I Am a Christian

Christian: A follower of Christ. 

One who belongs to Christ. 

One who strives to faithfully study, learn and follow the words and ways of Jesus of Nazareth. 

This word, Christian, has a meaning. 

Christian does not mean American. Or Republican. Or conservative. It does not mean Democrat. Or progressive. I know faithful Christians in ALL these categories. 

I am a Christian. And an American. And an Independent voter. And a Progressive. I have spent long hours studying, praying, discussing and listening on this journey. I have come to exactly none of my convictions lightly or quickly.

• Not for acceptance.
• Not for show. 
• Not because it's easier.
• Not so "the world" would love me more. 
• Not to destroy children or families.
• Not because I hate my country. 
• Not because I hate babies.
• Not because I hate democracy.
• Not because I want to distort history.
• Not because I am mean, or cruel, or deceived, or deluded.

All of these are categorically false, yet I have heard all of these as descriptions of people who would self-describe as Progressive. And not just in the virtual world of fringe extremists. But from people in my actual world, in sermons from folks who, it is clear, have not had a serious conversation with a progressive Christian, people who I know personally and have easy access to asking questions of those they're slandering (and yes, I know this is a strong word, but this is what is happening)... Folks who feel free to demonize without seeking to know or understand the actual people they speak and preach and "meme" against.

I see this tendency on both sides as we continue to push further and further apart, demonizing "the other" with greater and greater glee and self-righteousness. 

I speak of what I know. I lived most of my life in a conservative, Republican, very isolated pond. That is what I know. So I know that many within that group are also doing their best to follow the words and way of Jesus, even when I now deeply disagree with some important conclusions. 

I came to new convictions based on my firm belief that it more faithfully reflects the ways and words of Jesus. (Read that sentence again please. And then again, if you still aren't hearing it.) You do not have to agree with another person's conclusions (obviously), but disagreement does not mean that they are not sincerely held, faithfully thought out, prayed over and studied convictions. Every single "progressive" Christian I know personally defies the descriptions in the above list. Every one.

I am exceedingly thankful for a local community of faithful, committed followers of Christ that also hold, within this group, to a wide variety of political and societel opinions. I am thankful for pastors that lead us to walk together in our differences. I want to remain open and empathetic in a world that is screaming for me to close off, to isolate, to cast dispersions. This community is leading me in that harder but, I believe, more faithful way. We all get it wrong at times. I spent a lifetime of years mostly comfortable in my certainty. I want to spend the rest of my years willing to be somewhat uncomfortable, willing to sit with: "What if I'm wrong?" "What if there is something I need to learn here?"

This mindset, I believe, will more likely keep me kind, hopefully humble, gentle, curious. Love must be the driving force as we wade through this thing together.

I pray that our disagreements would drive us to ask better questions. To be curious. To think more deeply. To draw toward rather than away. To pray rather than disparage. To study rather than assume. To cultivate greater imaginations for what could be. 

This is hard work. Everything in us wants to pull away, to find comfort and safety in "likeness". Likeness will give us a sense of camaraderie. Kinship. Comfortable belonging. Peace-keeping. But it will not bring healing. It will not make for true peace. Or shalom. Or justice. 

I do not know all the answers, but I know these ways we are most prone to choosing will eventually destroy us. I know when we demonize and dehumanize, we are not only hurting others, but we are hurting ourselves as well. When we redefine people and words to fit our arguments, we've cut off any hope of real communication. We must lean into love - with all of its messy unknowns, if we're ever to find healing together.

The Plain Truth

 Quick survey: Who here believes...

The earth is flat?

Women must cover their heads in church?

The sun revolves around the earth?

Women must be silent in church?

It's acceptable to enslave people?

Women must wait and direct any questions they may have to their husbands at home?

Men must keep their hair short?

Any one divorced and remarried is an adulterer?

Tattoos are an abomination?

We can't eat lobster, shrimp or pork?

Without asking for a show of hands, let's move on...

When Galileo (a devout Christian) began to talk about the earth revolving around the sun, he was excommunicated from the church for going against the plain truth of scripture and the historical teachings of the church.

When churches began to allow women to have positions of authority in their churches and *gasp* even preach, many were kicked out of their respective denominations for going against the plain truth of scripture and the Church's historical teaching (unfortunately, some are practicing this, still today).

When folks, both inside the Church and outside, began to speak out against slavery, and later Jim Crow laws, they were ostracized, most vehemently by other Christians. It went against God's natural laws, they said.

The Bible has been used to justify slavery and segregation, abuse of women and children, the genocide of Native Americans. We used it to kill those judged to be "witches." It's been used to blame mental illness on demonic activity.

Still today, it's used to create hysteria around vaccines and CRT. For some it's used as evidence to shame people with illness and disability on the grounds of sin and lack of faith. We use it to cancel celebrities and amusement parks, movies and other churches.

As far back as our own original scriptures, folks were arguing about whether they could allow gentiles into the Church, and if they did, should they have to eat like us, cut themselves like we do? Scripture was very clear on these topics. Yet...they changed.

