Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Light of the World




At the beginning of last week our Bishop issued the following statement, which you can find on the website of the Diocese of Northern California.  I have also posted it to St. John’s Facebook page:
Dear Friends in Christ:
Rabbi Rick Jacobs, President of the Union for Reform Judaism, recently said that …[the President’s] executive order [banning refugees and Muslim travelers] "will be remembered by history together with the Dred Scott decision and the internment of Japanese Americans during World War II as governmental actions most antithetical to American values. We will resist its implementation by any means available to us."
To which I say, Amen. And in my judgment it is antithetical to Christian values also. I invite you to join me in opposing it, and in making your opposition known. I say this in the hope that together we might uphold core principles above mere politics.
Yours in Christ,
+Barry
Now, I love and respect our Bishop.  I am also bound by the vows of my priestly ordination to be guided by his pastoral direction and leadership.  What’s more, I do oppose the executive order, for reasons which I would be happy to explain to you later, if you really care.  But the hard part for me in the Bishop’s statement was that bit about making my opposition known.  I have, in fact, made it known--to the White House and to our representatives in Congress.  That was easy.  But when I read those words of the Bishop, the first people I thought of were not in Washington, D.C. but here in Petaluma.  I thought of you people, and the fact that I would be preach to you again today.
So I went to the lectionary to study the passages appointed for this week, I read, “Shout out, do not hold back!  Lift up your voice like a trumpet!”  I read “No one lights a lamp and hides it under a bushel basket, but they put it on the lampstand, to give light to all in the house.”  And I kind of groaned a little to myself and thought “Lord, not again.”  Because the truth is, I didn’t want to talk about the Executive Orders.  It wasn’t just that I was worried about offending people, though that was part of it.  I know that there are some among you who voted for this President.  In recent months I’ve had one person tell me on the way out of church on Sunday that what I said in my sermon that morning was dead wrong.  I’ve heard from another that the Episcopal Church has moved too far to the right (though I think he meant to say the left), and he won’t be coming on Sunday anymore.  I’ve had people voice their concern about politics in the pulpit, and others walk out while I’m still preaching. 
And these have been painful moments for me, because I care about those people, and I want them to like me.  I’ve made an effort to follow up with them, to let them know that their concerns are important, and that I hope we’ll keep the conversation going.  I like to think that they’re still my friends.  And having a difference of opinion is not the worst thing that can happen between people, so as I was thinking about preaching today the possibility that someone might disagree with me was not my biggest fear.   What really troubled my heart is my growing sense that it is no longer possible in this country to say anything substantive about public affairs, without appearing to be, in the words of our Bishop, “merely political.” 
Bishop Beisner in his message seeks to appeal to what he calls “core principles,” but the fix we are now in is that we can’t even agree on what the core principles are.  We can point to many causes for this, and none of the pat explanations that blame on one group in society or another for the corrosion of our moral consensus is really persuasive.  Nevertheless, it is tempting to try.   And so, while there has been no shortage of prophetic voices in our land, calling for a truly honest, searching, and inclusive conversation about what constitutes the good life, and the just society, and we can get there at last, those voices have become harder and harder to hear.  Because above them, threatening to drown them out, has been the ceaseless ideological warfare, waged in the field of mass communications with the weapons of propaganda.   
This ideological conflict has become what we mean when we use the word “politics,” which has become a dirty word.  It has not only overtaken our public institutions, and the media, and our schools and universities.  It has poisoned our family dinner tables and has divided our churches.  Everywhere it seeks, not to find the common ground of values that we share, but to force us to take sides.  So it is no wonder that we look for a refuge, for a place that is not a battleground.  It is only natural to want a language to converse in that is innocent of “politics.”  And many of us seek that sanctuary here, in the church, and in her religious language. 
But here it has to be said that the church does not offer a space that is purely private and subjective, where we can be concerned only for ourselves: for our intimate relationships; our personal hopes and dilemmas; our imaginative and emotional experience.   Because the church keeps bringing us back to the language of the Bible.   
And Jesus does not say “you are the light of the mind,” or “you are the light of the heart, shining deep within.”  He says “you are the light of the world.”  He does not say, “you are the sweetness of heaven.”  He says “you are the salt of the earth.”  And the “you” in these sayings is plural.  He is talking about who we are, and what we do, together—a city on a hill.   Just in case we somehow missed the point of the Beatitudes, and think that Jesus spares us the hard and humbling work of hungering and thirsting for justice, of giving and receiving mercy and making peace, he directs our attention back to the law and the prophets; to those books of the Bible that have everything to do with the practical realities of creating a moral community that reflects the goodness and compassion of God. 
Isaiah 58 is a perfect illustration of what Jesus didn’t want us to forget.  Here the prophet tells the people that they cannot restore their nation solely by what we would think of as religion.  It is not enough for them to fast and to pray.  When Isaiah says that the fast that God chooses is to share our bread with the hungry, and bring the homeless poor into our homes, he gives us language that cuts through our ideological defenses.  If we leave off thinking about whose fault it is that the poor are homeless, or who else should be responsible for giving them shelter; if we ask ourselves instead what it would take: what kind of healing of my faith in the restorative powers of community would enable me to open my door, and give a homeless person a place at my dinner table, and a bed in the guest room for the night, we begin to recover our imagination of the core values of a humane world. 
The highest of these values it is the giving human heart, wounded by sorrowing love.  This is the world’s center of moral gravity, and it finds its highest expression in Jesus.   It is from this center that Jesus calls us to be righteous, with a righteousness exceeding that of those paragons of ideological conflict, the Scribes and the Pharisees.  It is not the righteousness of being satisfied that if everyone agreed with my opinion the world’s problems would be solved, but more like that of Paul, who came to the church in Corinth in “weakness and fear and much trembling.” 
And yet Paul knew that in Christ, crucified, he’d found a wisdom that the rulers of this age could not understand.  So we also, who are buried with Christ in baptism that we might share in his resurrection, take our wobbling stands, and lift our quavering voices.  And so we give light to the world, even though we know our own minds are darkened with ignorance and sin, even though we know that the source of the light is far beyond us, and if we tried to look at it directly, without Jesus interceding, we’d go blind.   

