St. Mark's Stories

Faith at Work: A Justice and Advocacy series on how our faith informs and supports our work in the world.

We are called to be the neighbor we are meant to be

 

Jeanine Maruca smiled as she recalled a moment in her childhood. “I spoke at my kindergarten graduation and said I wanted to be a nurse to help sick people,” she said. 

 

Jeanine did not become a nurse, but helping people has been the touchstone of her life since earning a master’s degree in social work at Virginia Commonwealth University. Early on in her career she played a key role in creating CARITAS and finding transitional housing for Richmond’s homeless. 

 

For the past two decades she has been the executive director of Greater Richmond SCAN (Stop Child Abuse Now), a charitable organization whose mission is to prevent and treat child abuse and neglect in a number of Central Virginia localities. 

 

She has been widely recognized and applauded. In 2019 she was named a VCU Alumni Star by the university’s School of Social Work. One letter nominating her for the award noted: “Jeanine is a healer, a connector, and above all, a doer.” 

 

Jeanine became SCAN’s executive director in 2009 when it merged with an organization providing court-appointed advocates for children and families caught up in the legal system. Under her leadership SCAN has grown from one program to five family-support programs at six locations.  

 “We even started a preschool for children ages 3 to 6, the only one of its kind in Virginia,” she said during an interview in SCAN’s office on East Grace St. in downtown Richmond. The office is in the Winston House, an historic brick house built as a private residence in 1873-74.  

 

Located in Manchester, the Circle Preschool Program offers traditional early educational experience and nurturing support for children who have been abused or neglected. Some of the children have witnessed a traumatic event, including murder or wounding by gunfire. The goal is to prepare the children to move on to mainstream classrooms and be successful. 

 

The root causes of child abuse are many, including poverty, homelessness, lack of education, injustices in the legal system and political policies adversely affecting the lives of many people. SCAN is working to expose those root causes and change them. “We devote a lot of human capital by trying to change the economic, social and political systems in our community that cause children to be mistreated,” she said. 

 

Referring to the Justice and Advocacy Ministry, she added: “That’s what St. Mark’s is trying to do. We are called to be the neighbor we are meant to be.” 

 

SCAN’s work relies on a large number of volunteers and Jeanine would welcome fellow St. Mark’s members. “I would love to have anyone walk up to me at church and ask about volunteering.” --- Steve Clark 

 

For detailed information visit SCAN’s website at grscan.com 

 

by Steve Clark  | 

The Things that Break the Heart of God

This reflection involves the topic of suicide.

 

Two weeks ago a note was in the church mailbox late on a Thursday afternoon. Steve apologized when he gave it to me, but he had to.

 

It was a suicide note. From someone I’ll call Angie who identifies as a 27-year-old trans woman.

 

I read it. I wept. I prayed. And I hoped.

 

I hoped Angie is not the young person I’ve seen in the last few months occasionally sleeping or reading in the garden. I hoped Angie is not the one who's bedding always lay against a mirror so if startled they could readily see if anyone was behind them. I hoped Angie is not the one who never returned my gaze - staring fixedly ahead. I hope Angie isn’t the same young person who for the first time on the Wendesday morning before we found the note had returned my “Good Morning,” with a “Good Morning.”  

 

I hope it isn’t Angie. 

 

THIS

BREAKS

MY

HEART

 

It should. And more importantly it breaks God’s heart. As Rev. Dorothy White often reminded us, “Oh that our heart would break with the things that break the heart of God.” Angie’s pain breaks the heart of God.

 

No life goes unrecognized by God. God who I am beginning to regard as the “original they/them” (thank you Facebook) loves us all – no exceptions. To be so separated by our lived experience from this love is a tragedy. Angie, I grieve for you and pray this isn’t you. But Angie - whomever you are - I know that you are loved and held and treasured in the arms of God. I hope you come to know that, too.

 

Gender equity is some of what our Justice & Advocacy Team is working on, and you will be hearing more about in the late summer and fall. You will be invited into the discussion about how we can work and advocate to provide a different outcome for those who have found only rejection and pain, and feel so lost and separated from love and nurture that they decide to take their life. 

 

So, after we weep and pray let us get up and get loud – stand up against the hate that is so rampant in our world, the othering and the dehumanizing that damages and destroys lives.  While we may never know who Angie is – we know that their story is not unique. Transgender people experience discrimination, abuse, violence, and harm at rates far higher than other groups. 

 

Something brought this hurting human, this child of God to our door. Their note was found in our mailbox. I don’t think this was random. There are plenty of other churches on our street, but Angie’s note was placed in our door. Something must have made Angie believe we would hear them.  And we do. 

 

We are called to respect the dignity of every human being. We are called to practice and model God’s love in a world that mocks us for doing so. What the world needs now is love – that daring and transforming love which produces growth and change. Let us pick up the pieces of our broken hearts and be the love of God in a hurting world.

 

PS: I saw our young person last week, got another “Good Morning.” 

 

It’s a start - I hope. 

 

Malinda

 

If you or anyone you know is experiencing suicidal thoughts, please call 988. Help is free and confidential, available 24 hours.

 

You can also contact NAMI: the National Alliance on Mental Health, M-F 10am – 10pm, 800-950-6264 or text Helpline to 62640.

 

Locally, Side by Side offers support for transgender youth and young adults, info@sidebysideva.org.

