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Showing posts with label hope. Show all posts
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Friday, November 21, 2014

Staying Human


Faith is trusting the divine presence to be in every moment, in every tomorrow
Faith is having the courage to walk into the unknown, to confront whatever life brings one’s way
Without having our humanity destroyed in the process.
                                                                John Shelby Sprong

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faith is the belief
in the crazy generosity and love of God

faith keeps us moving
searching
questing

when everything hurts
and pain seems unending and uncontrollable

faith keeps striving to do good
when we feel like nothing we do works

faith keeps us smiling when our heads are
bald from cancer treatments (This one is for Steve Hayner)

it is not the absence of doubt
as Buechner says,
“doubt is the ants in the pants of faith”

but faith knows that when we go deep
to the core
to the center of who we are as children of the Sacred

what we find is an amazing love
which casts out fear

and in the context of that love
we find ourselves as the carriers of the Sacred
and as carriers of the Sacred
we become people
who love
and care
and give

people whose
fundamental humanity remains alive
in an inhuman world

Sunday, March 13, 2011

The Beautiful Wretched

What is a Christian? Is a Christian a person who has got their stuff together?
Are they one who has things figured out?  In Romans 7 Paul makes it pretty clear that a Christian doesn’t have it all together.

“14 We know that the law is spiritual; but I am unspiritual, sold as a slave to sin. 15 I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do… 24 What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? 25 Thanks be to God — through Jesus Christ our Lord!”

Does that sound like Paul had it all together?  No.  It is an odd thing about the gospel.  It gives us two messages at the same time.   Always two messages.  One message?  We are wretched!  The other message?  We are wonderful and beautiful.

I like the way one writer put it.  “The gospel is good news for sick people and is disturbing for those who think they’ve got it all together.  Some of us have been told our whole lives that we are wretched, but the gospel reminds us that we are beautiful.  Others of us have been told our whole lives that we are beautiful, but he gospel reminds us that we are also wretched.   THE CHURCH IS A PLACE WHERE WE CAN STAND UP AND SAY WE ARE WRETCHED, AND EVERYONE WILL NOD AND AGREE AND REMIND US THAT WE ARE ALSO BEAUTIFUL.”

What a paradox! 
This is part of why faith is so interesting, so challenging.  Wretched, beautiful.  Beautiful, wretched. 

We are constantly fighting this dichotomy   Constantly.  We are good.  We are not so good.  We are the empowered people of God.  We are powerless over so many things that make us wretched.  It is the way it is.  And because it is the way it is, we have to join Paul in his lament  “wretched person that I am”
And we have to join Paul in his celebration  “Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God — through Jesus Christ our Lord!”

This is not something we do well in the church.  We don’t know what to do with weakness.  With failure.  With the dark side of our souls.  And so our tendency is do one of two things.  We either try to deny that this dark side even exists, or we allow it to define us, we allow it to control us, we let it beat us up!

What happens when we can’t accept, so to speak, this side of ourselves?  What happens is that we have to pretend and hide.  We sit in the pews and pray.  Pray that no one sees as we really are!  Pray that no one really can see the ooze and slime and old decay at the center of our being.  We sit, oh so carefully.  And we talk, oh so carefully.  And we act, oh so carefully.  And somewhere in the process we get lost.  We become unreal… We hope we are fooling people.  Perhaps we are fooling each other.  But we aren’t fooling the world around us.  This is why people so frequently look at Christians and call them hypocrites. 

Paul points us to another way.  He says we need to build our community around a common sense of wretchedness.  But a common sense of wretchedness that is framed by a common sense of how much we are loved and valued by God.  Make no mistake about it, they both have to be there!

I’ve met a lot of Christians who say “If people knew about all of my struggles and weaknesses they would never want to be a Christian.  I think the opposite is true.  If people really knew what idiots we are, in all our brokenness and vulnerability, they would know that this thing called Christianity is for them too.  Remember Jesus’ words?  It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.  I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners” (Matt. 9:12-13).

Would being real hurt the church?  I suspect it would not.  I think the world would be willing to listen to a church on its knees, a church that doesn’t pretend to be perfect or to have all the answers.  When we are always trying to be perfect,  be strong, when we are constantly fighting for respect, we are isolated, perhaps alone.  It is lonely because people can’t be real with masks.  They can’t love a façade.

The church should not be a place full of lonely people.  t should be a place where very real people sit next to very real people.  And we can dare to be that way!  Why?  Remember Paul’s words?  Who will rescue me from this body of death?  Thanks be to God — through Jesus Christ our Lord!

We can dare to be real, because of Christ, who rescues us from ourselves.  Who sets us free to be who we are!  Who we are, with all our imperfections.  Who sets us free to be seen…. And – to see!
We are back again to grace.  There is, that word again.  Grace…. the transforming, scandalous, amazing, forgiving love of God. 

When we accept who we are, and do so in the context of grace, the context of God’s love and acceptance, that allows us to be free -  free to be our whole selves.   The good, the bad and the ugly.  We can be ourselves knowing that God accepts that whole person, and loves that whole person, and wants to move that very real person forward with his power and his love.

