The first week of spring has felt more like the first week of summer in New York. We’ve had temperatures in the 80s most days. This is unheard of in a land where I’ve preached Easter sermons under a blanket of snow.
I’ve come to love spring over the last ten years or so. It started when I was living in Vancouver, where spring’s arrival is loudly announced by the explosion of cherry blossoms and the rhododendrons just outside my apartment window. The combined effect is like floral fireworks.
Flowers aren’t the only things popping out either. I’ve noticed that, as human beings emerge from hibernation, they have some kind of instinctual urge to get out of their clothes in public. They do it while jogging, sunning, or going to class.
I like to say, “It’s mating season for the earthbound human!” I stole and adapted that phrase from a movie in the 90s. While sometimes annoying, this tendency never fails to be entertaining.
Earlier this week, the weather being what it is, I decided to take my work out of the office to the lake. Grading papers, prepping for next week’s lectures, and quietly meditating. Not normally sexually charged activities. I was rather surprised to find, on a weekday afternoon, our wannabe naturists already out in force with all the coy subtlety of Britney Spears’ famous claims to virginity.
In years past, I probably would have stormed off in a self-righteous huff, annoyed at the distractions while I was trying to get work done or “be spiritual” (whatever the hell that means). It reminds me of something Rich Mullins said (I think he stole it from Tony Campolo). I paraphrase:
“If you’re a [straight] guy on a beach and a young woman walks by in a bikini and that doesn’t do something for you, that doesn’t mean you’re spiritual. It means you’re dead.”
So, in the interest of (a.) reminding myself that I’m not dead and (b.) liberating myself from old habits of belief and behavior, I decided to stay where I was and see if it was possible to be spiritual and sexual at the same time. To many out there, this will probably come across as rather basic, but it’s still a new concept for me, thanks to my previously disembodied (my seminary prof, Loren Wilkinson, would call it gnostic) orientation toward all things theological.
What I discovered in that moment was happily surprising. I began to recall particular prayers of thanksgiving from the Presbyterian Book of Common Worship. In one prayer, we express gratitude for “All beauty that delights us…” and in another, “The treasure stored in every human life…”
I began thinking about the Greek word Eros. It’s one of several words that sometimes gets translated as Love. It’s where we get the English word Erotic. Eros is romantic love, desire, and attraction. Matthew Fox and Diarmuid O’Murchu, who have written on this subject far more than me, like to emphasize Eros as creative love. It simultaneously includes and transcends animal lust. I’m currently coming to believe that lust is neither foreign nor antithetical to love unless the two are deliberately divorced in the name of either licentious selfishness or “purity” (which can become a form of religiously legitimated selfishness).
I found myself saying prayers of gratitude for that indefinable magnetism that draws human beings together. It drives us to know one another fully. No other single psychic factor is so motivating. We yearn for intimacy, not only in our minds and spirits, but in our bodies as well.
The coming together of human beings (in the lab, studio, classroom, boardroom, or bedroom) is inherently life-giving and creative. It’s also complex, tricky, messy, and requires lots of skill and commitment in order to be fulfilling in the long-term. I pray that we would learn how to honor the meaning of our connections with each other so that we might sustain the beauty we have created. In this sense, all of life is as erotic as it is spiritual.
As my time of meditation at the lake came to a close, I surveyed the trees, the water, and the hills of the earth around me. I thought about the Jewish creation myth depicted in the first chapter of Genesis. Delirious in the pulsating and passionate throes of creation’s rhythm, God cries out repeatedly in climactic pleasure, “It’s good! It’s good! It’s SO good!”
As progressive Christians we are concerned about the way that religion is being used in the current political debate on several counts:
1. Statements are being made that suggest that one religious point of view is superior and others are being disparaged. We are a Christian congregation and we recognize that there are many ways that people practice their faith. We also understand and accept that many do not claim a spiritual tradition. In the public sphere many different points of view about religion must be honored.
2. Certain policy decisions are being debated as if they dramatically infringe on the religious freedom of some Americans. We consider this to be a misleading overstatement.
3. We are concerned that messages both overt and covert rooted in racism and sexism are being used as a wedge to divide…
Today’s post and yesterday’s (Why Liberal? Confessions of a Recovering Evangelical) started as one, but my introduction mutated into a post in its own right. Funny how that tends to happen when you’ve got ADD.
As I’ve said before, there is no such thing as a monopoly on common sense and family values. Liberals in both the political and religious realms have a justly earned reputation for being elitist and overly academic. however, I think it’s time we got to work on correcting that, especially if we hope to engage with the hearts and minds of people off-campus. I don’t mean that we dumb it down or reject the contributions of scholarship; I mean that we communicate what we believe in ways that are more simple and direct.
