poisonous substances . . . these are sins.”

- Ecumenical Patriarch Bartholomew, 2005

We spent the early part of the Labor Day weekend at Suttle Lake where we had spectacular views of the Shadow Lake fire raging in the Mt. Washington area.  500 people were evaucated from Big Lake last night as the fire grew.  It began over a week ago after a lightening strike.

We witnessed helicopters taking water from smaller water bodies in the area they then used to dump on the fire.  As of today, however, the fire is reported as 0% contained.  At Suttle Lake - besides the view - the only impact we felt was the occassion smell of smoke.  Suttle Lake Lodge, part of the complex we stayed at, has burned down three times in the past.  The most recent fire at Suttle Lake was six years ago.  

Fires are hiting Oregon very hard right now.  Part of this is the natural cycle of life in the Pacific Northwest, of course.  Yet the impact of fires have been made worse in recent years - and this point has to be stressed - because of on-going climate change. 

Forest Service Chief Tom Tidwell recently told Congress:

"Throughout the country, we're seeing longer fire seasons, and we're seeing snowpacks that, on average, are disappearing a little earlier every spring," he said, as well as devastating droughts. As a result, fire seasons have lengthened by more than 30 days, on average.

"Our scientists believe this is due to a change in climate," said Tidwell.

We can pretend this isn't true but we do so at our peril.  I cannot say that the Shadow Lake fire is a direct result of climate change or not but it is clear that climate change is increasing the severity of forest fires across the globe.  It is a sin to ignore our responsibility to act as stewards of creation.   

Star Trek In The Park: A Portland Summer Tradition

We've just returned from one of our new favorite Portland summer traditions: Star Trek in the Park.  Each year a group of local actors in the group Atomic Arts puts on an episode of classic Trek as an outdoor play with Captain Kirk and crew.  This year the show is Mirror, Mirror where Kirk and three other officers find themselves in an alternative universe where good guys like Mr. Spock have gone bad...very bad.

The weather was excellent and the acting was great.  While it is nice to have an event in this part of NE Portland the problem with Woodlawn Park is that the venue isn't very accessible.  Most of the crowd actually ends up behind the "stage".  There is no sound and while the actors do an admirable job of projecting it is impossible to hear at times.  Despite that - well, who cares.  The atmosphere is fun and the cast great.  The script?  Terrific, of course!  It plays for three more weeks.  Go! Engage!  

Here are a few photos from tonight (poor as they might be):

Related Post: The Gospel According To Star Trek: A Sermon On The Resurrection (Video)

Frances and Katherine Turn 7!

Happy birthday!

The Worst 4th Of July Ever

We decided to watch the fireworks from Portland's Mt. Tabor tonight and that provoked a discussion:  should we view the fireworks from the top or down near the water reservoir?  Liz cited Willamette Week in arguing for the reservoir:

As the highest elevation point on the close-in east side, the upper slopes of Mount Tabor afford the best vantage point for watching Fourth of July fireworks shows from Oaks Park to Fort Vancouver. By the park’s upper reservoir, a quiet crowd of families, couples, dogs and other upstanding Portland denizens ooh and ahh at the rockets’ red glare. Yawn-inducing, isn’t it? But above the reservoir, on Tabor’s dimly lit hillsides, are the city’s real liberty-lovers—and Southeast Portland’s (if not all of Portland’s) largest drinking-and-illegal-fireworks-launching Independence Day party.

I advocated for the top of the mountain.  If you're gonna see fireworks you've gotta have the best view and what does Willamette Week know?

More than me, apparently.

We arrived three hours early, lots of families already there, enjoyed a picnic, took the kids to the playground, watched a beautiful sunset over the Portland skyline and then waited for the fireworks to begin.

And that's when the liberty-lovers showed up.  Drunk.  Really drunk.  And they stood directly in front of all the families and other folks who had waited hours for the show - blocking the view.

People cried:  Down in front!  A few listened but a lot didn't.  Frustrated, I went in to explain the situation.

You've got kids here who've been waiting hours and you're blocking the view.  Just sit down or move. 

No way, said the ring leader.  This is about freedom.

Freedom?  Did I just walk into a Tea Party rally?

That's right, he said, freedom to stand where you want.  And who cares about the kids anyway.  They won't remember this when they grow up.  If I move I won't be able to see.  

That's when I lost my temper.  Did he really say that?  Yep, he did.  I don't lose my temper very often but oh boy tonight was a night.  Lyndon Johnson would have enjoyed some of the language I used but I regret it.  It wasn't helpful and was even foolish.  

