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  • The Fear of the Lord and the Politics of Awe

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    The Fear of the Lord and the Politics of Awe

    William P. Brown

    Columbia Theological Seminary, Decatur, Georgia

    It is common practice in many churches to share the “passing of the peace” dur­ ing worship. But what if someone next to you passed something different by saying “May the fear of the Lord be with you.” How would you respond? Perhaps move to another pew? Or imagine seeing on a course syllabus in theology the stated goal “to fear the Lord.” I would drop the course. From surging Co vid variants, worsening climate disruption, and rising crime to domestic terrorism, rampant xenophobia, and racist aggression, many of us live under a dark cloud of fear. Some fears are valid; others are not. It has been said that 90% of our fears do not reflect reality, but I wonder whether this observation needs some significant updating.1 There are today plenty of good reasons to be afraid, and fear is a natural response to the world as we see it.2 In any case, much of what we do is driven by fear, whether it’s electing leaders, practicing on the shooting range, or walking guardedly on the sidewalk. But the biblical sages and psalmists identified another, entirely different, kind of fear, the “fear of the Lord,” which has nothing to do with spreading terror and all to do with promoting confidence, wisdom, and livelihood. Note these references to “fear” in Proverbs:

    The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge. (Prov 1:7a) The fear of the Lord prolongs life. (Prov 10:27a) In the fear of the Lord one has strong confidence. (Prov 14:26a) The fear of the Lord is a fountain of life. (Prov 14:27a)3

    This kind of “fear” builds confidence and “prolongs life,” far different from the kind that elicits the “fight, flight, or freeze” response that, if sustained, debilitates the body. “The fear of the Lord” must mean something starkly different from “the spirit of cowardice” to which Paul refers in 2 Tim 1:7. For the biblical sages, “the fear of the Lord” is enlivening and enlightening. From Psalm 111:10 comes the oft-quoted line “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom” (cf. Prov 1:7; 9:10). In the psalm, God is praised for doing “great works” and “wonderful deeds,” for providing food, for keeping covenant, for doing justice, for redeeming people, for being gracious and merciful. Those are the reasons for “fearing the Lord,” and such “fear” is expressed in praise, delight, and obedience. “Great are the works of the Lord, studied by all who delight in them” (Ps 111:2). For the sages, wisdom was none other than “fear seeking understanding” (with apologies to Anselm) or “inquisitive awe.”4 The biblical sages insisted that the “fear of the Lord” draws one closer to God, living out the ways of God’s wisdom, rather than compels one to flee and hide from God’s presence (cf. Gen 3:8). In a word, such “fear” is ajfiliative, which seems absurd when we think of fear only as an avoidance response. Moreover, what kind of fear can be claimed as the “beginning of wisdom”? How does a God who is “gracious and merciful” and a provider of food inspire “fear”? This is not fear in any conventional


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    sense. It is not a paralyzing terror, but a grateful fear, a source of joy and delight (Sirach 1:11-20). Such “fear,” I submit, is akin to awe and wonder. As Abraham Heschel put it, “Unlike fear, [awe] does not make us shrink from the awe-inspiring object, but on the contrary draws us near to it.”5 This strange kind of fear cannot be fully captured in English translation. “Rev­ erence” by itself only dilutes the kind of “fear” that is commended by the psalmist and the sage. I propose reverential “awe” as the best candidate. Awe “stops us in our tracks,” arrests us in our routines, and shatters our “illusion of control and omnipo­ tence,” while at the same time arousing a desire to venture forth in a new direction in wonder.6 Awe awakens wonder, and wonder overcomes fear. In awe and wonder, a new attentiveness is born, a freshness of perception that “imbues the world with a certain Turing’ quality.”7 As Martha Nussbaum puts it, “In wonder I want to leap or run, in awe to kneel.”8 And most often “running” in wonder begins with “kneeling” in awe. If awe is the beginning of wonder, then wonder is the beginning of wisdom. Just ask Socrates: “Wonder (to thaumazein) is the only beginning of philosophy” (Theaetetus 155d). The analogy is unmistakable: as philosophy is to wisdom, so “the fear of the Lord” is to wonder. Awe is prompted by something or someone considered quintessentially Other, wholly outside of us yet striking a resonant chord deep within us. Whether in beauty or in ugliness, an experience of awe comes unbidden, both as a disruption and as a gift. As the outcome of awe, wonder is a paradox. On the one hand, it instills a reverent, even fearful, receptivity toward the other, a posture of standing back or bending the knee. Such is wonder’s affinity with awe. On the other hand, wonder quickens the desire to venture forth toward the source or object of awe and wonder. As awe kindles wonder, so wonder kindles the “eros of inquiry,”9 the desire toward knowledge and wisdom. Wonder cultivates an emotional and cognitive openness that is genuinely receptive yet ever restless. Such are the two sides of wonder: awe and inquiry. Or cast in biblical terms: the “fear of the Lord” and “wisdom.”

