Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The Road

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The Lanyard

The Lanyard

Billy Collins

The other day I was ricocheting slowly
off the blue walls of this room,
moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.

No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one into the past more suddenly—
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid long thin plastic strips
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.

I had never seen anyone use a lanyard
or wear one, if that’s what you did with them,
but that did not keep me from crossing
strand over strand again and again
until I had made a boxy
red and white lanyard for my mother.

She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard.
She nursed me in many a sick room,
lifted spoons of medicine to my lips,
laid cold face-cloths on my forehead,
and then led me out into the airy light

and taught me to walk and swim,
and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.
Here are thousands of meals, she said,
and here is clothing and a good education.
And here is your lanyard, I replied,
which I made with a little help from a counselor.

Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
strong legs, bones and teeth,
and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,
and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.
And here, I wish to say to her now,
is a smaller gift—not the worn truth

that you can never repay your mother,
but the rueful admission that when she took
the two-tone lanyard from my hand,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless, worthless thing I wove
out of boredom would be enough to make us even.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Theology or Ideology

I found this observation below to be quite helpful. I have wrestled over the years trying to work out a theology (what I believe about God and his interaction with me and creation) that is consistent with how life really works out. I've felt that my theology has always been just one more fix away. If I or the world would just, "x," then we would see our theological constructs play themselves out. It seems to me a theology that does not account for the way things actually are is actually an ideology masquerading as theology.

By ideology I mean a theoretical statement or system of interpretation that functions for its adherents as a full and sufficient credo, a source of personal authority, and an intellectually and psychologically comforting insulation from the frightening and chaotic mish-mash of daily existence. For the ideologue, whether religious or political, it is not necessary to expose oneself constantly to the ongoingness of life; one knows in advance what one is going to find in the world. In fact, the psychic comfort of ideology lies just in its protective capacity, its property as mental and intellectual insulation: one clings to one's system of interpretation as a refuge from the ambiguous, unsettled, and largely undecipherable fluxus of the actual. The ideological personality (and in our time there are many such personalities) is constantly on guard against the intrusion of reality, of the unallowable question, of the data that does not "fit" the system; therefore the repressive and suppressive dimension is never far beneath the surface of the ideological inclination. Jose Miguez Bonino writes of "the ideological misuse of Christianity as a tool of oppression," because he knows that the line between theology and ideology is a very fine one, easily and sometimes unknowingly transgressed.


Douglas John Hall, The Cross in Our Context: Jesus and the Suffering World

Sunday, August 03, 2008

A New Gospel Sighting

I don't think this dad is sitting around waiting for God to make the world right. He's participating with God to make it right. I hope I can become half the dad he is.


We could wait. We could wait for that day when God makes all things right. We can sit around and complain that the world is messed up, that we are messed up, that the church is messed up. We can wait for God to make all things right, when there will be no more death or crying, where the lame will walk, no, where they will win. We could wait for the day the hungry will be fed, the marginal will be given a place at the head of the table, when those with no family will sit around the table of the Lord. We could wait for the world to be right. Or, we can join with God in his work to make all things right, right here right now.

Monday, July 07, 2008

Romanticized War


This picture represents the romanticized image of war.
This story about the soldier in the picture represents the reality.

Friday, June 06, 2008

Monday, June 02, 2008

Testimony

Watching this made me ask myself, "What is my testimony? How has my life been impacted by the Gospel of Jesus Christ?"

Our job is praise...

"Praise is the duty and delight, the ultimate vocation of the human community; indeed of all creation. Yes, all life is aimed toward God and finally exists for the sake of God. Praise articulates and embodies our capacity to yield, submit, and abandon ourselves in trust and gratitude to the One whose we are. Praise is not only a human requirement and a human need, it is also a human delight. We have a resilient hunger to move beyond self, to return our energy and worth to the One from whom it has been granted. In our return to that One, we find our deepest joy. That is what it means to 'glorify God and enjoy God forever.'" Walter Brueggeman, Israel's Praise

Saturday, May 31, 2008

A life in pictures.


What kind of mosaic would our lives produce if they were recorded in daily snapshots?



Thursday, September 13, 2007

Monday, August 06, 2007

The Blessed...

