The Great Ends of the Church: Breaking the Silence

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Is there anything more uncomfortable than an elephant in the room?

You know what I mean:

There’s something going on.  Everybody knows about it.  It’s on everyone’s mind.  Everyone knows that everyone else knows, but they STILL won’t talk about it.

Don’t you hate that?

How many family dinners have passed in awkward silence all because people can’t or won’t break the ice on an uncomfortable, but still important, subject?  Worse yet, how many families or friends have simply given up on each other after a while because of something that needed to be said, but no one would summon the courage to say it?

Most of the time, our socially conditioned interpersonal skills lead us in the direction of etiquette, maintaining the status quo, and not rocking the boat.

But there is a time and a place for polite restraint and there is a time and a place for taking a chance on each other.  In order for our deepest and closest relationships to survive, someone has to stand up and fight for the relationship, even if it means saying something uncomfortable.

Those moments are never fun, but they are necessary.  And when they’re over and done with, so long as everyone stays true to themselves and true to one other, most relationships are better off for having had the hard conversation.

In this morning’s gospel reading, we have a record of one such awkward conversation that needed to happen.  The conversation is between Jesus and Peter.  It takes place after Jesus’ resurrection.  Twice already, the risen Christ had appeared to the disciples and offered words of peace and reassurance.  Jesus had even breathed the Holy Spirit into them and commissioned them to go and preach the gospel.  However, all was still not well.

Peter, rather than taking up the apostle’s calling, had gone back to the life he knew before he followed Jesus: fishing.  Not a bad profession or pastime, but certainly less than the high calling that had been placed on Peter’s life.

Something was still missing.  Peter wasn’t ready.  He had some unfinished business with Jesus.  One might say that it was his “elephant in the room.”

If you think about it, you might even remember what it was.  A few days earlier, on the night of Jesus’ arrest, Peter had pledged his undying allegiance to Jesus.  Peter said that he would die for Jesus, even everyone else turned tail and ran.

But that didn’t happen.

When the moment of truth came, what did Peter do?  He denied that he even knew Jesus.  Not once, but three times in a night.  His spirit was willing, but the rest of him was weak. 

Jesus had even tried to warn Peter that this was coming.  Somehow, call it intuition or clairvoyance, Jesus knew that this would happen.  He tried to comfort Peter, saying that everything was going to be okay, in spite of Peter’s upcoming failure of nerve.

But when all was said and done, Peter’s spirit was broken by his denial.  Even after seeing Jesus rise from the dead, he couldn’t bring himself to take his old place at his rabbi’s side.  His betrayal was too deep and his crime to heinous to be forgiven.  Whatever words of comfort and commissioning Jesus might have for the others, Peter felt sure that those words were not meant for him.  No, he would go back to the only life he knew: fishing.

It seems that Jesus and the other apostles didn’t share this overly negative opinion of Peter and his qualifications for ministry.  They stood by him, even as he returned to life as a fisherman.  Jesus even arranged a kind of intervention on the beach after a long night on the job for Peter.

As they sat together, eating breakfast, Jesus turned to Peter and called him by his given name, “Simon son of John.”  Peter, Greek for “Rock,” was a nickname that Jesus have given him early on in their time together.  Jesus asked Simon Peter three times, “Do you love me?”  After each question, Peter replied, “Yes.”  And Jesus responded, “Feed my sheep.”

The fact that Jesus did this three times is important.  Can you guess why?  It’s because three was the number of times that Peter had previously denied that he knew Jesus.  That denial was the source of Peter’s paralyzing shame.  And that shame was keeping Peter from becoming the person he was meant to be.  It was his elephant in the room.

Something needed to be said, but what?  Who would break the silence of shame that was holding Peter back?  As you might expect, Jesus took the initiative, as if to say, “Don’t worry fellas, I got this.”

Three times, Jesus gets Peter to say that he loves him.  And three times, Jesus reminds Peter of the calling on his life.  In a sense, Jesus was healing the wounds of the past by giving Peter a “do-over.”  Rather than only healing sick, blind, and lame people, Jesus was healing his relationship with Peter.  He had the guts to stand up and fight for that relationship by talking about the elephant in the room.

