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Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Agreeing to agree



·  Psalm 8

Last Tuesday, as I usually do, I drove my daughter to her piano lesson after school.  There’s a comfy leather couch in the front room of the teacher’s house, where parents are welcome to wait while the lesson is going on.  I had brought some things to read over before the vestry meeting that evening, but as I was sitting down I saw a magazine on the coffee table.    What caught my eye was a single word splashed across the cover page, a word so ideologically-loaded that it is hard to say it without a certain discomfort.  Maybe that’s why we so often prefer not to mention it, even though it is the dominant cultural force of our existence.   The word, as you might have guessed, was “Capitalism.”
So I opened the magazine to the cover article, and was startled to read, and I quote, “The U.S. system of market capitalism is broken.”  Intrigued, I read on about the growing concentration of wealth and its investment, not in the expansion of productive business activity, but in debt-fueled speculation on existing assets such as housing, stocks, and bonds.  Across every industry from banking to auto-makers to computers and telecom, the focus has shifted from developing new enterprises that create new jobs to making more money from money.  The result: an unstable and anemic economy that provides astronomical fortunes for hedge fund managers, Fortune 500 CEOs, and large shareholders, and diminishing returns for everyone else.   It is a system, the article concludes, that needs a “lifesaving intervention.”   
What was really surprising about this article was where I found it.  It’s not as if the story it tells is news.  They proclaimed it at Occupy encampments all over the country in 2011 and 2012, and the political establishment and its media outlets jeered in disdain.  Armored police drove the Occupy protesters out of the public squares, but they must have scattered like sparks on the wind, because now, five years later, their message is on the cover of Time magazine. 

Naturally, the Time article was quite narrow in what it was willing to admit about the crisis of Capitalism.  It touched only lightly on the political crisis that is engulfing the system because of its corruption and inability to reform itself.  It said even less about the moral crisis of a system in which 31% of children in the District of Columbia do not have access to a reliable supply of food.  And it said nothing at all about the ecological crisis of Capitalism, epitomized by the fact that it would take 3.9 earths to sustain the world’s 7 billion people at the level of consumption of the average American. 
But, be that as it may, the idea that the Capitalist system is fundamentally broken must have penetrated far into our society, if Time magazine can put it on the cover as the simple truth.  And when an idea that once was unthinkable is suddenly accepted as obviously true, it liberates enormous energy for change.  In 1985, when Mikhail Gorbachev was finally ready to admit what everyone already knew, that the economic system he oversaw was no longer functioning to meet the needs of his people, and he called for “perestroika” or restructuring, it was already too late.  Now I’m not saying that the United States of America is going to collapse in six years, like Gorbachev’s empire did, only that at the critical turning points of history, the great creative breakthroughs begin with changes in what people agree to believe.
It seems the editors at Time understand this, because why else, in the closing paragraphs of the article, would they start reaching for religious language?  They speak of American capitalism’s “crisis of faith,” and talk of reforming business education, “still permeated with academics who resist challenges to the gospel of efficient markets in the same way that medieval clergy dismissed scientific evidence that might challenge the existence of God.”  They remind us that our market system “wasn’t handed down, in perfect form, on stone tablets,” and call for a “reaffirmation of first principles.” 
The only “first principle” they can come up with is that the financial system should “provide a clear, measurable benefit to the real economy.”  Fair enough, but we Christians have been through religious reformations before, and we have our own first principles, largely forgotten, that might prove useful at this time: “Man does not live by bread alone, but from every word that comes from the mouth of God.”  Or “do not worry about what you are to eat, or what you are to drink, or what you are to wear.  Your heavenly father knows you need all these things.  But set your hearts on his kingdom first, and its saving justice, and all these other things will be given to you as well.”  Or how about this one: “No one can be the slave of two masters: you will either love the first and hate the second, or be attached to the second and hate the first.  You cannot be the slave of God and money.”   