Monday, November 21, 2016

Not normal





A few weeks ago I was chatting with someone in the office at the church, and we were commiserating about the electoral campaign and the vulgarity and vitriol coming out of it.  And she said she couldn’t wait until November 9, when it would all be over and life could get back to normal.  Well, I had to tell her that I was sorry to say so, but that I didn’t think it would be over then, and that normal might never return.  Now, when I said that I was envisioning a different scenario from the one that played out in the end.  And you can call me a hypocrite if you like, but now the idea of returning to normal feels less like a promise to be wistful about, and more like a temptation to be resisted. 
My daughter came home upset the other night because a friend of hers at school, who had been as outraged as all the other kids during the campaign, had said of the President-elect, “well, he’s not that bad.”  Which was also the message that the sitting President put out after meeting for the first time with his soon-to-be successor.  And even I, in the days right after the election, when so many people I knew were freaking out, posted a statement on Facebook suggesting we give the man the benefit of the doubt.  I dared to suggest that the realization of his awesome responsibility, and some vaporous mystique of the office that he inhaled in corridors of the White House, might awaken a latent graciousness and magnanimity in his soul.     
But then he started filling posts in his administration: for National Security Advisor, he chose a man who likens Islam to cancer, and describes it as a political ideology disguised as a religion; for Attorney General, a Senator who was rejected for a federal judgeship because of his record of overt racism; for his senior advisor and chief political strategist, an internet publisher of white-nationalist, sexist, homophobic, and anti-Semitic propaganda.  The Ku Klux Klan, and the rest of the neo-Nazi and white supremacist wing of the President-elect’s movement is jubilant, anticipating an all-out attack on the rights and liberties of ethnic, and sexual, and religious minorities.  God help us if we come to see this as normal.
Of course, from a Christian point of view, there was never any “normal” to get back to.  The Collect for this last Sunday of the Christian year describes the peoples of the earth as under the sway of a hostile power.  It keeps us divided from each other, splintered into spurious identities of nation, and race, and religion.  Not only are we divided, but we are also enslaved.  We are imprisoned in the resentment and hate we nurse against those we consider “the other,” in the lies we tell to rationalize injustice and violence.  Even when we succeed in dominating the other, and enjoying the privilege of their subservience, we are not free.  We have only subjected ourselves, along with them, to a superior power.  And the name that the Collect gives for this power is “sin.”
And it prays for God’s well-beloved Son to free us from this bondage and bring us together under his most gracious rule.  But when it says that he is King of Kings and Lord of Lords, we must be careful not to misunderstand.  This does not mean that he is of same ilk as the kings and presidents and party chairmen who rule the nations of the world, or that he makes a rival claim to their power.   It is saying that Christ has overcome the superior power that keeps them, and us, enslaved.  Because all earthly power, when you come right down to it, is a doomed effort to perpetuate itself, to defend its interests against those of an other.  But Christ’s power comes from the sovereign will of the almighty and everlasting God, whose purpose it is to reconcile all people, and restore all things.
Which sounds nice, but how it really works is not the least bit normal.  This is apparent when you consider that this power was decisively revealed on the cross.  In Luke’s telling of the story, the Jewish leaders scoff at Jesus as he is hanging on the cross, and say, “he saved others; let him save himself.”  And then the Roman soldiers mock him, saying, “If you are the King of the Jews, save yourself!”  Finally one of the men crucified along with Jesus, derides him, saying, “Are you not the Messiah?  Save yourself and us!”  To these people “save yourself,” is a taunt, a way of rubbing Jesus’ nose in his powerlessness, because preserving oneself is what power is for.   His inability or unwillingness to save himself is proof that he is no king, and no Messiah. 
