Thursday, May 11, 2023

Transformation or Osmosis

I’m still thinking about a sermon I heard two weeks ago. Even with its ordinary title it began to throb with life – much appreciated by yours truly and seemingly many others on that Sunday after Easter. Holy Spirit was the topic at hand; yes Holy Spirit even though we have not yet reached the ascribed fifty day marker when the Church Year recognizes that outpouring on Pentecost Sunday. It is this pre-Pentecostal address which still has my intrigue.

Holy Spirit is God among us, said the preacher. Holy Spirit is God! Hmm, I thought to myself, we may now get into another round or repeat of Trinitarian dogma which has been the favorite fare of Protestantism for about five hundred years or so. But it was not, the main point of this sermon being transformation, an experience certainly beyond correctly designated seasons or descriptions of the godhead; an invitation to allow transformation to happen. It was an invitation to faith! Faith with a beginning as well as ongoing rediscovery. Quite refreshing; this was a nice variation from the ‘keep working at it’ type sermons quite common these days.

This became the trigger now producing the further thought.😏 Here goes. My Christian faith has come about, has been nurtured and weeded among the Anabaptists, those unruly ‘again baptizers’ of the 16th century, those who challenged the rite of infant baptism, saying it must be upon confession of faith. Needless to say I knew nothing about that history until AFTER I was baptized upon confession of my faith near end of my teenage years. This interesting history I discovered just a couple years later as a young adult in college. Anabaptism had been the context of my growing up. It had been there among the farms, the villages and the lure of the big city nearby. Unbeknownst to me, this was a modern version of those early rebels, already splintered and organized and reorganized by many schisms and wars. I was (or more accurately my parents were) members of the most conservative of the Russian version of those Anabaptists. With some Old Colony folkways my brothers and sisters and I were part of an old history yet fully incorporated into the 1950s and 60s of mid twentieth century. These humble Old Colony farm beginnings included full engagement with fellow colonists as well as colonialists, all of us in that part of Saskatchewan beneficiaries of Treaty 6 which had been signed in 1876. I grew up, yes, in a rather pluralistic community, always a nehsheah often driving my dad crazy with questions and opinions about all this (which ironically he also found interesting). Full credit to my parents; they encouraged education even if their church did not. I was in a world of friends including born again evangelicals as well as ‘others’ especially Lutherans and some Catholic friends. By now my large extended family includes some of all of these. We were the good, the bad, and the ugly[i]. I was a farm boy learning many things.

“I am a part of all that I have met,”[ii] was a line I still recall from a high school literature class, thanks to an excellent teacher, Mr Hildebrand. That early line comes to mind now having listened to this Holy Spirit sermon. The sermon happens alongside a book by Phyllis Tickle which I'm reading [Rereading actually. Turns out I have read it before; can tell by a few margin notes which I make occasionally; apologies to our church librarian][iii] Tickle has prickled a goodly number of conservatives as well as liberals both inside and outside churches and even other faith practitioners. Writing from her vantage as a religion expert and an editor, she spells out her thesis of history moving in 500 year cycles, zeroing in on us now five hundred years after the Reformation. We are now in a Great Emergence says she, and hardly any can disagree with her description of this present digital/media driven world. 

So given these anthropological or sociological insights, is there a change in God, in the Great I AM, or Jehovah, or Creator, or Allah? No! Or at least she does not go there, writing only about how we have historically interpreted, appointed some popes and fought some wars, created Church and then churches and carved out some territory (British Commonwealth of Nations anybody?). She writes as a religion expert; not a theologian.

My thoughts however cannot ignore the theological, especially given this sermon just heard. Tickle describes present make-up of churches as a Quadrilateral: Liturgicals, Social Justice Christians, Renewalists and Conservatives. Given this postmodern descript I find myself even more grateful for this Holy Spirit presence. God still the One over all, the ever constant and eternally available to anyone, everyone, even among us churches, among indigenous, colonialist and every color, Catholic, Protestant, Reform, Anabaptist - hundreds of denominations and independents, available and present as promised by Jesus even before his crucifixion, “it is for your good that I am going away. Unless I go away, the [Holy Spirit] will not come to you; but if I go, I will send him to you” (John 16:7). Denominations and descriptions of present emergences are still a testimony of an eternal everlasting God. Romans 11:33 also comes to mind, "O the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgements and how inscrutable his ways!"

All these changes taking place everywhere – including people not coming to church much - is not evidence of the inadequacy of the One above. This is rather an evidence of the great adequacy! God (by whatever name, as the Alcoholics Anonymous people will say) is beyond times and seasons, is abundantly available for all (John 10:10). To me the slightly limited scope of Tickle's book also hints at limited scope of some of our efforts these days trying hard to 'address things.' Analyses and explanations usually lead to books and speaking engagements and seminars. So we do seminars both within and beyond our denominations, and before you know it we have catchphrases like “Encountering, Embracing, Embodying Christ in life, in community, in the world.” We even post them in our sanctuaries so that all may know about it - posters which suggest at least somebody is doing something.

