Sorry to double-post on the same subject, but the previous link does not seem to work correctly. This is my second and final attempt.
The video is a recently released song by U2 inspired by Mandela. The timing is impeccable.
Sorry to double-post on the same subject, but the previous link does not seem to work correctly. This is my second and final attempt.
The video is a recently released song by U2 inspired by Mandela. The timing is impeccable.
Wow, this blew my mind. As a person who once had ambitions to pursue a career in the Christian music industry, I can say these are the very reasons why I left (and why I don’t listen to very much Christian music anymore). Not since Rich Mullins has such a direct and truthful critique been offered.

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READ MICHAEL GUNGOR’S FOLLOW UP BLOG TO HIS POST ‘THE PROBLEM WITH THE CHRISTIAN MUSIC INDUSTRY !!!
Date: Monday, December 9, 2013
Hey Everyone,
As promised earlier, after the incredible buzz around his blog post below in the past week (there have been more than 360,000 views of this blog post in the past 7 days) Michael Gungor expressed to me a desire to write a follow-up blog post to this original post he wrote almost 2 years ago.
I am excited to announce that Michael emailed me his follow-up blog post that he just finished two days ago, and you can read it immediately, by clicking on the link below.
Regards,
Hervict
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When you are in a touring band, there is a lot of time that is…
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Reusing an old sermon at North Church this week…
Here is this week’s sermon from First Presbyterian Church of Boonville, NY.
The text is Isaiah 2:1-5.
Click here to listen to the podcast.
This week, we begin our journey toward Christmas. Decorations are going up at home and shopping has begun in stores. As the music of Bing Crosby invades our radio waves, nostalgia mixes with anticipation and the smell of freshly-kindled wood stoves. In church, candles are lit one by one and purple vestments are hung in honor of our coming king. We call this season “Advent”.
Beyond the commercialized holiday bliss, there is another side to this season. It is the time of year when the weather really starts to turn bitterly cold. Here in Boonville, we’ve just had our first real snowfall. The daylight hours are the shortest they will be all year and darkness seems to hover over everything. Perhaps the early Christians chose…
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This is one of the best descriptions of the internal experience of poverty that I have ever come across. Next time you feel like judging, read this first. Classism is alive and well in America.
Reblogged from Huffington Post.
By Linda Tirado
Happy Thanksgiving!
By Walter Rauschenbusch
Reblogged from NPR’s On Being
For the wide sky and the blessed sun,
For the salt sea and the running water,
For the everlasting hills
And the never-resting winds,
For trees and the common grass underfoot.
We thank you for our senses
By which we hear the songs of birds,
And see the splendor of the summer fields,
And taste of the autumn fruits,
And rejoice in the feel of the snow,
And smell the breath of the spring.
Grant us a heart wide open to all this beauty;
And save our souls from being so blind
That we pass unseeing
When even the common thornbush
Is aflame with your glory,
O God our creator,
Who lives and reigns for ever and ever.

“This is the King of the Jews.”
That’s what the sign at the top of the cross read. The irony was not lost on those who saw it, nor was it lost to history. Kings were usually crowned while sitting on thrones, not hanging from crosses. But this Jesus was a different kind of king. For him, the cross was his throne.
In the ancient world, it would have been unthinkable for a cross to serve as a throne. Crucifixion represented everything that was the opposite of kingship. Kings were blessed but crucified people were cursed. Kings were honored but crucified people were ridiculed. Kings were dressed in flowing robes but crucified people were stripped naked. Kings were beautiful but crucifixion was ugly. Yet, in spite of this, unbelievably, the cross was his throne.
Crucifixion was not just any old punishment. A criminal was not crucified for stealing bread or cheating on his taxes. No, crucifixion was a special punishment reserved for a special kind of criminal. The criminals crucified with Jesus were what we would now call terrorists. They were insurrectionists, religious fanatics bent on a violent agenda to overthrow the Roman government. If one wants to get a clear picture of just how radical it was for Jesus to forgive the sins of the criminal next to him, one should imagine that criminal as Osama bin Laden, because that’s who he most closely resembled. It was rare for crucified people to be buried in that time because most of them were simply left there to rot: their bones picked clean by birds and eventually scattered across the landscape. Their families were so ashamed that most would never again so much as speak the name of their crucified loved one. Most crucified people were utterly lost to history, but not King Jesus. No, for him, the cross was his throne.