One person who is already doing an amazing job at this is an older guy in Georgia who owns a peanut farm, volunteers with Habitat For Humanity, and teaches Sunday School at his Baptist Church. By the way, he is also a winner of the Nobel Peace Prize and served a term as President of the United States.
It’s Jimmy Carter.
Say what you will about his presidency and policies (I have beef with both), but Jimmy, more than any other living president, embodies a sense of personal wisdom and human decency that is rarely found among national politicians. Perhaps that contributed to the fact that he did not serve a second term. My wife says that Jimmy Carter is living proof that personal integrity doesn’t always make for the best presidents.
This former-president’s most recent project is the production of a study Bible with his own notes and reflections on the text. This may be a bit ambitious on my part, but I would hope that a project of this magnitude might find its place in history alongside the famous Jefferson Bible.
In order to promote this new publication, Carter gave an interview to folks at the Huffington Post. I provide a link and invite you to read the interview as an example of one Common Sense Liberal Christian speaking his mind about the faith of his heart. On a human level, here is an example of how one can be an open-minded, open-hearted, and faithful Christian.
Several months ago, I put up a post on Common Sense Liberalism, where I intentionally began an effort to reclaim the term ‘liberal’ from its pejorative captors in the political and religious realms. It’s all part of my personal effort to explore what it means to be a ‘liberal’ Christian in ways that transcend the polarizing animosity that is currently ripping our churches and state capitols apart.
If that’s the case, one might argue, then why not abandon the dualistic liberal/conservative language altogether? There may well be a valid point in that. However, I’ve chosen to self-apply this particular moniker, instead of the more current buzzword ‘progressive Christian,’ for three reasons. First of all, it is used an insult. Commonly accepted group labels like Quaker, Methodist, Unitarian, and Christian had similar origins as insults. Personally, I don’t mind plucking this term from the landfill of language and bringing it back to life. I’m a liberal Christian. Double insult. “If the world hates you, be aware that it hated me before it hated you.” (Jesus, John 15:18)
Second, I don’t think working toward peace, unity, and purity in church and society necessitates the elimination of all distinctions. I think it involves holding those distinctions differently. I don’t want to be a watered-down, lukewarm, non-committal, middle-of-the-roader. I want to be a liberal Christian who understands what respect, decency, and amicable compromise mean in the midst of controversy.
Finally, I’ve chosen to retain the word liberal for personal reasons related to my own journey. I wrote a Facebook post recently where I compared my relationship to evangelicalism to the relationship between a recovering alcoholic and social drinking. Some people can be evangelical Christians and live sane, healthy, and balanced lives. But, for whatever reasons, I cannot. I’ve spent many years blaming evangelicalism itself for the spiritual wounds I obtained in my late teens and early twenties. But I think it’s time that I also take responsibility for the ways in which I intentionally chose to sustain an unhealthy relationship with my theology. I tend to give myself wholly to the things I care about, sometimes pushing past the point of reason. In a subculture that supported biblical literalism, I pushed it to the extreme. My friends and pastors supported me in this because they thought I was just “on fire for Jesus.” They probably had no clue that I was actually nursing a pathological obsession that eventually bordered on the psychotic. I still think there are many aspects of evangelical culture and theology that are worth criticizing. However, it’s time that I stop casting them as villains and myself as victim in this story. It’s time that I own my part in it. I’m a recovering evangelical, not because evangelicalism is evil, but because I can’t handle it responsibly.
As most of you already know, I’m a major science fiction geek. And for us sci-fi geeks, 1999 was a big year. Not because it was the end of the millennium, but because that was the year that the new Star Wars movie came out. We had waited sixteen long years since Return of the Jedi. Beginning with The Phantom Menace, we would finally get the full back story on Darth Vader. I remember the week it came out in theaters. I was at a conference that week in Windy Gap, NC. As it turns out, that was the very same conference where I met my wife for the first time. I didn’t get to see the movie until I got home.
When I did finally see it, I made up for lost time. I went to see The Phantom Menace in the theater no less than six times during that summer. The acting stunk, but the fight-scene choreography was amazing. Along with most Star Wars fans, I thought that Jar-Jar Binks was the worst thing to ever happen in cinema history.
In addition to all those big things that happened in The Phantom Menace, there was one little thing that stuck with me. It was a single line that Jedi Qui-Gon Jinn (played by Liam Neeson) said to little Anakin Skywalker: “Always remember, your focus determines your reality.”