 

by Malinda Collier  | 

Love in All Caps

The word love gets used a lot.  I’ve commented before that English does us no favor when it unlike other major languages fails to signal different kinds of love by the word used.  I can both love ice cream and love my neighbor as myself. Same word – very different emotions and emotional commitment.  

 

I’ve just finished reading a wonderful book titled Read Until You Understand: The Profound Wisdom of Black Life and Literature.  Written by Farah Jasmine Griffin there is a terrific chapter on the transformative power of love. Griffin writes:  Because of my own experience of having been so deeply loved I have no difficulty believing in its transformative power. To love the least of these is to be enraged by the conditions, if not the individuals, that enslave them. That love wins out over fear.  That love inspires courage in the face of near-certain defeat.  That love ought to be extended to babies in cages, to those in the throes of addiction, and to all those whom others would deny dignity and respect.

 

Wow.  That is love in all caps. This is the love Jesus speaks of when he commands us to love one another.  It is active.  It is transformative.  Griffin quotes bell hooks about this type of love: all great movements for social justice in our society have strongly emphasized a love ethic.  A love that presupposes that everyone has the right to be free, to live fully and well.  A love ethic differs from a sentimental, overly romanticized understanding of love.  It is an action, rather than a feeling.  Love is a choice.  Love requires us to see each other and to commit to each other’s humanity.  

 

James Baldwin helps us in this understanding of what it is to love.  Writing in The Fire Next Time he notes the watering down of what love means, I use the word love here not merely in the personal sense but as a state of being, a state of grace – not the infantile American sense of being made happy but in the tough and universal sense of quest and daring and growth.  

 

Our Baptismal Covenant speaks to this kind of love when it calls us to seek and serve Christ in all persons loving you neighbor as yourself.  Our walk of faith is in the light of this kind of love.  Not easy, not about being made happy but rather about daring and growth.

 

I do not get to hear the sermon as preached.  I am downstairs with our youngest members.  But late on Sunday afternoon when I first download the recording from Zoom and then upload it to our website, I listen.  This past Sunday was particularly evocative as Father Benjamin told the story of the clergy gathering when many were speaking effusively of the support and community and collegiality of the diocese.  One voice offered a different story.  A person of color told a very different story.  One that pointed out the unequal treatment and lack of support they had experienced in the same group.  It takes bravery to speak up when your story is not the story being featured and lauded and embraced.  It takes courage to say my story is not the same as yours.  

 

A few years ago, during one of our Community Reads sessions two members – both of color – were equally as brave sharing with the group that they could not bring their whole truth to church, they could not tell their full story.  It was then and remains with me now the most important question/truth I have heard in many years.  And I am grateful that I heard it.  I am grateful that in a different setting Benjamin heard it also, and shared his experience with us from the pulpit.  

 

It takes a love that is about daring and growth to say my story is not the same.  And it takes a love that is about daring and growth to make sure there is space to hear it.  Our love response has to be equal – a love that is action, that requires us to see each other, to hear each other, and to commit to each other’s humanity.  

 

This is the love that must be our tradition.  

 

Malinda

by Malinda Collier  | 

In the face of the continuing and uniquely American plague of gun violence

A Prayer of Bishop Goff

In the face of the continuing and

uniquely American plague of gun violence

 

Holy God

God of Peace

God of Justice

Giver of Life,

We mourn, we lament, we rage

as the scourge of gun violence

in our land continues unabated,

as the uniquely American

plague of gun violence slaughters

our siblings, our parents, our children.

Just last evening it struck in an Episcopal Church

during a potluck supper.

Many in the Diocese of Virginia

know the rector and people of

St. Stephen’s in Vestavia Hills, Alabama.

We know how they gathered last night

when random and senseless violence

changed their world.

We know because we gather as they did

to enjoy the ordinary ministry of community.

 

Every time the sin and evil

of gun violence strikes,

we are traumatized again. 

And again,

because those killed and injured

are our family. 

They are us.

 

God, we mourn, we lament, we rage.

We organize and march.

We write our Senators and Congress members.

We go to Washington and meet with them in person.

We engage the legislative process and the gun lobby

through Bishops United Against Gun Violence,

our Episcopal Church Office of Government Relations

and the Episcopal Public Policy Network. 

We adopt General Convention resolutions.

We wear orange stoles and orange clothes

as a sign of our commitment.

We gather and vote and listen and learn.

And we pray. Oh, how we pray.

For hope. For faith. 

For an end to this brutal bloodshed.

 

And still so little seems to change.

We feel helpless in the face of a culture

that chooses the right of an individual to bear arms,

any and all arms without restriction,

over the right of all people to life, liberty

and the pursuit of happiness.

We fall prey to hopelessness

when members of our human family

are slaughtered day after day, week after week. 

 

But we are not helpless.

We are not without hope.

We hope in you, powerful God, to turn the tide,

To help us turn the tide of public opinion at last.

To turn the tide of what we Americans will tolerate.

To turn the tide of our uniquely American

love affair with guns into a love affair with life. 

To turn the tide as we make distinctions between 

gun ownership and gun violence

so that this scourge will end at last.

 

Save us from helplessness.

Save us from hopelessness.

Teach us how to be your partner

in turning the tide

for the sake of Life.

 

Amen. 

 

by Bishop Susan Goff  |