In the end, it worked.  Peter walked away from that tough conversation a changed man and went on to take his place as a leader in the early church.  Dealing with the elephant in the room, even when it’s tough, has its benefits.

Today, we’re continuing with the second sermon in a six week series on the Great Ends of the Church.  It’s based on a document produced by Presbyterians about 100 years ago.  Behind each of these Great Ends is the question, “Why are we here?”  It’s all about what it means to be the Church.  On Easter Sunday, we talked about the first Great End of the Church, which is “The proclamation of the gospel for the salvation of humankind.”  This week, we’re talking about the second Great End of the Church, which is “The shelter, nurture, and spiritual fellowship of the children of God.”

Now, of all the Great Ends of the Church, “The shelter, nurture, and spiritual fellowship of the children of God” is the one that most Presbyterians think they have down pat.  Their first thought is, “Well, of course we do that.  We’re a friendly, welcoming church.  If only we could get more people through the front door, they would join our church and stay forever because we’re basically nice people.”

I don’t want to downplay the importance of being nice, but I think too many Christians in mainline denominations settle for being nice as their whole definition of shelter, nurture, and spiritual fellowship.  More than that, I’ve even noticed that a lot of them aren’t even really that nice.  What they really mean to say is that they’re polite.  They settle for a kind of “live and let live” libertarianism that tries not to get involved with the personal lives and problems of others.  Before long, their politeness gives rise to a culture of silence and people end up sitting next to each other in the pews for decades without ever really getting to know one another on a deep level.

Here in this fragmented and isolated society that we live in, polite standoffishness at church does nothing to break the ice of loneliness for hurting people.  If we really want to live up to our calling, which is the “shelter, nurture, and spiritual fellowship of the children of God,” then we have to go deeper in our relationships with each other.  We have to break the silence, take a chance on our neighbor, and have those uncomfortable conversations.

Brennan Manning, one of my favorite spiritual authors (who passed away just two days ago), writes a story about two drunks sitting together in a bar in Poland.  The first one, Pietrov, says to the other, “Ivan, do you love me?”

“Yes,” Ivan responds.

Pietrov: “Then tell me what hurts me.”

Ivan: “How should I know what hurts you?”

Pietrov: “If you don’t know what hurts me, how can you say you love me?”

If we want to truly love each other as a faith community, we have to learn about our neighbor’s pain.  This is more than just offering sympathy in the form of a greeting card or a casserole during moments of crisis, we actually have to get our hands dirty and meet one another in the midst of our messiness.  We have to have those hard talks about things like addiction, mental illness, aging, and coming out of the closet as gay.  Most of us would rather not go there.  It feels too hard.  It’s awkward.  We’re afraid that we might say the wrong thing.

But you know what?  I’ve sat with many people in those hard moments… I’ve sat with many of you in those hard moments, and do you know what I’ve discovered?  Most people don’t remember a single word you say.  All they remember is that you were there… and it means the world to them.

Most people don’t want sage advice or theological answers that explain their questions away.  Most of them just want to know that they’re not alone in this world.  That’s why they come to church.

People just want to have a safe space where they can open their hearts and unburden themselves of their troubles.  They yearn to know that there’s someone somewhere who will love and accept them no matter what they may have said or done.

They want to be vulnerable, which is one of the most frightening yet necessary parts of the human experience.  Dr. Brene Brown is currently the world’s most well-known expert on the subject of vulnerability.  She has written a book called Daring Greatly that’s all about vulnerability in relationships.

Dr. Brown writes, “[Daring greatly] means the courage to be vulnerable.  It means to show up and be seen.  To ask for what you need.  To talk about how you’re feeling.  To have the hard conversations.”  Later on, she writes, “I define vulnerability as uncertainty, risk, and emotional exposure.  To be human is to be in vulnerability.

When we say that part of our job, as the Church, is to provide for “the shelter, nurture, and spiritual fellowship of the children of God”, it has to mean that we are more than just an organization of people who are polite and nice.  It has to mean that we are the kind of community that creates safe space in which other people, outsiders, can make themselves vulnerable.

