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Who Are You?
This week’s sermon from First Pres, Boonville.
The text is John 1:6-8, 19-28.
Click here to listen at fpcboonville.org
I was at a church meeting in Lyons Falls this past week and brought my daughter along in tow. She played while the grownups talked. During the meeting, she came up to sit in my lap. I asked her, “Don’t you want to go back and play with your puzzle?” She replied, “The puzzle is broken.”
After the meeting was over, Diane Hausserman and I were helping to clean up the room and we discovered what she meant. There was this one puzzle that was being totally uncooperative. I don’t know why they called it a “kids puzzle” because it apparently takes two full-grown adults to get the job done!
It took us a while to get all the pieces together. When we finally did, we could tell that the picture on the puzzle was supposed to be Jesus (precisely what one would expect to find in a church nursery). But, even when we had all the pieces together and arranged in the right order, we discovered an additional problem: for some reason, the pieces just didn’t want to fit inside the frame! So there we were: two educated adults, one a pastor and the other an elder in the church, who were pushing, pounding, rearranging, and then pounding again all because we wanted Jesus to fit nicely and neatly inside our convenient little frame, so that we could put him back on the shelf at church (where he belongs) and then go home.
I had to laugh at the irony of the situation. It’s a perfect metaphor for what people do all the time. We do it with each other, we do it with God, and we even do it with ourselves. We’re not the first to do it, either. Look at this morning’s reading from John’s gospel, we can see people trying to force John the Baptist, that great puzzle of a prophet, into their own neat and tidy little frame.
This is the second week in a row that we’ve talked about John. Last week, we talked about the fact that he was a person of great faith, a prophet even, who wasn’t afraid to get loud and shake things up when necessary. This week, I want to look at John as a prophet who could not be squeezed into a framework of preconceived notions and categories.
After John first showed up and started causing a stir in Judea, the religious authorities took notice and sent a committee to interview him. They wanted to know what to do with him. Was he a dangerous radical? Was he a heretic? Could he be the real thing?
Their list of questions centered around one core question: “Who are you?” And they presented it as a multiple choice question.
Are you:
a. The Messiah.
b. Elijah.
c. The Prophet.
First, they wanted to know if John considered himself to be the Messiah. We are all familiar with this term. It was later applied to Jesus. In Hebrew, it means “Anointed” and referred to a coming king who was supposed to liberate Israel from foreign occupation and inspire the people to follow the laws of the Torah. Many modern day Jews still await the coming of their Messiah. Christians believe that Jesus filled this role during his lifetime (although they radically reinterpret the meaning of the word). In the days when John the Baptist was alive, lots of revolutionary leaders were jumping up and saying “I’m the Messiah!” These violent revolutionaries (one might call them terrorists) did more harm than good, so the leaders of the religious establishment knew to not take them too seriously. In that sense, asking John whether he was the Messiah was a loaded question. If he said “Yes” then they would automatically know that he wasn’t the real Messiah. But John didn’t fall into their trap. He answered right away, “I am not the Messiah.”
Next, they wanted to know whether John was Elijah. As we mentioned last week, John acted and dressed in such a way that reminded people of Elijah, one of Israel’s ancient heroes. What made that possibility even more important was something said by another Jewish prophet named Malachi. Speaking in the name of Israel’s God, Yahweh, Malachi said, “Lo, I will send you the prophet Elijah before the great and terrible day of the Lord comes. He will turn the hearts of parents to their children and the hearts of children to their parents, so that I will not come and strike the land with a curse.” The rabbis and theologians in John’s day understood this to mean that Elijah, who, according to Jewish legend, had been taken up into heaven alive, riding on a chariot of fire, would one day return to earth, and that his return would herald the coming of the Messiah. So, like the first answer, this was another trick question. If John answered “Yes” then they would know that he still had some kind of Messianic agenda and was a potential threat to national security, which depended on keeping the Romans happy. Once again, John dodged the bullet by answering, “No.”
