Profane and the Sacred

Something about one of my recent posts (Dec 7) seems not quite done yet! It's the one about that thoughtful conversation with fellow truckers in a repair shop and then the surprise death of one of them, and how it affected all of us.  It was a sacred event right in a workaday sometimes profane environment. The responses to that post, both from the truckers and from my present day fellow retirees affirmed the theme of good faith (or religious) experiences in surprising places, even affirming my sub theme that many times the wilderness - the tough environment - provides even better spiritual encounters than the churchy environment.

I like what I wrote, but perhaps it was only half the story.  So ... these next paragraphs are but some thinking, musing.  Thank you for reading along with me during these Corona days. 😊  Indeed there is more to it than that.  That earlier post certainly was not intended as a decertification of the many professionals including myself who have become theologically educated, many now serving in colleges, seminaries, and churches with much thoughtfulness and commitment. I have been reading their stuff all the time even during my two million miles of long haul trucking mental health break from the rigors of that profession.  I envy and respect those scholars and clergy who write articles and books.  My main point; God's world is beyond the labels and the professions we line ourselves up with..   

For starters I shall simply post title the other way.  Rather than "Sacred and the Profane" as in previous, why not "Profane and the Sacred" this time?  And, yes I cannot but begin with another trucker sample. It was a short-term job, this one, just prior to beginning a semester of clinical study after I had served 10 enjoyable years as pastor of a church in Edmonton.  I was driving double with a partner, regular route Edmonton to Yellowknife and back. We got along good, the two of us, me already the ordained preacher and he a fine christian friend. We considered ourselves fortunate, a fine team.  "You're so lucky." he says one day.  "Sure," says I, "But why you say that?"  "Because," says he, "You can talk with people about life and faith and stuff so easy without it getting awkward.  It's because you're a preacher, and they know it. Me, I'm just a Christian, and they treat me like a religious freak or something."  Well, I thanked him for his humble eye-opening perspective. Good information indeed from my trucker buddy.

Self awareness is important.  Me being a preacher in a truckers world has given ample illustration. The occasions simply present themselves when the 'religious' is asked for, either out of confusion or pain or occasionally obligation.  To speak with someone who is comfortable on subject is a good thing.  I am one of those, always appreciate full on straight-shooting questions about absolutely anything.   It is so much preferable to all kinds of tire-kicking insinuations, cat and mouse games, etc.  This was fascinatingly confirmed not long after the above conversation. That following year of training was a Residency in Pastoral Care and Counseling in a large hospital.  In one of the teaching sessions our supervisor impressed on us that professional identity is indeed important. "Your professional identity needs to be clear, so you can be accessed by others." Just being a nice person is not enough. "You've got to be comfortable with that," said Dr Bill Schmidt, "And as a clergy you are a representative of God".  

Indeed. Indeed. Not THE representative, but in many situations a representative!  And sometimes your professional identity may get used for whatever purposes at hand - well beyond your choosing.  "That is beyond your control.  But as a clergy you need to be able to walk the hallways and the hospital units confident enough with yourself to do the chaplain job."  Wise words sir.

Good wisdom this was for my further years of pastoring, and ironically also into yet another considerably longer stint of trucking which followed in a later chapter of my life. Without one iota of effort I was dubbed "Preacher Man" in the CB lingo of the interstates, the hiways and biways of Canada and the U.S.  This identity came up in weird and sometime hilarious occasions.  I recall one when my truck broke down (No double driving these latter years. Single operator).  This was one last run just before Christmas. Heading southbound towards Texas, my truck quit just before Casper, WY. Electronic sensors do that nowadays.  Big problem, needed brand new radiator, and it was Friday late afternoon just before the weekend. Frantic communiques, telephone calls; emergency override buttons, soon my dispatcher with relief says, "Gary (our boss) is on the phone now talking to somebody. He'll figure something out." Short version of this story.  Instructions suddenly. Drop trailer at a certain nearby dealership. Parts will be delivered to a small repair shop who will work overtime after hours to repair truck. When I arrived at designated small shop they were waiting for me, a pickup truck was idling ready for me to drive to nearby truckstop so I could have dinner, and they would call me when truck was repaired!! Courtesy, respect, humor. Three hours later my cell phone rang. Truck ready to go! I could hardly believe my ears. The ace up the boss's sleeve? As it was told to me, he had told them this trucker is a preacher, and he's gotta get home for Christmas, he's got responsibilities, and "I don't care what it costs  me. Just fix the damn thing!" 😏 Well, dear old Gary had not only stretched the truth a bit, but also used an ace that works in the workaday (Profane?) world. You gotta respect the religious guy! This uneducated wealthy businessman utilized Preacher Man for his and everybody else's benefit. 

