10 Minutes In My Mind

Loneliness is the only,

The only other thing,

That understands, that knows,

What it feels not to be missed

Time drifts

In a world tellin you you can’t miss

But I’ve been missin nothing

And everything inside of sadness

Cause freedom feels like me

But my minds cell has started charging fees

How can I feel so alone and not quite free

It must be a lone dichotomy

Move away

But please just hurry back around

Cuz too much absence has a way of turning

This head upside down

I can’t be wrong

But emptiness just doesn’t feel so right

Perhaps all Of this indifference

Just means I lost the will to fight

I’m just barely hoping that there is something

Larger than me.

Something that could control

And not just let roll

Our fates and curiosities

If love is reckless

That’d explain why it’s made a wreck of me

Holding back what you dish out so you don’t miss out

On reciprocity

If this loves expression is best served in community

Then why all the fighting

And careless back bighting

Dressed in empty pageantry

Today I start small

Trying my best to love all

Of the beautiful faces in my immediate spaces

Loving all of you and knowing too, you’ll do your best to love me.

Breathe love because love breathes in you

A Long December

It’s been so long since I have written that I’ve really struggled with what to write about.  Being a person with an overactive mind can make it really difficult to translate those thoughts into speech or writing so I just let the thoughts bounce around in my head.  Medication helps, therapy helps and a pretty amazing support structure helps as well but I am still left with feeling like I get out about 1 percent of what I think about in any given day. This heavy reliance on thoughts and not expression kind of leaves me feeling lonely and misunderstood even when I know I’m not really alone but maybe slightly misunderstood.  I started this blog several years ago now with the goal of addressing some of the aspects of Christian faith and practice that have been, and continue to be, problematic.  I didn’t want to just be a critical cynic though and leave it at that, so I always tried to write with a hopeful slant.  Plucking up broken ways and planting fresh hopeful expressions of faith.  Part of my struggle has been the realization that there seems to be less and less actually redeemable parts to what white, western Christian faith has become.  It is difficult work to dig back into my experiences with my faith and the circles that it brought me to, to I realize that there are little pockets of trauma along the way.  Add to that trauma with the fact that built into the system is the inability to speak ill of the system.  If you talk about these things then people will quickly remind you that the Church is the bride of Christ and it is unfaithful, or even evil, to challenge the structures that Christ himself has put in place.  The thing is that a power structure that operates that way, that is above reproach, who’s challengers are wolfs intent on destroying God’s sacred plan, is not a safe place.  That kind of structure isn’t a blessed community.  That kind of structure is a cult.  Cults demonize dissenters, double down when leaders are questioned or challenged, and say that if anyone leaves it is because they were never truly saved in the first place.  If you grow up in a cult you don’t stop having all of the questions, you just learn to keep them in your head where they are safe to be kept floating around in the ether.  

 

This is where my current mental state comes in.  Remember how I said that I have thought after thought that I don’t share with anyone?  In reality I believe that no person can be trusted to share those thoughts with.  When you grow up witnessing people who question scriptural interpretation, authenticity or the male dominated hierarchal structure and then are banished and excluded, you best believe that you are going to be pretty careful about what you say.  Because of this, you never really share what it is that you think.  You may even be praised for being a good believer who falls in line with your communities agreed upon beliefs but deep down you know that even their pride in you is empty.  They love the version of you that you spent a lifetime crafting.  

 

I’ve been working really hard to not just let people off the hook who have hurt me in certain ways.  As a pretty empathic person, I can give a reason for why people have hurt me.  They grew up with the same thing, or worse.  They have also been conditioned or abused as young believers, etc so I’m not going to do that here.  What I will do is say that not all aspects of growing up in the church were bad.  When you meet people within the church that you can get past all of the bullshit with it is truly remarkable.  I have a list of people from my church experiences that have been amazing.  Some people have truly reflected the love of Christ to me, my family and to our community.  I have known people who have given their time, a shoulder to cry on, and a trusted ear to listen.  The sad thing is that those people are the outliers.  

 

Some of you may say, well it isn’t all people.  Well, you are right, but I would say that it seems to be most.  Some of you would say that the church is imperfect and is becoming something beautiful and good to which I would say, then why do we seem to be regressing.  The selfishness that I have seen preached from pulpits, displayed in the lives of confessing Christians and the racist-ableist-misogynistic-sexist-nationalist rhetoric of church going “believers” makes me ill.  Do I still believe that this vehicle that we call the church is going to get us towards God’s preferred and promised future? Yes, but I have to say that it is going to take more than a fill up or oil change.  This church has a scrap-title and we may need to send it to the junk yard.  A shared power in collective imagination for those of us that are fed up with this shit may be our only hope.  For two years I felt like I was going crazy until I realized the church and this nation are actually the crazy ones.  It hasn’t felt right because it isn’t right and as much as those of us who grew up in the church were taught not to trust our feelings, well that was bullshit too.  

 

So, as an evolution of my writing I hope that I can still have a hopeful slant to what I have to say but I also am not looking to preserve this broken-down version of Christianity anymore.  I believe in Christ.  I believe their Church will prevail.  But I don’t think it is going to look anything like the church of white America.  Thank God for that. This Christmas I will be awaiting with hope the birth of a brown, Middle-Eastern, Jewish, baby to bring clarity to a white, male dominated American church. A woman carried the hope of your faith. The men managed to shut up long enough to let that happen. The mystics, magicians, poor shepherds, and the cosmos believed, marveled and participated in its significance before the politicians and religious elite could corrupt it and attempt to claim it for their own. It’s been a long year and I don’t have the strength to say that I’m claiming back some spirit of Christmas but I will make every attempt to celebrate, mourn, laugh, cry and worship in as honest of a way as I can. That’ll have to do for now.

The Edge of the Inside

Matthew 4:12 Now when Jesus heard that John had been arrested, he withdrew to Galilee.

4:13 He left Nazareth and made his home in Capernaum by the sea, in the territory of Zebulun and Naphtali,

4:14 so that what had been spoken through the prophet Isaiah might be fulfilled:

4:15 "Land of Zebulun, land of Naphtali, on the road by the sea, across the Jordan, Galilee of the Gentiles

4:16 the people who sat in darkness have seen a great light, and for those who sat in the region and shadow of death light has dawned."

 

A couple of Sundays ago, the lectionary brought us to the gospel of Matthew and something that I may have been guilty of missing.  In the week leading up to our Sunday gathering I was studying about the text and caught a historical piece that I may have heard but never seemed to matter much.  We see that Jesus left from Nazareth and made his home in Capernaum by the sea, in the territory of Zebulun and Naphtali.  Thankfully the lectionary this did the heavy lifting for me and included, as one of its texts, the portion of Isaiah that Matthew is referencing.  I think I usually hear the names in these stories and have a general sense of their location but I don’t think much about their history or even their geographic significance.  You see, this region lies to the north and Jerusalem far to the south.  It couldn’t really be further from Jerusalem in many different ways.  It is referred to as Galilee of the nations or Galilee of the Gentiles.  This is not the land of the practicing Jew but is made up of many on the religious outside.  In addition, those from this region would have a true historical sense of loss.  When the kingdom was being invaded this is the region that would have been attacked, enslaved and killed first.  There is nothing that will show you how far you are from the true center of power than to be distant from Jerusalem as you are seeing your land and people destroyed.  So when Jesus says “the people who sat in darkness have seen a great light”, I think the people from this region really get it.  Their families come from the region of the shadow of death.  What’s significant to me is that this is where Jesus starts from.  I have been to the church planting conferences, read the books, heard the podcasts.  This is not church planting as much of the western world has known it.  Even if you happen to plant on the outskirts, morally and geographically, you do it only with the power and blessing of those on the inside.  But, you see, Jesus doesn’t do that.  He doesn’t kiss the ring first and receive the blessing of the religious elite.  He just sets up shop on the edge of the inside.

 

Richard Rohr has some interesting things to say about this space that he calls “the edge of the inside”.   

 

 

“The edge of things is a liminal space—a very sacred place where guardian angels are especially available and needed. The edge is a holy place or, as the Celts called it, “a thin place” and you have to be taught how to live there. To take your position on the spiritual edge of things is to learn how to move safely in and out, back and forth, across and return. It is a prophetic position, not a rebellious or antisocial one. When you live on the edge of anything, with respect and honor

(and this is crucial!), you are in a very auspicious and advantageous position. You are free from its central seductions, but also free to hear its core message in very new and creative ways. When you are at the center of something, you usually confuse the essentials with the non-essentials, and get tied down by trivia, loyalty tests, and job security. Not much truth can happen there.”

 

Jesus avoids the impulse to be centralized in the religious epicenter of the time.  He knew that with the power the system could afford he would be bogged down by the very challenges he received on the road during his ministry.  Considering that Jesus’ ministry was one that would lead to the inclusion of Gentiles, he had to be in a location that would spiritually, physically and theologically allow him the freedom to pass back and forth from the inside to the outside.  That space can not be the center of all things religious. 

 

It is a difficult space to inhabit.  You often find yourself challenged and rejected by those who may consider themselves to be outsiders, which is ok because you begin to understand the hurt that comes along with being told you are outside.  You also feel the sting of being told yourself that you are something other than a “believer”.  You are called a rabble-rouser, a complainer or everyone’s favorite, a heretic.  Yet, this is the space that Jesus occupied.  Why do we find our church structures and religious gatherings, shaped in complete opposite ways?  The institution of church often is centralizing power.  The churches who send missionaries, plant churches and determine acceptable orthodoxy, are often those at the very center of the religious system.  People who are “saved” on the edge of the inside are brought closer to the center where they can be reprogrammed and repackaged to be sent out again.  Continuing the cycle of spiritual cloning.  You can’t learn from those outside of yourself in that kind of system.  There’s no room for it and it has the risk of infecting the whole system.  What I think we forget though is that Jesus does eventually head into the eye of the storm but it isn’t to bring his followers with him.  He enters into the epicenter of the religious institution, the seat of Roman occupation and power to expose it for what it is. 

 

The challenge, for me, of being on the edge of the inside is remembering that you actually have to be on the inside to more effectively protest the institution.  Jesus knows the institutions and even respects them for what they have given us.  For the most part I can identify with that.  I grew up in the institution, learned the verses, know the traditions and the order of worship but I am having a hard time staying on the inside.  There is a constant dance of owning the heritage and celebrating it for what it has given me but also calling the church to something greater.  I respect my elders even as I find myself being disappointed in their new allegiances with political power.  In the end, I may still walk into the center of the church and feel the only path forward is to burn it all down but, I’ll still get licked by its flames and weep over its demise.  If I only hurtle criticisms from a distance, then who am I to claim a desire to co-labor in the rebuilding?  I guess I’ll have to keep learning this dance that is, being on the edge of the inside.

The Question is the Topic

This has been an exciting year for our family.  We finally made the decision to homeschool all of our children who range in age from 5 to 12.  There are many reasons for our change and we had countless conversations with the kids and those around them about this move, what it would entail and how we wanted to go about doing it.  My wife Niki is a person with a teaching degree.  I have a graduate degree and time spent working in schools.  The number one reason that we saw for making this decision comes from what we know about the education system and how it is not in the best interest of our children to continue on there.  Let me say from the beginning that Public Education can still be great and for some families it is absolutely the best decision, for them.  There are many schools making progressive changes to curriculum and even the way that the school is set up that are promising for the future of education.  Please read the rest of this post with that in mind because I in no way want to make anyone feel bad for the decision they made for educating their child. 

 

As we were about to start our first year on this new adventure I read many books on the topic.  One of those books, “A School of Our Own” by Samuel Levin and Susan Engel, actually looks at Education Reform from inside the system.  A young man who attended his local public school found himself troubled by the fact he saw many of his peers struggle in school.  Most children were bored and under challenged while others were barely getting by.  The kids had limited voice in the books that were used, the subjects that were taught and the activities they were engaged in.  Contributing to the problem was the lack of healthy food choices within the cafeteria.  He came up with a solution to use a portion of the unused property on the school grounds to start a student led community garden that would provide supplemental, healthy, food for their cafeteria.  What he found was that students couldn’t wait to participate in a project with purpose.  They fundraised, received assistance from the public and he eventually received the blessing from the school administrators to grow the project.  That project eventually provided fresh fruits and vegetables for multiple schools in their district.  So, when the following year he had an idea for an educational experiment with a student led “school within the school” he at least had the interest of a select few educators.  I won’t explain the entire book but, long story short, it looks at the challenges the author endured while trying to break centuries old, bad habits in our educational system and creating a different type of school that was by the children and for the children. 

 

Susan, Sam’s mom and the co author of the book, had this to say about one of the problems in Public Schools.

 

“…even when teachers welcome a question, they see it as a door to an answer, or a nice reminder that some of the students are actually interested in the topic.  Rare is the classroom where teachers treat questions as the topic…”

 

Schools are creating curriculum and teachers are building out an entire year’s lesson plans with little to no consultation with those who will be stuck in the classrooms listening to their prepared lessons.  To make it worse, the educational requirements, standardized tests, benchmarks and overall school calendar, leave little to no time for any deviation from that lesson plan.  What if the types of questions that the lesson plans inspire could become the real stuff of the educational process that motivates our children? 

 

I’ll tell you why I think public education, in this country, has moved from this type of teaching and I don’t think it is found only in our schools.  The type of free form thinking and questioning that this model would inspire is dangerous to some.  It isn’t certain, it relies on an educator being able to find those “teachable moments” and move in the direction the classroom is taking them.  States monitor and test to make sure every child is learning and there is no way to do a standardized test for the diverse set of topics that each individual class would be exploring.  But here’s the thing, the kids would be learning.  They would be inspired to learn more because it is no longer a random set of facts to remember. It would be the stuff that fascinates them being explored, tended to, and sometimes just in proximity to the students while they are in the presence of fully capable and talented educators. 