And, in order to do that, we have to break the culture of silence and go deep with ourselves and each other.  We have to share our hurts and joys with one another.  We have to bring our questions and experiences into our conversations and relationships.  We have to get personal and carry one another’s burdens.

If we can do this, we will begin to embody the kind of healing presence that our hurting world so desperately needs.  We will find ourselves growing internally as a church, which is the key to growing numerically as a church.  We have to take a chance on each other, which is also to say that we have to prove ourselves trustworthy of such risk.  We have to hold our neighbors’ stories in confidence, treasuring them as the precious gifts that they are.

As we learn this art of vulnerability and sharing, I believe that the presence of the risen Christ will become more and more obvious in our church community.  I believe that people in the broader community will be attracted to the kind of church that provides for the “shelter, nurture, and spiritual fellowship of the children of God.”

Will you take that chance with me?

One place where this kind of vulnerable sharing has been happening is at our Monday night Vespers service and book study.  We get together each week to sing, pray, and discuss whatever book we’re reading.  The round-table dialogue is where the real miracle happens.  In the end, it’s not so much about the material in the book as it’s about our lives.  Yes, we’ve all learned new things from the material, but none of that compares with how much we’ve learned from each other.  We’ve taken the risk to become vulnerable and made safe space for others to do the same.  Those relationships, more than anything else, have been the real fruit of this enterprise.  If you haven’t come to Vespers before, I’d like to extend the invitation again.  We meet on Monday evenings at 6pm.  If you can’t make it then, don’t worry.  Our church offers other opportunities for that kind of sharing and growth.  There’s the Tuesday morning Prayer Group or the monthly study with the In His Name Women’s Missionary Society.  All of these are groups where deep discussion happens on a regular basis.  You might also find it by singing with others in the choir or serving as a deacon or elder.  All of these moments are opportunities that God gives us for clearing the elephants out of the room, for breaking the silence of loneliness, and  for growing together as a church community that provides for “the shelter, nurture, and spiritual fellowship of the children of God.”

Brennan Manning (1934-2013)

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It is with some sadness and some relief that I write of Brennan Manning’s death.

Brennan has been unwell for quite some time, with severely limited mobility and communication due to a neurological disorder.  Friends have been caring for him around the clock.  Their efforts have been most admirable, especially since Brennan was left homeless in the wake of Hurricane Sandy last fall.

During the last two decades, Brennan has become one of the world’s most well-known authors on spirituality and unconditional love.  I became aware of his writing through the singer-songwriter Rich Mullins (1955-1997), who was a personal friend of Brennan’s.

I like to imagine Rich meeting Brennan at the gate as he crosses over.  Oh, to be a fly on that wall today…

If you’ve never read any of Brennan’s work and want to, I can recommend no greater tome than his most famous book: The Ragamuffin Gospel.  I’ve read, re-read, given away, and re-bought this book more times than I can count.  I still don’t feel like I’ve sufficiently sounded the depths of its wisdom.

Click here to buy The Ragamuffin Gospel on Amazon.com

Here is a short excerpt:

In faith, there is movement and development. Each day something is new. To be Christian, faith has to be new – that is, alive and growing. It cannot be static, finished, settled. When Scripture, prayer, worship, ministry become routine, they are dead. When I conclude that I can now cope with the awful love of God, I have headed for the shallows to avoid the deeps. I could more easily contain Niagara Falls in a teacup than I can comprehend the wild, uncontainable love of God.

And I couldn’t resist posting this next line, from the same book, which is my personal favorite of all his sentences:

Aristotle said I am a rational animal, I say I am an angel with an incredible capacity for beer.

Out of Order

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Hell has frozen over. Someone outside the Presbyterian Church has shone an interest in our polity. Apparently, they’ve now made movies on every other conceivable subject known to humankind. We’re down at the very bottom of the list, right after that thrilling expose on the mating habits of slugs.

Seriously though, this is a documentary, made by a non-Presbyterian, about LGBTQ people pursuing ordained ministry in our denomination. My wife tells me that one of the subjects was a seminary classmate of a friend of ours. Small world? Nah, just a small denomination.

They’re looking for financial help to complete post-production. You can learn more about supporting the film by clicking here:
http://www.outoforderdoc.com/

An Open Letter to the Church from My Generation

This post has been making the rounds on the interwebs. Worth a read, folks!