There are times and there are occasions when things are in fact surprisingly beyond our control, and as just illustrated, sometimes others may offer their interpretation of you or even who you are.  Obviously this is also an argument for living one's life honorably, because you never know who -?-  may be watching.  Do not turn yourself inside out explaining or denying something that once was you or that you wish for, but this is us now. My truckers world knew that I was a preacher, but also that I struggled with depression (as do many of them) and therefor trucking, for the time being, was a more healthy vocational choice for me.  If I could live with that "thorn in the flesh" as the Apostle Paul calls it (2 Corinthians 12:6-7), so could they. 

Obviously, because of my considerable alternative career choices in the transportation industry, I have an expansive view of this whole topic. Sacred has appeared in the profane. And the profane has encountered the sacred.  

And finally, in conclusion, a bit of definition may be in order.  First according to Google: Profane: Adjective  relating or devoted to that which is not sacred or biblical; secular rather than religious. "a talk that tackled topics both sacred and profane."

Then Wikipedia, from sociologist Emile Durkheim: Profane: involves mundane individual concerns .... The sacred-profane dichotomy is not equivalent to good/evil, as the sacred could be either good or evil, and the profane could be either as well.  

I trust it's quite clear now.  In both these posts, profane is not profanity - not just a bunch of swear words!  And finally, once again my deference to almighty God, “Judge not, that you be not judged" (Matthew 7:1 RSV).

Tithes and Taxes

Today I encountered a fascinating info bit in my inbox.  It was a sample of next issue of Sojourners, a Christian magazine I have subscribed to for decades.  Says Bill McGibbon, in one of the articles in that issue, "The Rich Shall Destroy the Earth",

An Oxfam study released this fall showed that between 1990 and 2015—a period when we poured more carbon into the atmosphere than in all of history before that time—the richest 1 percent of humanity accounted for more of that damage than the entire bottom 50 percent of the species. In case you think that the top 1 percent is Jeff Bezos and Bill Gates, remind yourself that in fact it’s anyone whose income tops $109,000 a year—that includes plenty of readers of this magazine. The richest 10 percent of humanity accounts for half of total emissions—that’s everyone whose income is above $38,000. That’s quite likely you; it’s certainly me. (January, 2021)

Before I had even formulated some self-righteous thoughts about my millionaire friends, McGibbon's finger was already pointing at me. In fact one of my permanently memorized Bible verses already in mind,  So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall! (1 Corinthians 10:12)  I am one of those with at least a bit more than the $38000 even in retirement income.  Most of my friends and I are spewing out at least 1/2 of the carbon! [Actually I wonder, is my son, who also fits this income bracket and drives a Tesla, also in this category?  What about electric cars?  Just a thought. 😀]

Anyway, main point here, two sentences into this, and my telephone rings.  It is a volunteer from one of our political parties checking in on me (Read looking for a year-end contribution).  I assure her, yes I am still a supporter, no I do not agree with total party platform, no I will not provide the year-end donation she is suggesting, yes I will make a smaller donation after we have given attention to several charities including our church and it will not be processed right now, but after due discernment in about two weeks!  With just a hint of disappointment she thanks me and I thank her for her hard work!

