A Dozen Reasons for Doing Nothing

April 12th, 2012

Can we imagine?  Can we dream?  Can we hope?

From Isaiah 1, verse 6 -

From the sole of your foot to the top of your head
there is no soundness—
only wounds and welts
and open sores,
not cleansed or bandaged
or soothed with oil.
-
Hardly the stuff of dreams!  But maybe an important starting point, a place where we can acknowledge faith abandoned and charity wiped out. I am struck but how do we get down to the core “wound” or “numbness” so prevalent in our culture.  That is hardly a fun task but something just pulls there, a gentle whisper that we must look. And  that numbness is visible frankly not just among hedonistic outliers but firmly ensconced in formal religious establishments as well.  I am just plain bored of debates around worship tastes that for many are now the height of religious discourse.  To even think that God somehow cares – “your sacrifices, what are they to Me?” – evidences a numbness that is disheartening.   To me those interrogations are about faith abandoned, faith wiped out even though they occur under the umbrella  of highly informed religious discussion.  No wonder God’s reaction to ceremonial faith vs. lived faith is that it is a “burden to Me”!  (Isaiah 1:14)   I get it God.
-
Too often revelation gets employed as not a call to action but as “A Dozen Reasons to Do Nothing.”   Look, the world is a mess.  And that statement comes from someone who is pathologically optimistic.  That does not mean we all must ‘repent for the end is near.’  It does mean it is time to start to more stridently challenge numbness, regardless if it appears in religious circles or outside of them.   And we of fact only issue that strident challenge by what we do -not by what we say or debate.  And I firmly believe the Christian tradition offers a miracle – an authentic and viable, lived alternative – hope in the face of mess.  But if institutional Christianity itself is contributing to the numbness?   Uh oh ….
-

Starting to hit back at the numbness

April 11th, 2012

Over the next month, I want to look squarely at numbness, a key theme in our upcoming series “Prophetic Imagination.”  This morning I read of Bobby Petrino’s firing.  Petrino was the head football coach of Arkansas, a position that made him the highest paid employee in the state, bringing in over $3,000,000.00  a year.

What caused the firing?  A motorcycle accident.  Petrino crashed his motorcycle.  What he initially hid was that he was traveling with a passenger at the time, his 25 year old mistress whom the 51 years old coach had placed on the Arkansas payroll.  It also came to light he had recently “gifted” her $20,000.00.  The athletic director director, in the press conference announcing the firing, noted, “Coach Petrino engaged in a pattern of misleading and manipulative behavior designed to deceive me and members of the athletic staff, both before and after the motorcycle accident.”

There are numerous layers of numbness here.  There is a numbness obviously on the part of Petrino.  There likewise is a numbness in a culture that willingly supports multi-million dollar contracts for college coaches and in turn deifies them in their success.  Of course one could say that the investment returns handsomely for institutions.  And it certainly does – if a team has a winning record (the majority of Division I football programs loose money).  And important to note, that those dollars generated by a winning program do not by in large support students but support the overall athletic program.

The above is not to disparage athletics.  I LOVE sports.  I played on and captained both football and lacrosse teams in my youth as well as coached football, lacrosse, and swimming during my tenure as a teacher.  Those years were not without success.  I know athletics teach lessons but I know we overstate the lessons they teach.

I never have been able to sit with the concept that “Sports teach life.”  If that was the case those who mastered athletics would master life.  That is not the case.  Look at Petrino or Warren Sapp.  Their inability to master life appears just the same as any “Joe Bag-Of-Donuts.”     I don’t delight in their downfall.  My hope is what we see in their mistakes might just offer a slight nudge that whispers, “Isn’t this crazy?”

 

Thinking of my buddy Matt Kuhl

April 9th, 2012

Today with the tragedy unfolding around two Philadelphia firefighters who lost their lives in an early morning blaze, my dear friend Matt is on my mind. Several years ago Matt was diagnosed with liver cancer, a disease which claimed his life, leaving behind an incredible wife and 5 amazing children. Often in the intervening years when events happen that call my attention to the preciousness of life, my thoughts go to Matt.