What I should have told the little freedom lover was that when the Founders signed the Declaration on July 4th they concluded it by saying:

"And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor." 

They didn't say "I."  Freedom isn't about just "I."  Freedom is about "us."  How we live together.  How we support one another. 

I let my anger take away a good opportunity.  Then again, he was drunk and it wouldn't have mattered.

The real lesson here is that Liz is always right from the start. 

Willamette Week?  They still get stuff wrong all the time.

Still, it was a beautiful sunset.

A Prayer For Father's Day

We give our thanks, Creator God, for the fathers in our lives. Fatherhood does not come with a manual and reality teaches us that some fathers excel while others fail. We ask for your blessings for them all and forgiveness where it is needed. This Father's Day we remember the many sacrifices fathers make for their children and families and the ways both big and small they lift children to achieve dreams thought beyond reach. So too we remember all those who have helped fill the void when fathers pass early or are absent - grandfathers and uncles, brothers and cousins, teachers, pastors and coaches - and the women of our families. For those of us who are fathers, we ask for wisdom and humility in the face of the task of parenting. Give us the strength to do well by our children and by you. In your Holy name, O God, we pray. Amen.

- The Rev. Chuck Currie

Photo:  Standing with C.O. "Rock" Bright (1917-2010), my grandfather, in the early 1990s.

Leaving Salem And What's Next

As many of you know, I've been serving as the acting minister of Salem's First Congregational United Church of Christ since February.  The congregation has now chosen an interim minister (a position I was not interested in) and will shortly begin their expected 12-14 month search for a permanent minister.  My last Sunday preaching there will be next week - June 19th at 10:30 am.  All are welcome.

I've deeply enjoyed serving this church.  First Congregational United Church of Christ, located just blocks from the Oregon State Capitol, is an Open and Affirming congregation with a rich history of work on issues including racial justice (way back in the late 1800s) and more recently on immigration reform.  I have found the people there to be energized about ministry and deeply committed to building up the Kingdom.

Later this summer I'll be returning to the campus of UCC-related Chicago Theological Seminary to continue work that I began this winter toward a doctor of ministry degree. 

At the same time, I'll be exploring new ministry opportunities and possible work with area non-profits (a copy of my current CV can be downloaded here).  There are currently no UCC congregations actively searching for clergy in this conference but we are committed to Oregon for various reasons - including family commitments and our deep love for this special place.

2011 Portland Rose Festival Junior Parade

The Portland Rose Festival Junior Parade is a family event we dare not miss.  This year - even with roses not yet in bloom - was no exception.  Frances and Katherine cheered alongside their classmates as if the Beatles had appeared when Scooby Doo came by.  A number of their friends were parade participants which made it even more exciting.  And it didn't even rain.

Spring Has Arrived And I Have Proof

Children have ended their long winter hibernations and returned to the playgrounds in force.

The Oregon Journal: A Historical Receipt

We're in the midst of a remodel at our house (with only one burner on the stove working and the kitchen ceiling falling in we felt it was time).  Our house was built in 1926.  When the demolition occurred this historical gem was discovered within the walls.  It is a receipt for The Oregon Journal dated June 1926 (we're unable to make out the exact date...maybe June 11, 1926... but the receipt is marked paid on July 1, 1926).  The Oregon Journal folded in 1982.  In 1981, I was a paperboy for the publication.

A 1950 copy of something called The American Weekly was also found (which seems like a National Enquirer-type paper). 

Mt. St. Helens Earthquake Felt Throughout NW

A 4.3 M earthquake on Mt. St. Helens was felt throughout the region a short-time ago.  We felt it here on Puget Island, WA (about an hour from mountain) where I'm visiting my mother for the morning. A second smaller earthquake followed which we did not feel. No damage.

Related Post: The Resurrection of Mt. St. Helens

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What I Want For My Birthday: A Gift To Fight Cancer

42 years ago today my mother, Judy Bright, kindly gave birth to me.  For those that don't know my mom she is a certified nurse midwife and advanced nurse practictioner who currently works as the director of a county health and human services department.  Most of her professional career has been in public health.

My mother has always been a role model for my sisters and me.  She volunteers as an EMT, with a Search and Rescuse K-9 unit, and the U.S. Coast Auxiliary.  