“With so much effort being poured into church growth, so much press being given to the benefits of faith, and so much flexing of religious muscle in the public square, the poor in spirit have no one but Jesus to call them blessed anymore.”

Barbara Brown Taylor’s Leaving Church: A Memoir of Faith

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Center of the Universe...NOT!!!


Tonight our family watched a special on the universe on the History channel. It's hard to believe that if our sun was the dot on the letter i on a piece of paper, then our galaxy would be comparable to the size of North America. Moreover, that galaxy is one of hundreds of billions of galaxies in the universe. Who can even fathom that? We are very small indeed. Yet, we act as though we are the center of the universe. We act as though our recognition and our affirmation are the prime concern of our lives. I can't help but contrast this to the position Jesus took as he came to us. "Though he was in his very essence, God, he did not consider equality with God as something to be held on to, but made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant he humbled himself." Why do I drive over the speed limit, and pull out in front of people, and get mad when people with 11 items enter the 10 items or less lane, and direct conversations toward what I have done, and down play the successes of others, and gossip? It's because I think that I am the center of the universe. Is life, not, trying to become less and less? As John says, "He must increase and I must decrease." It seems to me that growth in Christ finds a person, more and more, giving up privilege for the sake of others.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Resident Aliens

Resident Aliens

“To the chosen exiles of the Dispersion, destined by God...live your lives as strangers here in reverent fear...as aliens and strangers abstain from sinful desires. 1 Peter 1:1, 17, 2:11

Why has God acted in unprecedented ways to save his people? From the Exodus out of Egypt to the triumphant victory in the resurrection of Christ, God has acted on behalf of his people to redeem them and save them from the oppressive powers of this world. Why has God done this? Is God a mere super hero? The Incredibles taught us that it is hard to be a super hero and be a part of the community. Super heroes are supposed to sweep in and fix our problem, then get out until we need them again. God hasn’t just delivered his people as a super hero might sweep in and rescue the damsel in distress and then fly away never to be seen until he is needed again. No, God is creating a people, a community of his very own. He’s forming a community of faith that will follow him, obey him, declare his wonders and praises, a people who will point the world to God, to show the world what God is like, a people who will live out their reason for existing. He’s creating a community of people who he can point to and say, “now that’s what humanity should look like.”

God is creating the church to be his contrast community. Jesus didn’t come as a super hero… "He is God-man, able to walk on water, turn water into wine, make blind people see with mud he makes from his own spit, able to rescue us from our sins and transport us safely to the other side." Jesus is not some mere super-hero, he is our savior, he is the author of our faith, he is the reason we go to church and join together as a community. God, through Christ, is now creating a community of people who will announce what God has done and is doing by drawing all people to himself. Peter writes to such a community. Peter calls his community “aliens and strangers” in this world. Meaning, our lives should point to something different. The world is watching, and wondering what God is up to. This people that claim to be his people, what makes them so different? Is there a noticeable difference in how we treat each other, how we treat the weak, how we treat the earth, how we treat those outside our community?

God has always been creating a people for himself, setting them apart from the world given to them on a daily basis. These “resident aliens,” as Hauerwas and Willimon call us, are to live as exemplary aliens in a land that does not welcome them. Yet, they are to live in such a way that they are different, but not in conflict with the dominant culture. They are to return good for evil, blessing for slander, hope when there is no hope. This is the community Peter is writing to, a community that is finding itself more and more on the margins. There isn’t organized persecution at this point, but the marginalization has begun.

For the past 1600 years our world could be drawn like this: Christianity at the center. From the time of Constantine, Christianity has been at the center of our existence. However, this privilege Christianity has had in Western culture is dying. Christianity is being pushed to the margins. It doesn’t die easy, however. Even today we struggle with how much we should be involved with politics. Countless para-church organizations are lobbying the government to legislate the Christian ethic on all of us. Some of it is good and holy and right. Some of it is a Christian power-grab. My question, though, is this: Where is Christianity meant to exist? Is Christianity to exist in the center of society? Is it where we should be moving? If we are in the center, is it where we should dig in our heals and stay? I believe Christianity functions best on the margins.