When we look back at Jesus’ life as it is presented to us in the New Testament, it shouldn’t be all that surprising that this King of kings would reign from a cross, rather than a throne. After all, how did he come into the world? Did he come riding a white horse with banners unfurled and a terrible swift sword at his side? Did he appear at Caesar’s palace in Rome saying, “Hey Caesar, I just want to let you know that your days are numbered!”? Was he born into a wealthy family at the center of the halls of power? No, he was born in a manger, in a stable, outside an overbooked motel, in a teeny little one-horse town, in a forgotten corner, in a troublesome province, in a distant part of the Roman Empire. His parents were working-class peasants. Our Christmas pageants and Nativity scenes have made the story of Jesus’ birth into a sweet, warm fairy tale, but the reality would have been quite different. He was born in a barn. Have you ever smelled a barn where animals are kept? It doesn’t smell very good. His mother placed him in a manger. A manger is a place where pig slop went. It probably wasn’t very sanitary either. In today’s terms, Jesus’ mother would have given birth in a dumpster behind a Motel 6. And the shepherds who visited him? They weren’t very pretty either. Shepherding was not considered an honorable profession in those days. They would have been treated with the same indifference and contempt that truckers, janitors, garbage men, and McDonald’s drive-thru workers receive today. So you see, from the very beginning of Jesus’ life, we can pick up hints that he would not be a king like other kings, so that we wouldn’t be surprised to discover in the end that the cross was his throne.
As he set out into his life’s work, Jesus continued to defy expectations for a respectable monarch. He held court with tax collectors and sinners. His royal advisors were fishermen, his treasurer was a thief, and his attendants were prostitutes. They probably couldn’t have a royal cupbearer because the wine would have run out before the cup ever got to the king. And they almost certainly didn’t have a court jester because, let’s face it: they were all court jesters in some way. Based on the company he kept, it’s no surprise that the cross was his throne.
The upstanding citizens of the moral majority and the religious right in his day had nothing good to say about Jesus. They were the self-proclaimed protectors of traditional family values and Jesus was the biggest threat to their agenda. He called himself a rabbi, but they knew that no real rabbi would build such a rag-tag, permissive, tolerant, and inclusive community. Jesus questioned their established theological dogmas. He reinterpreted the Bible in ways that made them uncomfortable. He seemed to have little respect for their traditions, so they had little respect for him. Based on his relationship with the religious leaders of his day, we can see why the cross was his throne.
Finally, we come to the end of his life, the moment his followers had been waiting for, when all that he had been building toward came to its fulfillment. He rode triumphantly into town on a donkey’s back in a staged fulfillment of a prophecy from the book of Zechariah. He barged into the temple, flipping over tables, and sent the moneychangers packing. He said he was about to clean up this town and make his Father’s house into a house of prayer for all nations once again. His followers were understandably stoked at this new development. They realized that this was the moment when the King of kings and Lord of lords, the long-awaited Messiah, would ascend his throne and establish the kingdom of heaven on earth. But what they didn’t realize is that the cross was his throne.
On the day of his crucifixion, his royal robes were stained with his own blood, his crown was made of thorns, and the cross was his throne.
Above his head hung that awful, ironic sign, “This is the king of the Jews.” From the outside, the whole scene seems like a horrible, macabre parody of kingship. But here’s the thing: he really was a king. For Christians, he is the King of kings. In spite of (or perhaps because of) his unconventional life and ignominious death, Jesus has gone on to touch and inspire more people than any other single person in history. For those of us who are his followers, who pledge our allegiance to his kingdom of heaven on earth, Jesus is our paradigm: his life provides us with the lens through which we interpret our lives. As we make our way out into the world, we go as Christ’s ambassadors. The way in which we represent him to the world should be consistent with the way he himself walked through the world. And remember: the cross was his throne.
