Tuesday, June 2, 2020

Pentecost Still

June 1, 2020

It is the Monday after Pentecost.   I’m glad I have this day to reflect on a slightly unsatisfied – not necessarily dissatisfied – spirit within me.  It is as though the fires of Pentecost left me a little ‘underwhelmed’ as a friend of mine once quipped.  In these days of Corona services including ever novel ways of doing that which must still be done – going to church at least for those of us who have the habit – I saw digital flames atop children playing nicely with friends, grandmas reading to little ones, young people reading the Bible together, neighbors carrying groceries to quarantined friends, and even some flames wiggling a little on a couple of rubiks cubes.  The sermons and the illustrations spoke creatively to our circumstance, even offering thoughtful suggestions on how we might not let flames get too big (out of control), the possibility of flames cleansing or clearing debris, purifying, etc.  Helpful and edifying, all of this, including the testimony of one of the preachers that on Pentecost Sunday a number of years ago he was baptized upon his confession of faith.

It was all good, and provided some satisfaction as I sat at my laptop.  In fact, I was grateful for this rather than some of the other neighborhood activities going on, like tinkering in personal garages or mowing lawns or clipping at things in their worldly back yards (Oh yes, my church habit so ingrained it even survived twenty years of long haul trucking).  This, however, was Pentecost, and in my mind it requires more.  This is not merely an occasion to assuage the church-going conscience. 

Pentecost is that fiftieth day after Easter which was, and still is, the day of earth shaking experience for those who had just endured, agonized, wondered, wept and marveled at all things just transpired.  A mighty wind appeared where they had gathered to pray, and tongues, as of fire, rested on each of them (Acts 2:2-3).  Pentecost is dramatic undeniable verification of Jesus’ words spoken about Holy Spirit just before his crucifixion (John 14:26), shortly after the resurrection (John 20:22), and even just ten days prior at ascension (Acts 1:8).  Pentecost appears in the Bible in the book of Acts, often also labeled the Acts of the Holy Spirit.  The rest of the Bible from thereon to the final chapter of the last book, Revelation, is a description of the experiences, adventures, teachings and relationships with those freshly Holy Spirit empowered apostles of the faith doing that which Jesus had instructed them to.  And no longer are we dealing with the twelve or even the 120.  It's larger than that; it's a pandemic!  The Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved  (Acts 2:47).

Pentecost is about wind of the spirit, it is about the Hebrew ruach and the Greek pneuma.  It is about God, creator God, breathing extra life into his creatures.  New life, new meaning, new confidence, new joy, to the extent that windows rattle, that rough places look simple and mountains are climbable.  Pentecost is at least one day in the church year when we get to proclaim and maybe even experience (?) the Power source.

Churches, no matter the denomination, are not churches if there not be a divine anointing.  I just read an essay “Glossolalia: Divine Speech or man-made Language?  A psychological analysis of the gift of speaking in tongues in the Pentecostal Churches in Botswana” by James N. Amanze (University of Botswana, 2015).  I happened upon this academic on-line paper recently and kept on reading because it referred specifically to an African country in its title and for me that raised the expectation that I might read a unique spirit interpretation of Glossolalia (ecstatic utterance) from another country possibly a different perspective.  This is a topic which has held my interest almost forever - even wrote an undergrad term paper on it in Bible College many years back!  Surprise, this paper by Amanze pursues the topic in what I would characterize as simple familiar format - as I would have expected from any of my college teachers. The conclusion however is uniquely fascinating.  Says the author, theologically glossolalia is God communicating in tongues in another language.  Psychologically, however, the conclusion is that it always happens in anxiety or stressed circumstance!  Also interesting, this is a study done by a Pentecostal professor.  Reviews indicate varieties of response even from reviewers who are of the Pentecostal church. I am intrigued to observe Pentecostals speaking or writing about this in similar manner as I or any fellow students have or might continue to do. Denominational lines become slightly more blurred when one studies divine outpouring.  The conversation is accessible for anyone who might wish to participate. Clearly the Pentecost incident, as described in the Bible, was not prepared for Pentecostals only or for one particular culture only.  It's for any who had or would yet become followers of Jesus!  