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Church,

I got to go to the Macklemore concert on Friday night. If you want to hear about how that went, ask me, seriously, I want to talk about it until I die. The whole thing was great; but the best part was when Macklemore sang “Same Love.” Augustana’s gym was filled to the ceiling with 5,000 people, mostly aged 18-25, and decked out in thrift store gear (American flag bro-tanks, neon Nikes, MC Hammer pants. My Cowboy boyfriend wore Cowboy boots…not ironically….). The arena was brimming with excitement and adrenaline during every song, but when he started to play “Same Love,” the place about collapsed. Why? While the song is popular everywhere, no one, maybe not even Macklemore, feels its true tension like we do in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. If you’re not familiar, here’s the song:

Stop–did you watch it? Watch it.

Before the song, Macklemore spoke really…

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Why do they call it ‘Fasting’ when time seems to go so slowly?

ImageHey there Superfriends and Blogofans,

I figure I deprived you all of your guilty pleasure blog during Lent, so I at least owe you an explanation for how it went.

The short answer is that it went well.  No TV, Facebook, or blog was quite healthy for me.  We stopped having family dinners around the boob tube.  My wife and I noticed an increased frequency of much-needed heart-to-heart talks.  I was also able to reconnect with one of my dearest friends via email.  We live less than half an hour away from one another and see each other at least once a week, but we never seem to have time to talk.

One unexpected bit fun is that I made leaps forward in my music that I’d been trying to accomplish for years.  Back in college, I was really into the whole bleeding-heart Christian folksinger thing.  But by the time I graduated, I was really sick of two things:

  1. “Christian” music.
  2. Four chords, three verses, chorus, and bridge.

I was turned on to Michael Hedges and U2.  I had this idea in my head of a sound that combined fingerstyle acoustic guitar with chillout electronica.  Over the years, I haven’t had the means to make this happen.  A year or so ago, I started learning about synths and drum machines when I purchased an amazing software package called Reason 6.  A little later on, I also invested in a Yamaha USB interface for my guitar.  But I couldn’t get the interface to work right… until now.

Without the distraction of social media, I was able to put a lot of time and effort into it.  I can remember the moment when the breakthrough happened.  It was about 4:45 on a Thursday afternoon.  The interface was finally operational (thanks to the correct software drivers, which took forever to find) and I loaded a kind of funky, Latin electronic riff I had started working on with my brother-in-law last year.  The track had everything but a melody.  When I started improvising over the top with my acoustic, it was like watching a solar eclipse.  I never knew that something coming out of my hands could sound so good!

So that, Superfriends and Blogofans, is what made my Lenten exercise worthwhile.

However, since this season is supposed to be “spiritual” (whatever that means), I should probably say a few penitential words.

I caught myself (and was caught) cheating on the fast on more than one occasion.  If anything, this exercise showed me just how addicted I am to this never-ending stream of digital information that pulses through my eyes to my brain.  Even now, having been off the fast for over a week, I can still feel the dopamine hit I get every time I log on.  I’m not kidding, it feels like I’m getting high.  When I was off-line for extended periods of time, I got that anxious feeling like the room didn’t have enough air in it.

It’s well-known among those who fast that fasting never feels spiritual.  You just feel like crap the whole time.  What fasting does is highlight your inner struggles by taking away the addictive crutches you use to anesthetize yourself against the stress of living.  It makes you face reality in all of its shitty splendor.

That never feels good, but if you stick with it, you gain a tremendous amount of insight and self-knowledge.  You are so much more aware of what it is that you need to work on in your life.  In the end, it’s a fruitful exercise, but it sure is no fun.

So yup, I’ve apparently got stuff to work on.

Thanks for sharing the journey with me!

“Tis’ grace hath brought me safe thus far and grace shall lead me home.”

The Arc of the Universe

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Click here to listen to this sermon at fpcboonville.org

They say growing up is hard to do.  And I think they’re right.  Because growing up involves change and kids generally like to have a regular, predictable routine.  I remember one time when life interrupted my routine and I had to adjust to a new way of doing things.  It happened at the beginning of fifth grade.  I was having a hard time adjusting to my new classroom, my new teacher, and more challenging homework assignments.