This is where Peter finds his communities of faith, sitting on the margins. It is here that Christianity stands or falls. When Christianity is in power, it exists out of privilege. But, when it is marginalized, it exists out of its radical claims of Jesus Christ, and his call for the church to live as aliens and strangers in the land. It is when Christians embrace their marginal status, live faithful lives as disciples of Jesus, that the world sees them and “glorifies God in heaven.”

Friday, June 29, 2007

Human Capacities...

Is this not how we approach human nature and aspirational church teaching? We constantly tell people how horrible, rotten, depraved, and venomous humanity is and then say, "But, get out there and serve God and do some good." One rule of theological anthropology is: If you have a low view of humanity, then don't get upset when it lets you down. It's only doing what its nature demands. I'm convinced, however, that cynics are merely ticked off optimists. They have this view of the world and reality keeps drawing it down. That’s why they’re mad.

I, for one, am still under the impression that good is possible. Peter says that through the promises of God we might "participate in the divine nature (II Peter 1:4)." Paul says that God's eternal plan and purpose is that we become "conformed to the likeness of his son (Romans 8:29)." To live out our true humanity is to be drawn into the life of God. Jesus is human. He showed us what it is to live as a human. We live below our humanity. Yet, even though we are old broken down clay pots, God may actually make something beautiful out of our lives after all.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Some Thoughts on Church...

Here are some ideas that have been rolling around in my head lately:

Whatever we believe the Good News is, will be how we enact church. What this means is, the image of salvation that is at the core of our Christianity (forgiveness of sins, new creation, victory over sin, victory over oppressive powers) will directly influence our initiatives at church. We will interpret our role as a church in direct relation to how we believe God saves us in Jesus Christ. If we believe Jesus negotiates the legal transaction between God and us and the only requirement is to believe that, then we will spend our time trying to convince people to believe it. If we believe Jesus delivers us from the power of sin, then we will seek to deliver those bound by sin. If we believe Jesus offers us a new creation, then we will seek to initiate spiritual formation activities. If we believe Jesus overcomes the oppressive powers of this age, then we will seek those who are marginal and oppressed. Therefore, a healthy view of the church starts with a healthy view of salvation.

I believe the spirit of God lives among the people of God. Therefore, I also believe God’s preferred future for any particular church lives in the imagination of the people of God. Leadership, then, must create processes for that imagination to give birth to values and ministries. Moreover, the leadership must find ways of empowering and equipping the people of God to live into God’s future. There must be a balance between strategic planning on the leadership’s part and freedom for members to step out and engage in missional activities on their own. I also believe God is at work in the communities where we live, so leadership must also find ways of tapping into the imagination of the community.

Rather than trying to discover what kind of church our community would go to, we should try to discern what God is up to in our communities and join him in that. North American Christianity has turned consumeristic in many respects. The church will often see itself as mere vendors of religious goods and services. In an attempt at church growth the church will initiate programs they feel will attract outsiders. This views the guest as a mere consumer. I believe a more theologically sound approach is to engage our communities in missional activities and invite them to participate in the mission of God. Instead of asking our neighbors "What kind of church would you go to?" We could ask them "What would be evidence that God is working in this neighborhood?" This changes our orientation from “church builders for God” to “fellow travelers with God.” Rather than merely receiving what we have to offer, the community participates in what God is doing in this world. I am convinced this will go farther in forming disciples of Jesus, than trying to woo our community with the best programs. This doesn’t mean we don’t have programs, of course we do. But, we initiate programs because we believe it is what God is doing in our community, not because we believe it will attract the biggest crowds.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

A Life Spent...

Below is part of a sermon I preached yesterday at a funeral for a dearly loved sister of our church. She was 83 years old and was part of five living generations.

When the family was sitting around trying to think of characteristics of Faye, the same theme kept coming up. Faye loved her family, especially all those grandkids. She worked hard and loved her church. That was her life, her vocation as a humble beautician, her church community and her role as a mother and grandmother. That’s what she did. That’s who she was. That is the difference she made in this world. And, that really touched me. Because, so often we want to point out the spectacular. We all want to do great things. We want to get to the end of our lives and have people stand here and be able to say what great things we've done. To get to the end and be able to point to spectacular ways we changed the world. And, we pursue after these things.