    The Science of Awe If the “fear of the Lord” is the biblical counterpart to awe, how do they mirror each other? What do they share in common? Here, science may be of help. Research psychologists define “awe” as an emotion located “in the upper reaches of pleasure and on the boundary of fear.”10 Put more technically by researcher Paul Piff, awe is “an emotional response to perceptually vast stimuli that defy one’s accustomed frame of reference in some domain. People typically experience awe in response to asocial stimuli like natural wonders, panoramic views, and beautiful art.”11 Or God. The point is that awe defies and deconstructs our accustomed worldviews. It “arises via appraisals of stimuli that are vast, that transcend current frames of reference, and that require new schemata to accommodate what is being perceived.”12 All experiences of awe have in common the perception of “vastness,” whether in size or in complexity, that “dramatically expands the observer’s usual frame of reference in some dimension or domain” and at the same time results in a self-perception researchers describe as the “small self,” a sense that one’s individual being and goals are relatively insignificant in comparison to something much larger.13 Piff and others undertook a series of studies to determine the behavioral con­ sequences of awe, in particular whether awe produces “prosocial behavior” such


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    as generosity and altruism. Awe was elicited in a variety of ways: the recollection of a natural scene, viewing videos of nature-based imagery including scenic vistas, mountains, plains, forests, and canyons, viewing nonnature-based awe conditions such as “droplets of colored water colliding with a bowl of milk,”14 as well as viewing a video montage of threatening natural phenomena, such as tornados and volcanoes. In measuring the outcomes of “prosocial behavior,” the researchers found no ap­ preciable difference among the various conditions of awe presented to their subjects in eliciting their self-perception as a “small self.” Moreover, the non-nature-based condition for eliciting awe demonstrated that “vastness” could be measured not only by physical size but also by “complexity.” The researchers suggested that awe “can be aroused by entities both large and small (e.g., those vast in complexity).”15 To sum up, the two central features of awe are (1) an experience of “vastness,” which elicits a diminution of the self while “transcend[ing] current frames of reference,” and (2) the construction of “new schemata to accommodate what is being perceived.”16 Or, put more simply: disorienting vastness and reorientation. It almost sounds psalmic (thanks to Walter Brueggemann)!17

    Job in Awe As I have argued elsewhere in greater detail,18 both dimensions of awe apply well to God’s answer to Job in chapters 38-41 of the book. As Job himself declares in response, “Therefore, I have uttered what I did not understand, things too wonderful for me, which I did not know” (42:3). Job admits to having spoken out of ignorance of the “wonderful things” (nipla’dt) he has been shown by God, whose revelation of creation exposed what Job “did not understand” and required a new orientation toward the world and himself.

    Vastness of Creation God provides Job a poetic panorama of creation, one that extends far beyond Job’s own purview. The poetry revels in the language of vastness as it takes Job from the “pathway to where light dwells” (38:19) to the “gates of deep darkness” (v. 17) and “recesses of the deep” (v. 16), from the “storehouses” of snow and hail (v. 22) to the “expanse of the earth” (v. 18). God asks Job whether he can “bind the chains of the Pleiades or loose the cords of Orion” (v. 31). Moreover, God points out the “waste and desolate land,” remote from human contact, where channels of rainwater irrigate the desert yielding new life (vv. 25-27). Such domains testify, in Job’s earlier words, to the very “outskirts of [the Lord’s] ways” (26:14), now brought front and center to his attention. The world according to God is so vast that it swallows Job up and scales him down. Job’s self-confessed result is his sense of “small self.” When challenged to respond by God, Job could only say:

    Look, I am so insignificant {qallotif what shall I answer you? I lay my hand on my mouth. I have spoken once, and I will not answer; twice, I will not do it again. 40:4-5

    Job’s self-professed silence, complete with appropriate hand gesture, not only


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    acknowledges God’s superior might but also signals Job’s state of awe. The vastness of creation has made its mark: Job considers himself insignificant. But this is only the first step.