When I finally had all I thought I could handle, I made an appointment to see the school guidance counselor, Mr. Arnold.  I walked into his office with my mind made up.  I had a plan.  I thought I already knew the solution to my problem, so I told him: “Mr. Arnold, this fifth grade stuff is too hard.  I don’t like my teacher, I can’t keep up with the material, and I’m just not happy here.  I’m obviously not ready for this.  I think I just need to back to fourth grade.”

Well, you can imagine what Mr. Arnold’s response was.  When he finally stopped laughing, he told me in no uncertain terms that returning to the fourth grade was not an option.  Then he introduced me to a new word, one that I’ve carried with me ever since.  To be honest, I think he made it up, but it describes so well what I was doing by asking to go back to fourth grade.  Mr. Arnold’s word was awfulizing.  He said, “You’re awfulizing this situation, and no, you can’t go back to the fourth grade.”  And then he explained what he meant by that:  my ten-year-old self was choosing to see only the negative parts of fifth grade and blowing them out of all rational proportion until I convinced myself that the only solution was to go backwards and stay in my old comfort zone.  By awfulizing the situation, I was basically just giving in to despair and giving up on life.  I was refusing to trust that life had given me enough resilience and adaptability to rise up and meet this new challenge.

Despair can be a powerful sedative.  Awfulizing, while cathartic, is an addictive anesthetic that keeps us from feeling our growing pains.  The upside is that it numbs our pain, but the downside is that it stunts our growth.  Evolution only happens through struggle.  Life has to be pushed past its previously known limits in order to adapt to new environments.

This is never easy.  When it happens in the biosphere, there is always struggle and the imminent risk of failure and death.  When it happens in the struggle for social justice, people stand up against powerful and entrenched institutions, like oppressive regimes, unjust laws, multinational corporations, and long-held beliefs, prejudices, and assumptions.  Change only happens slowly and with great effort.  Activist movements often struggle for generations before they reap a harvest from their labors.  They endure persecution, ostracism, imprisonment, and death.  Many lose hope and give up the fight along the way, but those who persevere become the catalysts for our social and spiritual evolution.  For example, who could have guessed on the night of the Stonewall riots that, within a generation, several countries, the president of the United States, multiple states, and even a few religious institutions would recognize the right to marriage equality?

Change happens slowly, but it does indeed happen.  Martin Luther King, Jr. famously said, “The arc of the universe is long, but it bends toward justice.”  Not many know this, but Dr. King was actually adapting the words of the famous 19th century Unitarian minister Theodore Parker.  Parker said, “I do not pretend to understand the moral universe, the arc is a long one, my eye reaches but little ways… But from what I see I am sure it bends towards justice.”

These words have been a source of comfort and hope to many in the struggle for justice.  But the question arises, How do we know?  How can one be so sure that this universe is arranged in such a way that we can be sure that right will win out in the end?  Well, the short answer is that we don’t.  Philosophers are quick to point out the naturalistic fallacy, a rule (if you will) of critical thinking which states that one cannot derive an Ought from an Is.  In other words, you cannot logically draw a definitive conclusion about the way things should be based on the way things are.  Take, for example, the following popular label on food and drug products: Contains All Natural Ingredients.  We consumers are supposed to look at that and think that, because the ingredients are all natural, they must therefore be good for you.  But we know that’s not true.  You want to know what else is natural?  Arsenic, Plutonium, and Hydrochloric Acid.  These things contain all natural ingredients as well, but I wouldn’t want to put any of them inside my body!  Just because something is natural doesn’t necessarily make it good.

So, how then can Rev. Parker and Dr. King say that the arc of the universe “bends toward justice”?

Well, I think we can start by looking at the facts.  There are certain things we know about the universe that we would almost certainly label as good.  How about the fact that we are here?  We exist.  Most would accept that fact as both true and good.  How then did this favorable state of affairs come about?