Image I like to use is our lives are like having a $1000 bill. We can hold that treasure as a thousand dollar bill. But, how often are we going to use a thousand dollar bill? We would like to spend that $1000 bill (which is our life) on something spectacular. But, for most of us, we don’t have many opportunities for that. We certainly don’t want to get to the end of our lives and look back and realize we didn’t spend our lives on anything because we were waiting for the big event, the grand accomplishment. No, days and weeks and years will go by before we have a chance to use it. People looking for our treasure will pass by and never know we have it. But if we go and cash that in for quarters. We can use quarters on a daily basis. 50 cents here, a kind word there. 75 cents here and prayer for a neighbor there. 43 cents here and a welcoming hand to a stranger there. $1.82 here and a meal to the family down the street there. $1.25 here and a swift kick in the pants to a grandson there, and without even realizing it we get to the end of our lives, and we find we’ve spent them for the sake of others and have accomplished something great after all.

That’s what I heard from the family. Faye, giving herself in small ways over a lifetime, (which turn out to be not so small ways)…until we come to today. And we look back, and see Faye spent her $1000, not in one lump sum, but in a thousand smaller sums as she served others, encouraged those she encountered, corrected those she was closest to. We don’t come today to remember some grand accomplishments, but a life of giving herself a little here a little there until a life is spent.

Monday, May 21, 2007

The Story Goes On...

OK. I’m a horrible blogger. There are so many times I have intended to blog. For those who check this site every once in a while, I’ll try to do better. At least I’ll post some snippets from my sermons. Here is a piece of my sermon from yesterday. It was the last sermon in my series “You will be my Witnesses,” a series in Acts.

For two whole years Paul stayed there in his own rented house and welcomed all who came to see him. Boldly and without hindrance he preached the kingdom of God and taught about the Lord Jesus Christ. Acts 28:30-31

The clock flips to 6:30 AM. It is another day, and yet, it isn’t because Phil, a weather man sent to cover the story of whether Punxsutawney Phil would see his shadow, is stuck on Groundhog day. So every day he wakes up to a new day, that is really the same day playing out the same story. He finds himself weaving in and out of the same story, day after day, year after year. As the story goes on he finds himself more and more connected to the narrative that is playing out before him. Earlier, he is cold and disinterested, removed, then he begins to enter the story, making friends, saving the boy who falls out of the tree, helping people, becoming part of the community. He found himself growing into the story. I think this is the story of the church. We have been born of the Gospel of Christ and we are trying to live into that story, weaving in and out of the Gospel until we are completely consumed by it. Acts ends with a comma because the story goes on. God continues to tell the story of how his son Jesus Christ is the hope of the world. The church is the continuation of that story. We are Acts 29. With the Holy Spirit continuing to move among us we, like the church in Acts, are trying to discern how the Gospel story will play out in our time and place.

The church in Acts wondered "Lord, will you at this time restore the kingdom to Israel?" (1:6). They wondered when the story would end and all the promises be fulfilled. Luke gives no answer except, “the story continues.” No need to stand staring into the heavens (1:11) there is work to be done, the story goes on. The invitation in 1:8 “You will be my witnesses….” is still open for contemporary witnesses to proclaim the gospel "unhindered" (28:31).

We are not there yet. We are not yet who God wants us to be. We are on a journey into the future. But, there is anticipation, expectancy, a sense among us that we are going somewhere. And that somewhere is not a program, not an accomplishment, not an attendance number, not a building, not a goal, but is a more faithfully lived life in the story of the Gospel. That somewhere is the formation of a people for God’s own possession. God is using us, these vulnerable, fragile, clay jars, to show the world what he intends for it. We are called to be God’s people. That means something. It means that we, the church are the preview of what God hopes to do in and with the world through the story of Jesus Christ who lived for our sanctification, was crucified for our sins, raised for our justification, and ascended to give us hope of eternal life.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

One in Christ


This past Sunday we had our third combined worship service with the N. 10th and Treadaway congregation. Treadaway is a predominately Black congregation and Minter Lane is a predominately White congregation. The service was, as were the previous two, led by members from each congregation. This time, however, Edward Robinson, the preacher for N. 10th and Treadaway, and I preached together from Philippians 2. I preached for 10 minutes, then he preached for 10 minutes, then I preached for 10 minutes, then he preached for 10 minutes. Afterward the service the two churches had a meal together. This continues to be a highlight for our church. A local news station did a brief story on it. Someone commented, "It will be great when something like this is not a news story."