    Job’s Reorientation Beyond impressing upon Job a sense of creation’s vastness and overwhelming divine power, God in fact teaches Job a thing or two about creation, transforming Job’s awe into wonder and wisdom. Job experiences a radical shift in perspective as he comes to see creation from God’s vantagepoint, particularly in the first part of God’s answer in which Job witnesses the expanse of the cosmos (38:4-38). But there is more. When God enlists the creatures of the wild for Job’s consideration, from lions to Leviathan, God compels Job to see the world through their eyes (38:39-39:30; 40:15-24; 41:1-34). Job sees the looming battle through the eyes of the warhorse, spies out corpses on the battlefield through the eyes of the vulture, roars for prey as the lion, cries for food like the raven’s brood, roams free on the vast plains like the onager, laughs at fear like the ostrich, plays in the mountains like Behemoth, and romps fiercely in the ocean like Leviathan. In God’s eyes, such creatures are all sub­ jects unto themselves, many of whom view the wilderness not as chaos but as home. The onager, for example, looks to the city and sees only chaos and oppression while dwelling quite happily in the salt lands and mountains (39:6-8). Job, as a result, is taken into the perceptual worlds of these wild creatures, reversing his own. Perhaps most dissonant for Job is God’s validation of chaos in creation. The overall movement of God’s revelatory answer proceeds from creation to chaos, from the earth’s foundations to Leviathan, rather than the reverse, as is typical of ancient creation accounts.19 The monstrous figure of Leviathan marks the culmination of cre­ ation, not creation’s catastrophe. In God’s world, this denizen of the deep is not slated for destruction but rather is meant to thrive, assuming unrivalled royal status (41:34; cf. 40:11-12). It is Leviathan, not Job, much less humanity, who bears royal status (cf. 29:25; Gen 1:26-28). All in all, God’s reconstruction of creation is not just an exercise in cognitive dissonance but an experience of “cognitive crucifixion.” In God’s answer to Job, “shift happens.” How does Job handle this? Enter the epilogue. In the book’s concluding narrative (Job 42:7-17), awe is proven to have its own moral outcome, now that Job is back home fully restored. The moral impact of awe directs the reader’s attention not to Job’s new life per se, restored as it is, but to Job’s new way of life, as revealed by one single yet telling act on his part. With the same number of children as before (see 1:2), Job the patriarch commits the unprecedented act of sharing his inheritance with his three daughters (42:13-15). In biblical antiquity, the family’s wealth was typically passed on only to the sons, while the daughters had to marry outside the family as a matter of economic survival. But not in Job’s household. Job cares about the dignity and economic well-being of all his children, daughters and sons alike, much like God’s care for all the creatures of the wild. And perhaps it is because for the first time Job is able to see the world through his daughters’ eyes. Perhaps out of empathy Job comes to realize the struggles that his daughters face in a world dominated by men. In any case, Job upends patriarchal convention as much as God upended Job’s world. Job’s “prosocial behavior” served the cause of justice, specifically gender justice. Such is one biblical example of the “politics of awe.”


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    Politics of Awe I refer to another, albeit very different, example of biblical awe (aka “fear of the Lord”), one in which such awe is ritualized and communalized, as found in the tithemeal stipulations given in Deuteronomy 14, divided into three sections:20

    Set apart a tithe of all the yield of your seed that is brought in yearly from the field. In the presence of the Lord your God, in the place that he will choose as a dwelling for his name, you shall eat the tithe of your grain, your wine, and your oil, as well as the firstlings of your herd and flock, so that you may learn to fear the Lord your God always, (vv. 22-23)