Let me tell you a story: it takes place on a planet where a race of life forms has learned how to extract a vital resource from its environment.  The downside is that the extraction process gives off a toxic gas that poisons the atmosphere.  These life forms, with wanton disregard for anything other than their own immediate needs, willingly pollute the atmosphere of their planet for generation after generation until the air is saturated with poison.  Yet, even then they continued their pollution.  They kept going until the vast majority of life on their planet had been eradicated.

This sounds like a sad beginning to a dystopian science fiction story, doesn’t it?  But it’s not.  There’s a lot more science than fiction in this story because it happened right here on our planet about 2.4 billion years ago in what scientists call the Great Oxygenation Event (GOE).  In the GOE, anaerobic cyanobacteria figured out how to extract hydrogen from water molecules.  The poisonous air pollution that resulted from this process was a toxic gas known as oxygen.  We don’t think of oxygen as pollution nowadays because we need it to live and breathe, but there was a time when it caused our planet’s first pollution crisis.  The fact that we are here now, breathing oxygen, is a testament to life’s amazing capacity to endure and adapt.

They say, “One person’s trash is another person’s treasure.”  You could say that’s certainly true in our case, where we now depend on oxygen for our very survival.  We could say that one era’s pollution is another era’s air!

Life is amazing, isn’t it?  The universe has taken almost 14 billion years to produce the people sitting in this room right now.  You and I are sitting here as the end-result of billions of years of evolutionary success.  Of course, we can’t say that it was all good, but I think most of us would agree that something must have gone right along the way!  We’ve gone from single-celled organisms to fish, to dinosaurs, to mammals, to primates, to humans.  We are the heirs of a vast evolutionary inheritance passed down from generations of ancestors leading all the way back to the stars themselves, in whose furnaces the atoms of our bodies were forged.

We’ve come so far, across eons and light years, to sit together in this room today.  That’s quite a pilgrimage!  We’ve overcome so much strain and adversity.  The odds were (exponentially) against us ever getting here in the first place, but we beat the odds.  We are here.  We have overcome.  In the words of Dr. King, we have hewn “out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope,” a precious jewel set into the ring of our being.  Our very existence on this planet is a testimony to hope.

Other ancestors have testified to this hope as well.  I’m thinking primarily of our predecessors in the liberal religious tradition: the Universalists.  They were the great prophets of hope.  They were the first to jettison doctrines of hellfire and damnation from their religion.  They refused to give up on anyone because they believed there is hope for all.  They taught that there is a place for everyone in this world and that all things will eventually come together for good.  Rev. John Murray, one of the founders of Universalism in America, once said, “You may possess only a small light, but uncover it, let it shine, use it in order to bring more light and understanding to the hearts and minds of men [and women]. Give them not Hell, but hope and courage.”

Liberal Universalist faith was founded on hope.  We are gathered here this morning as heirs of both the evolutionary and the Universalist legacies of hope.  We have more reason than most to draw strength and courage from this faith.

Sure, we can’t guarantee that any particular struggle for liberty or justice will immediately end in our favor.  No one can promise that.  But it seems, based on our scientific and religious history, that life itself can be trusted.  Life endures.  Life adapts.  Life overcomes.  This tendency seems to be woven into the fabric of the evolutionary process itself.  To put it in human terms, using symbolic language:

When we stand on the side of love, the universe stands with us.

“The arc of the universe is long, but it bends toward justice.”

This assertion, far from being a justification for fatalism and inaction, has the capacity to fill us with hope, strength, and courage.  When Desmond Tutu’s church in South Africa was once invaded and surrounded by a SWAT team during Sunday services, he stopped his sermon, calmly looked around, smiled, and said, “Since you have already lost, I would like to invite you to come and join the winning side.”  At this, the congregation erupted with joy and began dancing… right out into the street where more soldiers were waiting, weapons at the ready.  Not knowing what else to do, they stepped aside and let the dancers pass by unharmed.

Desmond Tutu’s faith that equality and justice would win out over evil in the end was the source of his amazing strength to keep going when the cause itself seemed hopeless.  His faith proved stronger and more enduring than the powers of Apartheid.  The strength of life itself flowed up and out through his heart, mind, and body as he committed his whole self to the evolution of the human spirit and society.