Add to this literally thousands of denominations forged solely from divisions on thousands of more minor differences in interpretations and understandings of our scriptures.

You wanna know what the plain truth is? The Bible is ancient literature written within ancient cultures. It's inspired. It's important. It is truth. It's packed with wisdom that all of us need and can apply within today's world, nations and cultures. But it's not easy. And it's often not plain. 

"The plain truth of scripture" is too often used to shore up hard things, things we do not want to investigate, wade through or have to admit we may have been wrong about. I believe strongly that God preserved our scriptures for us to be able to continue, as early Jews and Christians did, to discuss and disagree and pray over these words and seek the wisdom God has for us within them -- together. Going back to the early Church that I mentioned above, I don't think we fully grasp the seismic nature of what happened in that space within the earliest days of the church. This was not a minor disagreement. It was MAJOR. They were being asked to consider moving in a different direction from bedrock teachings of the Jewish faith since Moses - thousands of years of teaching that they firmly believed went from God's mouth to Moses' ear - and then to them. And what, after much discussion (likely very heated) and prayer did they say? "It seemed good to the Holy Spirit and to us..." And they changed. I am NOT saying that we should not have opinions - we should. I do. Strong ones. I AM saying that we need to be careful to hold those loosely, holding ourselves accountable to others in both our local communities and the wider universal Church. We've mostly lost this skill. Instead, leaving near zero space for disagreement, we face forward and listen to one person TELL us what is safe to think about scripture and it's application today - ostracizing any that dare to doubt or question.

Change is hard. But it is not impossible. It will require some humility to admit that we've been deeply, dangerously, wrong before and we'll all be wrong again. All manner of atrocities have been justified as "biblical." The litmus test could much better be, not "Is it biblical?" but, "Does it look like Jesus?"

We need to be very, very careful about who we judge and exclude, who we cancel and who we deem to be deceived or heretical, based on "plain truth." Our history shows us that future generations have a much clearer understanding of the ways we were deeply misguided and do not look kindly on the ways we justified harm and exclusion. We'd best approach certitude carefully and with great caution.

If we are going to err (and we are) may we err on the side of love. Again, I think it bears repeating: 

Does it look like Jesus?

Sunday School Jesus

 You guys that have taught kids in Sunday school... You know how you invest so much time in studying; in imagining ways to tell the story that will reach their little hearts and show them how it can be effective in their lives today; verbally paint them a picture of the beauty of Jesus; creating a craft that will reinforce the lesson and it's application? Maybe even creative reenactments, songs, art? Remember that? 

Now do you remember how at the end of class you would ask a few questions to see what they kept from all that investment in their little hearts and minds? Think back -- what was, no matter the question, the most oft given answer?

"Jesus." 

I'm not kidding. 90 times out of 100, "Jesus." Of the 10% remaining, most of those are either what? ..."Sin" or "The Bible."

Was that frustrating? All that time. All the truth they could walk away with. All the lessons. All the ways that lesson could bring life changing truth. 

"Jesus." 

Why, do you think that is? 

Here's my thought:

Jesus is the BIG answer. Always. We know that and we taught them that. It's true. But it's also often the lazy answer.

There are a million different ways we can creatively apply the wisdom of our scriptures, of following Jesus, being a good citizen and a loving neighbor. We can almost 100% know that when we keep falling back on our answer to everything being, "Jesus" or "The Bible," or "sin," we've chosen the lazy way rather than the creative way, the deeper way.

This is what I feel like I'm seeing among entirely too many Christians around racial justice, justice reform, gun control, equal rights. We are given so much beauty and creativity and depth in scripture and in the life and ways of Jesus. So much truth in how to walk out justice and mercy and peace. Detailed accounts in the Sermon on the Mount of what it could look like. Right here. Right now. Not just in the sweet by and by.

All of that, and we reduce everything to, "Jesus."

Yes. JESUS. But how? Where? Toward who? What does it look like - right. now? We've lost all creativity and imagination. "Just Jesus" is the lazy way out. Both are truth. Which one will take us to deeper change that brings His Kingdom? That allows all to flourish? That allows us to live in abundance rather than scarcity?

When it's ten year-olds in Sunday school, we've got some time, the stakes aren't so high. But now? Losing our spiritual imagination has much graver consequences. It's brought us innocent people languishing in prison, dead kids with Skittles in their pockets or a violin in their backpack, scores of dead school kids, LGBTQ kids with astronomical suicide rates. We cannot afford lazy answers.

We must do better. Sunday School Jesus is true. But He means for us to go so much deeper.

Eighteen

Eighteen. 

Eighteen of our babies ate their cereal, maybe complained it wasn't the right one.

Eighteen of our babies rubbed sleep from their eyes, rushed and laughed and whined and played. They likely tested their parents' patience getting out the door.

Then eighteen of our babies hugged their Mamas and Daddys before heading into their classrooms.

And they will never see them again. 

Eighteen.

My kids' babies will be in an elementary school this Fall.

My daughter is in a classroom every. day.