Finally, the religious authorities asked John whether he was “the prophet.” By asking this, they were referring to a passage in the book of Deuteronomy, where Moses tells the Hebrews, “Yahweh your God will raise up for you a prophet like me from among your own people; you shall heed such a prophet.” Some rabbis thought Moses was referring to a particular person whose appearance, like Elijah’s, would herald the coming of the Messiah. Others thought Moses was simply referring to prophets in general. Whichever interpretation was implied in the question, John once again declined the opportunity to take up that mantle.
Given options a., b., and c., John goes for:
d. None of the above
What’s odd here is that, elsewhere in the New Testament, John is very much regarded as a prophet, even the greatest of all prophets. Also, Jesus himself directly identifies John with Elijah. Why then wouldn’t John publicly acknowledge who he really was?
We’ve already addressed some of the political concerns associated with such a loaded term as “Elijah.” But I’m going to go out on a limb here and suggest that there may have been a deeper reason why John didn’t feel the need to have the proper labels attached to him. Perhaps, for John, being was more important than appearances. This conviction is beautifully summed up in the Latin phrase that serves as the state motto of North Carolina, where I grew up: Esse Quam Videri. “To be rather than to seem.”
Being and living out of his true self is far more important to John than any title or position. John may have been the long-predicted prophet or even Elijah himself, but he didn’t need to be recognized as such in order for his ministry to be authentic.
For the religious authorities, on the other hand, recognition was everything. They wanted John to have an official title so that they could fit him inside their little frame, put him back on the shelf, and forget about him.
You and I do this all the time. We like to use names and buzzwords to organize and separate people into categories. Instead of “Messiah” or “prophet,” we use words like:
- Male and female
- Black and white
- American and Afghani
- Liberal and conservative
- Gay and straight
- Christian and Muslim
We attach labels to people so that we can dismiss them and not listen to what they have to say. Like that puzzle, we fit all the pieces into a neat little frame and put them on a shelf in the back of our minds. But people are complicated and tend to resist being categorized so easily. When we do that, we only cheat ourselves out of the opportunity to learn something important from another person.
More importantly, when we categorize and dismiss other people like that, we’re really doing it to God. The Bible tells us that every human being is made “in the image of God.” Every human life is a prism that reflects and refracts the eternal light of divine mystery in a way that is totally unique to that person. When we shut our eyes to that rainbow of light, we are ultimately turning away from God. It’s God that we’re putting on that shelf in the back of our minds when reality doesn’t conform to our simplistic expectations.
Finally, if we’re going to try and open ourselves up to the light of God that shines through the lives of our fellow human beings (like it shone through the prophet John the Baptist), we need to start by recognizing how that light shines through ourselves. You too are made in the image of God. The eternal light of divine mystery shines through you in a way that it utterly unique unto you. There are truths about God that only you can reveal to the world. If it weren’t for you, something of God would be lost to the world forever.
All of us have internal “tapes” or “scripts” that we play over and over again in our heads. We categorize ourselves. We think these messages tell us who we are. These internal tapes say things like:
- “I’m no good”
- “I’ll never amount to anything”
- “Nobody will ever love me”
- “I could never do that”
- “I’m too fat/short/skinny/tall”
- And many others…
All people have tapes like these playing in their heads. The particular words may vary from person to person, but the result is the same: you are trying to force yourself into those same old categories rather than see yourself as you truly are: a human being, unconditionally loved, and made in the image of God. Learning to love yourself in that way and letting that love drown out the noise of the tapes playing in your head is best way to let the light of God shine through the prism of your life.
My prayer for you, as we move through this Advent season and into Christmas, is that you would be a person like John the Baptist, who refused to be put into any neat and tidy categories. I pray that you would be able to see the “light of the world” shining in your own face, so that you can go out into the world and see it shining in the faces of the people around you. I pray that you, like John the Baptist, will be “a witness to testify to the light, so that all might believe.” Testify to the light. Tell the world what you have seen. Tell them how you found that light in yourself and how you see it in them. Rise above the categories that this world imposes upon people. Be who you really are. Take the holy light that shines so uniquely in you and sing out loud, “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine. Let it shine! Let it shine! Let it shine!”