 

I don’t find it coincidental that as we have begun to question the institution of education, that the questions begin to arise concerning all institutions.  The last few years I have been reflecting on the way that the church operates and who is left out, who is left behind, who is hurt and who really benefits?  Just like in our educational system, there is usually a set of people who clearly benefit.  For denominations that is usually different conventions that for the most part, set the standard for what is orthodox and acceptable.  There is really a small number of publishers writing curriculum for Sunday School and VBS.  What this does is the same thing that the educational system is trying to accomplish.  Everyone learns the same and there is no dissent, no questioning, and most importantly to the institution, no theological deviation.  The problem is, just as each child, environment, and circumstance is vastly different, so to is the life of a wide range of “believers”, “unbelievers” and those undecided.  What if the teachers and preachers didn’t rely on curriculum but just relied on reading the words of Jesus and seeing what it inspired among them?  Just as I am learning to look for teachable moments in our homeschool, the church community would benefit from an overhaul in the Christian education department. 

 

Just as it is in the public education system, the decentralizing of religious education is also viewed as dangerous.  In the case of theological education within our churches, you are putting education into the hands of unpaid, untrained “lay people” but I’d say we’d all be better for it.  Do we forget that in the history of the Christian faith, the message of Christ was brought to people and lands that had little to no experience of the God that Jesus pointed to?  The questions they asked and the conclusions they reached actually looked quite different.  An apostle would enter an area, preach, work for some time there and then leave.  Much of the letters written to those churches, that we have within scripture are really slight corrections here and there and reminders of the central message they received.  There is an awful lot of freedom in the way that they practice their faith.

 

For those of you still reading that have had any sort of experience in the church, think back to the number of people you went to church with who had little to no voice or input into the teaching, sharing or sacraments within the church.  I’d say in my experience that most churches would have about 80% of the members that would fall into that category.  They are there, they may share a thought from time to time but they most certainly would not challenge the status quo.  That means we are missing the valuable input and experiences of 80% of the congregation.  Add to that, for most of the life of the church and even in most contexts today, women have been asked to sit down when it comes to teaching adults and specifically adult men.  The list could go on and on of the people that we have discounted their thoughts and opinions for the sake of the centralized institution.  I have found that when you tell people that their opinion matters, give them a safe space to share and then demonstrate that to them by listening and being moved by their responses, people actually become passionate about learning and growing.  That applies to all things education.  Maybe the reason we are seeing so much burn out in schools and in the church is because we have taken the passion out of learning.  We have told our educators to not trust their instincts which then trickles down to the students in our schools and the lay people within our churches. 

 

So, back to the title of this particular entry, “The Question is the Topic”.  Just like that brilliant boy brave enough to imagine a different way that education can operate, we too can listen to the questions of our kids, of our students, of our church community and look behind the question.  Take the time to study, to question our assumptions, to tear it apart without fear of whether we will ever be able to put it together again.  If we strip it down to where we can no longer recognize it and are struck by fear, we have to remember that if the institution is that fickle and fragile, how valuable was it to begin with?  If it really is Christ’s church, then shouldn’t we have hope in its resurrection?

Weird Flex but OK

I encourage you then, to make experience, not knowledge, your aim.  Knowledge often leads to arrogance, but this humble feeling never lies to you. –Anonymous

 

I try to frequent the same 2 or 3 establishments when I am studying and reading.  That way I run into the same characters, have the opportunity to learn about the people I share space with.  I slowly have learned about peoples struggles, their victories, their families and ultimately what has led our paths to crossing.  3.5 years into a “new space” and I am beginning to make relationships that I would even consider friendships in some cases.  Those encounters are fun to me.  I may spend and extra 15 minutes in my time at the gym, talking about the vacation I just got back from or my new friend’s trip up north over the weekend.  It really is a joy to learn about the people you cross paths with in a day, even as a semi-introvert. 

 

Sadly, not all encounters with the same cast of characters is super enjoyable.  Some people have a way of entering a space and choking all joy out of it.  Once or twice a week I frequent a certain coffee shop.  I won’t say which one but there is a big B involved.  I will be sitting there reading or writing and inevitably, an obnoxiously gregarious man loudly enters the once calm space.  “I’m waiting for someone who’s going to meet me here.”, the man loudly declares to an uninterested crowd.  He then wanders around the space looking for anyone who might lock eyes with him so that he can engage in conversation that consists mostly of him shouting at them in a way that seriously makes me wonder if he has a hearing problem.  I know the way of his conversation from personal experience.  My nephew and I were sitting in said coffee shop one day, discussing church, the blog and my failed attempts at starting to podcast.  The man walked over, uninvited, and asked what we were up to.  When we answered I could see the excitement in his eyes.  He wasn’t so much interested in our writing, podcasting or church as he was in determining if our brand of faith checked all of the right boxes.  He grilled us on our stance on the Spirit, baptism, worship, etc.   This uninvited dude just came and blew up our space.  He wasn’t coming to learn, he was coming to teach us a lesson and I can’t stress enough what a negative feeling I got from it.  What is sad to me is not so much what he did to me, I am fairly mature in my own thoughts and feelings, at least to the point that I’m not going to let this guy shake my faith.  What bothers me is that he more than likely has done this to people in a much more vulnerable space. 

 

I unfortunately came across a Youtube rabbit trail called The Confident Man Project.  I resisted clicking any of the videos but one was titled, Walk Like You Own the Place.  I didn’t need to see the video because I know the message.  You portray a level of confidence, real or imagined, to keep others on their heels.  I’m sure most of us can imagine the Shooter McGavin type that carries an air of confidence that maybe in a time lost may have come across as appealing.  I can say without a doubt that it most certainly does not anymore.  Though this behavior is thankfully becoming extinct in many places, it still rears its ugly head in places of higher learning, board rooms, coffee shops and sadly, in our churches. 

 

Since we have been doing house church for a few years I have found it so difficult to go to a traditional church.  The familiarity that the members, especially the male members, have with the setup, the liturgy, the beliefs of that particular gathering, has them walking around like they own the place.  It is a massive turn off to me and I grew up with it.  I know the behavior and the type.  They display the confidence, ask questions and move to the next one before waiting for the answer.  They throw in little “good spirited” jabs to knock the person down a bit.  You see them during service, leaning back with their arm around their submissive wives covered shoulders, with a smug look on their faces.  They nod in agreement with what the pastor says as if to signify to those around them that they already knew that little religious nugget. 

 

I don’t mean to be overly critical of this species of church goer.  In reality they are a product of the system.  If a knowledge of Jesus is the goal, then you will do whatever you can to race to more of it.  When you are unsure of something then you hide it.  You hide it by pretending that your doubts don’t exist and this is done through bombastic, over compensated confidence.  Perhaps it is so ugly to me because that has been me.  I was so scared of my uncertainty being exposed that I faked an unreasonable level of confidence. 

 

So, what is the solution?  I think the quote from the top gets us off to a good start.  The church as a place of growing knowledge really gets us nowhere.  Great knowledge is not only indefinite when it comes to the mystery of Christ, it isn’t really helpful.  When knowledge is the goal it only takes one well placed blow to topple our fragile faith.  Science, when taken seriously is pretty good at that.  Nothing can take away the experience of Christ in us and surrounding us.  I have found in my times at conferences and in church meetings that to be counted among those “in the know” brings a dangerous level of empowerment.  You find yourself walking around, sipping coffee and acting like you own the place.  An experience of Christ, on the other hand, tends to kick your ass.  I can only speak as one who has had their metaphorical ass kicked several times but I have to say those moments changed who I was.  I think a congregation of people who are living and practicing a faith that comes from that kind of experience are not only more attractive but I have found them to be so much more hospitable.  If knowledge is the goal, then we can systematically determine who shares the same knowledge as us and exclude those who don’t line up.  I have found that humility is the great equalizer.  It invites diverse people to share in the same welcoming spaces and that sounds more like the church that Jesus may have envisioned.

Experience has a way of bringing us to testimonial confession (see, like, the entire book of Acts). We can include, even when our knowledge may say otherwise, because we have experienced a move of the Spirit in the people that many in the church insist be excluded. We can stop the theological gymnastics once necessary to make sense of our faith and our practice and we can declare to “know this one thing, Christ and Him crucified” . We can do this because we have experienced death and resurrection every day. We see death and resurrection in our hearts, our minds, our communities, our ability to reason and in all of creation. I believe this humble faith that honors experience will foster a type of performance of our faith that values more than just the mind.  The cool thing is that everyone has experiences, not just the dudes in leadership. So maybe the guys, including me, in most of our churches who have been the ONLY voice and arbiters of theological matters can back off a bit. Seriously, just stop talking. Don’t be so quick to correct, coerce and condemn. Listen to and highlight the voices of those on the margins of your community. What they have to say about their experience of God may actually change your mind. But, even if it doesn’t, it will at least make our local coffee shops and churches much less disquieting for a bit.  Well, we can hope. 

Drift Kindly

Flooded mind, a heart filled with ache

Sometimes a troubled mind just needs a damn break

Long enough to wander or wonder at all

Long enough to realize you’re more than a product of the fall

Long enough to catch glimpses of nature serene

Long enough to call forth natures magic once unseen

My eyes catch the river, now almost bursting the bank

The current busy pulling up treasures once sank

I see twigs slide down the river, disappearing around the bend

Looking on as my bent mind tries harder to pretend

That roots and rocks and trees breath deep

Just one more bend and then maybe I’ll sleep

Misty river lies and these eyes won’t be fooled

Deep breath,  an unfulfilling sigh,

Cause when I get back I know I’ll be ruled

Ruled by expectation, searching for congratulations, always out of reach

By circumstance we dance the dance that we should never again teach

Paddle left, now right, not too deep, or the oar will be lost

That boat’s giving rides but I tell ya’ it’s not worth the cost

Just who you are, what you love, and even how you speak

And they haven’t quite realized that their boat’s sprung a leak

Sinking faster, the water is now approaching their chin

Yet the danger doesn’t even phase their fake plastic grin

“Everything will be fine if we kick another from our ride”

Not quite able to admit they really feel nothing but dead inside

No, you’re better off as the twig, just drifting along

 joining with turtles, frogs and birds in song

Still we will all surely get there, big water is ahead

But don’t rush the journey, drift kindly instead

A Life Well Loved

The last couple of weeks have been tough for our family.  We have been dealing with a sickness that has been handed around the house that had me bed ridden for a couple of days.  We have had what has to be a record number of snow and wind chill days off from school.  I love my kids but when you’re all stuck inside, cabin fever becomes a real danger to mental and physical health.  We learned that Niki’s grandfather, her Dad’s father, had been placed on hospice care.  We managed to make it out to visit the weekend after we found out and then days later, he passed away.  The following weekend, we braved a drive through the blowing and drifting snow to go to the viewing and funeral in the Metro-Detroit area.  This has been the first day in a while where I have been able to get the kids off to school and really reflect on what all has happened over these long weeks.  I don’t want this post to become about how difficult all of that was for us as a family, though it was.  In these first hours that I have had to myself, I’ve really been reflecting on the life story of the man of God we celebrated this past weekend, Clovis Meixner. 

 

As all of those who have been personally impacted by this great man gathered to celebrate the life of Clovis, we joked during the funeral about how the Meixner family may not be actual famous but they sure are Church of Christ famous.  Clovis was an elder at the Rochester Church of Christ where his wife, Nanny Jo, was also very active in the life of the church.  Clovis was looked to for wisdom, knowledge and his love of God and the church.  I saw this first hand when I first started dating Niki during our time at Rochester College.  We would come to church on Sundays and I would stand by as everyone would rush to Niki to catch up.  People may not have recognized me but all I would have to say is, “I’m Niki’s husband.” and I went up a few notches on the social ladder.    

 

So, why all of the fame for the Meixner name?  I’m sure there is a major element in becoming an elder at a fairly conservative church that has to do with Clovis having believed the right things.  Churches of Christ are pretty strict with their scriptural requirements for eldership and I’m sure that when Clovis was named to the elder board he checked each of those boxes off.  He was a good man with strong beliefs and a powerful faith that matched it.  The funny thing is that at his funeral nobody talked about any of those things.  They didn’t talk about what he believed about baptism, congregational singing, how to apply the scriptures, or who can take communion.  Instead, we all heard stories about his patience, his faith and most importantly, his love for people. 

 

Matthew 22: 34 When the Pharisees heard that he had silenced the Sadducees, they gathered together, 35 and one of them, a lawyer, asked him a question to test him. 36 “Teacher, which commandment in the law is the greatest?” 37 He said to him, “‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.’ 38 This is the greatest and first commandment. 39 And a second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ 40 On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.”

I think we all believe these words of Jesus, in theory, but then we spend an awful lot of our time arguing and debating everything else.  For me it took the funeral of a great man to bring this to light anew.  I’m going to guess that Clovis, or Poppy as I knew him, disagreed on many different things when it came to the church and politics but I can say without a doubt that he loved me and I loved him.  Poppy loved well.  He loved his children who pushed his patience to its furthest limits, he loved his grand children, most of whom spent at least some time living with he and Nanny.  He loved my children, even when he had to turn down the hearing aids a bit to deal with the noise.  Listen, my kids are loud y’all. 