I want the world to be different.  I want to be awake to it all.   I want “church” to be part of that as something positive, as a collecting point of sorts for those who feel driven to engage the world, mess and all.

Matt engaged life in a big way.  One story …. it deals with oil changes.  Matt found a local car wash that threw in the car wash for free if you had your oil changed there.  So Matt signed on.  After Matt’s funeral, two of the men who worked at the oil changing “station” shared how Matt would always bring them McDonald’s meals when he stopped by to have his oil changed.  Now knowing Matt, I wonder if the whole point for him was buying the guys the meal- the need for an oil change just being an excuse to do it.   Regardless – this story for me encapsulates Matt and his big hearted embrace of life.

And so with him in my mind we enter this weekend, a weekend of supporting “The Breathing Room Foundation”, a local non-profit supporting families with cancer.  I don’t want to use his memory as some rather limp attempt to get people to come to the events.  What I do want to do though is to say strongly that reaching out does matter.  That supporting groups that help families with cancer does matter.  I witnessed first hand what community support can do and continues to do in holding the Kuhl family.

I think “church” needs to take its rightful place.  It is too easy and sterile to seclude churches as silo-ed worship centers myopically focused on sculpted Sunday liturgy.  We are called to more.  We cannot serve families with cancer as effectively as groups like “The Breathing Room Foundation” but we can support the work of those organizations with our time, talent and treasure.

I bought 10 tickets to the Friday night benefit concert.  I am giving them out to some of the folks I know are struggling with cancer.  You could do the same.   You could also join us in serving those families through help with Spring Cleaning on Saturday morning.  And you could come to NewChurch LIVE on Sunday to hear Tyesha Love, a breast cancer survivor, speak about what courage really is.   You could do all those things and in the process maybe we then can reclaim a mission of being part of the healing of the brokenness of life.   This is about people, about that healing, about opportunity.  Join us.  TICKETS

 

Breathing Room Foundation

Tyesha Love


Somebody, Nobody, Everybody

April 7th, 2012

Sitting on the eve of Easter Sunday, thinking about tomorrow’s service, words I heard years ago seem to capture the arc of this holiday – our spiritual journey summarized as a journey from “Somebody, to Nobody, to Everybody.”

Palm Sunday places us as “Somebody.”  It is the time of Christ triumphant, faith celebrated, all roads wide and marked by endearing crowds.  It is faith but it is immature faith, a faith more about acclaim, nostaligic sweetness, rigid individualism stoked by ego and forms of apparent power. North Carolina State basketball coach Jimmy Valvano spoke shortly after his diagnosis with terminal cancer  of college basketball with the words, “Athletics are everything and they are nothing.”  This is a time when we really do think the plastic “trophy”with the chincy golden athlete on the wood veneer pedestal actually carries instrinsic value – “Athletics are everything.”  We should not begrudge our kids trophies, that time of acclaim, but there will be a time for a necessary shift.

The shift is into “nothing.”  The acclaim disappears.  The cheering crowd is experienced more either as a jeering mob or more commonly as simply nothing.  Welcome the Crucifixion – Good Friday and Saturday.  This is a time of intense loneliness and doubt. “I am not all that.  I am not all that.”  Left unsure of the “rightness” of much or our lives, we grope for handholds at times, and at other times simply quit, simply give into the cynicism and despair of the “hollow men” as T.S. Elliot phrased it, our “voices quiet and dead.”

But as the “Somebody” becomes “Nobody” we are actually in the process of being unknowingly reborn!  That birth is a wider connection, a resurrection into “Everybody.”  Given time, we fall into a place where more and more we witness the ties that bind, the abiding humanity connecting us all.  Life then “moves” – a dynamic, poetic force, flowing in and through and around our lives.  No longer a strand of isolated events and “highlights” to be placed on a burnished resume, life just simply “is.”  Those placed in front of us simply “are.”