Get Loud
Earlier this week, I posted an article on Facebook about a Stella Harville and Ticha Chikuni, a couple who was denied membership at Gulnare Free Will Baptist Church in eastern Kentucky because they are an interracial couple.
You can read the article by clicking here.
In the comments, my new friend Jaime asked, “What can I do, how can I have a positive impact as a Christian against this type of hate and bigotry?” I started sketching my thoughts and decided to post them in my blog, rather than on Facebook.
What can we do? That’s the big question. What gets to me at this time each year is the constant, self-righteous whining about “keeping ‘Christ’ in ‘Christmas'”. If there’s anything that’s going to make Christ mad enough to flip over some tables, I’m guessing it’s probably going to be the above article, rather than ‘Happy Holidays’. I also seem to remember that the most famous example of Jesus getting THAT angry took place in a house of worship.
I don’t have the answer to that question. Whoever does will be the next Martin Luther. All I’ve got right now are a few ideas that I’ve been trying to work out in my life. I’ll share them here. If anyone finds them helpful, please feel free to steal them. Again: no answers, just ideas.
1. Honesty. I want to own the truth about how racist/sexist/homophobic I really am. It seems like everybody likes to start these discussions with the phrase: “I’m not racist/sexist/homophobic but…”. But the cold, hard fact is that, half a century after Martin Luther King, I still live in a country where 85% of the people on death row are African American, women make 75 cents for every dollar a man makes, and the suicide rate among LGBT youth is twice that of their peers. It’s like we’ve settled into this pattern where it’s okay to BE racist/sexist/homophobic as long as I don’t SAY I am. As a privileged white, male, heterosexual Christian, I’m thinking it’s time for me to sit with the prophet Isaiah and confess, “Woe is me! For I am a man of unclean lips and I live among a people of unclean lips, yet I am encountering the face of reality!”
2. Proximity. Our culture has sped up the amount and rate of information exchange to the point where it’s all becoming a big blur that goes by while we stay isolated behind ‘screens’ (kind of like I’m doing right now). We don’t actually have to face each other or get close to one another anymore. We can just blast them in anonymous comments on YouTube. We end up saying things we would never say in the real world. I wonder if it’s really a coincidence that political dialogue became so extremely polarized in the same decade that Facebook, YouTube, and Twitter emerged? How many members of Westboro Baptist Church have openly gay friends/family? How many members of the church in the above article have close friends of another race? Speaking for myself, the point when I started questioning my homophobia came when I realized that some people I love are gay. I care a whole lot more about sexism now that I have a daughter. And so on…
It’s hard to hate (or ignore) a group when people you love are part of it.
3. Education. I am woefully ignorant about issues of inequality and established injustice. I find that most folks are. It’s only been in the last few years that I’ve become aware of the difference between personal prejudice and systemic oppression. Most folks seem to think that racism/sexism/homophobia has to do with their personal feelings. Cornel West and bell hooks have been most enlightening in helping me recognize that one can have friends of another race and still be racist. I have a lot more to learn if dismantling injustice really matters to me.
4. Simplicity. The flip-side of the need for education is our need to keep the message clear to those who are not educated. The Right seems to claim a monopoly on ‘common sense’, folksy wisdom, and ‘family values’. We tend to show up with charts and figures of trends and projections. All of that is super-important because we need the facts to support what we’re saying, but I’ve noticed that a lot of people eventually get lost and check out of the conversation before we’ve even made our point. We’ve got to find some way to keep it clear, simple, and short.