I’ve always liked that line. It sounds like good advice. It reminds me of the Israelite people in this morning’s reading from the book of Numbers. Now, the book of Numbers is part of the Jewish Torah, which is part of what Christians call the Old Testament. The book of Numbers chronicles the journey of the Israelites as they live a nomadic life in the desert before settling in the Promised Land.
Life in the desert was never easy. They lived life on the edge, never knowing for sure that their next meal would be there. The text of the Bible says that God provided regular bread, meat, and water for the people through all kinds of unusual (some might say miraculous) circumstances. But none of it ever lasted more than a day. There was no such thing as long-term security for these desert nomads. The only thing keeping them alive on a daily basis was an interdependent web of the grace of God, the abundance of the earth, and the kindness of strangers.
As the Israelite people made their way through this desert, they did not have the best of attitudes. In fact, they were whining all the time. They said to Moses, “Why have you brought us up out of Egypt to die in the wilderness? For there is no food and no water, and we detest this miserable food.”
Now, I don’t know about you, but I can hear myself in those words. I get an especially big kick out of that last part: “For there is no food and no water, and we detest this miserable food.” There is no food and I can’t stand this food! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve paced around my kitchen, with its fully stocked fridge and cupboard, and said to myself, “There’s nothing to eat in this house!” Has anybody else here ever done that? What is the matter with us? Are we blind?
We modern-day people think we’re so advanced and evolved. We think we’re better than our ancestors with their immaturity and superstitions. But then you look at this passage and see that we’re just like them. “There is no food… and we detest this miserable food.” “There’s nothing to eat in this house!” We’re just like them. They were just like us. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
This, by the way, is how I understand the Bible to function for us as God’s Word. We see ourselves in it. Some Christians take that to mean that the Bible is some kind of magic book that can never be wrong. Personally, I take it to mean that our sacred text is like a mirror through which we can get some perspective on who we are and, by extension, who God is. Another author, Brian McLaren, says that the Bible is a like a mathematics textbook in school. It’s not useful because all the answers are written in the back. It’s useful because, by working through the problems, we become wiser people. God’s Word to us in the Bible is a living word, not a dead list of dogmas and morals to be accepted without question.
This point becomes important as we look at what happens next in this story from the book of Numbers. It says, “Then the Lord sent poisonous serpents among the people, and they bit the people, so that many Israelites died.” Now, if we take this story at face value, we very quickly run into some serious problems. It would lead us to believe that our God is the kind of person who would kill someone just for complaining. It would also lead us to believe that natural events, like snake bites, happen because God wills it as a form of punishment. If we really believed all that, we wouldn’t support organizations like Church World Service and Presbyterian Disaster Assistance because we would think the victims of earthquakes and hurricanes were just wicked sinners being punished by God. But we don’t believe that. We believe that God is love. We believe that God stands with those who suffer and with those who work to alleviate suffering in this world. And our belief in that kind of God leads us to go back and read this passage in a different way.
This story may or may not have been based on actual events, but that’s beside the point. When the text says that “the Lord sent poisonous serpents among the people,” I take it to be a reflection of the Israelites’ state of mind. The snakes are a symbolic representation of their collective attitude and its effect on their communal life.
Have you ever been around people at work or school who just love to complain about every little thing? I’m talking about the people who always look for the worst in other people and situations. How does it feel to be around them? It’s kind of a drag, isn’t it? Being around them drains your energy. It’s like a poison that saps the life right out of you. Hanging around them kind of feels like walking through a snake pit: you’re just waiting for one to jump out and bite you. So, when I read this story about people and their attitudes, the snake analogy makes a whole lot of sense to me.
When times are hard, it’s easy to focus on what’s wrong with the world. It’s easy to get caught up in talking about the good old days or the way you wish things were. It feels cathartic to let your frustration out (which is a good thing) but when the catharsis becomes a way of life, it can be toxic. Just as much as honest venting, we also need people who can help us to see what’s right in the world. They empower us to make things better. They help us to change our focus.
That’s exactly what the Israelite people needed in today’s story and that’s just what they got. The text says that, “Moses made a serpent of bronze, and put it upon a pole; and whenever a serpent bit someone, that person would look at the serpent of bronze and live.” Isn’t this interesting: the people of Israel had a poisonous attitude of complaining that was sucking the life out of their community. So, what’s the cure? Look up, focus on this, and you will live. Change your focus in order to change your reality. It’s like they said in Star Wars: your focus determines your reality.