This provides some grist for my thinker.  I spoke with some confidence to the political volunteer and I'm glad I spoke cheerfully.  But I find myself wondering about implications of this.  What is the most generous (and responsible) way of living these days?  Although she politely honored my statement of charity, I'm thinking I might have spoken with her a little more thoughtfully (although my wife reminds me that my brand of thoughtful often gets those solicitors going even more aggressively).  As a Christian I am in fact committed to supporting God's work, including help for the poor, hospitality to strangers, emergency assistance, salaries for clergy, spiritual ministries, etc. etc.  Also as a Christian and a citizen of this Canada on this Turtle Island in this North America on this planet earth, I must also "consider Thy heavens,... the moon and the stars" (Psalm 8).  Is it adequately contained in one little word, charity? No. There are charities and there are charities. Some spend most of their time fundraising and appealing rather than doing the work they claim. In those cases my donations would be ill advised, naive even. Those dollars would be better utilized in the coffers of a political party seeking to provide a type of government I believe in, one that is respectful of the land and also the Indigenous who were here long before us settler Christians  moved in.  Upon review, indeed it was not necessary for me to explain all this to the solicitor, but that is what is required of me!  Yup, another Bible verse, And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly^[a] with your God. (Micah 6:8). 

Of course there are excellent charities as well, those that serve in a caring and noble fashion to the least of these, as our Lord Jesus once said (eg Matthew 25). Indeed they are the ones that must have priority. Many considerations for anyone who desires to live a grateful charitable life.  

Then also, says my thinker, don't forget your taxes!  Politicians who successfully form governments have appealed to people on basis of how they plan to utilize the taxes which citizens are expected to pay.  Although many historical variations of government selection (yes!), the accompanying reality of taxes has been there forever, so it seems.  In the New Testament we have Jews contracting to collect the Romans' taxes (aagh Matthew, Zachaeus).  In early patristics we have Christians and Muslims upholding identities and territory via taxes and military. Then into the Middle Ages and on into 16th Century there is Reformation reordering of church-state and required taxes.  And into contemporary, you know the saying ... death and taxes!

This is not an historical overview, not at all.  Just a little context for taxes. In conclusion, now I cannot but make reference to my people - my faith tradition (humbly of course 😉). Those who read most of my posts - especially the most recent including some critique of the church - please note this is nonetheless an old fashioned positivity!  Yes, even if self-described grumpy, I do speak positively about our simple version of church.  Mennonites are known for discipleship more so than accuracy of theological articulation. This means that our faith must always be more obvious in things we do than in the things we articulate or explain.  Actions do speak louder than words.  In fact one of my elder brothers says it this way, "Always preach good news. And if necessary, use words."  Historically, our actions based on loving the neighbor rather than killing, have often led to resisting the military or withholding war taxes. It is a prophetic vantage from which I still practice my stewardship and Christian convictions.  Furthermore, I also affirm another feature of Anabaptism (forebears of the Mennonites), and that is group discernment.  Although this principle is waning in today's urbanizing individualistic society (read some of my previous posts!), we still believe there is great wisdom in community.  So as my closing thought, here comes a modernist suggestion from this old Mennonite.  Not sure of where your charity or tax dollar should go?  Ask your neighbor, whether s/he belongs to your church or not. The conversation may in fact be more important than the decision reached.  And whether your dollar ends up in the church or in the political coffers may not be as important to our Creator as the condition of the heart, and also our mother earth will breathe easier.

If need be, and perhaps in review, here are a few more scriptures to help it along. Whether on taxes or charities, why not start a conversation with anybody you know on one or both of these scriptures.

“So give back to Caesar what is Caesar’s, and to God what is God’s.” (Matthew 22:21)

 Each of you should give what you have decided in your heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. (2 Corinthians 9:7)

 

Sacred and the Profane

Years ago, during the trucking chapter of my life, I recall a fascinating conversation with a number of my good buddies of the trade, several mechanics and a pair of fellow truckers, each of us draped over the back tires of a truck in one of the repair bays of our Winnipeg shop. There we were, I think also with a few cups of coffee in hand. The topic was the latest movie several of us had just seen on the big screen, Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ (2004). The pertinent memory for me is the thoughtfulness and uncharacteristic non-belligerence of each person in that circle.  Even as I knew a bit of the antisemitism touted in the media aftermath, that gained almost no traction in this group of truckers. The sentiment in this huddle was thoughtfulness; one of my friends, Glen, even saying, "Imagine the lickin and kickin he took for me".  Nobody poo pooed his religious tone.  Seemingly the conclusion of this conversation circle was affirmation; thank you Jesus.