At some point we have got to stop merely talking about racial reconciliation, and stop merely having conferences on it, and actually do it. I must say I am concerned that the church is not leading the way in this area. I hope future generations can show us what the Gospel does to create the new community of God. Below is two brief pieces from my part of the sermon:

The moment the cool air of the delivery room engulfs the newborn baby’s body for the first time the world, or at least those in the room, are informed that this arrangement is not going to work. With the blood-curdling cry that only a newborn can muster we are told, “This is not what I want. I did not choose this.” And, even though some warm milk and a heat lamp and a warm blanket calms matters somewhat, the shock of the first sponge bath and the first wet diaper and the first hunger pains generates yet again the complaint, “This is not what I want. I did not choose to come into this world cold, hungry, and naked before God and everybody. So, fix it.” And, so begins the human journey. It isn’t long before the toddlers begin to jockey for position and attention. Siblings demand privileges equal to or greater than the other. Adolescents clamor for the clothes they want, and to watch the movies they want and to do the things they want to do. Teenagers can do anything adults can do, they are self-sufficient—all they need is the parent’s money. Just give me the money and I can take care of myself. Adults seek the highest paying jobs, the most powerful positions, and the brightest futures and are willing to go to considerable trouble to achieve these ends. Often, Churches and Christian organizations make decisions based on what is best for the advancement or even the maintenance of the institution rather than the advancement of the kingdom of God. So, from birth, what begins as a survival instinct quickly turns to self-centeredness. And self interest. And self-advancement.

We conclude…It’s hard to be church. It’s hard to become “The New Community of God.” The Minter Lane Church of Christ and the N 10th and Treadaway Church of Christ are communities of people from various backgrounds, some related by blood and marriage, but mostly not, a potpourri of young, middle age, old, black, brown, white, various histories, a new community of God that he began. But, you know, it’s hard to be the new community God. Yes, we know this is our calling. We know this is what is required of us. But the powers at work in our hearts and minds and the powers at work in this world call for something else. Philippians calls us to be a different kind of community. “The New Community of God.” A community of friendship. A new community of friends trying to resocialize into the community of God sharing in the gospel, being of one mind and spirit, sharing in each other’s sufferings, looking not to our own interests, but the interests of others. Our call is to have the mind of Christ who gave up privilege for the sake of others.

If we will follow Christ’s example then this community, the new community of God, will shine like stars in the universe. The darkness of the humble cross and the life modeled by it will bring forth the light of the world. It is the emptying of self that shines like stars in the universe. When we can shine like this, when we can prove the sociologists wrong who say, “this meeting together of two different church cultures will never work,” when we can prove the church growth experts wrong who say we’ve got to be “homogeneous” churches who are “like in kind” to be “successful churches,” when we prove this wrong, then we will shine like stars in the universe. When we can live out in the flesh and blood what we say we value and believe, that is, there is neither Jew not Greek, Slave nor Free, Male nor Female, Black nor White nor Hispanic, when we start living what we talk about and have conferences about then we will shine like stars in the universe, then we are lights of the world, and a light of what God is doing in the world to bring reconciliation to all people.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

JB Greeting Card


A few weeks ago I preached on John the Baptist. This is appropriate since he is the forerunner of Christ and the one who calls us to prepare for Christ's coming, a theme that fills Christmas time. I challenged our rush to get to Christmas by saying we need to put off Christmas until we are prepared for it. I said that though John the Baptist is certainly part of the Christmas story, I doubt any of us would be receiving a John the Baptist greeting card this year. I suggested that we begin a new tradition. Every year on the first week of December we should send out John the Baptist greeting cards, complete with axes at the root of trees and invitations to repent and prepare for Christ's coming. Well, some fine sisters decided to take me up on the offer. Here is the first ever John the Baptist greeting card. I especially like the fact that the tree in the fire is a Christmas tree. Last week I preached on Herod and have already received a Herod greeting card, with rumors of others on the way.