5. Volume. I was recently listening to Dan Savage talk about how frustrated he gets when liberal Christians come up to him and whisper, “Psst! We’re not all homophobic.” Dan said how he wants to tell them to stop whispering that to him and start shouting it to Pat Robertson. Progressive types (especially progressive Christians) are so eager to appear different from the screaming Bible-thumpers, we hardly raise our voices at all. We sit quietly in our churches and don’t bother anyone else… ever. Well, what if people need to be bothered? To paraphrase Gustavo Gutierrez: Silence is a vote in favor of oppression. Being “liberal” or progressive does not equal “politically correct”. I need to get up off my fat butt, get over my fear of offending someone, get out there where people are suffering, and GET LOUD.
Those are my ideas. Who is with me?
Abundance at Christmas
I was in Price Chopper last week and noticed teeny little shopping carts with “Customer in Training” written on the side. It occurred to me that training was a very appropriate word to use in that situation. Our entire culture trains us to be good consumers from the time when we are young enough to walk and talk. We are trained to believe in the power of scarcity. We are trained to believe that security lies in our ability to take all we can for ourselves in this dog-eat-dog world. Most of us have been so well-trained that we cannot even imagine society being other than it is.
The radical message of Advent and Christmas is that the way things are is not the way things have to be. With Christ’s entrance into history, a new world becomes possible. The life of Jesus demonstrated a deep and personal trust in the sheer abundance of providence. He dressed like the lilies of the field and feasted like the birds of the air. In the upside-down economy of heaven, one’s supply of love increases as it is given away. In the new world that Christ ushers in, power is obtained through service, security through sacrifice, and justice through mercy. The presence of Immanuel (‘God with us’) is meant to inspire our imaginations into visualizing and actualizing this new reality here and now. Faith is the measure of our ability to trust the word of Christ over and against the way of the world. Will we give ourselves over to this faith in the coming holiday season?
As I walked back out to my car after seeing the “Customer in Training” cart at Price Chopper, an SUV pulled into the parking lot with music so loud I could hear the lyrics as I put my groceries into my trunk: “I barely get by! I barely get by!”
This is the heart-song of our society. Its message of scarcity, competition, and consumerism trains us to believe that we’re always only “barely getting by”. So, after a single Thursday of giving thanks, we charge out into the deep darkness of Black Friday, intent to grab all we can before someone else gets it. Last year, a store employee was trampled to death. This year, customers used pepper spray on each other. So desperate are we to fulfill our perceived wants and needs! So convinced are we that we’re only ever “barely getting by”!
During this Advent and Christmas season, let’s trust in the word of Christ, who “came that they may have life, and have it abundantly”, according to John 10:10. We are not “barely getting by”. We are blessed. Let’s give thanks by giving back, in whatever way we can, out of the abundance that has been heaped upon us.
The following prayer, attributed to St. Francis of Assisi, speaks to me as the prayer of a heart soaked in abundance. Let this be our prayer as we journey from Thanksgiving, through Advent, to Christmas:
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, hope. Where there is darkness, light. Where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console; to be understood, as to understand; to be loved, as to love. For it is in giving that we receive. It is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life. Amen.
Why I’m (not) a Heretic
This post is a follow-up to my previous one (see ‘Internet Heretic Superstar‘). A former seminary classmate asked me over Facebook why I chose to use the term ‘heretic’ in describing myself in that post. This is my response to her question. Many thanks to Ahna Phillips for getting me to explore interesting questions!
I use the term heretic in a (somewhat) sarcastic way. Do I really think of myself as a heretic? No and yes. No, I don’t think that I’ve been deceived by lies and led away from the truth to the peril of my soul. On the other hand, the word ‘heretic’ comes from the Greek word for ‘choice’. As you know, it initially referred to those who embraced their own ‘chosen’ faith rather than orthodox tradition. In that sense, one could say there is a ‘heretical’ element to all Liberal, Evangelical, Reformed, Protestant, and Christian faith. Each of these broke with its mother tradition at some point in order to pursue a new vision of faithfulness. Jesus himself was once branded as an insane and demon-possessed terrorist/heretic. One could argue that being called a heretic is indeed a badge of honor insofar as it puts one in a position of solidarity with the Christ.