We heard stories of the love Poppy displayed to others as he forgave time and time again.  The love displayed as he put his retirement on hold to raise his daughter’s children.  We heard of the love of a man who provided a safe, loving home to anyone who needed a place to stay.  The love given to college students from out of state who were in need of a warm, home cooked meal instead of bland college cafeteria food.  The dinner table was always full and always welcoming.  No one left that funeral saying that they were inspired to believe the things about religion and the law that Clovis believed but everyone I heard did leave inspired to live a more loving life.  I’ve been thinking this week about all of the people that we weren’t able to hear from at the funeral.  About the stories of Clovis quietly loaning or giving money to people having a hard time making ends meet.  The stories of those who hurt and disappointed Clovis for the nth time and the way they were once again greeted with a friendly, forgiving face.  I think about the stories that remained unspoken of the people he encouraged, taught, and discipled.  I think about the way that I am sure he was able to provide the right word at the right time to those placed under his care. 

1 Corinthians 13: 13 And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.

 

I love how Paul breaks it all down in this chapter.  I think we spend way too much time talking about all of the other stuff.  We talk about right understanding, right belief, right practice, etc.  Here Paul tells us that none of that matters if we get love wrong.  We can believe all of the right things and be nothing more than noise.  In the end all we have to abide in us is faith, hope and love.  I love that word “abide”.  It means to act in accordance with…  This was the picture of Poppy I am left with.  He acted in accordance with love.  You see, to abide in love you have to do more than check a few religious boxes.  If love is only taking place in our minds we will reach a point where we no longer have the mental energy to act loving when adversity comes.  Sound familiar?  People who say they love, pointing to the scriptures that tell them to do so and then leaving an emotional disaster in their wake.  Nobody follows after the man who preaches one thing and then lives out something that runs counter to that narrative.  This was not the way with Poppy.  At his funeral, we shared space with a whole bunch of people that saw the love of God lived out in Poppy’s life.  Poppy loved well, and as such a strong testimony to his faithfulness, I think he inspired countless others to do the same.  That, is a life well loved.

Fearful Obedience

As a stay at home dad who has spent endless hours around children in all states of being, I’ve learned that sometimes those states of being can change multiple times within the same hour.  I have received a hug from one of my children and have been told by that same child that I am ruining their life, all within one meal.  In all of my observations, I have come to the conclusion that roughly 80% of my time with my children is spent either trying to get them to stop doing something or encouraging them to do something that they really don’t want to do.  On the side of “stop doing that” we have such classics as, stop jumping on the couch/bed/brother, stop farting on each other, stop coming into our room, stop pouring the entire contents of the parmesan container onto your butter noodles, etc., etc.  On the side of “please do ______” we have please brush your teeth, throw away your plate, put on clothing, change your clothes for the first time this weekend, take a shower, put on deodorant, eat the food placed before you, etc., etc.  I hate feeling like I am just a robot repeating the same phrases, hoping to create a sing song melody to my nagging that will somehow be the key to unlocking a magical portal where my requests are heard, without moving to screaming and begging.  I think, as a parent, I am all over the board on how I try to get my request heard and respected.  At a certain point I become so frustrated that I am willing to give anything a try.  I try punishment or threatening a loss of tablet time.  For the younger ones maybe a threat of timeout will do.  I try the promise of a reward that maybe we can have a picnic or perhaps just a popsicle when we get done cleaning our rooms.  All of my techniques have varying levels of success but something I heard on NPR recently has helped me see where I may be going wrong with my kids.  I think I also found some clues as to where we may be missing the mark as a global church.

 

“Fear works in two situations.  It works when people are already stressed out, and it also works when what you’re trying to do is get someone not to do something, an inaction…If there is, you know, an apple that looks bad, I don’t eat it.  Fear is actually not such a good motivator for inducing action, while hope is a better motivator, on average, for motivating action.”

-Tali Sharot

 

Maybe it seems simple and obvious for all of you other parents out there but when I heard this I was stunned.  I had been placing every instance of my children’s disobedience under one umbrella.  I had something similar to the caveman brain I talked about in a previous post.  “Children no listen is bad!”  I was trying to use fear in almost all cases of disobedience.  If they didn’t eat their food they would lose their tablet, if they jumped on the couch, they would lose their tablet.  I was applying fear of punishment to action and inaction.  The fear of losing their tablet has a disconnect in their brain from what I’m actually trying to teach them.

 

This doesn’t just apply to punishment either it can be a problem in the way we offer reward.  Tali Sharot speaks in the interview on how fear is a useful motivator when you are trying to protect your children.  Telling your children that if they run out into the road that they may get hit by a car works much better than telling them that if they have a full week of not running in the road then they will get a pizza party.  The future reward never has anything that ties itself to the current situation.  So I have been, since I heard this presentation, trying to slow down to figure out what is really happening when my caveman brain is triggered by my children’s defiance.  A couple of things happen when I do that.  I’ve found that sometimes I realize that it really isn’t that big of a deal.  You know the saying “choose your battles”?  Well, it’s true.  I am way too wound up sometimes when it comes to my kids, though I hope I’m getting better.  The other thing that happens when you slow down is that you can really analyze what is going on.  Are my kids threatening an inaction that I would like to see changed or are they committing an action that I would like to see stopped?  I’d better have different responses to those two possibilities.  Fear has a tendency to cripple all of us, with the exception of a high stress situation so maybe we should stop putting in our kids in high stress situations for no reason.  Often the high stress situation is manufactured by us as parents.  If I am playing on fear to try to get my kids to do something, they aren’t responding and I just feel like banging my head against the wall, I have no one to blame but myself.  If I am offering a reward if my kids will stop jumping on the bed, I also am sending their brains mixed signals.    

 

So, as some of you have stuck with me as I try to write with some regularity may be aware, I like to look at how these truths that I grab from a bunch of different places intersect with our faith and specifically, the Church.  Looking back, I can say that I did see both types of motivators coming from church leadership and really all of the Christian world that I was familiar with.  If you did the wrong thing, i.e. smoke, drink, have premarital sex, swear, etc., you were threatened with eternal torment and punishment.  I’d say that could be classified as motivating through fear.  At the same time, if you didn’t do the right thing, i.e. confess Christ as Lord, be baptized, attend church three times a week, etc., you also would be in danger of eternal torment.  For a faith that is supposed to be built largely on the overwhelming love of God displayed in His Son, I was finding that for myself and many others my age, that message of love was being choked out by fear.  Are there times that fear should be used by those in leadership either as parents or religious leaders? Absolutely!  I want my children to be fully aware of the dangers of unprotected sex, the use of drugs, and the health risks associated with many potentially harmful behaviors.  I hope that as they become informed that they make wise decisions.  Fear, in those cases is utilized for safety and nothing else.  What happens is kids will begin to see that the warnings that we gave them for those things were warranted and real.  If I am using fear to encourage some sort of behavior out of children or church members when it comes to the Church, I am causing them to suffer from mixed signals.  It is the love of God and the hope for a loving community that should motivate us to gather, as many times a week or month as that happens to be.  Someone “accepting Christ” and being baptized, purely because they are afraid of what will happen if they don’t, has not accepted the love of God because that isn’t what was offered. 

 

I think this has implications when it comes to general church activity as well.  So, if fear motivates inaction then are we really surprised at the inactivity of much of the church in the Western world?  People are afraid of doing the wrong thing, saying the wrong thing, accepting the wrong people and they would rather do nothing just to be safe.  Just look at the difference in a hope filled gospel community, if you have had the privilege of seeing one. Look at how much more loving activity is going on.  People in those communities love, not because if they don’t, lightning bolts will fall from on high.  They love as a response to love and the promise of a greater future for all of creation that begins here and now. 

 

Church leaders, it is dependent on you to stop the cycle.  First of all, stop controlling the people you are blessed to have in your congregations.  If you would like to see a certain behavior from the people in your community, then you have to show how that behavior is actually good news.  People will attend services and events when they see the life of Christ displayed in your gatherings.  The more people see love, diversity, forgiveness, reconciliation, and freedom in you and your members, the more that they will willingly and even excitedly come through the doors.  The motivator of guilt and shame is old and played out.  People are being bombarded by guilt, shame and fear in too many other areas of their lives.  The days of keeping people in check by making them feel worse about themselves is, thankfully, over.  It never changed people’s hearts anyway, it just made them better at hiding.     

 

I’m already noticing an improvement in my home as I have been trying to remove idle threats and fear based parenting.  The kids seem less confused and I am able to parent from more of a place of peace.  There are still warnings that I issue to my kids, especially when it concerns safety, but since they aren’t hearing it every day they are much more likely to take notice.  They know that if I have raised my voice and changed my inflection, it is because I am concerned for their well being.  I hope some of you are considering what this change could bring to your homes as well.  I’m also excited about the possibilities that this could bring to our churches.  Some of you have led or attended churches your whole life where fear is the motivator of both action and inaction.  It isn’t working.  If you manage to have a good week where you check all the right boxes and attend all of the church’s functions, you still somehow feel like you’re just escaping punishment.  Where is the reward?  Somewhere future and distant?  We must display that our love is not dependent on those things.  Reward is not primarily in some future place but right here and now.  I’m not talking about churches providing more goods and services for their members.  I’m talking about the kind of communities that in and of themselves feels like a reward.  The reward of unconditional love, forgiveness, diversity, inclusion, and empowerment. The reward of seeing the hungry fed, the naked clothed, the stranger invited, the foreigner protected, the humble lifted up, the proud made low, the widow provided for, and the orphan adopted.  This is enough to sustain and motivate us.  What we might see is people’s lives actually being transformed, not a gathering of people playing a part.  At best, I hope it may just save the Church as a whole but, in the meantime, I know it will save our souls.   

Who Do You Love?

As I have struggled with depression and anxiety lately, the number of people that I can be sure love and care for me has been slowly eroding away.  I can think of specific instances that may have signaled the beginning of the end of some of those relationships and that is ok.  Some relationships are meant for a season and nothing more.  Others have hurt a bit more.  I fully embrace and admit that much of the feeling of being unloved is in my own mind.  When depression shows its ugly face it tends to whisper lies.  My ability to ignore those voices is usually strong but the more tired and overwhelmed I become, I have a harder time shaking them.  Therapy and medication are always a choice, I have gotten better from both of those things in my past and I may be headed back in that direction soon if things don’t get any better.  But I always ask myself, is there anything I can do right now to make this better?  Sometimes the answer is simple, no, but today I have come up with an idea.   

 

Maybe part of the reason that I feel unloved is because I haven’t really showed who I am or who I am becoming to too many people. I don’t know if I will be rejected by some of you or not so I have just made the assumption that I will be rejected if I don’t fit into your ideal picture for me.  I don’t know where this lunacy comes from but, anyway, it is an actual thing in my head.  What’s worse than be rejected by someone?  Assuming that you will be rejected by everyone. 

 

So, here we go, I have come up with a few things that I have been thinking a lot about lately.  I am not trying to convince anyone to conform to my position, at least not in this post.  I just want to make it clear that I hold these positions and that coming to some of these conclusions has been a process.  If you are shocked and surprised by any of the things you read it may be because we haven’t talked in a while, it may be because I (for good reason or not) I didn’t think you were a person that would handle it well, or that I wouldn’t handle our conversation well.  Enough babbling, on to my first point.

 

The LGBTQ community are not sinners.  Let me refine that, they are not sinners because of their sexuality.  The myth that God is condemning people for loving and living the way they were created may be a position that I once held but I can no longer hold that picture of God beside the stories of the loving people I have encountered from the LGBTQ community any more.  This may not seem surprising to some or it may be unthinkable to others.  You have to understand that I have come to this conclusion after much prayer, study and listening.  Please don’t respond with proof texts trying to convince me I am wrong until you have also done the work of studying, listening and praying about this.  If you have never had a lengthy conversation with a person in the LGBTQ community, that might be a good starting point.  Remember, be gracious and willing to learn.

 

The bible is not all literally true.  At least not in the way that many people mean it when they say it is literally true.  It is a collection of different types of writing. Some of the writing is historical, some prophetic and some mythical.  Some scripture are songs and others a collection of sayings embraced by a specific culture.  All of it is written in partnership with humans.  We tend to have agendas, bias and motivations.  That does not change its value or significance in my life.  I would say that it has made scripture so much more meaningful.  The second I can drop the juggling act of trying to make two opposing view points in scripture agree with one another, I can just listen to the voices of people trying to understand a God too big for understanding.  I still believe that it is God-breathed and beneficial, but that just means something else to me now.     

 

The church going people who voted for and continue to defend Trump are giving me migraine headaches.  I’m trying to understand.  I really am.  As a person who had voted Republican for much of my young adult life, I get the thought that somehow a Republican will save this country from going to hell but if you spend any time listening to the voices of communities negatively impacted by this man you would see that he is the one bringing some sort of fresh hell to many beloved communities in these United? States.  I think if people spent any time in the gospels, reading the words of Jesus, they would see that this brand of conservative politics has no place in the Church.  Stop allowing yourself to be brainwashed by state sponsored television.  Read more widely, watch new reports, even those coming from the “fake news” sources.  I still love you.  Many of you are close family and friends, but I can not live keeping my frustration from you.

 

I swear.  Sometimes maybe more than I should but to be honest there are times that an F bomb is the only proper word for a situation.  I don’t think that swearing will send you to hell.  I’m sure that pretending that you don’t swear constantly in your head or in the privacy of your car, and holding back the waterfall of frustration with an innocent “Golly Gee”,  does not make you a better person.   