That particular repair shop conversation, unbeknownst to any of us at the time, became memorialized a short while later.  About six months later all truckers and other employees of this company received a satellite message from one of the Fleet Managers. Glen had died in the sleeper of his truck. If any of us wished to submit a condolence, he would facilitate.  I was shook up - very moved at the sudden passing of this fellow-christian friend who had struggled with a number of issues; a cardiac condition, and some considerable family pain.  

I submitted a greeting, which it turned out, was read in full at the memorial service.  To my surprise I also learned that my condolences had become part of the eulogy! I had written something about the above conversation, and also Glen's thoughtfulness on several occasions, including one time he had recognized my name on a shaving kit at a truck stop in Missouri, rescued it and returned it to me, thereby preventing its unceremonious demise into some American landfill!  It was kind of hilarious. The week after funeral I received various appreciative replies from relatives of Glen, from our trucking company managers, from the pastor who had conducted the service, from his latest lover, and a few fellow truckers.  Needless to say my ego was bolstered a bit in the next while as I drove my miles, kind of reflecting on the occasional serendipity of things. Funny how good things to think about always make for straighter highways and lower hills.  😊  Hmm, Luke 1:35 comes to mind,  Every valley shall be filled in, every mountain and hill made low. The crooked roads shall become straight, the rough ways smooth.

Anyway, what is it that brought this to mind?  I think it is this Advent season and last Sunday's scriptures about John the Baptist.  J the B is my favorite Bible character, that wilderness preacher minimally clad with camel's hair garment, eating locusts and wild honey, divinely appointed to announce the one, "the straps of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie" (Mark 1:7). The good feelings and the camaraderie of that truckers' conversation reminds me of the Baptist's wilderness more than of church services and liturgies.  And it reminds me of that LARGE theme, that Jesus theme, cried out by John in the wilderness and which the people were clamoring to hear, and which Glen so heartfeltedly had testified to in our trucker huddle. 

This blog post is another contribution to that theme which seems to have emerged in the last while.  I have been writing about dying, about things accumulated or accomplished or not accomplished in lifetimes, about interpersonal relationships, hurt feelings, about other religions, about spiritual search even in (especially in) our contemporary inter-faith society.  Strident, I have called it; perhaps a little morbid and slightly beyond the comfort level of what my friends and acquaintances like to read, but I have no problem occasionally afflicting the comfortable!  And then I have the nerve to suggest that the church is not as important as many still wish it to be. John the Baptist of similar mindset, not at all concerned about the conventions of his Jewishness nor about the Jewishness of the One he was foretelling.  I must say that my recall of that spontaneous truckers repair-shop Bible study was as sacred as any encounter I've had in myriads of studies in comfortable chairs in church sanctuaries or Sunday school classrooms. 

In these retirement years I am still immersed in that world which I am a little critical of.  Church.  It's that world you can't quite retire out of.  It's what I'm trained in and know how to do, and it is a healthy involvement, volunteering my time in Zoom consultations, in online committee meetings and church services, and hundreds of related emails and telephone conversations (mostly on my cell phone of course)!  Although I am 'thusly' involved I am not sure it is the best use of my time.  Perhaps my relationship with God would be better nurtured if I focused more on my grandchildren than on church committees.  Furthermore, and even moreso in this corona environment, I feel the worry and an increasing silence from church leaders almost akin to politicians - institutional people not quite sure of their truth.  Even within the effort to proclaim the eternal everlasting presence of God it seems waning of conviction.

Which makes me glad for memories of that holy huddle back there in the workaday world - the sacred and the profane side by side.  On this Second Advent 2020, my comfort is with the wilderness preacher, perhaps the trucker preacher, or perhaps the neighbor who needs her snow shoveled.  God is not done with us yet.

The Need for Funerals

As indicated in my profile, and also in my be-it-resolved re-purposing article "Into my Room" (March 27, 2020) these blog posts are the thoughts of one who speaks his mind. They are not necessarily devotional, not necessarily comforting, not necessarily prophetic, humorous, analytical, nor entertaining.  They may, however, be any one of these at any given time, if so dubbed by the reader. Strident, I think was the word.  I would speak my mind, not only because I feel healthier giving expression - sometimes vent - to that which dwells in my inner being.  I can even think of a Bible verse which would support that,  For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of (Matt.12:34b).  Also, nobody is paying me to be nice. 😌 I did not realize at that time that a further characterization might have been appropriate.  This is one my wife and children already know about, but only recently becoming clear to me. Grumpy.  