My question, does this encounter, this embrace, this embodiment actually include some new discovery? My wife and I enjoyed today’s morning devotional written by a young lady, a university student, telling us about the mantis shrimp found in the warmer Indian and Pacific Oceans. They have 12 color channels for vision, she tells us, rather than us humans with only three. Her main point beautifully presented: God’s presence often limited by our understanding, “God’s peace is like all the colors that a mantis shrimp can sense: more lovely and wonderful than I could ever imagine!”[iv] Her youthful creativity is an invitation for some deep thinking about the Almighty. Perhaps, in addition to posting some phraseology, we need some deeper discoveries, perhaps even some old things like ‘deeper life services’, meaning commitments or re-commitments to become followers of Jesus the Christ. Perhaps we need some new quiet mindfulness, perhaps followed by old-fashioned speaking with one another and with the neighbors. We might even confess our sins and need for some inner transformation, an actual experience of Christ including the invitation for our children to be baptized upon confession of their faith – yes the original-never-been-changed biblical way of ‘joining in faith.’ Matthew 11:28-29 says something about that. [I resist the urge to cut and paste for you. Check it out in your Bible.

A faith community is not a faith community if others are not invited in. Joining faith communities does not happen by osmosis; it happens by the holy nudge (invitation or request). They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. …46 Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, 47 praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved (Acts 2:46-47). It’s the early church. It’s biblical. It’s awesome. It’s transformative and available still. It can be a personal discovery and a community recovery.

Still reading, still thinking, I recognize these thoughts still quite similar to the faith confession of that farm boy back there, and some new discoveries (or recoveries?) still ongoing. Thanks be to God.


 [i] Epic Western movie by that name directed by Sergio Leone, 1966.

 [ii] Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Ulysses,” 1842.

 [iii] Phyllis Tickle, The Great Emergence: How Christianity is Changing and Why (Grand Rapids: Baker Books, 2018).

 [iv] Melia Hawthorne Klingler, Rejoice! (MennoMedia, Vol 58, no 2), p.78.

 

 

 

Sunday, April 30, 2023

Fast Food Joints and Worship Houses

Yesterday morning I greeted a homeless young man sitting quietly in a corner of our local McDonalds, a greeting which turned out to be a nice conversation. Most mornings it’s a few of us slightly older types sitting there with morning thoughts and a cup of coffee, accompanied by one or two obviously younger, fast asleep in quiet corners. This young man was quite awake, iPhone plugged in, headphones in place, and communicating with someone somewhere.

My questions were of the generic type. Good sleep? Pretty good. Where? Outside nearby just around the corner. I made some sympathetic sounds although no complaint from him. It’s nice weather. Where are you from? I’m expecting country of origin probably Asian like maybe Thailand or Cambodia or… (I am not worldly traveled nor expert in genetics or ethnicities). From Edmonton. Edmonton!? I try not to be too surprised. So, what brings you all the way down to faraway city of Calgary? He walked. Decided to give it a try here. Work? Yes, maybe.😏 My memory now crowds in. I too walked Edmonton to Calgary a few years ago. It was 2019 along with about 45 others, a walk of solidarity and teachings regarding our colonialist western history, beneficiaries of Treaties 6 and 7, the whole event paid for by Health Sciences Association of Alberta. He smiled as I told him a bit about that, trying not to get too carried away with my story. I bade him welcome to Calgary and left him with his device. I never got answer to my question about country of origin.

This conversation is now food for thought. This clear-eyed young man adventuring his way around seemed healthy, even purposeful. My impression of the last several years is that homeless persons of color are generally healthier looking and less dramatic than are the Caucasians. The Caucasian look is heads-down ghastly either for dramatic effect or caused by trauma or possibly addiction. These days all things are possible among us people of all cultures and colors and socioeconomic status, not only sleeping in corners but driving the 4x4s, the BMWs, and most certainly the ones selling the coffee and doughnuts and scanning our debit and credit and rewards cards.

Not only in fast food joints, but also in our sacred gatherings? This young man could have sat comfortably in our church, at least according to outer demeanor. And what of the inner? Inner demeanor is the great equalizer, for the stranger looking for a place to sit and also for the regular sitting in church in usual spot (Interesting perspective in James 2:3). Not only equalizer but very good news! Inner demeanor makes room for variety, for everyone. I enjoyed a recent “Menno Minute” by Werner Dejong, a missionary out there asking us over here whether there might be room for dance in our worshiping style(s) – an absolutely essential question as we and neighbors from next door and from faraway move forward in worship of almighty God.