Perhaps this is why as an evangelical Mennonite I have an ongoing Pentecostal neediness.  Mennonite Christians are not known for much emotion, so kind of hoping that AT LEAST on this day there might be some outpouring!  Might there be at least some rippling of the sails or some extra exuberance or perhaps opportunity to celebrate the new faith of some by baptism!  [As indicated in a previous blogpost “Holy Week Battle” (April 7) my Old Colony Mennonite background may have instilled in me a bit of church year yen, including a good appreciation of the Lectionary to organize church services].  In addition to my need for baptisms on Pentecost Sunday I’m also ready for singing till the rafters shake.  I need confident proclamatory anointed preaching, and yes, also open for speaking in tongues or unplanned prophetic utterances if need should arise. The charismatic movement is not lost on me.  Indeed I'm an Anabaptist, neither Catholic nor Protestant (Walter Klaassen, 1973).   Check out 1 Corinthians 12 – 14.  It’s everywhere in the early church.

I write this stridently as a retired preacher, perhaps with a little abandon.  After all there is no need for caution lest my salary be jeopardized!  This is a testimony of what’s important to me, ie an open dependence on the anointed obvious presence of God, both in Word and Spirit.  Also, it's a declaration of what I believe important for the upcoming years.  The organized church consisting of hundreds of denominations has fallen on hard times.  The reason for that is because the church is now modeling itself on modern societal individualism.  Organizational structures, salaries, and safe workplace guidelines seem more important than pastoral care of the faithful (and the faithless). We think we are 2000 years beyond that Acts 2 Pentecost Service and all we must do is interpret that for our own denomination, be it Catholic, Orthodox, Protestant (and its myriad of Reformed or Evangelical or Ecumenical variations), and of course the Anabaptists and Quakers run right into Mormons and spiritists and unaffiliated sectarian groups often qualifying as cults.  No, we are not beyond Acts 2.  Church history has included many wars and many books, but now will need to rethink denominations. Tongues may eventually become the language of Mennonites and maybe Catholics and even in sweat-lodges in Indigenous communities.  In fact church history will need to become a reflection of how God was and continues to be here for all persons, all faiths. 

Oh yes, even before Acts 2, Jesus had given an instruct to those same disciples.  “Go therefore and make disciples of all nations”.  (Matthew 28:19).   More than ever we need that original Pentecost now.  And now just one more look at Acts 2: 8 and 11.   Then how is it that each of us hears them in our native language?  —we hear them declaring the wonders of God in our own tongues!” 

God has a language and a place for each and every one of us.

Thursday, May 21, 2020

Miracles

“I don’t understand this.  I’ve never seen this before.  Call the O.R. and cancel surgery immediately.”  These are the words texted by my brother from his hospital bed, quoting his doctor just before a scheduled second surgery to repair a failed skin graft to his tongue after the initial cancer surgery only four days prior!  My brother is incredulous.  He goes on in his trademark style, “There is the simple miracle.  The rest is history…. There is no room for argument or debate in the Kingdom of God…. I am a mere mortal but an expert only in my own story…. Please join me in another miracle celebration.”

I cannot believe what I am reading.  The news spreads like wildfire.  Suddenly our colorful truth-stretching interesting beloved alcoholic brother is holding forth like a preacher.  And if there are any doubting Thomases (He must have read his Bible somewhere), he says he’ll stick out his tongue at them. 🌝  No more dead meat in his mouth; he’s already envisioning next ‘storytime’ at local coffee shop!

I too am incredulous – and so is another of my brothers.  We of the greater theological education on said subject put our heads together in thoughtful telephone conversation.  Even as we are both excited and obviously relieved, we agree to wait and see.  Wait and see yields confirmation!  Yes indeed, next morning Philip's wife confirms she too is convinced.  Apparently this is beyond explanation in the medical units in the hospital.  Dead matter appears to be throbbing with life, swelling and throbbing to recovery as a successful surgery must. 

Now the reflective confession.  I believe.  Even so, please consider the perspective of this elder brother!  "Deep calls to deep", says Psalm 42:6 in my Bible.  Based on this and many other experiences, my faith includes more than this.  I see ample invitation to believe because of or perhaps in spite of this evidence.  While this was transpiring in a Saskatoon hospital, here was I at home in Calgary, reading a recently published book Making the Crooked Places Straight by Carol Harrison and Ruth Keighley (Carol’s Corner Publishing, 2020).  Unlike my brother’s declarative testimony this book is full, absolutely full, of claims to God’s miraculous involvement in people’s lives, anecdotally recorded page after page.  The incidents and the sermon move along side by side, nary a paragraph that does not mention God the one who makes crooked places straight.  It is a compilation of heartwarming stories of individuals and their encounter with a miracle-working God.  Philip’s testimony is a one-time incident which defies explanation – mere mortal expert in his story!