So during this pandemic, when everybody is retreating 'to their room' there is still much of the same old same old.  Us being creatures of habit this becomes evident everywhere.  Long-time old-time relationships continue in social distancing coffee shops (Timmies anybody?), or talks across the neighbor's fence or from two meter opposite side of the sidewalk greetings, or (Lord have mercy) Facebook posts.  And also, yes also at virtual gatherings.  All things are possible with technology (?).  Yes, almost all things including impressive celebration of life gatherings - funerals we used to call them.  Yes, the need to die has already been thought of and written about by yours truly (April 23).  And yet, even as dying becomes more commonplace with a little help from Corona, avoidance seems still the mode operande.

What is it that resists our own mortality?  This morning in his sermon our pastor told of a TikTok posting (another of those new social media things) he had seen of a twenty-something young lady who was mortified at her great grandmother's matter-of-fact statement at her 94th birthday celebration, "Thank you for the cake and the good wishes." said the elder lady, "I hope it's my last."  I get similar responses to my occasional quip about hoping that I die before my wife, because she has better home management skills than I have. She would easily continue on the financial and legal matters, as well as ongoing cooking and family extravaganzas in our house, etc. Clearly it would be more convenient!  It's a backhanded way of complimenting her I know, but the kids do not seem to appreciate it much. Perhaps I have inherited my dad's matter-of-fact approach to things. One day when I had stopped in for an overnighter at their house, he came shuffling to the breakfast table with a forlorn look on his face, "Disse nacht prauvd ekj en mohl wada to schtoaven." And then one of his typical one liners, "Dout yaehft nusht."  Transl. This night I tried dying again. Nothing doing! 😲 

The irony is that alongside this resistance to death talk, we venture into philosophical, psychological, legal, and/or religious perspectives on topic of medically-assisted dying.  So, while we resist talking about it, we clamor right on into it!  We all know there are unbearable physical or mental pains or a medical condition where the only compassionate thing is to bring on end of life. Furthermore, even while we are talking or not talking about it, there is an ongoing medical practice of unofficially helping to accommodate death wishes without even quite calling it that.  This goes on all the time. It reminds me of my years of long-haul trucking where occasionally logbooks required some 'touch-ups' to add some distance per day so as to deliver a hot load on time or sometimes to make up lost time because of a mechanical breakdown.  D.O.T. inspections were never welcome in midst of a pressurized trip like this, but if occasion came, the greatest gift would be an 'understanding' inspector who would choose not to notice the logbook violations!

So, even among the talk, whether about end of life or logbooks or other realities, there are grey areas, official and unofficial -  probably those messy areas as one of my good friends has entitled his blogsite, "Messy Notes".  Indeed life is messy, and there are gracious and there are angry ways of living this reality.  My approach?  Why not just talk about it, and perhaps even receive a full measure of the grace of God in the process. [Once upon a time I memorized Ephesians 2:8-10 when a Bible School student. Very relevant still!]  I submit it is better to be transparent and realistic in conversation, rather than squeamish or fearful. That is why I prefer to call death what it is. That is also why I have a bit of a bone to pick with the current trendy practice of end-of-life celebrations.  These days many obituaries contain paragraph after paragraph of the deceased's career and personality and worldwide travels and hobbies, but hardly a reference to God, to faith commitment or possibly church or other spiritual information even if committed or at least nominal Christians.  In years gone by this religious info was the template of an obituary.  If today's celebrations of life ignore the reality of the spiritual or the afterlife when physical death has just occurred, there is a telling omission.  

So, this is my case for funerals, not because I am old fashioned or afraid of change. Especially as a pandemic scares the living dickens out of those afraid to die, I posit that the funeral gives better attention to the issue at hand.  Funerals of course do not need to be merely a churchy heaven or hell litany.  No, regardless of faith or unfaith of the deceased, funerals are the right way to acknowledge life, ahem, especially when the end has just been reached!  When I die I hope it will not just be about me.  I would much rather have some ritual, scripture, prayers to God of the living and the dead, and the hymns of faith.  AND if deemed desirable there may also be a place for pictures and stories at the fellowship lunch (after Corona that is).  A funeral properly focused is in fact a holy celebration of life.  Thus endeth this latest point of view from grumpy.