Many of my friends spend every single day in a classroom. Their kids are in a classroom. Every. Single. Day.

I'm honestly sick of our thoughts and prayers. As if God cares to hear our prayers when we care nothing for peace and justice and mercy.

I'm sick of legislators that do absolutely nothing. That flatly refuse to step across the aisle and have real conversations. Too busy posturing and spewing hate, creating chaos rather than working toward peace. No time for actual problems, we've got imaginary ones to keep in the spotlight.

I'm sick of lobbyists more concerned about profits than our babies. Than our elders.

I'm sick of us.

It's not my church. 

It's not my fault.

Not my neighborhood grocery store. 

Not my kids' school. 

Not my son.

Not my daughter.

Not my movie theater. 

Not my problem.

But it is my right!

And, by God, it's my gun!

When will it matter enough to DO. SOMETHING?

What is the magic number? I pray to God that number is eighteen.

The Slippery Slope

I just finished the second of two books by the same title: The Politics of Jesus. One by Obery Hendricks and the other by John Howard Yoder.

I keep a running Want To Read list, and it's not unusual for me to forget who recommended, when, or why I added it, etc. As I was searching for a new book a few weeks ago, I picked this one and pulled up both authors. Since I could not remember the recommendation, I decided it might be interesting to read both. I was not wrong. They took decidedly different approaches. In some instances, they came to remarkably different conclusions. They used different scripture references to bring their points. They pulled from different historians, scholars and theologians. They came from different perspectives, circumstances and backgrounds. 

What did they have in common? They are faithful followers of Jesus. They are learned scholars. They hold scripture to have wisdom useful for us today. They value the life, work and teachings of Jesus. They both believe He spoke openly and courageously into the politics of His day in ways that ultimately led to His crucifixion. And that what we learn from that can, and should, effect the way we live today.

I did not immediately accept or agree with every conclusion they drew, but I learned a lot - much that will keep me thinking, meditating on and finding ways to incorporate change into my daily life.

What am I learning? That it is not a dangerous thing to read a wide variety of teachers, scholars, theologians and teachers and authors (both fiction and nonfiction) as I grow in my faith. God speaks to ALL of us through our life and circumstances. We ALL interpret scripture through the lens of the life, culture and generations, victories and traumas we've come up in. Through the magic (and sometimes curse) of social media, I follow and am friends with people from almost every conceivable background - many of them Christ followers. I am amazed at the number of Bible verses shared by folks from completely different perspectives, using the same exact verses to reinforce completely opposite beliefs. Both believing it proves their point irrefutably. It's sometimes just downright amusing. Sometimes sad. We can't see what we can't see. I hear folks say that, "All we need is scripture," but this simply is impossible. Scripture MUST be interpreted. And we all interpret it through our personal lenses, most handed down to us from someone else's lens (but usually one very similar to our own, because we want to feel safe). Again, it is impossible. But on the bright side, I don't think God ever intended it should be this way.

"No man is an island," or so they say. Or even better, scripture tells us, "We are many parts of one body, and we all belong to each other," (Romans 12:5). When we pick and choose to learn only from those like us, we are harming, not just ourselves, but others that are part of that larger community. Learning from those different from us expands our ability to see a greater depth in Jesus and our scriptures, to understand communities and the world we live in better. To understand clearly that God, AND the community of His people are much bigger than we believe. Reading books from those outside the Christian faith has helped me grow in compassion and empathy. It has shown me that all Truth is God's truth and I do not need to fear learning from others. 

I am often frustrated that I grew up fearful to explore those whose Christian faith looked different from mine. And DEFINITELY not anyone outside of the Christian tradition. Slippery slopes were literally everywhere. 

I'm learning to enjoy letting my world be bigger, wider, deeper. I'm learning to be comfortable (or at least less uncomfortable) with not having firm answers, with more gray and less black and white, with embracing mystery. With reading, following and learning from folks that challenge me, that make me say, "WHAT?!" and then walk me through it. Not that we'll always agree, but so we will always learn, grow and listen, growing closer together, even amidst differences.

Perhaps one of the joys I've found is that at the bottom of that slippery slope? God is very much there. I've found deep, enriching friendships outside of my previously very safe orbit. I've found friends that love and follow Jesus. We are literally everywhere. Don't be afraid to look around.

Missing People Still Here

Missing people still here.

Once integral parts of you,

Now disconnected. Apart.

Wholly separate.

You see them.

Hear evidence of their lives.

Busy. Productive.

Full of laughter. Friendships.

Witness struggle.

But isolated. Beyond reach.

The reasons vary.

Expected. Necessary.

Sudden. Misunderstood. Reeling.

Slow, steady decline, until suddenly,

It simply is not.

Life, ever in forward motion,

Cares little for what is left behind.

But our hearts?

Forward motion is more difficult.

Leaps and lurches.

Falls and setbacks.

What can be redeemed?

What must be left?

What new is coming?

Life, ever in forward motion,

Does indeed promise new things.

Yet we are often left

Missing people still here.