And from there, what evidences life?  In one of the Gospel accounts of the resurrection the women see Jesus following His Crucifixion, walking among them again on Easter Sunday.  He shares with them a simple first word – “Rejoice.”   But as is often the case, we have lost something in translation.  ”Rejoice” can be defined “Thrive.”  ’To Thrive” is God’s point, the whole reason for our journey from Somebody, to Nobody, to Everybody.  It was His journey undertaken in Christ’s Life.  It is ours as well.  So the wish for Easter?  Thrive.  Life abundant.  Life renewed.

Would We Crucify Him Again?

April 6th, 2012

An uncomfortable question, one very real, very present on Good Friday.  Growing up, Easter was far, far removed from Good Friday, the day of Christ’s Crucifixion.  The Easter season was simply about Sunday – white chocolate and flowers.  Anne Lamott’s words then resonate deeply.

“We are Easter people living in a Good Friday world. And I think that every year the world seems more of a Good Friday world. And it’s excruciating, whether it’s Japan (and the tsunami), or Libya, or whether its your own best friends and their children who are sick, which is something that makes no sense when you think about a loving God. But it’s a time when we get to remember that all the stuff that we think makes us of such value, all the time we spend burnishing our surfaces, is really not what God sees. God loves us absolutely unconditionally, as is. It’s a come as you are party.”

So what I would urge us to do is sit with Good Friday.  Sit with the pain, the disappointment, the death.  Read yourself into the story as one of the disciples.  What part of you would have stayed to keep vigil at His death?  What part of you would have run for the hills, fearing for your own life, understandably certain all was lost?  What part of you would be complicit in this crime?

None of those questions are easy or pretty.  Would we crucify Him again?   Can I even wrestle with that question this season?  See I know Good Friday doesn’t “sell” for me or for many others.  And yet our world is a “Good Friday” world, a groaning world in which much is shifting, changing, and yes even dying. I don’t think I would in any way knowingly and actively participate in the figurative crucifixion.  But I am clear that Christ’s crucifixion in our times is not an execution at the hands of foreign occupiers and religious zealots but it is an execution at the hands of a satiated people well practiced at indifference.

And we have to wrestle most pointedly with that very indifference.  See if we let it in, really let in the Story of His life, a life including Good Friday, indifference is no longer an option. And that awakening from well-guarded indifference entails a death of sorts – death of comfort, safety, cherished illusions of what we believe to be life.

So maybe for today our prayer can be one of deep contrition, and yes, even sorrow.  Sadness for the sleep and indifference that would actually crucify Him again.

 

 

Oars in the Water ….

April 5th, 2012

Oars in the water, please.

In working through the Easter story, we witness Christ consistently out to upset all our illusions of what faith is, what religion is.  What we are left with is a necessary excavation from which we can really start to imagine new starting points.

And yet that is the very reason why it is hard to allow ourselves to be read into the story.  I think a lot these days about the future of formal religion. What I know is that the future will be far different than we can imagine and yet it appears increasingly hard in church bodies to acknowledge that changes are irrevocably upon us that will in turn necessitate – gulp – a giving up of some of some of our cherished illusions about what faith is, what religion is.  So what we resort to, in true human fashion is “blame.”  The image is comical but accurate – Oars are for hitting one another, not rowing.  There are wider changes that are occurring REGARDLESS of the politics of any denomination.  A storm is a storm, is a storm.   Hitting someone with an oar does little to altar the meteorological conditions or bring the ship closer to shore.

I think in God’s grace the function of times like this is to press us down into the humble space where we can again discover the truer messages of faith.  With the painful downsizing we went through at NewChurch LIVE, I found that to be true to me, discovering through that storm a way to hear in a way I could not before (and a way I still might not be that good at!)  To place this into the context of the Easter Story, it is much like Peter, one of the 12 disciples, grudgingly allowing Christ to wash his feet.  From Fr. Richard Rohr ….

Peter symbolizes all of us as he protests, “You will never wash my feet!” (John 13:8). But Jesus answers, “If I do not wash you, you can have nothing in common with me.” That is strong! We all find it hard to receive undeserved love from another. For some reason it is very humiliating to the ego. We all want to think we have earned any love that we get by our worthiness or attractiveness. So Jesus has to insist on being the servant lover. Thank God, Peter surrenders, but it probably takes him the rest of his life to understand. 