As for me personally, I use the term ‘heretic’ intentionally in order to describe a theological shift that’s been happening in me this past year. For the last decade or so, I’ve hovered on the very edge of the Evangelical world (in the territory generally occupied by the so-called ‘Emergent’ types). Over the last twelve months, certain events have transpired that lead me to realize that I cannot authentically or conscientiously continue to identify myself as an ‘Evangelical’ (even in the ‘Emergent’ sense).
I’ll discuss two of these events here:
First, I resigned from the priesthood in the Free Episcopal Church for various ethical, professional, and personal reasons. An unfortunate side-effect of this move is that I was cut-off from the more catholic expression of my faith, which had been a kind of anchor for me. Without that particular expression of worship, there was apparently little to keep me in conformity with traditional doctrine. I’ve continued my ministry in the Presbyterian Church (USA), where the liturgical/sacramental aspect is not emphasized as much. There is considerable theological diversity in the PC(USA), ranging from conservative/evangelical to progressive/liberal. The colleagues with whom I associate and the presbytery in which I serve (Utica) are generally representative of the latter. Iron sharpens iron, as they say.
Second, I came under intense fire last summer when I went on local TV as a pastor in support of my state’s new same-sex marriage legislation. While many of my committed Evangelical friends and family were extremely understanding, respectful, and supportive of me, the backlash from the broader community was astounding. The Rescue Mission of Utica, where I had worked and volunteered for over five years banned me from preaching in their chapel services. An Orthodox priest I know is no longer on speaking terms with me because I supposedly “blasphemed the Holy Spirit” by supporting this legislation. Violent hate mail directed toward me poured in through newspapers and the TV station. I realized then that the Christianity they practice bears little resemblance to the Christianity I practice. Self-identifying as Evangelical would be both inaccurate and disrespectful to Evangelicals and to me.
On the other hand, I’m finding that personal distance from the term ‘Evangelical’ is allowing me to appreciate certain things about their tradition that I would otherwise miss because I was too busy trying to fight back and prove myself as ‘one of them’. For example, I’m finding that I respect the Evangelical commitment to studying the Bible, personal spirituality, and engaging in mission. These are gifts from which the larger Christian community can reap blessings. Too many folks in the progressive/liberal mainline are stuck in old patterns of institutional maintenance, dry rote, and biblical illiteracy. Evangelicals have something to teach me, even if I can no longer count myself as one of them.
Internet Heretic Superstar
You know you’re a real Internet Heretic Superstar when you get requests for interviews.
But I don’t think it counts when it comes from your former roommate (shades of Spaceballs: “I am your father’s brother’s nephew’s cousin’s former roommate“).
This particular request came from Brian Kingbird, who I bunked with during my Freshman year at Appalachian State. Our conversation is part of Brian’s ordination process in the United Methodist Church. Send him your best thoughts, prayers, vibes, and/or small animal sacrifices (I’ll donate one of my cats if you don’t want to use your own).
As I was typing my answers, my only intent was to be honest. When I was done, my answers surprised me. This year, I’ve come to new levels of honesty with myself over just how far I’ve traveled from the theological territory where I started my journey. I remember shaking my head at people like me only ten years ago. Now, I’ve become “that guy”.
Anyway, here’s what I wrote:
How has your relationship with God developed over your lifetime?
Life with God, for me, has been a long and meandering process of evolution. I use the term evolution deliberately, despite the controversy surrounding its use in church. One of the core principles of evolution (in the biological sense) is the emergence of life from death. Organisms pass on their DNA to future generations and further the growth and development of species. In the spiritual sense, the concept of evolution bears striking resemblance to the way of the cross, as described by Jesus. Out of his death, new life was born. He taught his followers to follow him in this respect. Jesus says, “If any want to become my followers, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.” In another place he says, “Very truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.” New life is born out of death and it is as I follow the way of the cross that I discover an ongoing resurrection taking place within me. This continual path of death and resurrection has led me into, between, and through several different corners of the Christian world: from evangelicalism to the charismatic movement, the Episcopal priesthood, and most recently to congregational ministry in a Presbyterian church.