Vicious Prayer

This morning I participated in on-line Daily Prayer.  I do it almost regularly along with a number of others from our provincial church conference.  It has become a good habit - an opportunity to read and listen to scriptures and prayers prepared for any who care to log in to the dedicated Zoom account.  For this retired workaholic, this 'scheduled spirituality' together with fellow pilgrims is definitely a benefit.  Prayer, the essential ingredient, is done silently together.  It is a providential coronavirus discovery of the value of an old treasure.

Today the gospel reading was from Mark 9:14-29, definitely not boring, this one.  Jesus, coming down from the mountain just after the transfiguration experience and still in conversation with Peter, James and John about that mountain top, is met by a frenzied crowd (:15), they too overwhelmed by something they are facing.  A demon possessed boy with frazzled parents is among them. And frazzled disciples are doing Q and A about why they haven't been able to get rid of the vexing thing - all this in presence of the poor frothing and thrashing young fellow. When Jesus shows up they all turn to the one who surely must have the solution. Jesus' response?   ¹⁹ “You unbelieving generation. How long shall I stay with you? How long shall I put up with you? Bring the boy to me.”  I cannot but smile at this response.  I do not quite understand the source of Jesus' exasperation, but it receives no more attention at this time. He moves right into what needs doing!  He gets rid of that pesky spirit.

A contemporary application comes to mind.  The United States of America have just completed their 2020 Presidential election. One week after closing of the polls, Associated Press declares Joe Biden the 46th President-Elect with 290 Electoral Votes and Donald Trump the incumbent, with 217.  [Update as of U.S. Thanksgiving Day, Nov 26: Biden 306; Trump 232].  During this last week Mr Trump is alleging fraudulent vote counts including charges laid in several states.  Apparently charges are unsupported and will not survive even if taken to the Supreme Court.  Common media assessment: Trump is a sore loser. Indeed Trump is an egocentric narcissist who depends on sound bites which are eagerly consumed by half of the country, those who like plain and simple solutions, which Trump provides via tweets and campaign-style press conferences.  The world's largest democracy is losing credibility by the day.  Even Trump supporters are urging the President to face reality and concede.

The U.S.A's motto "In God We Trust" might be reason enough to come to Jesus and ask, "Who won?" I can visualize an easy first answer Jesus might have used, drawing on the Old Testament wisdom of Solomon. This wise king offers to cut a disputed baby in half and the real mother protests, proving undeniably she's the mama.  Seems to me Jesus' early and obvious answer to Trump and to the people would be, "render to Caesar the things that are Caesar's and to God the things that are God's" (Matthew 22:21).  In other words, people and emperors or Caesars (or presidents) are accountable to God.  Therefore, duh, a democracy must yield to an agreed-upon procedure, and when the procedure declares a winner, accept the verdict.  

Seems to me however, that Jesus' response is of a greater depth.  It gets a little tougher than that.  As Jesus confronts the evil spirit within the boy there is travail; there is crying and convulsion, and when the evil finally lets go there is the stillness of death,  "the boy was like a corpse" (:26), and then the boy rises peacefully.  Imagine the relief of the boy's parents, and also relief of the disciples and then probably their self critique. "Why could we not do it?"  Why?  Because some things are just beyond our human insight, our strategies.  Some things can only be accomplished by confession, by prayer.  Several days ago I read an article by Paul Edwards in Counterpunch (Nov.3, 2020), pointing to the U.S. fury at Julian Assange the Wikileaks whistle blower in exile in the U.K. for exposing criminal strategies at the heart of America. The U.S.A, he says, has become criminal to the core, whereby recent elections are no longer the process of a God-fearing country, but by pretenders, presently "two demented old white shysters", and a Congress of pimps ruled by the "monstrous criminal racket that scorns them as mindless serfs".  Strong words by this man, slightly unnerving even for a next door neighbor like me.  Many of us Canadians like to be assured all is well down there.  Methinks, however, Edwards has it right! We are observing a disgusting election standoff.  While the country (and the neighbors) await the final count and recounts there is a dark sadness no longer salved by Democrat or Republican.  It is a spiritual condition (see also America's Original Sin, Jim Wallis, 2016).