 

Speaking of hell, my idea of hell has also changed.  Hell is not some permanent, final destination of endless torment.  Again, many of you will send me scriptures that support your point just as I could do the same to you.  Let’s just not do that.  You can pray for me if you are concerned for my soul.  I just think God should be at least as merciful as me and I can’t imagine wanting to see a person burn forever because they rejected me or even hurt me.  I would bet that most of us, after a few hours, would become sickened by seeing such torture and insist that it stopped.  God is at least that merciful.  I’m not saying that there is no “wage for sin” I’m just saying that I think we have gotten it wrong.  I think it matters because the way we see God influences the way we see the world.  A church that is obsessed with punishment isn’t going to be too quick to forgive, neither ourselves nor others.  I’m still studying, listening and praying through this one.

 

I guess maybe that’s enough for now.Too much at once may be overwhelming to some of you.I do realize that I am not alone in many of these thoughts and ideas, I am just saddened that we sit silently with them because we have seen the carnage of those who have shared their well reasoned thoughts and are then kicked out of congregations and denominations.That’s ok, I really have no desire to be part of a gathering of people who are so afraid of ideas that they silence and exclude or just gossip about the dangerous rabble-rouser.Rest assured, I am very much still a part of the Church and as painful as it can be at times, still consider myself a Christian.I haven’t lost my faith even if I may have just shaken free of yours (I don’t remember where I heard this concept, I just want to make sure no one thinks it is an original thought attributed to me). I’m hoping that most of you who may have taken the time to read this will be gracious but to those of you who “must” respond in disagreement, I’m much more reasonable in person, over coffee.

Bad Table Manners

“I hate potatoes!”  “I don’t like cheese!”  “I can’t stand soup!” 

These and many other bold declarations are common place in my home around dinner time.  My children love all things dramatic and rather than making a statement about a specific item they are worried may appear on that night’s menu, they prefer making a broad statement about each major food group.  I have to remind them that included in the category of potato, are such dinnertime greats as French fries and mashed… you guessed it, potatoes.  Also, that included in cheese are many Nichols family favorites such as parmesan cheese, Baby Bells, and macaroni and cheese.  The soup they are claiming that they hate, even though they seem to hate the name “chicken noodle soup”, is the same beloved soup as their favorite “tummy soup”.  This same logic can go the other way as well.  When I ask how they are liking school they may say, “it’s great”.  When I push for more information than the ever so informative two-word response they have supplied I learn that Tammy kept picking on them during class, they got in trouble for not completing their homework and outside recess got cancelled because it was too cold and they had to sit quietly inside.  Maybe mixed in to that day there may have been that new friend they made, an opportunity to laugh with old friends on the bus, and an A on that spelling test.  They were able to take all of the day’s information in and narrow it down to one semi accurate descriptor.  “It was great”.

 

We chuckle when we see our kids make sweeping statements about the types of food that they will eat for dinner not realizing that they regularly consume the very foods that, in their minds, make them ill.  We press for more reflective thought when our kids get off the bus and give a one-word summary response to what must have been a very complicated day for them to take in.  In reality, this type of categorizing is not unique to just children.  I hear people make these sorts of statements all of the time.  “I don’t really like going to the movies”.  For some that may mean that they don’t like how much movie theaters are charging, or maybe they don’t like crowds, or maybe it is as detached to the actual movie experience that their dislike of the movies is that they don’t like getting out of the house and would rather rent a movie.  Our brains are not so far removed from Cave Man logic and speech.  Our brain narrows it down to, “Movie bad”.  Usually it is as innocent as our brain saying we don’t like sushi, movie theaters, museums or reading Non-Fiction.  One thing that can happen with our brain’s sweeping judgment is that we may never experience the joy of good sushi, what it’s like to see the new Star Wars movie with a room full of fellow nerds, catch the latest traveling mummy exhibit at the local museum or read from the perspective of those who have traveled into space.  While it is a travesty to miss out on such amazing gifts, it isn’t really harming anyone else.  The times that we really need to push back against that evolutionary impulse to categorize and compartmentalize is when our sweeping judgments inflict harm on others. 

 

I am in no way free of responsibility and participation in this type of thought pattern.  I claim full guilt and responsibility.  It is much easier to say “white evangelicals are destroying the church’s witness” than to name the many loud and obnoxious leaders of churches that I see on Twitter and in the news who are the people that are bringing me to that decision.  I know that in that “white evangelical” group are many fantastic people who love God and their neighbor.  By making that statement, I have shut the door to future conversations with those people and, because I still have cave brain, I even see those people in a certain negative light before that conversation can even begin.  On the other side, I see people on Facebook saying “I can’t have a conversation with those liberals because they just want to steal Christmas, steal our guns, and let everyone in to our country without asking questions”.   The reality is that I would love to have a one on one conversation with any person who really wants to know what I think and why on any of those topics.  Also, there is so much diversity in thought across the “liberal” spectrum on all of those issues that there is no way that each person’s convictions could be boiled down to one descriptor.  Cave brain gets the best of us and we slowly lose the faces of people that we know may be found in the oppositions tribe.  I am no longer Matt that you grew up with, worshiped with, worked with or share family blood lines with.  I am Matt the “libtard”.  You are no longer my relative, my friend, the person who I shared life with in some time and space.  You are my enemy. 

 

We have to start asking our brain more questions.  When we hear our brain react to Facebook posts or news reports with sweeping statements, we have to engage in critical thinking.  Just like how when my kids say that they don’t like potatoes I have to get them to come to the realization that they do really like some potatoes but they don’t like baked potatoes, we have to challenge ourselves to be more specific with our frustrations.  I am not angry with ALL white evangelicals.  I am angry with people that give a free pass to bigotry, those who remain silent while people groups are excluded from our worship gatherings, those engaged in silencing and discounting the voices of women in the church (this list could go on for some time so I’ll stop there).  Even then, I am not angry at Tom or Harry, I am angry with those behaviors.  When I move from the sweeping emotions of “those darn white evangelicals” to the particulars of “Tom”, I have the opportunity to engage with an actual human being.  If you are frustrated with all liberals you can’t engage with the global label of liberal but you can engage, respectfully, with me.

 

So, how do we change our minds about anything in a healthy way?  Our minds are constantly being conditioned by an inner dialogue that is really just trying to streamline the thought process so we don’t have to use so much mental energy with every decision we make.  We need to be able to say we want this and don’t want that without a 10-minute inner debate.  If we didn’t have opinions about anything the internal tension would be exhausting.  At the same time, changing our mind about something without any honest reflection seems disingenuous and may even be done for the wrong reasons.  In addition to the question of how we change our mind about anything, is the question of how we have opinions and beliefs in a way that keeps in mind our propensity for dualistic thinking. Let me offer a few simple thoughts and questions that may help us all to honestly reflect when faced with anything we have a strong aversion to.

 

1)Have you tried it?  This is the question I ask my kids when they say they don’t like something. I think we should ask ourselves this question about anything we are saying we don’t like.  With food that is a simple question, if the answer is no and there is no health reason that you have not tried it, please expand your experience and try the stinking food.  It admittedly gets more complicated when we are talking about behaviors and beliefs.  There may be a behavior that you know you will not engage in and that is good it is healthy even, in some cases.  In those scenarios the question and answer to it is no less useful.  The fact you have not tried a thing, experienced a way of being or believing should lead you to humility.  Simply knowing that your opinion does not come from a place of experience but from outside judgment will help you to identify the limits of your ability to understand.

 

2)Why don’t you like it?  This is the second question I ask my kids when they say they don’t like something.  If they have tried whatever they say they don’t like they need to be able to identify what it was about the item they didn’t like.  If they can articulate that the food was too spicy, the texture made them sick or even that the crust of the bread cut the roof of their mouth, I can tell that they have thought about their dislike of something on a deeper level.  It is no longer that they won’t eat French fries because they don’t like potatoes.  We must look at our opinions and ask ourselves why.  Do we hold a political opinion because we have always just thought that way?  Do we only read and hear opinions of people within our own tribe?  Did we have a bad experience in the past that helped form our opinion about something?  I have heard so many times where a person won’t eat or drink something because the last time they had it, they got sick.  We know in our minds that it wasn’t that food item that made us sick but we have drawn that connection. It’s our brains way of protecting us from getting sick again.  We need to be aware that our minds also work that way when it comes to beliefs about people groups.  Like I said earlier, you may have had a bad experience with someone from another political party or people group.  You just can’t let that one bad experience be the only thing informing your current opinion.  Asking ourselves the question, “Why don’t I like it?” will help bring to light that past experience that is clouding our decision making process.

 

3)Let me enjoy it.  I think the only thing worse than my kids saying they hate everything placed in front of them for dinner is when they tell me how disgusting it is as the rest of the family is eating it.  If they have tried it, engaged with why they didn’t like it in a thoughtful way, I am ok with them eating something else.  I draw the line when, as a fork full of brussel sprouts is making its way to my mouth, I hear a chorus of “EEEEEWWWWWs” erupt from the butter noodle eating crowd.  We can have opinions about things that are different from each other and still gather at the same dinner table.  My kids have to understand that I came to my opinion about brussel sprouts by engaging my mind in the same way I asked them to.  I just came to a different opinion and that is ok.  We don’t have to agree but we do have to respect one another if we are going to share table fellowship. 

 

In reality, if there is any hope of a unified church and greater society at large, we have got to do better when it comes to our opinions and beliefs.  We have strong opinions about things that we don’t really understand.  We have strong beliefs that we guard from any thoughtful reflection because we are afraid that if we really engaged that part of our mind our beliefs may actually change.  We must create room for thoughtful reflection and compassionate dialogue about differing opinions and beliefs if we are going to live together in peace.  And ultimately, in the end, we have to respect someone who comes to a different conclusion than us and not shout, “EEEEWWWWW” at the dinner table.  The Lord’s Table is larger than we can imagine and the food is both diverse and delectable.  Let’s not ruin the feast with our desire to make our opinions heard over everyone else’s.  The onus is not on another guest at the table conforming to our beliefs but on all of us seeking to understand the other. 

 

An Illusion of Knowledge

1.         A bat and a ball cost $1.10.  The bat costs $1.00 more than the ball.  How much does the ball cost?

 

2.  In a lake, there is a patch of lily pads.  Every day, the patch doubles in size.  If it takes 48        days for the patch to cover the entire lake, how long would it take for the patch to cover half of the lake?

 

3.         If it takes 5 machines 5 minutes to make 5 widgets, how long would it take for 100 machines to make 100 widgets?

 

These are the three questions from the Cognitive Reflection Test or, CRT.  Today I was reading a book called the Knowledge Illusion by Steven Sloman and Philip Fernbach that presented these three questions.  If you are at all like me, you probably had an immediate answer that popped in your head when you read the question.  For the first one, 10 cents immediately came to mind as I confidently read on to verify my success.  The book pointed out that the answer, 10 cents, makes no sense at all because $1.00 more than 10 cents is $1.10 and as we all know, $1.10 plus $.10 is $1.20.  In the second question, I was much less confident.  This may be in part because I was just made to look foolish from the first question but I still felt somewhat confident in the answer that came to mind.  Surely, if it took 48 days for the patch to cover half of the lake, it must take half of that time to cover half of the lake.  Even as I answered I knew that there was more deliberation that would be necessary but that was my immediate answer.  After thinking about it, I realized that if half of the lake was covered on day 24, day 25 would double to see the entire lake covered.  The knee-jerk reaction to the third problem is similar to the first two.  5 machines, 5 minutes 5 widgets, and then plug in 100 and our mind makes the leap that it must be 100 minutes.  I will put all of the answers at the end of the blog in case you haven’t figured them out yet. 

 

The chapter I was reading that includes this tricky test goes on to say that only 48% of MIT students get all three of these questions right, only 26% of Princeton students and less than 20% of the US population.  So what is going on here?  Why is a simple test stumping so many of our best and brightest?  The purpose of the test is not to test intelligence.  We have other tests that do that much more accurately.  The test was designed by Yale marketing professor, Shane Frederick.  The test is intended to determine if a person is more intuitive or deliberative.  The intuitive answer, the one that immediately comes to mind in all three questions, was the wrong answer.  The book goes on to say that studies show, the people who answered all three questions correctly, those who deliberated before blurting out an answer, were less quick to show an illusion of understanding when it came to explaining how certain household items worked and one could infer that that they would be less likely to be overly confident in their understanding of how the day to day struggles of life work.  The book correctly states, “But when we deliberate, we come to appreciate how complex things actually are, and this reveals to us how little we actually know.”

 

It is a fascinating book and fantastic study into the way that we know what we know, know what we don’t know, don’t know what we know and don’t know what we don’t know.  But what does it have to do with anything that I have been thinking about lately.  I think first of all, it is important to know and admit that our minds can be tricked.  Our minds are tricked every day by optical illusions, by crafty advertisements, by Facebook and Television, and the list goes on.   If you add to our experiment we took part at the beginning of this post, a whole group of people who are shouting out the wrong answers, the number of people getting the test wrong goes up.  Our minds can give us confidence where it is unwarranted and a bunch of people with the wrong answer only strengthens our confidence in our wrong answers.  I believe I have shared, in the past, the idea that we never know what it is like to be wrong.  By the time we find the error of our ways, we are once again right.  We have become right that we were wrong. We know our mind was tricked but we didn’t see it coming.  Because it is so important to understand that our minds can be tricked, I wanted to talk a little bit about the actual purpose of the test, the study of intuition and deliberation.