I also find that many of my own thoughts and opinions about theology, morality, and spirituality have undergone a similar process of evolution over time. There has been death and resurrection there as well. For example, I never could have imagined in high school or college that I would one day have a ministry as a chaplain to the gay and lesbian community. God has led me to become a spiritual companion to people who have been exiled from their churches of origin because of their sexual orientation. Being an advocate for their equal rights has become a major part of my work as a pastor. This particular aspect of my ministry has brought me into no small amount of conflict with many in the church who believe the Bible speaks clearly about homosexuality as sinful.
For me, my faith in Jesus, Christianity, and Bible has brought me to a place where grace trumps legalism and intelligent faith trumps blind faith. I am comfortable with ideas like same-sex marriage and the theory of evolution. I value the blessings of interfaith dialogue and fully expect to encounter many faithful non-Christians in the kingdom of heaven. Rather than a move away from Christian faith, these developments have arisen out of my ongoing attempt to take Jesus, Christianity, and the Bible seriously. I am continually and pleasantly surprised to find that Christianity still has much inspiration and guidance to offer me as I move into ideological territory that would have been unthinkable for me only a few years ago. I go forward into the future, trying to stay open-minded, and fully expecting to be surprised at what God has in store for me as my faith continues to evolve.
How does being Christian affect your daily life?
If I had a favorite Bible verse, it would be 1 John 4:16: “God is love and those who live in love live in God, and God lives in them.” These words provide me with ample fuel for spiritual and ethical meditation. What it says to me is that God is not some distant and all-powerful authority figure who sits on some golden throne above the clouds in an alternate dimension. Instead, God is a mysterious and loving presence who can be experienced here, on this earth and in this life. If I want to serve God, I can only do so by loving my fellow human beings. Anywhere there is love, there is God, regardless of whether the name of God is verbally spoken or not. As Jesus told his followers in Matthew 25: “Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.” I love the baptismal vows in the Episcopal Book of Common Prayer, where the new Christian pledges to “seek and serve Christ in all persons” and “strive for justice and peace among all people, and respect the dignity of every human being”. At the end of every Sunday service, I charge my congregation with these words from the Presbyterian Book of Common Worship: “Go out into the world in peace; have courage; hold on to what is good; return no one evil for evil; strengthen the fainthearted; support the weak, and help the suffering; honor all people; love and serve the Lord, rejoicing in the power of the Holy Spirit.” For me, this is what it means to be a Christian in my daily life.
How are you in (your) ministry in the world?
My “ministry in the world” is largely shaped by the principles outlined in the previous question. I find that working as a pastor is the easiest way for me to live out that universal Christian calling. Specifically, I am interested in ministries of social justice and mercy: alleviating the effects of poverty and eliminating the causes of poverty. I try to nurture relationships with those who exist outside the bounds of institutional religion. I have already mentioned my work with the gay and lesbian community. Another issue close to my heart is homelessness. I spent several years of my life during and after seminary working with people on the street who struggle with hunger, illness, and addiction. My first job was to be a faithful friend and my second job was to provide assistance where possible. Sometimes, this would lead to conversations about religion and spirituality. Sometimes, people would start coming to my church or seek a more active and conscious relationship with God. I was always open about my faith and inviting people into Christian community, but I am careful to never make conversion a prerequisite for relationship or assistance. My hope is that others will see Christ in me as I try to “seek and serve” Christ in them.
I am also passionate about the liturgical aspect of my ministry. The nurture of the church’s ministry through Word and Sacrament is, in my mind, what makes us uniquely Christian. I try to help people open the Bible for themselves and listen for inspiration and guidance from the Holy Spirit through its pages. I lead a weekly Bible study using the lectio divina method of simultaneous prayer and reading. I am also an advocate for more regular celebrations of the sacrament of the Eucharist (also known as the Lord’s Supper or Holy Communion) in our church. I believe that Christ is truly present in this mystery, feeding and empowering the people of God with his very self. As we come to recognize Christ’s presence in these physical elements, I believe we will be more able to recognize Christ’s presence in the rest of the world. The meaning of this sacrament is quite simple and can be taught in a single Sunday school lesson, but the regular and frequent experience of this sacrament opens us up to ever deepening levels of truth and spiritual reality. In essence, Communion is caught, not taught.