She has spent her entire adult life in service to others and has always been a strong voice for women.  As a child, she took me to protest for the inclusion of women students at the then all-male Citadel in Charleston, S.C. (a battle that was finally won).  When many white families fled public schools in the South after intergration she and my father made the decision to put me in public schools and to work for their improvement.  The lessons I learned from her as a child have stayed with me.    

For my birthday - as my mom battles cancer - I want to invite my friends and readers of this blog to make a contribution in her honor to the American Cancer Society.  I could think of no better birthday gift.  Cancer touches so many people and the fight to end it is something we can all get behind.  The American Cancer Society is an important force in that fight and I urge you to donate as I have.  Thank you.

Acknowledments can be sent to:

Judy Bright, CNM, ARNP, MPA

c/o Wahkiakum County Health and Human Services

PO Box 696

Cathlamet, WA 98612 

(The picture above is with my mom and my father, the late C. Stephen Currie, and was taken when I was a month old.)

His Eye Is On The Sparrow

Perhaps my favorite hymn sung by one of my all time favorite singers.  It was performed at my grandfather's memorial last year and I know it was a favorite to The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. as well.  This hymn and the text on which it is based - Matthew 10:26-30 - sustains me in this hour as I lift up my mother, Judy Bright, and our family in prayer.  Let health be restored and hope never abandoned. 

Happy Holidays

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas

Our house is finally ready for Christmas.

Happy Halloween 2010!

We're all ready for tonight's trick-or-treaters.  Except that maybe Liz and I broke into the candy and, well, ate most of it.  Who buys chocolate two weeks before Halloween anyway? But a quick store run and we're set. Happy Halloween!  

Visiting Charleston

Our trip back to South Carolina continues.  We've spent most of our time on Kiawah Island just south of Charleston where this morning we saw dolphins and a shark.  Pretty exciting stuff.  Almost beats the alligator we keep seeing most mornings outside the place we're staying.  

We finally made it into the Holy City (Charleston's nickname given because of the city's large and diverse number of religious communities).  One stop was the Market.  This historic site is always a family favorite and I suspect has been since it first opened in the 1790s.  It is a community market with vendors that stretch for blocks.    

What always catches your eye are the basket weavers.  Descendants of slaves still make these works of art.

But what I noticed today that was different from previous visits were the number of vendors selling Fair Trade products.  

Fairtrade is an alternative approach to conventional trade and is based on a partnership between producers and consumers. Fairtrade offers producers a better deal and improved terms of trade. This allows them the opportunity to improve their lives and plan for their future. Fairtrade offers consumers a powerful way to reduce poverty through their every day shopping.

When a product carries the FAIRTRADE Mark it means the producers and traders have met Fairtrade standards. Thestandards are designed to address the imbalance of power in trading relationships, unstable markets and the injustices of conventional trade.

This is capitalism as it should work - a system that helps lift people out of poverty.

We also stopped by Circular Congregational Church, a United Church of Christ congregation in ecumenical partnership with the Presbyterian Church USA.  This congregation has an amazingly rich history:

The members of Circular Congregational Church are proud to be one of the oldest continuously worshipping congregations in the South. Among highlights of our history are: 

• Charles Towne's original settlers founded this protestant, or dissenting, church about 1681. 
• The graveyard is the city's oldest burial grounds with monuments dating from 1695. 
• The first meeting house on this site gave Meeting Street its name. 
• The third structure here, a vast, circular hall built in 1804, burned in 1861. 
• Bricks from "Old Circular" were used in building the present sanctuary, completed in 1892.
• Historically Independent: the congregation is now related to the United Church of Christ and the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.).

Circular Congregational Church doesn't live in the past, however. They're active in many ways and are an Open and Affirming congregation, welcoming of gays and lesbians, in a part of the world where that isn't always welcomed or popular.  But the people of Circular Congregational Church have decided to listen to the Holy Spirit instead of the polls and for that I've been a long time admirer.

Up next:  Columbia, the state's capitol.  

Returning To South Carolina

Tomorrow we return to South Carolina for a visit. My family has lived in the state since before the Revolutionary War and I lived in places like Spartanburg, Charleston and Columbia as a boy. I return often to visit family and feel fortunate that I have two states that I can call home: Oregon and The Palmetto State. 

But this will be my first return trip to Southern Carolina with both Fran and Rock, my grandparents, gone. It is, frankly, disorientating to think about being back without them there. They anchored our lives. Now they are part of the Great Cloud of Witnesses from our family - Velma, Betty, Evelyn and Steve, my father - to name a few. Truly, a generation has passed on the maternal side of my family and on the paternal side of my family we've lost the last two generations of our family to tragedy. 