I posit the sin of rampant individualism as the Spirit which was recognized by Jesus.  As he confronted and fought it out of the boy, he also is available to fight it out of us.  Our politicians and our status quo churches and our hope for corona vaccines are kind of inadequate this time around.  As Jesus said to his dumbfounded disciples,  "This kind can come out only through prayer" (:29).  Perhaps my on-line Corona prayers are putting me onto thoughts bigger than I, but mercifully also into the hands of One bigger than all of us.

Masked Deacons

My wife is a deacon in our church.  The other evening, arriving home from a little errand, I stepped into our living room and received the friendly greetings from deacons meeting-in-progress, all of them together with our pastor, each in physical distance, seated on separate couches or chairs, each from behind the mask.  Greetings, small talk and smiles as per normal, but alongside a new normal.  No mention of the masks even, as I made my way through.

It is the new normal which gives me pause.   Masks by now are the expected protocol for anybody who appears in indoor public places, including homes if other than cohorts present.  In this case they were brothers and sisters in Christ - cohorts in the spiritual family.  I even remember reading a book on that very topic, The Spiritual and the Biological Family by Paul Lederach (1973).  However in terms of the germs or viruses we share on daily basis they must remain separate from one another. There they were talking and planning. I enjoyed the sound, soft voices, occasional animated comments, chuckles, etc. emanating from our living room.  It is the sound of a church seeking to be supportive and caring in this corona day.  I was comforted knowing that the masks seem not to deviate from task at hand.

I am reminded of similar circumstance in the Bible, Acts chapter 6 to be exact.  In those days when the number of disciples was increasing, the Hellenistic Jews^[a] among them complained against the Hebraic Jews because their widows were being overlooked in the daily distribution of food. ² So the Twelve gathered all the disciples together and said, “It would not be right for us to neglect the ministry of the word of God in order to wait on tables. ³ Brothers and sisters, choose seven ... from among you who are known to be full of the Spirit and wisdom. We will turn this responsibility over to them ⁴ and will give our attention to prayer and the ministry of the word.” 

Interesting story, this one.  The church, only recently begun (read Acts 2) was already encountering some challenges.  There had been and there were many ongoing inquiries about this new life which was possible because of Jesus Christ. And among the queries there were misunderstandings and even quarrels.  Imagine that! That would not happen today, would it? 😕  The apostles, those disciples-become-teachers/preachers who had experienced this faith miracle were now very busy!  They were busy preaching and teaching.  There was a need for some who also had this faith, not necessarily preachers, but also full of the Spirit and wisdom, to deal with social and societal implications of the new gospel changing lives everywhere.

Corona time, mask time, is fast becoming the challenge of challenges.  And it descends upon a world ill equipped.  Individualism is the sin now crippling political systems worldwide, as well as religious systems/organizations.  My one comfort these days is knowing that the church - the Church of Jesus Christ - still has a mandate to work with, to count on, to trust the discernment and the service of those who are full of the Spirit and of wisdom (:3).  We need those persons.  It behooves every preacher or teacher or lecturer no matter how self-assured to listen carefully for guidance coming from those who are not the spokespersons but the doers.  We need those who will think deeply, pray deeply, and yield to the depths of spirit as they interpret these times.  Thank you Lord for the masked deacons in my living room.

Hangups and Hangings

One of my least enjoyable experiences is to get hung up on.  It has not happened often in my life, but those recalls are still vivid in my mind.  The fact that you remember those incidents, complete with conjured up emotion, suggests that these are indeed an aggressive form of communication - or perhaps non-communication.  The hang up is an occasion of desperation or at very least extreme irritation.  In my once-upon-a-time trucking world it was mainly dispatcher irritation at my nerve to refuse a certain load or too strong opinion from me regarding some office procedure.  Needless to say on those occasions it was an ace up his sleeve designed to humiliate, usually bringing on my reaction verbal or mental not worth typing here!  The workaday experience of my trucking years, however, pale in comparison to the several times I have encountered same among colleagues/fellow Christians within my community of faith!  Within this community I experience near despair if in conversation with one who apparently shares same faith as I - lives by the same principles - and yet chooses an action of the complete opposite; ie an act not only of irritation, but no further desire for communication.  Zilch. Nada.  There are so many scriptures which teach otherwise.  Colossians 3: ¹⁶ Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another, or Ephesians 4: ²⁵ Therefore each of you must put off falsehood and speak truthfully to your neighbor, for we are all members of one body.  No further communication needed?  Really?  