Let’s fast forward to the New Testament. We also read a story about Jesus today. In this story, Jesus is compared to Moses’ bronze serpent on a pole. It’s the same dynamic as before, except that this time, the thing we’re supposed to focus on is not a symbolic statue but a living, breathing person. Jesus is, for Christians, the primary revelation of God in the world. When we want to know what God is like, we look at Jesus. When we want to become the kind of people we’re meant to be, we look at Jesus. When we need to remember everything that’s good, right, beautiful, and holy in this world, we focus on Jesus. When we’re ready to be cured of the poisonous attitudes that infect our minds, our community, and our church, we look at Jesus.
We remember the principles he taught us. We reflect on his deeds of healing and forgiveness. We reflect on the love that poured through him to every corner of creation. We do our best to reorient our lives around Jesus’ vision. When we feel the snakebite and the poison’s burn, we look up to this man who died with forgiveness on his lips for his murderers and we ask ourselves that famous question: “What would Jesus do?”
Your focus determines your reality. Change your focus and you change your reality.
There is a story I heard several years ago, but I can’t trace it back to its source. It takes place in a Nazi concentration camp at the end of World War II. The camp had already been liberated by the allies, but the survivors were still too weak to be moved. They stayed in the camp for a little while longer to regain their strength. They were finally being fed real food and treated with medicine. For the first time, the gates were open and prisoners could come and go as they pleased. During this time, two former-prisoners were walking together in the woods around the camp. They came across a small patch of ground with little baby plant sprouts and young flowers poking up out of the earth. The first man kept walking right over them, oblivious to their presence. The second man stopped, looked, and stepped around them. His friend said, “You mean to tell me that, in spite of everything we’ve been through, you still believe in the meaning and value of life?” The second man replied, “No, I mean to tell you that, because of everything we’ve been through, I still believe in the meaning and value of life.” Two men lived through the same horror came out with very different interpretations of their experience.
Two years ago, I had the difficult honor of being both friend and pastor to a young couple who suddenly lost their newborn daughter. I can’t think of anything else in this world that does more to upset our perception of the goodness and natural order of the universe. Through that time, I watched this family struggle, question, doubt, cry, and mourn their loss. As a pastor, I had no answers for them. In spite of all the Bible and theology I had learned in seminary, nothing could prepare me for that horrible moment. I could only be there with them in that deafening silence. There’s just nothing you can say in a moment like that.
What amazed me, as time went on, is how they clung together as a family. They focused on their love for each other and, through that, found their way back to faith. In time, this turned into compassion as they reached out to support others in pain. They have been part of support groups for grieving families, they have volunteered to assist the homeless in Utica, and they’ve walked in the March of Dimes in their daughter’s name. Their compassion has become a point of focus for them. Through it, their pain has not been erased, but it is being redeemed.
Your focus determines your reality. When people think about what it means to “have faith,” they usually think about the various beliefs associated with a particular religion. Faith, they think, is about believing that Jesus walked on water or was born of a virgin. But those dogmas mainly have to do with what you think. Faith, as we’re talking about it today, is about how you think. Do you see the universe as hostile or friendly? Will you approach life as meaningless or meaningful?
May we, as Christians and people of faith, in seasons of conflict and tragedy, learn to shift our focus to the one who came to show us a vision of what life can be. May you become an agent of healing from the poisonous attitudes you encounter at home, school, work, or church. In this soul-sucking culture of toxic vision that only sees what’s wrong with the world, may you be inspired to become a life-giving beacon of faith, hope, and love to all the people around you who so desperately need to hear what you have to say.
The Eucharist is a supreme moment of cosmic, planetary, spiritual, and human embodiment. All the elements meet as one in a ritual engagement from which nobody, for any reason, should be excluded. Radical inclusion is at the heart of every eucharistic enactment, subversively modeled by the Jesus of Christianity, who welcomed everybody to the eucharistic table, including those who were totally prohibited according to the religious rules of the day: tax collectors, prostitutes, and sinners…
The Eucharist acclaims and celebrates unashamedly the radical relationality that characterizes every form of embodiment, from the cosmic to the personal. And it also pronounces that God is totally at home in the immediacy of that encounter; stated in the affirming assertion of Sallie McFague: God loves bodies! God is present precisely in the moments of intense bodily encounter, whether in the erotic passion of sexual embrace, the intensity of human intimacy, or the inexpressible wonder of childbirth; God is also present in the memorable moments of being at one with nature, the expressionless bond in which people of grief can be united, or the mysterious unity that brings people of every race, creed, and color around a eucharistic table. In all these situations and many more besides, God is at home and radically present to us. Words may fail to say how, but the heart has its wise and unspeakable intuitions.
The first week of spring has felt more like the first week of summer in New York. We’ve had temperatures in the 80s most days. This is unheard of in a land where I’ve preached Easter sermons under a blanket of snow.
Hopping Hadrian's Wall 