Nonetheless, I am so excited to go back again. I love every chance I get to be back in South Carolina. And there is a new generation in our family (that's how it works, of course). My children and the children of my sisters and cousins: Dylan, Hannah, Devin, Ian, Frances, Katherine, Taylor, and Sawyer. We get to share with them all the wonders and beauties of this state that our family has called home for over three hundred years - stories that have been passed down to us from our great-grandparents (I knew them all on the maternal side of the family), grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts and older cousins. 

As we're in Charleston and Columbia this week, I can again share stories of our family with my daughters and show them the places that were special to me as a boy. One of the greatest memories I have as a child is the time I spent on the beach with my mother and then later summer trips to the beach with my sisters and cousins and extended members of the family. 

None-the-less, I'll also continue to mourn those that have gone before us and who gave us so much. Rock died just this March. Fran passed away in late 2003. I can hardly imagine a time when I won't miss them. I give praise to God for the gift of their lives and know that part of them continues to be with us as we raise the next generation of our family. We can only hope we do as good a job as they did for us.

Jim and Patty's Coffee Hosts "Community Singing and Ice Cream Social" To Fight Human Trafficking

Tonight we took the kids over to Jim and Patty's Coffee for a "Community Singing and Ice Cream Social" (those of you who know us will recognize this as Liz's idea...I really shouldn't be allowed to sing in public - a bad thing for a minister - but Liz has a good voice and loves nothing more than to sing and sing and sing).  Frances and Katherine enjoyed the ice cream more than the music, I think, and we did have to leave early for them to head to bed but it was a fun evening.  The best part is that proceeds benefited Our Mother's House, a new program at the Downtown Chapel that is "Portland’s first and only drop in center for mothers involved in human trafficking, prostitution and other forms of sex work."  Street Roots recently ran a story on their mission and the problem of human trafficking in our area that you can read here.  Additional information from Multnomah County Commissioner Diane McKeel and Multnomah County Commissioner Barbara Willer can be found on the county's website.  Jim and Patty's Coffee is to be commended for opening their doors and helping out the community in this important way.    

The Resurrection Of Mt. St. Helens

 We took a day trip to Mt. St. Helens today - which is a little less than two hours from Portland. You can see the mountain from the city on any clear day.

Frances and Katherine were with us, of course.  This was their first trip to Mt. St. Helens but they've always been fascinated with stories and photos of the May 18, 1980 eruption.  We were fortunate to bring my nephews - Dylan, Devin and Ian - along with us.  None of them had been to the mountain either.  We really lucked out as the clouds cleared up just as we arrived.

For both Liz and I this was the first time back in many years.  That last time I went was on May 18, 2000 for a special commemoration of the 20th anniversary of the eruption.  I went with my friend Paul Nickell.  Paul's mother and step-father were camping in an area considered by the authorities to be safe from any danger but the eruption that day was the size no one could have expected.  Their bodies were never found.  Most of the 57 people who died that day were in areas local, state and federal authorizes had deemed safe.  It took twenty years for any level of government to officially acknowledge the deaths of the 57 people because of fear of legal action on the part of survivors.  

What struck Liz and I so much today is all the life that has returned.  We saw birds, chipmunks and butterflies.  Elk are in the area but we didn't see any today (Liz had on a previous trip, however).  New trees are growing alongside the remnants of trees destroyed thirty years ago. 

I remember that eruption vividly.  It was a Sunday morning and an early morning phone call from KOIN-TV came in for my father (he was then the program operations manager at the CBS affiliate).  They needed him in the office because the mountain, which had been having small eruptions and hundreds of earthquakes for months, had literally collapsed on one side.  I went with him to the station.  As we drove into town you could see a massive mushroom cloud.  It looked like an atomic bomb but we'd later learn the force of the eruption was actually much more destructive.

In 30 years so much has changed.  What once looked like the moonscape is beginning to look like a forest again.  PBS's NOVA ran an episode a few months back to commemorate the 30th anniversary of May 18, 1980.  You can watch Mt. St. Helens: Back From The Dead online.

 

For Daniel: Say Hallelujah!

This post has been updated with additional information.

Daniel Medders, my sister Heather Currie Medders' brother-in-law, passed away on Thursday evening after spending a week in ICU following an incident which left him with a traumatic brain injury.