You see, from the point of view of those who follow Jesus, the great error of Capitalism is its distorted view of human beings.  Because our true value as persons is not measured by how much we produce, or how much we consume or accumulate.  In truth it is immeasurable, for we were made in the image of God, and this is as true of the profoundly disabled person who will never have a “job” in his life, as it is for the CEO.  And we do not achieve our highest good by each pursuing his own self-interest in competition with others, but by taking Christ as our pattern, walking in love as he loved us and gave himself up for us as an offering and sacrifice to God.
We don't think nowadays, of the idea of Holy Trinity as a revolutionary breakthrough.  But it was, historically, and might still be, because it originated, not as a new doctrine about God, but as the experience of a new way of being human.  You and I experience the world through a narrow window each of us calls “myself.”  Our habit of identifying with that self, of fearing for its safety, defending its reputation, and promoting its interests, is near impossible to break.  And yet this “self,” which seems to be the single indispensable fact of our being, is treacherously unstable.   Because it learns who it is and what it wants by imitation.  It desires what the other people have. 
But in Jesus of Nazareth, the pioneers of the Trinitarian faith encountered a different kind of self.  It was not that he didn’t have the individual personal characteristics.  It was that he didn’t seem to want what other people had.  To meet him was to come into the presence of person who wasn’t trying to get anything from you, but only to give you something that you couldn’t see was already yours, an indescribable fullness of being, flowing from an unseen source.  Not that this made him indifferent to the people around him.  On the contrary, he was exquisitely attuned to them, embracing their aliveness, encouraging their faithfulness and generosity, perceiving with compassion their fear, their delusion and suffering.  With flawless precision he would find the places they were bound, trapped by their traumas and disappointments, attachments and resentments, and he would say the word or make the gesture that opened the cage and gave them the chance, if they chose, to go free. 

And when Jesus rose from the dead, the apostles finally began to understand that this is also the kind of person God is.  Not a jealous rival for our affections, for there is no God but God, but an inexhaustible fountain of life pouring out for the well-being of others.  They saw that God’s desire to give life and blessing to all creatures—with infinite tenderness, and absolute respect for their integrity and freedom, to speak to them in terms that they could work with, and come in time to understand—this parental love was the mysterious force at work in Jesus.  And when they looked into each other’s eyes and saw the recognition, the agreement, that this is how it really is, that same love poured into their hearts. 
They received the gift of the new person each of us is called to be, not a person restlessly hunting to shore himself with what others have, but a person whose self springs with effervescent freshness from the depths of life in God.  This gift is still here for us, still working in our remembrance of Jesus, in the grace and peace of his Word and Sacraments.  And when can look at our neighbor, and our eyes meet with a knowing look that says in both of our hearts, “yes, this is really how it is,” this is the promised Spirit of truth.  It is declaring to you the things that are to come, the fullness of being we were created to share from before the foundation of the world.

How things change






On Monday I mowed my front yard, and then yesterday I spent several hours in back.  It was almost the first yard work I’d done since the rains began to fall, because for a long time it was too wet, and then I was too busy.  It felt good to be out there again, to see what was going on beneath the winter’s growth of weeds, and I began to get excited for what this year’s gardening will bring.  But at the same time I had the feeling of crossing a threshold from which there would be no turning back, because once I start to mowing and weeding, it’s only one step from there to digging, and from digging to planting, and then I’m committed to another seven or eight months of watering and weeding and pruning and harvesting, until the winter comes and I get to rest until it’s time to do it all again.  
There’s a popular saying 12-Step circles that defines “insanity” as “doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.” Which is kind of how I think of the High Priest Annas in the book of Acts.  In our first reading this morning, the High Priest has brought Peter and the apostles before his council.  But Peter and John have been here before, in the preceding chapter, after they publicly healed a man who had not walked since birth, and then went around telling everyone they had done this in the name of Jesus of Nazareth, the Messiah.  On that occasion they were dragged before the council and warned to stop talking that way, and yet here they are again today.  Because they have not stopped preaching and healing the sick, and more and more of the people of Jerusalem are coming to believe what they say about Jesus. 

And for the High Priest it's suspiciously like trying to stir the people up to hold him responsible for Jesus’ death.   It's all part of what is feeling more and more like a recurring nightmare.  After all, Peter and his friends are in the same place where not so long ago Jesus himself stood, and Annas charged him with blasphemy.  From there they took Jesus and accused him of sedition before the Roman governor, who had him crucified, and, by all rights, that should have been the end of him.  But like a weed that keeps sprouting back no matter how many times you pull it, Jesus of Nazareth won’t go away.  And still the High Priest keeps repeating the same tactics of coercion and intimidation and the thinly-veiled threat of violence.
Of course, Peter has his own bad memories of the High Priest, and of the night that Jesus was arrested.  While all the others ran away, Peter had the courage to follow the crowd to Annas’ house and even to enter the courtyard and find a place around the fire.  But there his courage failed, and he denied that he knew Jesus three times before the cock crowed.  And yet now he is back again, and this time he denies nothing, and makes no attempt to conceal who he is.  So while the High Priest and his council keep doing the same thing over and over again, Peter’s behavior has changed completely.  So why is that?  What has happened to Peter and his friends that they are able to stand up boldly and speak forthrightly, where before they were dissembling and slinking around in the shadows? 