My hope this morning is that you and I might choose to trust life and embrace the faith of Desmond Tutu, Martin Luther King, and Theodore Parker.  May we come to know and feel the long, gentle arc of the universe, bending inexorably toward justice.  May we draw strength from this hope and rise again to meet the challenges of injustice, trusting that, no matter what happens, life will overcome.

May it be so.

Be blessed and be a blessing.

(Re-blog) Son of televangelists Jim and Tammy Faye, Jay Bakker to start church in Minneapolis

Reposted from the Star Tribune

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Bakker is looking for a Minneapolis location where he can mimic this stripped-down form of worship. No live band or music, no ornate trappings or traditions. Participants can talk about most any religious subject matter. Members of Emerging Church congregations like Bakker’s have often become disillusioned with institutionalized religion.

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My Favorite Pastors in TV & Film

Too often, clergy in fictional media are portrayed as either demonic, judgmental hypocrites or sincere, mostly nice, but still basically useless.  Hardly ever are we played as real, full human beings in our own right, complete with hopes and flaws.  Here are a few that shatter such misconceptions:

Shepherd-Book-WP-firefly-3087444-1152-864Shepherd BookFirefly, Serenity

Book: River, you don’t fix the Bible.
River: It’s broken. It doesn’t make sense.
Book: It’s not about making sense. It’s about believing in something, and letting that belief be real enough to change your life. It’s about faith. You don’t fix faith, River. It fixes you.

Dr. ChenFrank Lee Bukowski (a.k.a. Dr. Chen) – Eli Stone

Not technically a member of the clergy, but I included him anyway because Eli’s acupuncturist doubles as his spiritual advisor.

Eli Stone: But I don’t believe in God.
Dr. Frank Chen: Sure you do. You believe in right and wrong! You believe in justice and fairness! You believe in love! All those things are God!  And that… [points to sunset] that’s God too.”

stiller nortonFr. Brian Finn & Rabbi Jake SchramKeeping the Faith

The truth is, I don’t really learn that much about your faith by asking questions like that… because those aren’t really questions about faith, those are questions about religion. And it’s very important to understand the difference between religion and faith. Because faith is not about having the right answers. Faith is a feeling. Faith is a hunch, really. It’s a hunch that there is something bigger connecting it all… connecting us all together. And that feeling, that hunch, is God. And coming here tonight, on your Sunday evening… to connect with that feeling, that is an act of faith.

sewellRev. Marilyn SewellRaw Faith

This one almost didn’t make the list since she’s a real person, but the documentary on her was so amazing, I just had to include it!

“There’s a lot of beauty in this world… and I expect that you’ll be a big part of it.”

The_Godparent_Trap_19Father MikeThe New Normal

I should confess that I don’t really follow this show, but my wife does and she made me sit through this episode just to see this scene.  It was worth it.

“I never bought that Jesus-is-a-blissed-out-hippie crap. The man was pissed off.” He was “the Chuck Norris of his day,” and to turn the other cheek was “an act of defiance. It meant: I will see your insult and raise you a ‘suck it!'” Jesus “saw hypocrisy and injustice and said ‘Seriously? You guys are idiots. This has got to change!'”

vedek-bareil_786_posterVedek Bareil AntosStar Trek: Deep Space Nine

Major Kira: I’m useless here.
Vedek Bareil: So?
Major Kira: So? I… I need to feel useful.
Vedek Bareil: It might be interesting to explore ‘useless’ for a while – see how it feels.

vicar_of_dibley_geraldine_grangerRev. Geraldine Granger The Vicar of Dibley

Anyone who has ever had to sit through a parish council, session, or church board meeting will laugh at this show.

Geraldine: You were expecting a bloke; beard, Bible, bad breath.
David Horton: Yes, that sort of thing.
Geraldine: Yeah. And instead you got a babe with a bob-cut and a magnificent bosom.

One More in the Name of Love

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Today marks 45 years since the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

I want to share this video from the Anti-Defamation League:

[youtube:http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=3KyvlMJefR4%5D

Of course, I had to share this as well:

[youtube:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56mjwycKuXA%5D

Here is another headline I read this morning.  In the spirit of today, I think it belongs in this post as well:

Evangelical Pastor Fired for Supporting Marriage Equality and LGBT Inclusion

“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere” -MLK