 

First, there is nothing wrong with intuition.  Intuition is the way that we make many decisions throughout the day.  Many choices have to be made in a short period of time and intuition does that quick work for us.  We can perform many quick equations dealing with the cost of groceries in our cart, deciding if we have enough time to pull out into traffic or if we should wait.  These, and many more, are decisions that we make that keep us from getting bogged down with every step we take throughout the day. 

 

Second, there is nothing wrong with deliberation.  Deliberation is what helps us make more difficult decisions throughout the day.  We are balancing or creating our budget, deciding if our kids are lying to us, pondering the meaning of your favorite Wendell Berry poem.  Deliberation understands the complexity of everything.  While an intuitive mind may see a coastline, the deliberative mind sees each jagged edge. 

 

I think we can see how applying this type of thought to our day to day existence can be problematic to say the least.  For instance, we can argue about the gun debate and point to the constitution and those who can responsibly own guns as our reasoning for a "pro-gun" position but then we see the complexity of the issue when a mad man injures and kills more than 500 people.  We begin hearing phrases like "guns don't kill people, people kill people".  Intuition kicks in and those same phrases that have been repeated after every mass shooting, after innocent men, women and children have been gunned down, somehow redirects many minds away from deliberation.  The problem is that this topic needs deliberation, not our flawed intuition.  Really, all of the major debates we see in society are being played out in knee-jerk Facebook and Twitter posts.  They are being shared without seeing the faces behind the issues.  We rarely appreciate the complexity, perhaps because it would take too much mental and emotional energy. 

 

Our churches and faith communities are not exempt from falling for this thought trap.  Some may say that the church is more culpable for the misapplying of intuitive and deliberative thinking to a certain thought exercise than most other social structures.  I say the problem is that far too many people are performing a complex faith with only an intuitive mind while at the same time deliberating over the things that, to a faith community, should be second nature.  When we hear Jesus tell us things like “love your neighbor as yourself”, I think that he is calling us to a certain type of intuitive response.  When you see someone hungry or thirsty, you don’t have to deliberate over whether that person is worthy or if they have “got themselves into that mess”, you just feed them.  When you see people who are abused by power and a broken system, you don’t have to deliberate over which politics are the most moral and just and whether a budget and fund should be created to justify the spending and whether a tax break will apply, you come along side of them and wail and shout for justice.  When the refugees and dreamers are in danger of being sent back to countries where in many cases their lives may be at risk, it should be our knee-jerk response to come to their aid, to protest and to love them with the love of the Lord.  These should be our intuitive responses.  We see the life of Jesus and we hear the call to love our enemy, to love our neighbor, to love the other, to love the outcast, and the down trodden, or as Simon and Garfunkel say “the sat upon, the spat upon, the ratted on.  This is when reckless and immediate responses are necessary.  Unfortunately, each of these needs has been brought to the church and within the Eldership where boards and councils can debate and deliberate over what “we” as a church should do.  This is not the place nor time for deliberation.

 

Now, I know it is not always as simple as all of that. In all of the things I mentioned, I think it is, at least immediately.  Deliberation does come when we begin to live in community.  Paul said that he confesses to know this one thing and that is Christ and him crucified.  Paul was getting to the intuitive response.  The problem with Paul is that we then read letter after letter of him flushing out exactly what that means.  Churches need to deliberate over some things.  I think what Paul gave us, at his best, is an example of the difficulties we will encounter when we, from all nationalities and experiences, come together in Christian community.  Deliberation looks at the complexity of that problem and realizes how little we actually know.  If a community of believers can face down a problem like the refugee crisis, with commitment and humility, I believe wonderful things can happen. 

 

I think, for the most part, the church has made the mistake of swapping the intuitive and deliberative cognitive responses for the wrong situations.  We are trusting the thing that pops in our heads and believing that it popped in there because it is right.  Maybe we heard a bad sermon at some point on how the poor are always going to be with us so we don’t have to worry about them or maybe it wasn’t a sermon at all but it is some sort of “boot strap” theory on how we can make our own success.  We then make a decision to not feed the hungry, clothe the poor, to not want policies in our government that would protect and feed the poor.  If we are going to respond intuitively in those scenarios, it must be with the words of Christ ringing in our ears and echoing through our hearts, “Whatever you do unto the least of these, you do unto me”.   But, I think the deliberative response plays a part as well.  Deliberation understands the complexity of all of the social issues we are faced with today and relies on a “community of knowledge”, as the book puts it.  Intuition makes the choice to feed your neighbor while deliberation looks at how to put a structure in place, or which one needs to be torn down, to make sure no one ever goes hungry again.  If you’re going to make a mistake in applying the “wrong” type of thought process to a scenario, I pray that your knee-jerk reaction will be towards radical grace and generosity.  I pray that your deliberations will be towards creating an inclusive, life giving and sustaining community that cares about the things Jesus cared about.  It may restore this worlds faith in the church as a witness to the Christ.  We have a lot of healing to do so let’s start now. 

 

Answers from the test: 

 

 

 

1.         $.05

2.         47 days

3.         5 minutes

Love Can Show the Way

“Love is used to getting its ass kicked.”

- Cathleen Falsani

 

I was watching the news this week as clip after clip is played of white “men” marching with torches.  “Men” carrying flags of defeated symbols of hate, being brought to a new and frightening sort of life by the sweat on their brows and the spit from their mouths as they shout racist, bigoted messages of hate.  On the other side of the lines we see an understandable anger rising up in people who still remember stories of “men” showing up to the front lawns of black churches and their family home.  Men and women whose families were lost to Nazi “progress”, remembering that ignoring the problem doesn’t make it go away.  It only grows and festers like a gaping wound in the side of a nation.

 

My 7 year old daughter Alivia was sitting and watching all of this as well.  I didn’t realize that she was watching it until I noticed her plug her ears and shout out “PEACE, PEACE, PEACE!”.  Tears came to my eyes as I realized the profound affect that all of this was having on her. She felt the dissonance between what she hears on a Sunday morning about a new kingdom being ushered into this world and what she was seeing in Charlottesville, VA.  We took a minute to talk about what was happening and I reassured her, as much as I could, considering the way that all of this has impacted me as well, that everything would be ok.  I was thinking about it a little bit later that day as I was trying to practice for what I would say if Alivia, or any of my other kids, asked me to help them make sense of the state of the world.  I was reminded of an answer I heard on a podcast a week or so ago.

 

The question was posed to Cathleen Falsani, an author, blogger, journalist and all around amazing human being.  The interviewer asked her how do we see the state of the world, all of the crap that is happening all around, the refugee crisis, potential wars around the world, actual wars occurring in numerous countries, a President that seems to be clueless when it comes to the plight of poor and sick people in this country.  When we turn on the news or look at social media it is easy to quickly become overwhelmed.  When the interviewer had finished his question, she answered in the calmest and coolest way, “You know, love is used to getting its ass kicked”.  She went on to remind the interviewer and us, the listener, that love has a long history of getting knocked down but it keeps getting back up.  Jesus taught us that when love gets slapped across the face that it turns the other cheek.  She said that “love isn’t afraid to get dirty”.  Because in the end, whenever that is, love actually wins. 

 

I was mowing my lawn when I first heard this interview and I must have looked a bit odd because I was actively crying.  I don’t mean like tears in my eyes.  I mean full lump in my throat, let out a couple of sobs kind of cry.  This is the challenge in believing in the way of love.  Love doesn’t look like the royal family sitting at the place of honor with all of the privilege and power.  Love doesn’t look like the one with all of the influence and charisma to force others to follow its way.  Love looks dirty, love looks foolish, love doesn’t run from harm but rushes to it.  Love doesn’t pre plan and consider the possible danger and damage, love is willing to lose because it has already won. 

 

This is good news.  The good news for me is that I know what it feels like to get beat up, spiritually and emotionally. I know what it feels like to feel too dirty to come near to the love of God.  I know what it feels like to be in a depression so deep that I wasn’t sure that I could fight another day.  I know what it feels like to sit down at the end of the day and feel like I got my ass kicked.  But love, has been getting its ass kicked since the beginning of time and it keeps getting back up.

 

So what do we tell our kids?  What do we tell ourselves?  Even though it looks like there is no hope, if we look closely, there are signs of hope all around.  I have seen clergy standing in the gap at these demonstrations, shielding the innocent from hateful speech.  I have seen unity among those who will not stand by and let racism hide behind hoods and positions of power anymore.  I have seen conviction from many who were living blind to the realities of white privilege, including in myself.  So I tell my kids, and myself, that love does get its ass kicked, that it seems that evil is all around and yet He that lives within us, within the strength of community and the power of its witness, is greater than all of the evil that exists within this world.  I will tell them that when love gets knocked down, it always gets back up.  I will tell them that when love gets slapped that it turns the other cheek and that it is never afraid to get dirty. No, that it insists on getting dirty. 

 

As for our reactions?  We have to get involved.  This means supporting people and organizations, financially, those who are actively resisting this type of bigotry and racism.  This means attending rallies in support of the resistance.  This means naming the ways that we have contributed to the creation of this society that has put up hurdles and obstacles for the poor, people of color, refugees, women, and the entire LGBTQ community.  This means teaching our children that this type of behavior is wrong, it is ungodly, it is demonic and it will not stand in our homes, our schools, our churches and most importantly, in our hearts.  When we see evil speech, we name it is as so.  When our local and state officials seem to be standing on the sidelines, we urge them to speak out.  When we witness a person being discriminated against or treated poorly, we speak up and come to their side.  This is the honor and the challenge of sharing this earth with such a diverse collection of people.  We get to learn about and from each other and in the meantime we learn about ourselves. 

 

Cathleen Falsani closed her answer about love by reading the lines from a David Wilcox song “Show the Way”, and I’m not sure I could ever say it so well so, I will do the same.

 

Look, if someone wrote a play just to glorify
What's stronger than hate
Would they not arrange the stage
To look as if the hero came too late?

He's almost in defeat
It's looking like the evil side will win
So on the edge of every seat
From the moment that the whole thing begins, it is

Love who makes the mortar
And it's love who stacked these stones
And it's love who made the stage here
Although it looks like we're alone

In this scene set in shadows
Like the night is here to stay
There is evil cast around us
But it's love that wrote the play
For in this darkness love can show the way

Dry Drunk Faith

Addiction is a funny thing.  I use the word funny because sometimes it is better to stare only at the peculiarity of addiction and not its savage consequences.  I have lost too many people to addiction.  As I write I see the faces of family members, church members, close friends and even the celebrities who often fill my Twitter feed who have battled with addiction.  The stories of those who we have loved and lost to alcohol, drugs, eating disorders and the like are the ones that seem to take their place as the dictionary definition of addiction gone wrong but there are many silent killers in this age, specifically in the life of the church. 

Most people in the church would agree that “coming to faith” involves a moment of repentance.  I’ve written on the concept of repentance before so I will just say that coming to faith means some level of change.  This could mean a change in perspective or attitude but there is an implied change in behavior.  For some people this change may be something immediate and transformational.  They learn of the love of God revealed in Christ and just see the world in a different way.  They can’t imagine doing some of the things they used to do because it now just feels empty.  For many others, I dare say the majority of others, this transition feels much more like a struggle. 

I was thinking about this concept today when I was reacquainted with the term “dry drunk”.  A dry drunk, as defined by dictionary.com is

an alcoholic who is not currently drinking alcohol but is still following an irregular undisciplined lifestyle like that of a drunkard”

For those in recovery who may have mixed emotions with the term let me first say that I mean no harm with using it.  It is a slang term that gets at a very real danger for those flirting with the possibility of relapse.  But, I am less interested in talking about “dry drunks” in relation to those in recovery.  I think we are dealing with a church in the West that is full of religious “dry drunks”.

I have pulled resources from discoveryplace.info on the symptoms of what it means to be a “dry drunk” but picture, if you would, the church as one big recovery program and see if you too may realize the danger of relapse. 

Symptom 1)  We become restless, irritable and discontent.

 Often what is termed as “reverence” in the church is really nothing more than grumpy stuffiness.  There is joy in the church, in many churches, but there is also a whole lot of irritability.  If you don’t believe me then see what happens if you bring a young family in with kids like my kids who can’t sit still and place them right in front of the longest standing members.  Or, change up the order of service with “clearing it” with the elders.  See what happens if you rearrange the room before service starts.  It’s almost as if we are walking around waiting for someone to do something to annoy us.  The reason that this first symptom is so dangerous in the recovery process is that it causes separation.  We absolutely see the separation for those in the church from much of the outside world but it also exists within the church.  We change up service to accommodate the irritable and discontent and at the same time we have created a wedge that divides us.  I fear that it is leading to more “dry drunk” behavior in the church.

Symptom 2)  We become bored or dissatisfied.

The initial “shine” of first coming to faith has a way of diminishing.  We don’t pray as much as we used too, we don’t read scripture or spend time asking questions and listening intently to others opinions.  In recovery, the sign of this symptom would be that you no longer see your progress in recovery.  In the church, the symptom of boredom and dissatisfaction takes form when we stop doing “the work” and settle on the beliefs we first held.  Maybe we listen to the old sermons that once encouraged us or only read the underlined verses in our bibles.  Perhaps we do so out of a desire for stability but we are left asking if those once held beliefs ever truly satisfied us in the first place because they aren’t sustaining us now.  If we are a people who are “being made” into the likeness of Christ, that means we have to change. 

Symptom 3)  We start overreacting.