At present I am leading a handful of persons participating in the Anabaptism at 500 Scripture study. I am delighted at some nice variety in this group and also the invitation to contribute our inner thoughts to the study notes in an upcoming Anabaptist Community Bible, anticipated publication in 2025. Please check out the Youtube introduction. https://anabaptismat500.com/

Wednesday, April 19, 2023

Lyrics and Scores

This title is kind of pretentious. I chose it just to remind myself of the topic at hand! The topic is beyond my field of expertise, but that does not necessarily keep me from pontificating about it. Music is one of my loves but I am quite untrained in the discipline of making it. I do recognize bass and treble cleffs, whole notes and quarter and half, and I can almost read time signatures. Not much. My wife, one daughter and two sons are musical and each quite unique in style and performance. I love the music they make; wish only they would do it together more regularly in my presence. I love singing both choral and contemporary, AND I can tell when music is good and when it’s bad, appropriate or inappropriate. Don’t ask me how. I just know.

Two days ago Verna and I attended a choral concert at Mount Royal University here in SW Calgary, of course because our daughter sings in one of the choirs. Kantorei Choral Festival it was called, apparently a first in Western Canada, this concert was at end of a week full of workshops, masterclasses and professional development opportunities featuring two world-renowned choral leaders and composers, Jake Runestad and Joshua Rist. What an occasion, what a wind-up, what inspiration! I am still pumped even with my lack of musical expertise, pumped probably because music did exactly what music is intended for. Music is the voice of the soul, or inner spirit (good or evil, my opinion). These guest conductors treated the choirs and all of us in the packed house to new stuff and also some old things eternally true.



In addition to the inspiration of choirs from across Alberta and a large boys choir from Laval, Quebec, I encountered some surprise content. For starters the world premier of Runestad’s Ritual was a song without words! Words also fail me trying to describe the piece, except to say how beautiful it was when two choirs sang like one, like one voice, as though the conductor himself had music coming out of his hands. The title and the incredible union of voice and volume and my experience of ritual in my faith practice was moving, to say the least. Equally inspiring, mysterious actually, was the closing finale sung by all Festival Choirs together - 380 voices - Joshua Rist’s world premier, I Will Walk You Home. Rist, tall and youthful, already having conducted several bouncy pieces (even one with that Rapper guy, KtheChosen) in introducing this number he spoke in a subdued manner, sharing quite personably some family pain – claiming his need to make music, something that just has to be done. Everybody in the audience knew it was a holy moment. There were many wet eyes as we listened to that final rendition.

The Christian faith as practiced in our denomination the Mennonites is almost coterminous with congregational singing. We are not known for brilliant preaching, but we know how to sing, or at least we used to. And depending on varying rifts and traditions, some acapella, some with organ and piano, some with songleaders, some without, and of course many pros and cons about singing ‘off the wall’ usually led by singing groups or worship bands. Even with today's full variety this denomination with its staid Swiss European Russian beginnings, now has two thirds of its membership in Africa, Asia, or Latin America. In these areas of recent growth, congregational singing also very important, but more akin to pow wows and dances than the beat or the harmonies still dominating the Caucasian scene.

For me this begs a fresh new question, and also simple continuation of some things already on my mind (eg. recent blog “Recognizing Saints", March 31)[i]. Not only life in the church, but in encounter with God who is beyond the traditions of any denomination, or beyond practice of the ancient Hebrews (including now Christians and Muslims), or of the Indigenous (including the drum, their heartbeat for worship). Fascinating about this concert in this secular non-sectarian setting was that even with minimal reference to God there was undeniable Presence, deep things which can only be musically expressed, fully endorsed by those with deep faith claims or perhaps deep faith needs, including the rendition with no lyrics at all! 😉 Fascinating.

Always  there are ‘progressives’ and ‘regressives’, whether secular, Christian, Muslim, in politics, or…I am reminded of many years ago when I was a college student, our Music Professor choir conductor par excellence was also a closet charismatic! Yes, conducting many many Bachs and Chopins and huge repertoire of long-haired college music, he also fed his inner spirit by hobnobbing in a christian fellowship which included speaking in tongues! Although not regular practice among fellow teachers and students, to me his worship choice signaled integrity, a teacher whose relationship with God went beyond the confines, restraint, sophistication of his profession. Today's many theological self descripts as evangelical, affirming, welcoming, social activists, traditionalists, etc are not really necessary when relationship with God is 'for real'. This now reminds me of the heartrending finale at Mount Royal the other evening.

Yes, God is beyond denominations and beyond the operable present faith traditions, and also beyond the music and the lyrics we write. Music is undeniably the language of the soul. And finally, yes finally even atop all this 'soulatary' inspiration, a finale even atop what we can create or experience here and now, is the Grand Finale as recorded in the book of Revelation.

11 Then I looked and heard the voice of many angels, numbering thousands upon thousands, and ten thousand times ten thousand. They encircled the throne and the living creatures and the elders. 12 In a loud voice they were saying:

“Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain,
    to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength
    and honor and glory and praise!”
(Revelation 5:11-12)



[i] See also a very thoughtful recent edition Canadian Mennonite, Vol 27, no.5, beginning with Will Braun editorial, “Is the ban back?”