    But if, when the Lord your God has blessed you, the distance is so great that you are unable to transport it, because the place where the Lord your God will choose to set his name is too far away from you, then you may turn it into money. With the money secure in hand, go to the place that the Lord your God will choose; spend the money for whatever you wish—oxen, sheep, wine, strong drink, or whatever you desire. And you shall eat there in the presence of the Lord your God, you and your household rejoicing together. As for the Levites resident in your towns, do not neglect them, because they have no allotment or inheritance with you. (vv. 24-27)

    Every third year you shall bring out the full tithe of your produce for that year, and store it within your towns; the Levites, because they have no al­ lotment or inheritance with you, as well as the resident aliens, the orphans, and the widows in your towns, may come and eat their fill so that the LORD your God may bless you in all the work that you undertake, (vv. 28-29)

    Normally in the ancient Near East, a tithe was considered a tribute given to the king or priest in charge. Here, however, the tithe is uniquely associated with a lavish feast eaten “in the presence of the Lord” by all within the household and shared with the most vulnerable, including the Levites, immigrants, orphans, and widows. Such a meal, one might say, is akin to a potluck supper that welcomed guests who had no means to contribute. Instead of giving the tithe away to God to keep, the Israelites were to share and feast on it, and to do so joyfully and inclusively. And for what reason? To “learn to fear the Lord your God always” (v. 23b), the God who proves to be supremely benevolent. Such fear is “learned” in two ways: 1) by hosting a tithe meal that is itself an exercise in awe and wonder, highlighting the generosity of God who gives back what is offered to be received in joy, and 2) by practicing a festive form of inclusion in which the most vulnerable and marginalized are included in the celebration. In mandated ritual, awe and “prosocial behavior” find their culinary convergence, and a community comes closer to embodying egalitarian justice. This example of the “politics of awe” cultivates joy and gratitude on the one hand, and solidarity with the most vulnerable on the other. It is at the table that one participates in the “fear of the Lord” in awe and wonder, in communion and commu­ nitas. Indeed, the politics of awe includes justice and mercy, wisdom and hope, joy and perseverance, charity and moral responsibility. To borrow from Judaism, such awe leads to tikkun ‘olam, to “repairing the world.” With apologies to the prophet


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    Micah, but fully in keeping with the spirit of his message, I revise ever so slightly one of the most well-known passages in Scripture (6:8):

    What does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk in awe with your God?

    Walking “in awe” involves walking “humbly,” for awe-inspired humility is the most generative kind of humility. It is the kind that empowers and enlivens, that takes the “small self’ to new heights of agency on behalf of others.

    “May the fear of the Lord be with you.” “And also with you.”

    Notes 1 Noted in Gareth Higgins, How Not To Be Afraid: Seven Ways To Live When Everything Seems Ter­ rifying (Minneapolis, MN: Broadleaf Books, 2021), 6. 2 Higgins, How Not To Be Afraid, 7. 3 All translations, unless otherwise noted, are taken from the NRSV. 4 For further detail, see William P. Brown, Wisdom’s Wonder: Character, Creation, and Crisis in the Bible’s Wisdom Literature (Grand Rapids, MI: Eerdmans, 2014), 24, 37-38. 5 Joshua Heschel, God in Search of Man: A Philosophy of Judaism (New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1955), 77. 6 Cecilia González-Andrieu, Bridge to Wonder: Art as a Gospel of Beauty (Waco, TX: Baylor University Press, 2012), 36. 7 Robert C. Fuller, Wonder: From Emotion to Spirituality (Chapel Hill: University of North Carolina Press, 2006), 66. 8 Martha C Nussbaum, Upheavals of Thought: The Intelligence of Emotions (New York: Cambridge University Press, 2001), 54 n.53. 9 Jerome A. Miller, In the Throe of Wonder: Intimations of the Sacred in a Post-Modern World (Albany: SUNY, 1992), 15,53. 10 Dacher Keltner and Jonathan Haidt, “Approaching Awe, a Moral, Spiritual, and Aesthetic Emotion,” Cognition and Emotion 17, no. 2 (2003), 297. For more on the biblical implications of this original study, see William P. Brown, “Wisdom’s Wonder and the Science of Awe,”in T&T Clark Handbook of Christian Theology and the Modern Sciences, ed. John P. Slattery (London: Bloomsbury, 2020), 39,42. 11 Paul K. Piff, Pia Dietze, Matthew Feinberg, Daniel M. Stancato, and Dacher Keltner, “Awe, the Small Self, and Prosocial Behavior,” Journal of Personality and Social Psychology 108, no. 6 (2015), 883. 12 Piff, et al., “Awe, the Small Self, and Prosocial Behavior,” 884. Italics added. 13 Piff, et al., “Awe, the Small Self, and Prosocial Behavior,” 884, 892-93. 14 Piff, et al., “Awe, the Small Self, and Prosocial Behavior,” 891. 15 Piff, et al., “Awe, the Small Self, and Prosocial Behavior,” 893. 16 Piff, et al., “Awe, the Small Self, and Prosocial Behavior,”884. 17 Brueggemann famously typologized many of the psalms as psalms of orientation, disorientation, and reorientation/new orientation (The Message of the Psalms: A Theological Commentary [Augsburg Old Testament Studies; Minneapolis, MN: Augsburg, 1984]). 18 Brown, “Wisdom’s Wonder and the Science of Awe,” 33-44. 19 Carol A. Newsom, “The Book of Job: Introduction, Commentary, and Reflections,” in The New Interpreter’s Bible, Vol. 4, ed. Leander E. Keck (Nashville, TN: Abingdon, 1996), 597. 20 NRSV translation. The following discussion draws from Michael J. Rhodes’s insights in Forma­ tive Feasting: Practices and Economic Ethics in Deuteronomy’s Tithe Meal and the Corinthian Lord’s Supper.