“The lady doth protest too much, me thinks”.  The church in the West is full of people frantically holding their beliefs with a vice grip, unwilling to move even slightly from their beloved position.  What is an appropriate reaction to Rob Bell stating that maybe the love of God wins in the end?  Kick him out of the church!  What should we do if someone questions the historical accuracy of scripture or what it means to be the Holy Scriptures in the first place?  Heresy!  Expel the brother!  The violent, knee jerk reaction of the church to any sort of generous orthodoxy is quite alarming.  It is also a sign of something going on beneath the surface.  I have found, in my experience, that the more wildly animated a person is in their dismissal of a thought or person, the more doubt that rests below the surface.  The reality is that what it means to be “orthodox” or within a specific set of beliefs that makes a person a “believer” varies greatly between religious communities.  Within your own church there are many different streams of thought.  When you begin to experience the pain and frustration of realizing that not everyone thinks the way you do, share those frustrations and then shut up and listen.  You certainly will lose less brothers and sisters in Christ and you might actually learn something.

Symptom 4)  We engage in “euphoric recall”.

This is the “Make America Great Again” movement.  Every person shouting that message is engaged in the act of “Euphoric Recall”.  As a country we remember the soldiers of World War 2, selflessly giving themselves in battle for a united cause.  We remember those left at home who rationed food and supplies.  We remember the building of infrastructure and National Parks, from sea to shining sea.  We forget the treatment of women, people native to this land, slavery, homophobia, etc... For the church, we remember when we were on the right side of the Civil Rights debate, we remember those who joined Dr King on a march.  We remember that time we created a clothing closet or served food to Seniors or to the homeless.  Most importantly, we remember our story within those stories as mostly good.  We can’t imagine that the way we have behaved within the church involved any sort of gossip or hurtful speech.  I used to have a meditation that I would engage in at the end of every day where I would ask myself where I gave life and where I stole life throughout that day.  Its goal wasn’t to make myself feel good about the great things I had done that day nor was it to make me feel shame for the times that I hurt another person.  It was really just to combat my desire to remember in my own favor. We must be willing to be honest and real with who we are and who we were, as individuals and as the church.

Symptom 5)  We engage in “magical thinking”.

In recovery, magical thinking is the type of thought that says, “if I get my life together, my family will accept me back”, or “If I win the lottery, my life will be so much easier”, or “I can have one more drink because now I have the will power”.  The thought process behind it is that if you believe it enough or just wish hard enough, your family, your job situation and your health will just magically repair itself.  Well, dry drunks in the church have the same thought process.  Some of it is actually preached from the pulpit.  “What’s that?  Your son is dying of cancer?  You’ve prayed for it to be taken away and it hasn’t?”  “My guess is that you are leading a life of sin, or you haven’t prayed hard enough”.  We begin second guessing everything.  If we sin in the morning and then have a bad second half of the day, we start to see the two as connected.  Or, we think that since we fed the homeless in the morning that the rest of the day should be filled with roses and birds chirping songs of celebration.  The problem is that the world doesn’t work that way.  God does not act that way.  Horrible things happen, to good people.  Amazing things happen to some of the worst people.  This magical thinking is going to drive us into relapse because it just can not be sustained.  We must either abandon this destructive thinking or disconnect the part of our brains responsible for basic reason because the two can not exist together.    

Symptom 6)  We start to become unfulfilled.

I think this is the saddest part for me.  I have walked into churches before and just felt the weight of deep sadness.  Not the kind of sadness where one of the members lost their child or the church as a whole lost one of its members.  That type of communal sadness is healthy and good.  I’m talking about the kind of sadness that exist when a person is unfulfilled.  Just as someone in recovery has to be reminded by their sponsor and some good friends that patience is key in the recovery process.  To remember that recovery takes time, the church must have spiritual leaders that can walk them through the tension of the suffering and loss in this age and the fact that Love has already won.  The fulfillment comes in wrestling in that tension with some real, honest, loving people willing to share their heart, body, mind and souls with the church.  Reading your bible, praying, being baptized, saying you believe, are not the things that transform you.  The thing that transforms you is being willing to wrestle with what any of those things actually mean, in the presence of others willing to do the same.  That is where we will find fulfillment.  Fulfillment comes with questions, not answers.  The church has been promising too many empty answers and not allowing enough life giving questions.    

In Closing

For those addicted to alcohol or drugs, relapse means that you begin using again.  Using means self medication, numbing the pain with a substance.  For a "dry drunk", they have not begun using again, they are just acting like they did when they did use.  For the church, I think relapse and dry drunkenness means the same thing.  Coming to faith, at least in part, means saying that the things that I used to do to earn the love of God or some higher power, just aren’t working.  So, relapse means picking up those same things that you once laid down.  For some, that may be actual drugs or alcohol, for others it may mean control, power, influence or fear.  For the church, it isn’t even the “doing” of any specific sin that leads us into relapse.  It is when we go to those places for our healing.  It is when we think we have managed to control our behavior and miss the desire for an actual transformed life.  This is why we must, with the help of others, watch for these symptoms.  The danger of relapse is not falling out of the love of God.  The danger of relapse is forgetting that there is nothing you can do to fall out of Love’s embrace. 

How does the alcoholic avoid relapse?  Go to meetings, do the work, meet with a sponsor, commit to honesty with themselves and others.  How does a believer avoid relapse?  I think it might be the exact same way.    

It's a Crying Shame

I spend a lot of time thinking about the church in general.  This is partly because I am planting a church, have been a leader in churches and that I am committed to Christ and his church.  With this time observing and reflecting, I have had the opportunity to see some of the best from those who are faithfully trying to live out what it means to follow the way of Christ.  I see world missions with people living large portions of their lives in strange and foreign lands.  Living in mud huts, building homes and installing wells for villages that no longer have to travel half of a day to get clean drinking water.  I see Catholic charities that do work in difficult neighborhoods and difficult parts of the world, all to show the love of Christ.  Along with all of these signs of hope I often see mixed in, a cancer that is threatening to do serious damage to the mission of God and His church. The name of that growing disease is, shame. 

 

“We live in a world where most people still subscribe to the belief that shame is a good tool for keeping people in line. Not only is this wrong, but it’s dangerous. Shame is highly correlated with addiction, violence, aggression, depression, eating disorders, and bullying.”

 -Brene Brown

 

Brene Brown has focused much of her work exploring shame and vulnerability and she has a great working definition for shame.  She defines shame as “the intensely painful feeling or experience of believing that we are flawed and therefore unworthy of love and belonging.”  What’s interesting about that definition is that on the one hand you can see that what Christ has accomplished on the cross has destroyed any shame.  His act of self sacrifice says that you are worthy of love.  That you are infinitely loved and that there is a community of misfits that we all can belong to.  So I hear that, the love of Christ, speaking against shame.  But for so many people who for many different reasons feel like they do not belong, the church can be a birthplace for shame.

I hope the beginning of shame in the church was completely on accident.  I’ll believe the best of our institutions, though history makes that difficult at times.  What churches eventually were left with was a problem.  Any church that is growing quickly may see the problem of change, we seem to have evidence of it even within the New Testament.  There were regions where many people were being baptized, believing the way of Jesus and they had some interesting ways of living out their faith.  Entire letters were written to some of these regions addressing many problems that these new communities were having. People had different beliefs about the way that you should eat, the way that you should worship or just the way that you should live in your current culture.  People who were of one belief would often challenge the authenticity of the faith of people from other regions with differing beliefs. Sadly, we are faced with many of the same issues today.  If you are in a growing congregation, people will walk through your door that have different answers to all of those same questions that believers have wrestled with.  Different beliefs about some of these topics can lead to heated debate and if you see debate as a potentially negative thing then you are going to put an end to it. 

So, how do you put an end to debate?  Let’s make this real for a moment.  Let’s talk about women’s roles in the church.  Within one church congregation you will likely have people who feel that women have the same right to preach, pray, and lead, and you will also have people who feel that a woman’s role in the church should be limited.  You may have the lead pastor or elders who are coming to believe that a woman’s role in the church should be no different than a man’s but for the sake of “peace” they decide to do nothing to change their “public” stance on the issue.  Now, what was it that helped solve the issue?  Maybe it was picking and choosing the right scripture, maybe it was an open and honest debate, but I would say it is more likely that it was shame.  Brene Brown would say that shame needs three things to grow.

1)Shame needs secrecy to grow, and we all know that far too often decisions in the church happen in secrecy.

2)Shame needs silence to grow and we also know that far too often even those who know that change is the right thing to do, are encouraged to keep silent, especially if they are female.

3)Shame needs judgment to grow and unfortunately the church can be a breeding ground for judgment.

Remember what the quote was from the beginning of this post.  Shame isn’t just naturally growing out of disagreement or a general insecurity, it is being used as a tool to keep people in line.  The dangerous part is that it will continue because people are afraid that they themselves will be caught up in the shame cycle.  That was one example of an issue that can grow shame in a church but I fear that the list is growing longer and longer.  Women in the church, political beliefs, beliefs on homosexuality, issues of sex in general, current or former drug and alcohol abuse, etc… There are so many people who are living in secrecy for the fear of judgment from those who God sent into the world to proclaim peace.  There is something wrong with this picture.

Well, I don’t think there is a simple answer to the problem besides maybe first admitting that there is a problem.  I am more and more convinced, every day, that many within the church believe more in the power of shame to control a people than in the power of the gospel to forever change them.  We have some work to do, both internally and within our churches, to be more aware of what narrative the life of our church is sharing.  Brene Brown gives us two tools that we can begin using today to see shame defeated in our churches and communities. We must first understand that shame can not survive being spoken.  Because shame is so reliant on silence and secrecy, speaking that shame has a way of setting us free.  The first key to putting an end to shame must also be tied to the second, which is empathy.  Once we speak that thing that we are ashamed of and have broken the chains of silence and secrecy, we mustn’t let judgment come in and destroy the healing process.  The power of someone speaking their secret pain and the power of a return phrase of “me too” is a supernatural work of the Spirit.  I think we have to create safe space in our worship gatherings or in our small groups for people to share the inner depths of their hearts, minds and soul.  We need a place where people can share their hopes and their fears, a place to wrestle with scripture and with God, a place to speak those things that stretch our understanding of the creator and of each other.  If it is true that where two or more are gathered that there Jesus is, in the midst of them, then I have hope that we will also hear a whispered “me too” from the one for whom the words couldn’t ring more true.      

 

Gobstopper Bible

This past week, I decided to bring little Archie along with me to Everett's scout meeting.  Everett loves the opportunity to show off his little brother and Archie loves the opportunity to laugh at the way the "big kids" joke around.  Thanks to the wonder of toddler tablets, yes I know that I am parent of the year, Archie was able to focus much of his attention on Thomas the Tank Engine games and coloring apps.  The troop had a township official come and talk to the kids about local government, they reviewed some of the information they had learned the week before and played some pretty fun games all in the hour that they have together.  If you asked Everett what he thought was the highlight of the night, he would undoubtedly say that it was getting his reward from their game the week before.  Everett was able to pick his prize first because he was the first to be able to answer a question about last weeks information and as he went to the prize bag to pick through the shiny, colorful boxes of candy, his hand came out with and oldie but a goody; The beloved Gobstoppers.  Gobstoppers are great because they have all of the deliciousness of a jawbreaker with a tenth of the commitment.  Gobstoppers, for those who have been living under a rock, are delicious little candies from the wonderful world of Willy Wonka.  These pea sized, rock hard, colorful confections require one to leave them in their mouth for some time. As you suck on the candy, the color of it begins to change.  You go through all of the colors of the rainbow in about a 15 minute time span. 

Archie, who has a tendency to love anything that is colorful and candy like, was begging Everett to share this goodness with him as well.  Everett, who isn't one to forget his little brother, was kind enough to share.  I had a quick instructional session with Archie about the way to enjoy this delicious candy but, as you may have guessed, it may have been the excitement or the rush of sugar to the brain and Archie forgot.  I next heard several loud cracks as Archie was testing the limits of his young teeth.  I was already thinking to myself, "what could possibly be my reasoning for allowing the boy to have this candy" and "I had no idea it would cause him to break his teeth".  In a minute or two, Archie had already finished his first candy and was begging for more.  I thought maybe this time, as I led him through the proper way to enjoy the beloved Gobstopper, something would catch.  It did not.  Archie again chomped his way through another Gobstopper.  In the meantime, Everett was savoring each one, pulling the treat out of his mouth every minute or so to see if it had once again changed to a new surprising color. 

A couple of nights ago, I woke in the middle of the night after having dreamed about this event and I had a minor revelation.  What I had witnessed between Everett and Archie, was a bit of a glimpse into the way that people can experience and process many different things.  When we walk down the sidewalk we either do so just to get somewhere, or to take in the sights and sounds of the city.  When we jog in the morning, we either do so for the sole purpose of exercise, or as a way to find centering and unity with all of creation before starting our day.  What I ultimately landed on and was the most immediately obvious to me was the concept of the Gobstopper bible.

I have been Archie in the Gobstopper bible scenario.  I was young and excited to learn more, to take in as much information as possible.  I wanted to strive for quantity, remembering the most bible verses, having the most obscure characters of scripture memorized, chomping down as much information as my mind could hold.  The problem is, that for many people who are processing scripture in this way, they miss the colorful rainbow of this collection of books that we call the bible.  I think of the way that Everett was enjoying each Gobstopper, one at a time.  He would pause and look at the color of the Gobstopper before he placed it in his mouth. He savored the flavor and texture of the candy, and would look on in wonder when that candy once again changed color and size. 

What if we all read and enjoyed scripture the way that Everett enjoyed the Gobstopper?  Well, like anyone who enjoys preaching, I have three quick take aways from my reflection on the topic. 