Shane Claiborne talks about a talk he once had with an old hippie friend who, he says “loves Jesus and smokes a lot of weed”.  He and the friends often end up in friendly debates about faith and the Bible.  One day he said to Shane, “Jesus never talked to a prostitute”  Shane immediately went on the offensive.  “Sure he did” and got ready to spar.  But then his friend looked him in the eye and said “Listen, Jesus never talked to a prostitute because he didn’t see a prostitute.  He just saw a child of God he was madly in love with.”

When we see ourselves a new way, we can see others a new way.  When we love ourselves as we are, we can love others as they are, and know that they, like we, are a project   A person under construction.  A person loved and forgiven by God. 

And then - we can truly be the church
We can be the place where people can stand up and say
I am wretched,
I need help
I am hurting
I am lost

And where everyone will nod, and agree, knowing they are in the same condition, and then remind the other, and themselves, that they are also wonderful - that they are loved and forgiven.  And then . . we will all be free, and we will be able to say with Paul:  What a wretched person I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? Thanks be to God — through Jesus Christ our Lord!

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Be not afraid

Advent is starting, and I was recently reading through the opening Chapters of Luke in preparation.  There we have the most detailed version of the Christmas story.  This time, as I was reading the story it hit me.  Wow, there is a lot of fear here. A lot of.. reluctance.  That is amazing…. Because we have some big names here.  Mary and Joseph.  The shepherds!  And Zechariah!

But every time we turn around there are the angels saying, “Wait, relax, be not afraid… be not afraid… be not afraid….”   It seems like everyone in the story enters the scene in fear.  Not in joy, expectation, or hope, but in fear.

Mary was afraid.  Joseph was afraid.  The shepherds were afraid.  Of whom, of what where they afraid?  Was it God?  Perhaps it would be better to say they were afraid of what was unfolding.  Because what was unfolding was, different, mysterious, unexpected.  It was a shift, a radical shift, from the status quo.  From what had been expected.  Even from what seemed rational, logical.  No, it was no easy task to go along with God as he revealed, unfolded a new plan, a new direction.

Now this fear was not totally inappropriate.  I mean look at Mary – there she was, a young, inexperienced girl who was given startling news.  She was going to give birth to the Messiah.  And this birth was out of wedlock.  Socially unacceptable.  Yes, she had reason to fear, not only the girth, but Joseph’s reaction, the community’s judgment.  Joseph, he was simple carpenter – asked to play a difficult and important role, and  was called to accept, well something that must have seemed ludicrous, that his now pregnancy fiancée was not unfaithful.  The shepherds, those shabby watchers of sheep.  What they experienced had to have shocked them to the core.

But what about Zechariah?  Zechariah was a priest, a holy man.  In this story Zechariah has been chosen by God through the cast of the lot to offer incense on the great altar in the temple in Jerusalem.  This was THE most prestigious thing a priest good.  And of course the belief was that God would use the lot to choose priests who were uniquely qualified - the spiritual elite. 

So here we have this holy man, doing his job, and suddenly and angel arrives and tells Zechariah about his part in the divine drama which was about to unfold.  And Zechariah was afraid!  I supposed we shouldn’t be too afraid at this initial response.  I mean powerful encounters with God of any sort do tend to be a bit of a shock… Who wouldn’t be surprised to suddenly run into an angel of the lord, and to hear startling news of a soon to be son?

But what is surprising is the continued fear.  Even after the angel outlined God’s plan for him, a plan that was truly exciting, Zechariah was fearful.  Even after the news was offered that he would finally have a son, something he had prayed for… so this wasn’t even a new plan… he was fearful.  So fearful that God silenced him, literally, until the baby was born.

What was it was with Zeke?  What is it, so often with us!!?  God comes – one way or another God reveals his purpose…  reveals a new option… opens a new door… inspires us, moves us….. and we get scared.  We hold back.  We entrench.  

I think there are many reasons.  I tried to think about the reasons I have often been afraid to really open up to God’s call for my life, God’s leading, God’s power!  Sometimes there is a fear of what God is asking for.  God’s call can be costly sometimes.  We might have to give up things…Go against some of our own deeply held dreams, in order to go with God.  Most of it, I think,  has to do with vulnerability! Sometimes I’m afraid that I’ll fail- there is that deep seated fear that I’m just not enough.  Aren’t spiritual enough, talented enough, deep enough. 

At other times there is a fear of exposure.  Doing god’ work requires openness, honesty. We can’t fake it.  Can’t pretend.  Can’t act together when we are not.  Can’t pretend we have the answers when we don’t.  What is it for you?  It’s worth a thought. 

But lets get back to Zeke… Zechariah was fearful.  He hesitated.  In fact he never did say, “Yes” to God.  But in the end?  God made something happen.  That is the way God is.  In spite of ourselves, God uses us

It is amazing how God can break through fear, efforts to hold back, unwillingness – and accomplish incredible things.  We need to understand what God can do with human inadequacy.  We have to banish the myth that God works only through strength.  That God uses only the talented, the special, the strong… not so.