Oars in the water, please.   I think that is the simple call.

Getting Ready for …..

April 4th, 2012

Started working on this year’s Easter service.  We will be focusing on the Road to Emmaus.  What a beautiful story!  I won’t ruin it by outlining the plot but at its core it is about “Success” and “Failure” – our view vs. God’s.

God’s call appears to go well beyond what we can imagine it to be.  Our story about faith hems us in – both in good ways and bad.  And much of the Easter story is about those illusions being destroyed – the illusions of the disciples, to the skittish Roman Occupiers, to the sanctimonious Pharisees.   Is God an earthy King, concerned with GDP and American Exceptionalism?  Is He here to set people against one another in a class war?  Does He spend His time parsing out the legitimacy of particular forms of worship?   Actually God is far more free than any of those.

“Success” and “Failure” are often our own private and misguided way of framing our world.  Maybe Easter leaves us with the simple acknowledgement that even that illusion of an all too readily cleaved world, broken simply between “success” and “failure,” must die, our call being to “participate in the qualities of love and faith.”  God is THAT free – able to choose both “Success” and “Failure.”

Why Rejoin “Church?”

April 3rd, 2012

Strange question, because in a sense I never left, I never let go of denominational affiliation or festival services.  But in a sense I was “gone”, church having moved from a heart song to an obligation.  Since, I rejoined it all, in ways that are surprising for me at times, the question is why?

Why? Probably for many of the same reasons that others reading this blog have rejoined or re-engaged or who are reading it wanting to rejoin/ re-engage.

#1: It stopped being about attending a church service and it starting being about joining a movement

There is a wider movement – something I could repeat to myself 20 times a day.  Churches tend to make a “religion” an increasingly small experience, one focused on looking in.  But it is really about a movement, period.  Therefore “belonging” takes it rightful place at the head of the table, displacing “belief” as the key differentiator of acceptance.  That mission of belonging – ah – boy I know that mission when I hear it.  At a recent wedding I was talking to a couple who spoke movingly of their passion around the revitalization of Christianity and that this had to be bigger than any one church.  That is it!  I read in the words of Emanuel Swedenborg as well as other spiritual thinkers this very same disruptive and blessed call.

#2: But I thought the church was all about casseroles

For most churches the issues are pedestrian.  For the New Church the burning issues of budget and “Who will the next bishop be?” are foremost within denominational circles.  It is not that those questions and concerns are without merit.  But they are not THE questions of a church.  However, they are the questions that generate the most heated discussions.  I know this controversial to say but even questions around the ordination of women, divorce, and homosexuality are not THE questions of church either.  Again, critically important, but not THE questions.   If they were, Jesus would have spent chapters giving us answers.  But He did not.  Instead He consistently calls us to love, compassion, hope, service.  That is where the questions lie.   I believe firmly that if we get clear on “first things first” – asking the right questions – the answers to the above issues will become clear.  However, if we get mired in the small stuff and confuse it with the “work of church” we make church petty, childish, and frankly a playground for our vanities and agendas, not God’s work.  Viewing issues like the ordination of women through love, compassion, hope, service creates a rich and textured conversation that will yield answers.

#3: We are all searching for meaning

Everyone wants to live a life of meaning and purpose.  Some will be concerned with the afterlife – heaven and hell.  Others won’t.  Some will be concerned with the exact definition of God.  Other’s won’t.  And yet within all that lies a deep human desire to find meaning and purpose.  A church can share that and let go of much else, leaving others in the freedom so precious to God.

#4: Christ, even if you think of Him as just a human being, is incredibly cool!

I really like Christ.  I find Him very funny.  I find Him wise.  I find Him insightful.  For me He is the Divine Human – God incarnate.  I have dear friends who see Him differently – not as God but as an incredible human being.  Even from that position – in simply living His life as an exampled pattern of life lived to the highest standards of humanity – lies transformation not just for the individual but for society.  If one sees in Him a model- Divine or otherwise – and lives according, I suspect we all can find a way forward in the world!