1) We would develop a greater sense of gratitude for scripture.  It is difficult when you are going through a reading plan that gives a set number of chapters to read from a set collection of books everyday.  If you are at all like me, you may tend to be pushing through, chomping even, at every word trying to consume it in the small amount of time that you had allotted.  Reading with gratitude means taking your time, not worrying if you only get through a few verses before you just have to stop and reflect on what you just read.  Some of the best bible studies I have ever been a part of took us forever to get through.  We weren't rushed to get done and through before the next quarter of classes began.  We took our time.  I gleaned more from those in depth and intensive studies than I ever would have imagined. 

2)We would be more likely to notice and enjoy the nuance of scripture.  Just like Everett, enjoying the size, color, taste and texture of that candy, we should be able to appreciate all of the history, writing types, authors and more that encompass any particular biblical writing.  If we would take the time to study and appreciate the setting, the characters and the circumstances that we are entering into when we open the Bible, it would leave the two dimensional surface that we stare at and cause our minds to paint vivid pictures of the characters and events appearing before us.  We can appreciate a biblical poem as a poem, a gospel account as one of the four tellings of the life and ministry of Jesus, and a letter to a friend or community as the one sided address that it is.  We won't be able to nail any given passage down to one full understanding that full grasps what the original author had intended but there will be so many more layers of understanding. There is nothing static or dead about scripture unless we are the ones who make it so.

3)  We would be less likely to choke.  My biggest fear when I decided to let 2 year old Archie have that Gobstopper was that he may choke.  I stayed within a foot or two of him at all times, replaying all that I had learned from First Aid classes.  When you are recklessly chomping through candy it is quite easy for the candy to become lodged in your throat.  In the same way, I believe that a reckless reading of scripture that isn't taking the time to slow down and appreciate nuance, is dangerous in the wrong hands.  Many people are choking on unloving, one dimensional readings of God's living and breathing word.  Even those who peddle this reading of scripture are they themselves choking on a lifeless reading of a glorified rule book. 

I hope that whoever is still reading at this point can come to realize that it is about so much more than that.  If there is one understanding that settles it for all time than why does our theology change so much through time?  If it is purely a history book than why does the history within not even agree with itself?  Why are there multiple accounts of the same event that contradict each other?  I guess you could hear those things and just throw up your hands and say, "well then this book is not for me", or you can decide that you too will wrestle with the beauty of its pages.  Maybe you won't read as much or understand as much as you had hoped for but I believe that what you do decide to wrestle with will be transformational.  Don't begin your reading of scripture hoping to understand God.  Instead, begin your reading with the hope of communion with God.

Everett has taken a couple of weeks with that same box of candy.  Every time he takes it off the shelf and enjoys a couple pieces of that tiny candy goodness, it is a real event.  I notice now when he shares it with his brother or sisters that he gives them some direction in the way to really enjoy what Willy Wonka has to offer.  As they say, "I think that'll preach". 

Resist

What's the sight, by TV's light taken in

A man mocking the meek, criminalizing the weak, building a wall to keep the rest in

I remember well a wall that fell, uniting a land

I remember a square, a tank met by a bold stare

youth's voices paired with justice's demands

Now back to your regular scheduled programming

programmed, coded minds, blind to a budget damning the poor the people of color,

all of creation crying for clean air to breathe, enough affordable education to leave.

But the church chimes in, "hey, what about us" "no one can make us move to the back of the bus"

And I don't know what story you've been buying

You aren't in the back of the bus, you've been driving

driving, digging your heels in the ground this way

you're just about to find out you're digging your own grave.

Your idols of certainty and control have taken hold to resurrect an idol of gold

but this fire's too hot, you can't control what's not yours

Can't buy it in your Family Christian Bookstore

You can't earn it by believing the "right" thing, the songs you sing

or kissing the ring of a Pope or a Pastor

A man can only serve one master

Yet, the disaster of our meetings may be averted

before every pew in our flashy temples is deserted.

You've been called to join in, confess your sin, right the wreck

What you believe is what you do, not just facts to be checked.

You participate by joining the fight of resistance to political might

Resist the powers and principalities of this age, with outrage

not raging against the helpless refugee who's underage

Be angered that inner city schools have no books

not the money for healthcare assistance "they" took.

Let your blood boil red, for the innocent dead, from bombs gone astray

not from laws that cause you to bake cakes for "the gays".

Misguided anger is the danger for the church

Woe to you who stew in agitation as you search for an opinion that makes you out as victim

Woe to you who knew those boys in blue were wrong

but your hidden opinion of "the black man" changed your song

Resist the power, resist this hour, your urge for more

Resist the urge to settle the score

The wall's coming down again, not even built but lives in the hearts of men

Tear down the wall, step outside, you may find the god you hide deep within

is without a doubt, outside too, with all of those you fought to keep out.

 

 

People of Forgiveness

John 20:21 Jesus said to them again, "Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you."

20:22 When he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, "Receive the Holy Spirit.

20:23 If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them; if you retain the sins of any, they are retained."

This verse from the Gospel of John was in one of our lectionary texts last week.  My default, in this section of scripture, is to go to the story that follows of Thomas and how Jesus showed great patience and vulnerability in allowing Thomas to touch the wounds and the scars and how that patience helped Thomas to come to belief.  Or maybe we could look at the portion that preceeds and the way that the other followers also needed to see the side and the hands but we focus on Thomas because he was not together with them when Jesus first appeared to them.  What I often fly right past in my reading are these three "sending" verses. 

Jesus is sending the disciples in the same way that Father has sent him.  With peace as their only possession and full of the power of the Holy Spirit.  With this power, he call them to "forgive the sins of any".  He promises that if they forgive those sins, "they are forgiven them".  He goes on to say that if you retain, hold on to, or bind the sins of any, that they are retained, held or bound.  Now this is one of those points in scripture, especially if you have grown up outside of a "High church" setting, that feels a little bit uncomfortable.  "Hold on Jesus", you might say, "You mean we get to decide who gets to be forgiven and who doesn't and if we decide they don't deserve to be forgiven than those sins are held?".  Different traditions have differed on their interpretation of these verses as to whether it was an apostolic gifting to those who had direct contact with Jesus or a gift that a Priest may hold to forgive a person's sin.  I am not going to get into that aspect of the verse because I think that it at least contains something that we can agree on.  We do hold a power within us to forgive or to retain sin.  I think one way that we forgive or retain sin, is something that takes place within ourselves, our families and our churches.  

At our church, we have one part of the service that is shared with the children.  The scripture that they use is the same scripture that we are studying that Sunday.  They have some craft or activity that helps bring the scripture to life and the adults learn along with the children.  This week, we used these verses from John to create an illustration.  We gave the kids a basket to hold out in front of them and started naming some things that people may have done to them that could be difficult to forgive and we dropped these large stones in the basket.  By the time we had gotten to three or four large stones they were searching for something to rest the basket against.  We talked about how choosing to keep or hold another person's sin against them is like you carrying this weight around with you.  We then talked a little bit about how, even in our own life, the sins that we struggle with, the things we perceive as weakness, can become something beautiful if we live in a community that is forgiving.  Even our anger, our pride, our restlessness, can be turned into something beautiful. It just takes the part of a patient and forgiving community and the power of the Holy Spirit.  The kids painted the large rocks to represent the beauty of forgiveness. 

I think the weight of those rocks was something that the kids could really feel and understand pretty quickly.  They talked about being picked on or being yelled at.  Maybe it was a push from a bully or a sister who took their favorite toy.  To a kid, these things are real and difficult to deal with.  The kids, when they were finished painting, went to go and play and the adults talked about what the verse meant to them.  We found that whether you are young, old, or somewhere in between, forgiveness doesn't really get any easier.  Here are some of my reflections from our time together yesterday as a church community. 

Forgiveness is a Call

You couldn't possibly read this story from John and come away thinking that forgiveness is not part of our being sent into the world.  "Just as the Father has sent me..." .  With the gift of the Holy Spirit, the disciples are sent out as forgivers of humanity.  Imagine, a people who go out into the world, a world that is hell bent on someone getting what they deserve, and we as the peculiar people of God, choose to just forgive.  That we echo the words of God found in Isaiah, "I will not hold your sins against you".  This type of forgiveness is a sign and witness to the cross of Christ.  If it is our call to be a Jesus, cross shaped people, should we not be a people who forgive.  To receive a gift of grace and not extend that same grace to our neighbor is sending a message that runs counter to the good news of Christ.  Forgive as if it is your calling.

The Forgiveness Epidemic

Luke:47Therefore I tell you, because her many sins have been forgiven, she has loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves little.” 48Then Jesus said to her, Your Sins are forgiven" 49But those at the table began to say to themselves, “Who is this who even forgives sins?”…

In a world where people are searching for real and genuine community that is marked by love, we see that love is what grows out of forgiveness.  If we see that our communities aren't very loving, I would guess that they also aren't very good at forgiveness.  As we see in Luke, because her sins have been forgiven, she loves much.  He who has been forgiven little, loves little.  Sure, I think what we are seeing in this scripture is a people who aren't loving because they don't feel as though they have needed to be forgiven.  I think that it works both ways.  People who don't think they need much forgiveness are the same people that are not so good at forgiving. People who have needed forgiveness their whole life, and were blessed to receive it, are the most loving.  

What if we started a forgiveness epidemic.  To just radically forgive, in our families, our jobs, in politics and around the world?  I think it would create a world that loves more than we could imagine.  We've done it the other way too long, it doesn't take too close of a look to see where that has gotten us.  Retention of sin, breeds retention of sins.  Forgiveness breeds love.   

Forgiveness is a Gift

Thinking about that concept of sins which we don't forgive being retained has captured my thoughts this week.  We often think about the responsibility when forgiving someone, to set them free.  I think we don't consider, often enough, the cage that unforgiveness can trap us in.  As we reflected last night on some of the sins against us or those we love that still bring about anger and disappointment, we felt the way the sins themselves can take up residence within us.  Maybe you have been hurt by the church and haven't been able to forgive the person who hurt you. Even if you still manage to go to a church, that old hurt has a way of keeping you distant from everyone there.  The pain is too raw to risk ever being hurt like that again.  You must ask yourself if you have really forgiven that person or if you need to walk through forgiveness with them again.  If you aren't sure if you have forgiven someone or not, think about them or that situation and see what happens to your blood pressure.  Do you start making people feel uncomfortable as you tell the story of what happened and your voice continues to raise, for the 10th time that week?  Maybe you think way back into your past and remember a person of another gender, race, ethnicity or social status.  Does that hurt or sin cause you to feel a certain way about all people who fit into that social group?  Do you have a hard time trusting again?  These are all signs that you may be retaining that past individuals sin. 

This is insanely hard, I get it.  I asked the people in our church to join me in reflecting on a sin that they may be retaining from their past.  I was alarmed that I kept thinking of person after person, scenario after scenario, before I feel narrowed it down to the one that seems to have the strongest grip on me.  It wasn't just one thing, it was many things.  Each one of those sins that were acted out against me could have been forgiven.  I could let go of it, I could set it down and use my energy in a more productive way.  This is the gift that Jesus offers through the power of the Spirit.  When we forgive sins, they are forgiven.  In some mystical, magical way, when we let something go, when we employ the grace of God for the sake of another, that sin leaves us.  We may need to decide again tomorrow to put that same sin down, for a time, but after a while we will see that it doesn't have the same power it once did.  Who knows, maybe those ugly retained sins we dragged around for far too long will begin to look like the painted rocks that the kids created last night in all of their glittery rainbow, bedazzled sparkle goodness.  Even if not, it will be good to give our arms a rest. 

Messy Faith

I remember, in the first year or so of being in ministry "professionally" a conversation that we had with our "Outreach Pastor".  He had done some amazing work with the biker community as he himself was a biker.  We had Chili Cook-offs that were well attended by many in the biker community and there were growing numbers of people from that community that were calling our church their home.  There were aspects of this new part of our community that brought certain challenges but for the most part, it was bringing life and excitement to our worship gatherings.  Well, at this specific meeting that we were having about the state of "outreach" the lead Pastor voiced his concern for the people that were being brought in to the church.  "These people that are coming in have more needs than we can meet, we need less people that are using up our resources and more people that are replenishing them".  What followed was a door knocking campaign in the "wealthy" part of town.  While everything inside of me knew that this was wrong and just felt dirty, I still found myself having a hard time arguing with the logic.  I mean, I had seen the budget, in fact I was well aware of the fact that the budget and a strain to it would mean that I may not be able to be paid.  So I voiced my concern about this type of logic but then I quietly went along.  We lost most of those members.  Even though we never publicly said anything about our concern for their "using up" resources.  Perhaps they saw a heart change in the way they were viewed.  We lost that "Outreach Pastor" too.  I think this was the first of my many regrets in ministry.

One thing I remember about many of the people that were coming through our church doors at that time, and the many people I have seen come through the doors of other church's I have been involved with, is the honesty.  If someone is in need, you will know it instantly.  We've had to get clothes for people who soiled themselves, call an ambulance for a person who fell from being dangerously intoxicated, stand between people who were about to fight, hold someone weeping as tears and snot drip down your shirt or find yourself eating lunch at 3pm because you are taking people to wherever they need to go after church.  It was messy and unpredictable but I can't imagine worshiping without any of those people. 