Look at the Christmas story.  Zechariah, priest of little faith.  Elizabeth the barren.  Mary the young.  Joseph the simple and uneducated.  Shepherds, dirty and rejected…all them are limited, marginal – and all of them are important. All of them are used by God.  And the result, something incredible emerges.

Nine months later Zechariah, who has been through terrible times, who has been mute, puzzled, humiliated, tossed and battered, now holds in his arms a little bundle of joy - John, soon to be the John the Baptist.  The forerunner of the Christ.

In spite of fear, silence, frustration.  Though tired and reluctant servants
God carried out his plan, and fear blossomed into joy!  So it was.  So it can be.  To each of us the call of God will come. To each of us the Spirit of the Lord will speak, and God will say… “I have a plan, and you are a part of it.”

And the slightest opening is there  -- if there is the smallest bit of receptiveness in our heart – perhaps even if there is not - God’s transforming power will do its work.  And in spite of ourselves  --  Our greed, selfishness, lack of vision, feeble faith, weaknesses, our fear… God will work his purpose out, and there will be joy!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Dis-ease

Recently I have been reading through Sam Keen's book "To A Dancing God.".  At one point Keen describes a moment when he felt totally confused by life.  He describes his confusion this way.  "It was as if my interior space had been hollowed out, and boredom, anxiety, despair, impotence, erratic willfulness, and shameful self-consciousness were dumped in and agitated like clothes in a washer.  These demons whirled around my inner emptiness, their harsh screams reverberating and blending into a painful cacophony in the vacuum" (p. 16).

I remember reading that and going "Wow!  That's me!"  Maybe not today.  But many times in my life as my sense of dis-ease with myself, my journey, my life, has come oozing the the surface.  Escaping my careful attempts to keep it hidden.  Not just from others, be also from myself.

What Keen has helped me understand is that my dis-ease comes from my uncertainty about the answer to one very important question. "Who am I?"  It seems like a 58 year old man with two masters and a doctorate ought to know the answer to that question.  But if I am really honest I am not sure I really do.  In part it is because I have been asking the wrong questions.  I have looked for meaning and purpose by asking "What am I to do?"  I have looked for answers to the puzzle of my self by looking at my past, and hoping I could find others' to blame for some of the quirks in my character.  So I have looked behind, and looked forward, but I have had no clue who I am now.

It is not that I can ignore the past, and my memories, or the future, and my dreams.  But I must learn, within the context of my past realities and future hopes, to live in the present.  To be.  More specifically to be present.  To be present with those whom God places in my path.  To be attentive and open.  To listen and care. To put aside the way my past life and future hopes color my perceptions, and really welcome the reality of others, to accept the wonder and mystery of who they are.

In short I need to be present with myself, and others. Sounds simple.  I know all too well it is not.  But I am going to try.  To let go of my slavery to my past, to what I have done, and what has been done to me - to let go of my vision of the future, and the way it narrows my view - and be, with God, with the Spirit in this moment.  For it is in that way that I allow God to lead me each stop of the way, and quiet the chaos within.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Hope

It has been an interesting evening. I started out working on a new theme for the Kergyma class I teach at my church. The theme? "God's people have hope."

I then heard the news that in today's election the people Massachusetts voted in a Mr. Brown as the Senator to replace Kennedy. I have heard this man intimate that Obama was born illegitimately. I have heard him say things show he is a person of small character. And enough to know that he holds fast to the attitudes and policies of the GOP Party that lead American into this recession. Why after 8 years of allowing a party to drive us into turmoil, polarization, and fear, the people do not give Obama and his party more than one year to turn around is beyond logic. It shows that Americans are totally willing to buy into the ideology of hatred, fear and self-centeredness if they think it will benefit them personally. This is the mark of a fallen culture, a culture on the way out. And suddenly, although I was working on a lesson about hope, I lost hope.

I said in my heart, "I am done!" There is no sense trying. No sense working for the good. No sense working for community, if Americans are going to be this way.

Why bother to work for a non-profit? Americans will vote to strip away the funding that supports our work. Why bother to preach the gospel? People go against the teachings of Jesus, while at the same time claiming to uphold "Christianity." Why bother to do anything?

A little later I started to read a delightful little book, Grace (Eventually). Thoughts on Faith. In this book Anne Lamont talks about many things. And surprise! In the first essay, as she is talking about humiliating herself on the ski slopes, she writes these words. "Rumi said, 'Someone fills the cup in front of us.' I know that when I call out, God will be near, and hear, and help, eventually. Of course it is the 'eventually' that throws one into despair. For instance even now, I know America will be restored again, eventually, although it is hard to envision this at the moment, and it could take a century or more for the nation and the world to recover from the George W. Bush years. But they will. God always hears our cries, and helps, and it's always a surprise to see what form God will take on earth."

OK, I am still not there. I am still looking for hope. But I was reminded that God's other name is surprise. And that God can restore "what the locust has eaten" (Joel 2). So I will try to stay open for God's surprise, even though it feels like I am in a dry and weary land where there is no water (or hope) - Psalm 63.