The king who reigns from the cross is fundamentally different from the king who reigns from a throne. The kings of this world, the powers that be, force their will on others through bullets, bombs, bucks, and ballots. Let me show you what I mean: when you dive around town, do you try to keep pretty close to the speed limit? Do you do it because you love America? Probably not. Most of us drive the speed limit because we don’t want to get a ticket. That’s the power of fear. Private companies get you to buy their products by appealing to your sense of greed, lust, or vanity. They promise you a better, longer, happier life, but they don’t really care about you. They just want your money and they will tell you anything you want to hear in order to get it. That’s advertising. That’s the power of manipulation. But Jesus is different. He doesn’t depend on the power of fear or manipulation as his weapons because the cross is his throne.
Jesus rules the world from within through the power of love. Love is amazing. People will do things for the sake of love that they could never be forced into by law or the barrel of a gun. Love gets new parents out of bed in the middle of the night for 3am feedings. Love leads partners and spouses to sacrifice time, money, and energy for the sake of the relationship. Love led Rev. Frank Schafer, a Methodist minister, to put his ordination credentials on the line when he officiated at his son’s wedding to another man, a crime for which he was tried and convicted by the United Methodist Church, just this past week. Love led Mother Teresa to the streets of Calcutta to care for orphans. Love led Rosa Parks to defy a racist law on a bus one evening in 1955. Love led Martin Luther King, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, and Oscar Romero to speak out against injustice at the cost of their own lives. Love led King Jesus to the cross, and the cross was his throne.
The people all around Jesus at Calvary kept shouting, “Save yourself! Save yourself!” but Jesus chose to save others instead. Jesus could have ordered his followers to rise up and kill, but Jesus chose to die instead. That’s the power of love. It was love, not nails, that kept Jesus on the cross. And that’s why the cross, which once signified shame and death, has become for us the symbol of faith, hope, and undying love. From the cross, the Lord Jesus Christ reigns in our hearts by the power of love and so it is that the cross is his throne.
It’s been a couple of years now since I’ve officially “come out” as a universalist. For those who don’t speak theology what that means (in the negative) is that I don’t believe in hell. In positive terms, it means that I believe God will save every person.
This post is not the place where I will offer a full biblical, theological, and philosophical defense of this position. That’s for another day. What I want to do here is draw my readers’ attention toward a few online links to resource websites where Christian universalism is experiencing something of a revival in recent years. Christian universalism went dormant for a while after the Universalist Church of America merged with the American Unitarian Association in 1961. More recently, it has received a renewed energy of attention among Christians in mainline (and a few evangelical) denominations.
Websites
The Christian Universalist Association
http://www.christianuniversalist.org/
This is the only attempt I am aware of to revive universalism on a denominational level.
Unitarian Universalist Christian Fellowship
http://uuchristian.org/
Christian subgroup within the Unitarian Universalist Association.
UniversalistChurch.net
http://universalistchurch.net/
Historical documents and hymn texts related to the old Universalist Church of America.
Hymns of the Spirit Three
http://www.hos3.com/hos3/
Classic universalist hymn texts.
Books (links to Amazon.com)
Philip Gulley & James Mulholland. If Grace Is True: Why God Will Save Every Person
Gregory MacDonald. The Evangelical Universalist
Sharon L. Baker. Razing Hell: Rethinking Everything You’ve Ever Been Taught About God’s Wrath and Judgment
Rob Bell. Love Wins: A Book About Heaven, Hell, and the Fate of Every Person Who Ever Lived
Thomas Talbott. The Inescapable Love of God
Brad Jersak & Nik Ansell. Her Gates Will Never Be Shut: Hope, Hell, and the New Jerusalem
These last three books are not, strictly speaking, universalist in theology, but they provided me with certain foundational values that led me toward universalism in my own journey:
Brian D. McLaren. The Last Word and the Word after That: A Tale of Faith, Doubt, and a New Kind of Christianity
Wm. Paul Young. The Shack
Brennan Manning. The Ragamuffin Gospel: Good News for the Bedraggled, Beat-up, and Burnt-out
I pray. Regularly.