Some church's find the messy to be a distraction.  People can become burned out if they are always serving and there are only so many volunteers and so many dollars to handle all of a communities problems.  There is some truth to that, especially if you see all of the people who come through your doors with needs, as a problem to be solved.  You won't solve all of the problems, you won't "cure" everyone, you may not even build a real relationship with half of the people.  What you will do, is find that the people who have crossed your path have more to offer you than you could ever offer them.  That honesty that I mentioned early is a healing balm in a world that pretends.  I used to feel overwhelmed with the messy, now I find myself overwhelmed with the illusion of perfection. 

When did our churches begin insisting that everyone appear to have it all together?  I never have, never could, fit the mold of being fixed.  Some of my earliest memories are the fights we would have while getting ready for church, the arguments in the car and the collective deep breath we would all take before opening the church door and putting on our happy face.  I don't think there is a family in America that hasn't experienced something similar.  We are sharing pew space and religious life with people who aren't sure how they are going to pay their bills, aren't sure where their son was last night, can't get their meds right, can't live another day with the pain, can't seem to believe the bible they carry in their hands and they don't say a word about it.  There is a mist hovering, a thick cloud of despair that is choking out the very life of our churches.  Somehow, we have been ok with all of our problems being out of sight and out of mind but we aren't fooling anyone anymore. 

One of my favorite books as a kid, especially around Christmas time, was The Best Christmas Pageant Ever.  The book details the Herdman children, who came to church because they heard there were free snacks.  The Herdmans didn't play the part of church people.  They were suspected of stealing, they swore, they burped, and they wanted to be in the church Christmas production.  Most church members were against it but the woman running the play won out.  The Herdmans presented a version of the Christmas story that was messy, maybe at times seemed irreverent, but that captured the Christmas story.  The young girl who plays Mary has an ability to get the weight of the moment better than anyone else could.  Even after she threatened her way into getting the part, argued that Mary should have been allowed to name her own baby and burps the name of Jesus, by the end of the play she is in tears.  To people who have never heard the story of Jesus, they realized it was greatest story ever told.  We learn they were the only ones who could relay that story in such a powerful way, to an onlooking crowd.  All of our churches need the Herdmans to remind us of what the gospel is really all about. 

Lord give us messy churches.  Give us churches where you hear an F bomb in the lobby (gasp), where you may have to ask a person to put away the liquor bottle during service but you can sit in the parking lot after church and talk about what it is really like to live with addiction.  Lord, give us a church where we truly leave our gift at the altar and go to be reconciled with our brother or sister before we put a mask on that everything is alright.  Lord give us a church where wealth is measured in more than bank accounts and tithing abilities.  Where we see our richest members as those who have taken a vow of poverty to live their life in service to seniors, the homeless, widows or orphans.  Lord give us a church, where we are free to say "I don't know", "I don't like", or "I doubt".  Lord, give us a church where every Sunday we don't just put on our Sunday best but we take it off to reveal our worst, and that we commit to love each other in spite of and maybe even because of it.  Lord, the true self that you created each of us to be is much more beautiful than our false image.  Lord teach us to love ourselves and each other for who we really are.  Give us the strength to live our messy lives for all to see because we believe that when we are weak, we are strong.   

A City in Turmoil

Matthew 21:1-11
21:1 When they had come near Jerusalem and had reached Bethphage, at the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples,

21:2 saying to them, "Go into the village ahead of you, and immediately you will find a donkey tied, and a colt with her; untie them and bring them to me.

21:3 If anyone says anything to you, just say this, 'The Lord needs them.' And he will send them immediately."

21:4 This took place to fulfill what had been spoken through the prophet, saying,

21:5 "Tell the daughter of Zion, Look, your king is coming to you, humble, and mounted on a donkey, and on a colt, the foal of a donkey."

21:6 The disciples went and did as Jesus had directed them;

21:7 they brought the donkey and the colt, and put their cloaks on them, and he sat on them.

21:8 A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, and others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road.

21:9 The crowds that went ahead of him and that followed were shouting, "Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest heaven!"

21:10 When he entered Jerusalem, the whole city was in turmoil, asking, "Who is this?"

21:11 The crowds were saying, "This is the prophet Jesus from Nazareth in Galilee."

 

Jesus has entered our congregations this season of Lent and Easter.  Jesus has entered into the culture and our lives.  He has entered into our fasting from chocolate and wine, from Facebook and Twitter.  I have a feeling that Jesus has entered in and found us all in a state of turmoil.  Some people, in the gospel story above, were ready for Jesus' arrival.  They may have even played a part in ushering in this dramatic protest, because it was most definitely a protest.  They were ready to lay their coats on the road and branches under the donkey's feet while shouting "Hosanna in the highest heaven".  Most probably saw that Jesus' peaceful and humble entry was in stark contrast to the entry of powerful leaders through the cities gates, and were willing to risk their participation in such a protest because they were ready for the winds of change.  I think our churches have been found in a state of turmoil because we are more prepared for the entry of powerful leaders and dignitaries than for king Jesus.

Jesus' preparation for this event, really started in the announcement of his coming.  Jesus would enter this world in hushed scandal.  He would be carried by a young girl who carried not only the Son of God but the shame of a judgmental culture.  The rulers and kings wanted him dead before he had breathed life.  His parents would have to move and become foreigners and strangers in a scary culture and time.  Jesus would be born among the animals and their waste, wrapped in rags and on the run again before he could walk.  He would enter the temple where he challenged the understandings of men more than twice his age.  He would share a table with prostitutes and thieves, share water with a woman looking for escape in the noon day sun.  He resisted the desire to build an altar and temple on a mountain of transfiguration with the voice of his father and the presence of prophets past.  He risked being called unclean as he entered the tomb of a friend, dead four days in a valley of dry bones and called him to rise and walk again.  Many people lived in the middle of this story and still missed it.  And today, many people live surrounded by this gospel story in their congregations, week in and week out, and still miss it.  So how do we make sure we aren't missing it, how do we make sure that we don't just react to the arrival of Jesus, in turmoil.

First, move outside of the city gates to receive him.  Just like much of the gospel stories, there is a familiar call to go outside the gates.  Leaving the gates means moving outside the comfort, the security, the known and the recognizable to be surprised.  For those crowds that received Jesus, they saw with their eyes the announcement of a new type of king.  A king that came on the back of a donkey and not a steed.  A king that was of the people, for the people.  A king who was taking the form of a slave, that would humble himself and taste in death, even death on a cross. 

Second, be ready for something completely different.  I think the people that went ahead of Jesus and those that followed behind him, had a major decision to make when they saw him.  They could have seen this ridiculous image of the Messiah riding on the back of a donkey and said, "this isn't what I expected, I don't know I can get behind this kind of king".  The fact we know that people followed after him, towards Jerusalem, we know that people were willing to get past any preconceived ideas of what a triumphal entry would look like and follow after a humble king. 

Lastly, be aware turmoil is often the only response that makes any sense.  Jesus entering into the city, at the time that he did, in the way that he did, proclaiming the message that he was proclaiming, was no doubt going to cause turmoil. Jesus didn't just enter the city as a Messiah that the prophets had proclaimed.  He entered as Jesus, son of man, the one who drank too much, the one who had twisted scriptures in dangerous ways, the one who used blasphemous language about his divinity, the one who forgave sins and was merciful to the meek.  To a brutal society, grace and mercy are tools of the resistance and turmoil is the only reasonable response.  We have to be honest with ourselves that we are often more shaken by Jesus than we care to admit.  If we can't be honest with ourselves we have a tendency to water down Jesus until he is something palatable and much less dangerous. 

The response, from the city in turmoil, was to ask "who is this?".  I have a feeling that the majority of churches in this country would kick Jesus out if he showed up on Easter Sunday.   When Jesus says things like, "whatever you do unto the least of these, you do unto me", I think Jesus is speaking literally.  Whoever is the least in your community, or who you have rejected from your community, that is Jesus.  Jesus is the visitor with an intellectual or developmental disability.  Jesus is the gay person that showed up for Easter Sunday.  He is the transgender potential church member wondering how you will handle the "bathroom situation".  She is the woman who has been hurt more than you can imagine by a patriarchal society that is asking her to "get over" her rape and abuse by her ex-husband and submit again to male leadership.  He is the young black man wearing his pants lower than you feel comfortable with and he is noticing the way that people are following him around the church hallways, all for the sake of "security".  Jesus is the drunk homeless man who smells of urine and takes too many bagels because it is all he's eaten in a few days.  I hope your church is in turmoil this Easter Sunday.  I hope you find yourself asking, "who is this?" when these visitors enter your door.  I hope, more than anything, that you have eyes to see that it just might be Jesus. 

 

 

Contextualized Value

"You never knew love, until you crossed the line of grace." -Bono

I was reading a book today where I came across this quote from the one and only Bono.  Bono, as one could guess from the lyrics of his songs, has been profoundly impacted by the scandal of God's love for us.  Here we see him boldly challenging those who may have come to love too easily.  If you haven't scandalized the love of God, if you haven't pushed and pulled against the grace of God, if you haven't rolled around in the mud a little bit, you have only known the love of God in part.  Yet while we were still sinners, we have been caught up in an overwhelming, transforming, love.  I'm guessing that for many in the church, whether they know it or admit it, they feel that they in some way have earned at least some small part of God's love.  We think in our minds about how we helped that man change a tire and we felt so blessed.  We think about how we go to church once or maybe even three times a week.  We search for assurance of God's love in the way that we pray and read scripture, the way that we teach our children a right understanding of the love of God.  Yet we haven't truly known love until we push against its bounds.

When we reflect on the struggles of living in loving relationship with family, community and the world, we see the challenges that even a chosen relationship can present.  We have bad days, sleepless nights, children pulling on our pant leg, another day running late, pain from the way that we slept, or a full moon.  Many people are walking through this world hurting in many different ways.  We all are probably familiar with the phrase "hurt people, hurt people".  Whether we like it or not, that is one of the truest statements.  When we are in pain, be it physical, emotional, spiritual, or mental, we have a tendency to have a shortened fuse.  We have ears that hear a simple suggestion as a challenge to our integrity.  If we know one another well enough, we may know the response that will cut our friend the deepest.  Depending on our level of pain we may let it fly.  On the other side, loving people who get us, who love like we do, when we are at our best, is hardly any challenge at all.

I love the verses in scripture where Jesus is calling his believers to a higher level of love.  He challenges his audience,

  "If you love those who love you, what reward is there for that?  Even corrupt tax collectors do that much.  If you are kind only to your friends, how are you different from anyone else?  Even pagans do that."

Jesus is asking us to turn this idea of loving only the "lovable" on its head.  He tells us, that hurt people shouldn't hurt people.  Hurt people should love people because they, perhaps more than anyone else, know the pain that can come from feeling unloved.  Jesus is telling us that, if we love only because we have something to gain, maybe a promise that the love we have given will be returned to us, we have not really loved at all.  

It may seem to be a given that Christians would love wherever they are and whomever they are in front of.  Sadly, we know this has not been the case for much of the church's history so maybe it is time we reexamine the question.  When, whom and how do we love?  We love those who love us, we love those who do not love us, we love our friends and church members, we love our enemies, we love when we are loved, we love when we feel unloved, we love when we are experiencing pain and we love when we have experienced the supernatural power of healing.  

The Value of Love 

I think the reason that Bono makes the distinction between the type of love that is experienced on either side of grace is because there is something more valuable about a scandalous love.  I think the reason that Jesus makes the distinction between the love of a friend and the love of an enemy is because, again, there is something more scandalous about that kind of love.  I'd say, that is the love that this world is begging for.  While we are still trying to figure out how to stop being an ass to the person we share a pew with, Jesus is calling us to love the ISIS member.  While we are contemplating whether or not we should forgive our sister or brother for the way that they spoke with us last week, Jesus is calling us to show grace to the man who stole our car. 

Value is contextual.  Water to someone who lives on the bank of a river, may be take for granted, while to someone who lives in the Sahara it may be more precious than gold.  Heat for someone who lives in Alaska, may be a welcome feeling while at the same time, to someone living in Ethiopia it may be the thing someone is crying for relief from.  Love, to a person who has been told that the back stabbing, judgmental, conditional love they experienced through growing up in a church, has no value at all.  Love, to a person who grows up in a society that says they love the movies, love that outfit, love the way that their steak was cooked, love the Ninja Turtles, and love it when they have produce on sale, has experienced a love of diminished value. 

Love demands the fullness of its value.  Well, as much love can demand anything.  I think this is why many churches feel like they are experiencing something lesser than the love of God.  They are just rehearsing the motions of love in a very small context.  There is no challenge to the bound of grace, to the bound of love.  To accept the challenge to love a people who are out of our immediate comfort, our immediate context, is to open oneself to the risk of disappointment, disagreement, rejection and even harm.  But, if that love is returned to us it will unlock a part of our very souls that we didn't know existed.  Saying that we love the latest outfit we purchased doesn't come out the same way.  The world grows larger and more brilliant than we had imagined.  The words of Jesus no longer exists as just a hopeful dream but they take form in a tangible way.  Our heart grows three sizes that day.  The words take on flesh and dwell among us.  

I challenge you, and myself, to stop offering a love that is conditional, manipulative and can easily be returned.  Let love roll around in the mud a bit, let its risk spit on you and reject you.  Let it fight back and come back void.  At the same time, never stop offering a love, who's value is transformational.  Be a stream in dry lands, offer hope to the hopeless, food to the hungry, clothes to the naked, forgiveness to those who have harmed you, and love to those who have yet to experience the scandalous love of Christ.  It will mean leaving this land you have called home, with all of its comforts and charm.  The value of this kind of love you have first been given must travel, in spirit and in flesh.  Travel well.