My prayers this early morning are for his parents, Mike and Christa, and his siblings, Rick and Michelle, and the rest of his family, including nephews and nieces.  Daniel was much loved.

His immediate family was with him much of the week.  Before Daniel was taken off life support we offered prayers to God.  We also read Psalm 23 from the Hebrew Scriptures as translated by Eugene Peterson in The Message:

^1-3 God, my shepherd! I don't need a thing. 
   You have bedded me down in lush meadows, 
      you find me quiet pools to drink from. 
   True to your word, 
      you let me catch my breath 
      and send me in the right direction. 

 ⁴ Even when the way goes through 
      Death Valley, 
   I'm not afraid 
      when you walk at my side. 
   Your trusty shepherd's crook 
      makes me feel secure. 

 ⁵ You serve me a six-course dinner 
      right in front of my enemies. 
   You revive my drooping head; 
      my cup brims with blessing. 

 ⁶ Your beauty and love chase after me 
      every day of my life. 
   I'm back home in the house of God for the rest of my life.    

Daniel was a music lover and played himself and it is this song from Tracy Chapman that has stuck with me throughout this evening. So I post it here for Daniel and for all his family and friends grieving today.

It is a song of hope that perhaps will bring some comfort to those hurting: Say Hallelujah! 

 

Updated: A message from Christa Medders from her Facebook page:

Christa Medders

Daniel's viewing will be Monday & Tuesday, July 5 & 6, 9:00 am - 7:00 pm. at Donelson Fir Lawn Memorial Center, 1070 West Main Street, Hillsboro, OR. Phone 503-640-2277. There will be markers there to write and draw on Daniel's casket. We are planning a celebration of Life for sometime in August. Please share the word. 

 

This obituary was printed in The Hillsboro Argus: 

Daniel Scott Medders was born Sept. 8,1981 in Portland,OR to Christa and Michael Medders. He joined his older brother and sister in a family who loved and cherished him from the moment he arrived. He spent his early years growing up in a small town where it was normal for him to be seen with his brother or sister at high school events with their dates while still a young boy. Daniel was loved by all who knew him. He was a gentle, sweet, caring, loyal person who worried a lot about his fellow man and the earth and tried to do things to help both. Daniel loved figuring out how things worked and to create things with this hands. Drawing was a first and lifelong love of his and then along came guitar playing as well as listening to any style or form of music. Daniel was interested in music for it's meaning, what it was, where it came from and how and why it was made. He spent many hours with his buddies perfecting his skate boarding moves and tricks and this was another activity he enjoyed to its fullest. His dog Hooch was truly a piece of his heart. Hooch was his buddy, wingman and confidant for many years and Daniel loved him with all his heart. Known as Uncle Dan to his nieces and nephews, he was considered by them to be fun, playful, loving, easy to talk to, and someone they all looked up to. Some of his favorite moments were spent enjoying good times with his many cousins, whom he loved more than they could ever know. Daniel was funny and had an excellent, wry sense of humor. His laugh was contagious, boisterous and full. He loved being happy. In his late teens and until his passing, Daniel enjoyed his other passion, cooking. All styles of cooking interested him and he was very proud to learn how to prepare and serve sushi at a fine Japanese restaurant as one of his many cooking accomplishments. He loved to explore and learn different cuisines and learned to prepare and serve many delicious plates of food that were enjoyed by hundreds, including family & friends. Daniel loved being social and made many friends who he cared for deeply. He was also close and loving with his mom and dad, brother and sister and their entire families. Daniel passed away peacefully July 1, 2010. His surviving family members include his mom and dad; Rick, Heather, Dylan & Devin Medders; Michelle, Jim, Michaela, Hayden, Zachary & Jami Leeper; and Jake, Katie, Steve and Cindy Hauser, as well as numerous aunts, uncles and cousins. He leaves friends too many to mention but they know who they are and how much Daniel loved each and every one of them. Daniel left us all many good memories. In lieu of flowers we know Daniel would appreciate donations made in his name to his favorite charity, Dead Dog Walking Pit Bull Rescue, http://www.deaddogwalkingpitbullrescue.org/, or by mail at 5630 Wahtonka Rd, The Dalles, OR 97058. This is a 501(c)3 registered non-profit charity. A Celebration of Daniel's Life will be held in August 2010 with more details to follow.