The intent here is not to get into a rant about this.  I must, however, present this cowardly act in some further context.  Yes, it gets worse especially if we stay with religion!  I have just completed reading Inside the Kingdom, by Robert Lacey (Penguin Group, 2009) detailing  common methods of discipline and enforcement in Saudi Arabia and  neighboring countries like Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan.  Public lashings, stonings, hangings and beheadings, those consequences are an ever present possibility for anyone whose behavior or even perceived belief does not conform to the norm.  Ironically the extreme 'faithful' are the ones with the least tolerance for deviants (eg Wahhabi, Sharia Law).  Also from the good old 'in-God-we-trust' U.S.A. award winning novelist John Grisham describes lynchings and vigilante acts in southern states like Mississippi, Georgia, Alabama; this continuing into the 20th century, well after 1861, end of Civil War and the Emancipation Act. Relational, political and racial examples of prejudicial sinful communications breakdowns often leading to warfare have been since the beginning of time, religion always near center of the action.

Jesus has been there done that. Even as he lived among us  (John 1:14) he met ridicule (Mark 14:63; 15:20), suspicion (Matthew 21:23), and even betrayal from his own followers (eg Peter in Luke 22:61). That very One who came to his own (that's us!) is still available to help us learn a new way.  The way of Jesus not just for little interpersonal grievances, but for international inter-religious skirmishes, but unavoidably involves interpersonal relationships.  Check out Richard Rohr, The Universal Christ (Penguin, 2019).  I do not fully subscribe to his theology, but his witness to the all-sufficiency of Jesus is convincing.

I posit here not just a gentle Jesus meek and mild absorbing the crappy behaviors around him, but a radical inter-faith action statement which I believe could be a game changer.  It begins with my belief in one big and almighty God, and three major world religions claiming allegiance to this One.  Almighty God, Yahweh, or Allah divided and splintered not only three ways but many ways. Muslims fight and kill each other regarding the correct representatives or lineage of The Prophet Muhammad (PBUH), Jews continue in disagreement with their messianic cohorts and of course the literal Zionist claim to Palestine, and Christians splinter into endless denominational interpretations of the significance of Jesus Christ, Savior and/or Lord including agreement or disagreement with the Jewish claim to Jerusalem and surrounding Palestine.  History has factions and even wars regarding how to interpret God as three-in-one while Muslims mock that very Trinity while yet following the teachings of Jesus whom they revere as one of their prophets. 

These three monotheistic religions would be well served if there were a review of the teachings of Jesus, Son of God, Messiah, Savior, Lord, Prophet, especially as taught once upon a time to a hungry crowd and recorded in sacred writings, Matthew chapters 5 - 7. "Blessed are the poor in spirit, meek, merciful, etc.  This is wonderful required reading for anybody, even those who claim no faith, and even us faithful ones doing our jobs in churches and synagogues and mosques.  Yes, among the atrocities of enforced religion and among the carelessness with fellow Christians, there are new possibilities.  There is an invitation to study Jesus more.  I would love to have some conversation about this with anyone from within these religion groupings  AFTER reading this sermon on the mount together! 😊

Once upon a time while working as a chaplain in a large hospital I was addressing some thorny issues with the family of a patient. My partner in this pursuit was a Muslim social worker. I still recall a certain point in conversation with all concerned, he posited thoughtfully, "So what would Jesus do?"  I well remember this Christian chaplain and that nominal Christian family looking at each other as we recognized the wisdom coming from this gentle Muslim.  "What would Jesus do?"  I see here an invitation to a new way which comes from Jesus himself, including a good look at how we treat one another in our churches and families.  Perhaps a good sermon series about manners from a Muslim imam ... would serve us well.