Indeed.  The temptation is now to run on into a bit of an evaluation of two very different approaches to and experiences of God the Higher Power (AA lingo) or God the Miracle Worker (born again lingo).  At this point in my life I am not inclined to go the exclusivist way.  I am enthused and I am humbled by both of these accounts happening right before my eyes.  Rather than disclaiming or validating one or the other I receive these as a confirmation of my growing understanding and experience of both God the HP and the MW.  As I have written in my profile (check it out ), I am inspired especially of late, to reserve judgement on exactly who holds the patent on the most accurate description of God and God’s doings. 

I remember a lesson from many years ago in a college Old Testament class.  Dr. Waldemar Janzen was holding forth on the names of God.  Moses was anxious about how the people would receive him if he came to them with a word from God.  Then God says to Moses, I am who I am. This is what you are to say to the Israelites: ‘I am has sent me to you.’” (Exodus 3:14).  In the O.T. are many names for God, El Shaddai, Elohim, Immanuel, to name a few, and all best summarized in the consonants YHWH.  However, as per instruct to Moses, do not become too concerned about the articulation of My name.  More important is the need for you to know Me.

My brother with the healed tongue would probably quit reading right about now. This is too much of that complicated churchy sounding stuff.  He prefers his own explanations to things.  On the other hand, my very evangelical miracle oriented author friends also prefer their renditions on said topic.  Me?  I am easy with both perspectives.  More important to me is the One who has come among us (John 1:14).  Yes, Jesus the word among us, the One who walked the talk, and if needed among his teachings, regularly performed  miracles.  Even after the crooked places are all straightened and after the tongues all healed and the mutes speak, there is still need for a reason to live, and for many people, especially in these days of Covid-19, that could use some healing too!  “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” So says Jesus in John 14:6.

In fact, just knowing that One is enough to get me speaking in tongues, but that’s topic for another time. 

Monday, May 11, 2020

Another Chance

It's a Calgary springtime.  I've been looking at snowflakes out my living room window last couple of days.  I remember my trucking years (Funny how this retired preacher has only road dreams during this stay-at-home Covid-19 time!).  The following was written a number of years ago.  I've left the date intact for my readers of the scholarly persuasion!  Something quite applicable here for my life, for anybody's life.  I still get a lump in my throat five years down the pike.  😔

 December 18, 2015

GRATITUDE

He jumps out of his truck
Big strong arms encircle my back.
He presses with gratitude, the hug full of emotion.
With a tear in his weary face, he jumps back into driver’s seat.
“Thank you so very much.  I’m so outa here,”
and his truck beats a hasty exit out the yard.

In slow motion I get the picture.
His truck got frozen into place in the cold overnight temperature,
even as mine had in my corner of this yard.
Only he did more fighting with circumstance, more spinning of wheels
thus digging a hole which held him even when brakes finally released.
Other truckers had refused to pull him – why?
Maybe because he was black; maybe because he was agitated;
maybe because he had no tow hooks, and as I told him
“If I pull you there is a possibility of me damaging your truck."
He was in trouble, and desperate.

I could not resist his plea for a pull, please.
With my truck carefully in place, tow hooks installed, and tow rope carefully attached,
A few smart tugs, and he is free of the holes, truck sitting high and ready.
An air of celebration erupts as bystanders appreciate my risk
and a bumper that did not tear apart!
He was free of his trouble – at least for now.

I sympathize with his lack of experience.
I rejoice with his good fortune to have met a trucker like me!
And then a familiar scripture comes to mind,
So if you think you are standing, watch out that you do not fall. 1 Corinthians 10:12

Lest I become too exhilarated or self-righteous, another picture comes to mind.  Only the day before, way back up the mountain on the other side of the Snoqualmie Pass, on the other side of the snow and the ice, just after I had successfully mounted tire chains, I avoided stopping to help a distraught overweight inexperienced trucker who obviously was unable to get the job done.  He was going nowhere with his half-mounted chains.  I looked the other way.   I had to get going because I had already wasted too much time on mine!

Maybe God gave me an opportunity to make up for something I didn’t do yesterday. Thank you Lord.