That probably won’t surprise anyone. I’m a minister, after all. Praying is kind of in my job description.
I’ve observed that there are a lot of misconceptions out about what prayer is and how it “works” (for lack of a better term). When I mention the fact that I pray, I sometimes get funny looks from my skeptical friends who immediately imagine me writing letters to Santa and being good all year so that the new bike I wanted will be under the tree on Christmas morning. They imagine me constructing an argument at least somewhat similar to the following formula: “I follow Religion X and prayed to Deity Y for Event Z to happen. Event Z happened, therefore Deity Y must exist and Religion X must be the one true religion.”
But none of that bears any resemblance to how or why I pray. For me, prayer is not an exercise in crossing items off my wish-list, justifying the exclusive validity of my religious tradition, or proving the existence of a supernatural God. I could have none of those things and still maintain a robust prayer life.
I’m going to borrow a few ideas from others and then add a few of my own in order to express what it is that prayer means to me and why I still do it. My sources will be listed at the end of the post. I hoping to present prayer in terms that are relatable, even to those who do not believe in my concept of God (or any god whatsoever). In order to keep it simple, I will summarize each of the five types of prayer with a single-syllable word. Each new word builds progressively off the last one. The five words are:
Wow, Thanks, Oops, Help, Yes and they correspond roughly to the five traditional types of prayer: Adoration, Thanksgiving, Confession, Petition, and Oblation.
Wow. The prayer of Adoration. This is where prayer begins: with the felt sense of awestruck wonder at life, the universe, and everything. I mean, have you seen this place? It’s amazing. We’ve got protons, nebulae, the Big Bang, quantum mechanics, evolution, trees, mountains, sunsets, sex, Van Gogh, Shakespeare, Mother Teresa, single malt scotch, and the Beatles. If you’re not saying “Wow” to life at some level, then you’re not really paying attention. All of this stuff is really here and it’s connected. The atoms of my body were forged in the furnaces of stars: I am stardust. My DNA shares the same basic structure as the DNA of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, even after 67 million years. I am part of everything that exists within and around me. I wouldn’t be who, what, or where I am today if it hadn’t been for others. Others could say the same about me. We are real, we are here, we are connected, and we are part of each other. We are caught up in the great mystery of existence. We don’t understand how that works or why, but we experience it nonetheless. In the Christian tradition, we personify this all-encompassing, interconnecting mystery and name it “God.” Prayer begins when we step back and take the time to consciously place our little lives in this larger context.
Thanks. The prayer of Thanksgiving (obviously). Reflecting on the experience of awestruck wonder, I feel glad, even privileged, to bear witness and take part in reality. I am here and I am alive. More than that, I am healthy, I have enough food and a place to stay, I have known love. It could have been otherwise. The universe didn’t owe me that much; it is a gift, and for that gift I feel grateful.
Oops. The prayer of Confession. This is where things start to get dicey. I mean, wonder and gratitude are understandable, but sin? Confession? C’mon, are you serious? You might be wondering if we’re back to the image of Santa Claus at the North Pole, making his list and checking it twice, putting coal into the stockings of the naughty kids who masturbate and/or eat shellfish. The answer is no, we’re not going back to that. However, I still think there’s a place for sin and confession in one’s prayer practice.
The experience of wonder tends to elicit, not only gratitude, but also an awareness that we are not as we should be. Nowhere is this more apparent than in those times when we are awestruck by those “great souls” whose courage, wisdom, and compassion have inspired the world. Mother Teresa on the streets of Calcutta, Galileo at his telescope, Jesus forgiving his executioners, and Rosa Parks refusing to get off the bus. My life, by comparison, seems awfully shallow and self-absorbed. My awe at these heroes and heroines reminds me of what is lacking in myself. Confession is simply the practice of honestly facing and naming this lack while also experiencing the desire to change, grow, and actualize the potential within us.