But the other criminal is somehow able to see the real power of Jesus.  Crucifixion was a punishment reserved for rebellious slaves and others who took up arms against the state.  So here is someone who has tried and failed to overthrow domination with revolutionary violence.  He knows enough about Jesus to understand that this was not his way, and yet here Jesus is, suffering alongside him, condemned as if guilty of the man’s own crime.  And this fills his dying agony with insight about what is really happening here.  Jesus has not failed, because he never tried to win victory for one party over another, or to restore the greatness of one exceptional nation.  He is, in fact, freely giving his life to lead all humankind into a different world.  He is founding a new humanity, on the forgiveness of perpetrators and the witness of victims, on the vulnerability to lostness and sickness and sinfulness and death that we all have in common, and on our shared hope for the answering compassion of a loving God. 
And so the crucified revolutionary discovers the unconditional and sacrificial love of Jesus, which more than a religious sentiment; more than a social ethic; more than a political strategy.  In his willingness to forgo self-preservation in his confrontation with the power of sin, he is one with the self-emptying of God who created a universe free to rebel against their creator.  He is one with the compassion of God who refuses to abandon her creatures to their rebellion.  Jesus manifested this unity of human and divine will throughout public ministry, and his death and resurrection make it finally possible for all of us to perceive it, to believe in it, to understand how it works, and what it aims to do.  And when our eyes open to see the kingdom of the Son of God, it is not just an illumination of the mind, but a longing kindled the heart, a fire lit in the soul, a passion to offer our selves in service to its consummation.  The love that was in Christ becomes our own, not to form us into a new tribe called Christians, to wield the old, false power of domination over others, but to make us free agents of the reconciling, liberating love of God.        
The news this week contained a vivid demonstration of this love.  As the COP22 climate conference in Morocco was winding up on Friday, a group of 48 of the poorest countries in the world made an announcement.  They said that while it is true that they are the least responsible for adding greenhouses gases to the atmosphere, and have benefitted the least from fossil-fueled industrial development, and have the least capacity to address the problem of human-caused climate distruption, because they are suffering the most from the unfolding catastrophe they have decided to take the lead in saving humanity.  And so they are committing themselves to leaving behind the carbon economy as soon as possible.  They are revising their plans for national development so that their carbon emissions peak by 2020, and they will build resilient economies based on renewable energy, and be completely carbon-neutral by 2050.
I’m not sure what it says that while we squander our wealth on military dominance, and indulge our fantasies of nationalistic revival, the poorest people in the world are displaying the moral greatness that we lack.  Or that while we willfully prefer opinions of convenience to the facts threatening our children’s future, they are showing the capacity for altruistic sacrifice we seem largely to have lost.  Certainly it gives the lie to any claim we might make to be a Christian nation.  But “Christian nation” is an oxymoron anyway.  And if the murderer could gain paradise while hanging on a cross, surely it isn’t too late for us.  The Son of God still has the power to free us from the bondage of division and the slavery of sin, if we really want him to.  But, of course, we would have to give up being normal.   

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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.