So to close, we can find in church new definitions of what church even means.  We can likewise find our voice as well as a deep sense of purpose and community.  Maybe this Easter, just give it a try.  Don’t reject church out of hand because maybe what you are rejecting is a was and maybe you are supposed to play a role in what will be.

 

The Hunger Games

April 2nd, 2012

Last night I took my college age daughter to the movies.  We watched “The Hunger Games.”

As a history teacher, the movie is frankly disturbing. In watching, the connection with the darker corners of human history was readily apparent – from the Coliseum, gladiators and chariots of the Roman empire, to the sadistic extermination programs of the Nazis , it was all there, recaptured again in a movie.  One could watch “Gladitor” or “Shindler’s List” and come away with much the same mixed portrait of humanity.   They bring us to the very edge of what is “human”, what is “humane.”  It would be much neater if that picture could be held at arm’s length as “fiction” but history is replete with evidence that the underlying “heart of darkness,” as Joseph Conrad famously phrased it, is not merely fictional but a dark and present threat to humanity.

“Civilization” and “humanity” are different beasts.  We often mistakenly believe the more civilized we are the less prone we are to acts of wanton violence.  ”Civilization” brought forward without the foundational underpinnings of “humanity” is a dead end.

And that is where our part comes in.  Imagining how the trilogy of “The Hunger Games” will end is not hard.  The Empire will be overthrown. Humanity will triumph.  But that is never, in real life, a forgone conclusion.  We are all responsible for exercising humanity.  Watching a movie, being moved by a movie, is far different from God’s call to be a light in the world.  The self-sacrificing love upon which no doubt the heroine will win the day is a very real love – the most common call in the New Testament to agape love – a love of self sacrificing good will.  And our job is to exercise, to use it, to put that love in play so to speak.  Love in action is what remains.

I close with this line from the movie.  A corrupt leader, deeply invested in the blood sport of “The Hunger Games,” comments how a little hope keeps people in line.  But a great hope?  That is dangerous.  That is the stuff of revolutions.  With Easter upon us, it should be a time of great hope, a great hope exercised in the impassioned practice of humanity.

 

What did Bach write on the bottom of all 10,000 plus pages of music he composed?

March 28th, 2012

Bach wrote simply – S.D.G. – “To God alone the glory.”

Pastor Greg Boyd, called the glory of God God’s shininess.  I love that definition – “glory” as “shininess.”  The “shininess” is the brightness of an encompassing love, a light in which we live.  Living in that light is not living in the spotlight so to speak – center stage, all eyes on us, as we “perform” to the wild acclaim of those gathered.  It is a brighter light and more defuse light than that, a light that allows us to see everyone, to really see.  The only way into that light is humility.  The only way into that humility is repeated failure and repeated success as we graph what accountability looks and feels like.

 

I know this sounds odd, but what pushed me to write on this particular topic was a recent article on gas prices.  The gist of that article focused on a recent survey that stated “Sixty-eight percent (Of Americans) disapprove and 24 percent approve of how Obama is responding to price increases that have become one of the biggest issues in the 2012 presidential campaign.”

NewChurch LIVE is NOT a political church.  We will never weigh in formally on a Presidential campaign in terms of an “approved” candidate.  What struck me however was what this headline says about our culture, not our candidates.  Our culture often appears, despite the rhetoric, unable to often grasp much in the way of accountability.  Even higher gas prices become part of a conspiracy.  I often wonder, is this penchant for conspiracy theory from a lack of humility?

Those who struggle with humility tend to take all the credit at the top, and none of the blame of the bottom.   That creates rather tempestuous souls, prone to wild swings of euphoria and despair.  Add in a political environment and a media often more interested in following those swings than leading, and the result is frankly toxic.   How do we create a new consciousness, a new perspective?

Bach is a good starting point.  We all have “music” – giftedness from God which we alone can offer.  But in that offering, we must remain clear – the gift is part of God’s “shininess” – a gift!  And as for taking some control of Gas Prices ….