Help. The prayer of Petition. This is probably the most well-known type of prayer. This is the part where we pray for stuff or people. It’s not a cosmic vending machine or Christmas list, although lots of folks seem to treat it that way. I think you can tell a lot about people based on what they pray for. People whose prayers are primarily concerned with their own ego-centric needs and wants tend to be somewhat less enlightened than those who turn their attention toward the needs of others. In our prayers of Petition, we continue to hold our lives in the context of the whole, just as we do in the prayer of Adoration. From that place of awareness and perspective, we speak what is on our minds. Standing before the infinite expanse of the Big Picture, do you still think it is critically important that your next car is a Lexus? Does it really matter whether Attractive Person X agrees to go out with you? It’s good to name these things because naming them brings our issues out into the open, where we can hopefully realize how silly our worries are in the grand scheme of things.
However, there are some things that certainly do matter in that context. Some things really are that important. For example, I cannot begrudge a person who prays for strength to overcome an addiction or endure chemotherapy. That stuff is hard and, if it were me, I would take any help I could get, placebo or otherwise. Sometimes we pray that we would be more patient, loving, courageous, or compassionate. This is where we let prayer change us as well as our circumstances. We take the lack we experienced in those “Oops” moments and focus our intentionality on growing as human beings. The desire to be a better person is often the first and most critical step on the journey to being a better person.
Finally, there are those prayers of Petition that we make on behalf of the world at large. When you see the news reports about missile strikes and suicide bombers, do you ever stop and pray for peace? In a world where 30,000 people die daily from malnutrition, do you ever pray that the hungry would be fed? Do you pray for sick people to get well? Do you pray for justice and goodwill among our leaders? Saying these prayers may not actually bring an immediate end to these problems, but they do sometimes lead us to make a beginning within ourselves. The intention we express in prayer toward the issues that disturb us often lead us to “become the answer to our prayers.” Sometimes, we eventually find ourselves in a position to take action and make a meaningful difference in the world. Which leads me to our last type of prayer:
Yes. The prayer of Oblation. This is the prayer where we offer ourselves to the service of something beyond our own little ego-centric lives. We say “Yes” to service, justice, compassion, and making a difference. This is where we embody in our lives that which we have admired in our heroes and heroines and lacked in our own lives. The same capacity for goodness that was in Jesus, Buddha, and Rosa Parks exists also in us. Christians call it the Spirit of God, living in our hearts; others might just call it human potential. Call it whatever you like, I don’t care. Whenever you step outside yourself and into the service of others, when you volunteer at the shelter, when you bring that casserole to a grieving friend, when you call your senator’s office, when you pick up a sign and march on the picket line, you are praying the prayer of self-offering. Whenever you come to the “Yes” in the process of inner transformation that begins with awe and moves through gratitude, confession, and petition, you begin to do in your life what Jesus and others did in theirs. In your own small way, you become Jesus. And that, in the end, is what prayer is really about: getting to “Yes”, following the path of awestruck wonder that leads to the transformation of yourself and your world. That’s why I pray and that’s how I do it.
Bibliography
Anne Lamott. Help, Thanks, Wow: The Three Essential Prayers.
Shane Claiborne & Jonathan Wilson Hartgrove. Becoming the Answer to Our Prayers: Prayer for Ordinary Radicals
http://bycommonconsent.com/2009/11/20/thanks-gimme-oops-wow-a-guide-for-prayer/
The Book of Common Prayer, Catechism.
Reblogged from Sojo.net:
For years the church rejected the entire field of mental health and continuously fought against scientifically and medically proven techniques that implemented counseling, medications, and other helpful therapies. The church attempted to “pray away” problems and encouraged ill-prepared pastors to take on roles they weren’t qualified to perform.
Churches are finally catching up, but they’re still far behind from the rest of society, and many denominations and institutions have inadequate resources for those struggling with disorders, syndromes, sicknesses, disabilities and other mental health issues. For many, the secular options available are far better than those of the church—this needs to change.