Well, Peter answers that question himself.  What happened is something that the High Priest himself helped set in motion, though he did not know it—a awareness that grew in the disciples of Jesus as they watched him falsely accused, and unjustly condemned, and cruelly put to death.   They saw how deep the world’s sickness runs—how mindlessly it goes through its habitually violent motions, how impervious it is to the imagination of something new.  They saw with disgust how their own dreams of quickly and painlessly setting things right were tainted with envy and lust for power.  But God did not abandon them there, in their guilt and horror and self-loathing.  “The God of our ancestors,” says Peter, “raised up Jesus, whom you had killed by hanging him on a tree. God exalted him at his right hand as Leader and Savior that he might give repentance to Israel and forgiveness of sins.”  Now Peter and his friends cannot help but tell others about the resurrection of Jesus, because  they finally understand what will really change the world. 
And we are not the only ones who know this, Peter says, but God’s Holy Spirit does, too.  In other words, the apostles are not simply going around bragging about a visionary experience they alone were privileged to have. Because the Holy Spirit is the one who speaks through the prophets, revealing and empowering God’s will for the whole nation, and indeed, all creation.  So what Peter is saying is that in the crucified and risen Christ God has revealed, to anyone who’s open to understand, God purpose for everyone, to restore us to sanity, and freedom, and peace.
This revelation is what the Church since ancient times has called “the Paschal mystery.”  “Mystery”, in this context, doesn’t mean the same thing that it does to us today.  It is not a riddle to which we have no answer, or a crime that remained unsolved, but more like the opposite of that.  In the ancient world a “mystery” was a kind of ritual drama through which the participants were able to know what is secret, and see what is hidden—the purposes of God.  And for the apostles the death and resurrection of Jesus was this kind of mystery.  Except it was not confined to the inner precincts of a temple, and it was not for the benefit of a few chosen initiates.  It played in public, in the real world, on the stage of history where everyone could see it.  In spite of that, none of the participants in this ritual drama had any idea they were acting out a mystery, except Jesus himself.  But now Peter and his friends know it too, thanks to the witness of the Holy Spirit.  

The apostles were more concerned with sharing the divine mystery of the resurrection of the crucified than with establishing precisely the facts of what happened.  We know this because the gospels have no problem telling different versions of their most important story, whose details don’t always agree.  And the same is true of the gift of the Holy Spirit.  The Acts of the Apostles separates it from the resurrection by a span of fifty days, to reveal the mystery as a progression of distinct events unfolding through time.  But the Gospel of John connects the gift of the Holy Spirit directly with the appearance of the risen Christ, in a unitive revelation.
Jesus breathed on his disciples, says John, and said to them, "Receive the Holy Spirit.”  And this breathing is more than a pun on the word for Spirit, which in Hebrew and Greek is the same as the word for breath.  It is a reference, I think, to the Second Chapter of Genesis, where God breathes life into the man he has formed from the soil.  Jesus goes on to say, “If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them; if you retain the sins of any, they are retained.”  And in these few words the hidden purpose of God comes to light, because in that same chapter of Genesis we read there was a tree in Garden of Eden, whose fruit gave the knowledge of good and evil, which was forbidden to eat.  And we all know what happened next, how Adam and Eve ate that fruit and brought death into the world.  
But Christ’s resurrection begins the new creation of humankind, in which death is robbed of its power.  And with the gift of the Holy Spirit, the knowledge of good and evil is no longer a fatal trap.  We still have the choice to retain other’s sins, to repeat the old pattern of holding grudges and making scapegoats and condemning them to punishment—otherwise we would not be free.  But we also have the power to do something new, a power that comes from the breath of the risen Christ, from the body that bears the wounds of the cross in his feet and hands and side.  He died that death and yet God gave him back alive as the bringer of peace.  With the gift of the Spirit to help us to choose wisely, he sends us as he was sent.  We who, though guilty, are released from the threat of punishment and the fear of death, are sent to create a new world from the forgiveness of the crucified. 

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I am a priest in the Episcopal Church, and have been (among other things) an organic farmer and gardener, and a Zen monk. I have a lifelong interest in social and spiritual renewal on the basis of contemplative discipline, creative nonviolence, and ecological practice. In recent years my work has focused intensely on the responsibility of pastoral ministry in the humanistic, evangelical, and catholic branch of Christianity known as Anglicanism. I'm married with a daughter, and have three brothers and two parents.