What (do you think) are the gifts of discipleship?
There are two ways I might answer that question. First, I could understand “the gifts of discipleship” to be gifts given by the Holy Spirit to empower us in our daily Christian living. On the other hand, I could see “the gifts of discipleship” as the blessings that arise from the process of being Christ’s disciple. For the sake of brevity, clarity, and simplicity, I will choose to take the second meaning as the one I will keep in mind as I answer the question. The primary blessing that I receive in my life as a disciple is a growing sense of connectedness. I love that the Latin word religion literally means “to re-connect”. Through Christ, I re-connect with God, myself, my neighbors, and creation. Paraphrasing the words of theologian Paul Tillich, sin is separation from these things (God/self/neighbor/creation). Through grace, I am reconnected with them. I honor God’s grace by passing it on in deeds of love and mercy. Grace becomes an experienced reality of connectedness and restored relationship.
What are the challenges (to your ministry), if any?
In a general sense, the biggest challenges to my ministry come from my own ego and selfish failings. The phone rings with one more person needing assistance or another annoying drunk person who wants to spend all day chatting. I get so busy with sermon writing and bulletin printing that I ignore my daughter’s pleas for attention. I exhaust myself at work to the point where I take no time to care for myself with proper food and rest.
On a more specific level, my most recent ministry challenges have to do with the specific issues that arise within congregational ministry. In the first two years after my ordination as an Episcopal priest, I worked as a chaplain. There was a constantly changing stream of people who came through my office seeking help. This is the first time that I’ve worked with a larger organization with long-term members. I am also more involved in practical administration and daily leadership. This requires that I develop a new set of skills and nurture deeper and more long-term relationships with the people under my care. It’s a new challenge for me, but a welcome one.
The Charis Project
Very cool thing started by Aaron and Carrien Blue, my housemates from seminary.
Check it out:
Descent Into Sanity
Be still and know that I am God.
Be still and know that I am.
Be still and know.
Be still.
Be.
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Note: I recently discovered that I unintentionally plagiarized this poem. Call it a case of unconscious memory. When I first wrote this post, I thought it was original to me, but then I went back and picked up the book Everything Belongs by Richard Rohr and found this same poem within its pages. Oh, the embarrassment! So, mea culpa: this poem is not original to me, but can be found on page 62 of Everything Belongs by Richard Rohr. Apologies.
Maladjustment
One of my favorite paragraphs from Martin Luther King, Jr.
Copied from teachingamericanhistory.org
Modern psychology has a word that is probably used more than any other word. It is the word “maladjusted.” Now we all should seek to live a well—adjusted life in order to avoid neurotic and schizophrenic personalities. But there are some things within our social order to which I am proud to be maladjusted and to which I call upon you to be maladjusted. I never intend to adjust myself to segregation and discrimination. I never intend to adjust myself to mob rule. I never intend to adjust myself to the tragic effects of the methods of physical violence and to tragic militarism. I call upon you to be maladjusted to such things. I call upon you to be as maladjusted to such things. I call upon you to be as maladjusted as Amos who in the midst of the injustices of his day cried out in words that echo across the generation, “Let judgment run down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.” As maladjusted as Abraham Lincoln who had the vision to see that this nation could not exist half slave and half free. As maladjusted as Jefferson, who in the midst of an age amazingly adjusted to slavery could cry out, “All men are created equal and are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights and that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” As maladjusted as Jesus of Nazareth who dreamed a dream of the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man. God grant that we will be so maladjusted that we will be able to go out and change our world and our civilization. And then we will be able to move from the bleak and desolate midnight of man’s inhumanity to man to the bright and glittering daybreak of freedom and justice.
Hopping Hadrian's Wall 