Barbie Cakes

We had an early birthday party for Frances and Katherine yesterday (their actual birthday is July 8th but we'll be out of town then so we wanted to have a gathering for friends and family before we left).  These were the cakes we ordered.  Ordering Barbie cakes for my daughters shows my complete failure as a father, I think.  But they loved them! 

Portland's Best Face: The Rose Festival Junior Parade

Today the Rose Festival Junior Parade was held here in our own backyard: Hollywood and Grant Park.  The Rose Festival's website reports:

From the very beginning, the Portland Rose Festival has celebrated our community's children. Portland's very first Rose Festival in 1907 included a children's parade of 2000 boys and girls representing 23 schools! In 1936, the Junior Parade became an official Rose Festival event. Since that time, the parade has become a beloved tradition for many Portland families.

This year over 30 school marching bands took part and kids were everywhere.  I brought Frances and Katherine and they had a blast with many friends from school.  Their only complaint:  dad didn't think to bring cash for cotton candy.

Even the rain held off (mostly).  This really is the Rose City at our best.

Rock Bright, My Grandfather, Passed Away Today

Updated below with a podcast of the eulogy from Rock's funeral.

C.O. “Rock” Bright, my grandfather, passed away a short time ago in Columbia, South Carolina. His death won’t make the papers but for our family he was everything. Nearly 92, he lived a full life that focused on his family more than anything. I learned a lot from him about character and about how to be a good husband and father. He was a Navy veteran who built boats and then worked as a welder and salesman. Rock boxed in his youth – which is how he got his nickname – and loved to golf. When Frances, his wife and my grandmother, was left incapacitated by a terrible stroke he stayed by her side in her nursing home every single day – every single day. His love for her was total. So was his love for my mother, Judith Bright, and my uncle, Dr. C.O. “Rocky” Bright, Jr. His grandchildren and great grandchildren felt that same love and we were all devoted to him. 92 years might seem like a lot but we would have loved another 100. In the midst of my first political campaign the timing couldn’t be worse but I will return to South Carolina next week for the funeral. Family comes before politics and anyone who thinks otherwise should vote for another candidate. I invite your prayers and good thoughts for Rock and our family.

 

 

From The State

Columbia - Funeral service for Chester Orvil “Rock” Bright Sr., 92, will be held 11 a.m. Tuesday, March 16, 2010, at Shandon Baptist Church with burial in Greenlawn Memorial Park. Visitation is 6:30-8:30 p.m. Monday at Dunbar Funeral Home, Devine Street Chapel. 
Mr. Bright, husband of the late Frances Crout Bright, died March 12, 2010. Born April 18, 1917, in Turtle Lake, Wis., he was a son of the late Clifford D. and Nina Gravening Bright. He was a graduate of Columbia High School and attended Presbyterian College. He served in the Navy during WWII. He was a member of Shandon Baptist Church for more than 60 years, where he taught Sunday school. A welder and pipefitter, in his later years he worked in the wholesale grocery business. Rock enjoyed golf, painting, church and family.
Surviving are his son, Dr. Chester O. “Rocky” Bright Jr. (Ruth A.), Columbia; daughter, Judith Frances Bright (John C. Thomas), Cathlamet, Wash.; grandchildren, Tonya Gramann, Debra Huss, Rev. Charles Currie Jr., Jennifer Currie, Heather Medders; great-grandchildren, Hannah Gramann, Dylan and Devin Medders, Ian Rock Bertrand, Katherine and Frances Currie, Taylor and Sawyer Huss. He was predeceased by brothers, Bernard, George and Eugene Bright. 
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Harvest Hope, P.O. Box 451, Columbia, SC 29202 or Cooperative Ministries, 126 Blythewood Road, Blythewood, SC 29016. 
Special thanks to the administration and staff of N.H.C. Parklane for their loving care.

Updated 3/16/10:  We had a nice funeral service today for Rock here in Columbia.  Below is a podcast of the eulogy that I delivered for my grandfather on behalf of our family.

Download Eulogy For Rock Bright 3-16-10

(some browsers - like Firefox or Google Chrome - will allow you to simply click on the link and listen...otherwise click with the RIGHT mouse button on the hyperlink and choose “Save Target As” and save to your desktop or other folder – once downloaded click on the file to listen).

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What I Really Told Willamette Week - The Full Story

Liz and I showed up today in the pages of Willamette Week's "Valentine's Day" special edition. We're more than just Star Trek geeks, as the article implies. Below is the full response sent to WW that shows just how romantic the two of us really are.....

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays To You All