  • Faith: A Letter to Oliver

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    Faith: A Letter to Oliver^

    Scott Black Johnston

    Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church, New York, New York

    if.’ Richard Dawkins, a zoologist and prominent atheist, once wrote a letter to his ten-year-old daughter, Juliet. Dawkins used age-appropriate language and illustrations to steer his daughter toward the truth as he saw it. Not surprisingly, Dawkins advocated for the sort of truth that can be proven through scientific investigation. The entire letter is worthy of contemplation and discussion, but I want to focus on the contrast Dawkins draws between science and tradition. “Dear Juliet,” his letter begins. “Have you ever wondered how we know the things that we know? How do we know, for instance, that the stars, which look like tiny pinpricks in the sky, are really huge balls of fire like the Sun and very far away? And how do we know that the Earth is a smaller ball whirling round one of those stars, the Sun? The answer to these questions is ‘evidence. Dawkins tells his daughter that evidence is a good reason for believing something is true. But tradition, authority, and revelation are bad reasons. He describes a conversation he once had with a large group of children, all of whom were being brought up in religious homes as Christians, Jews, Muslims, Hindus, or Sikhs. Their beliefs, he charges, had no connection with evidence. They were rooted in tradition. Tradition,” Dawkins explains, “means beliefs handed down from grandparent to parent to child, and so on. Or from books handed down through the centuries. Traditional beliefs often start from almost nothing; perhaps somebody just makes them up originally, like the stories about Thor and Zeus. But after they’ve been hand­ ed down over some centuries, the mere fact that they are so old makes them seem special. People believe things simply because people have believed the same thing over centuries. That’s tradition.”’ Is Dawkins right? Do we pass tradition along to our children without thinking about it? Is tradition a bad reason for believing something? What exactly is tradi­ tion? These questions remind me of another letter, written two thousand years ago by the apostle Paul to another young person—Timothy. This ancient letter makes for a fascinating conversation with the letter written by Dawkins:

    [From] Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by the will of God, for the sake of the promise of life that is in Christ Jesus, To Timothy, my beloved child Grace, mercy, and peace from God the Father and Christ Jesus our Lord. I am grateful to God—whom I worship with a clear conscience, as my an­ cestors did—when I remember you constantly in my prayers night and day. Re­ calling your tears, I long to see you so that I may be filled with joy. I am reminded


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    of your sincere faith, a faith that lived first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice, and now, I am sure, lives in you. For this reason I remind you to rekindle the gift of God that is within you through the laying on of my hands; for God did not give us a spirit of cowardice, but rather a spirit of power and of love and of self-discipline. (2 Timothy 1:1-7)

    So there you have it—two different letters to two different young people, Juliet and Timothy. These two letters prodded me to enter into similar conversations with my own children. Here is the letter I wrote to my then eight-year-old son.

    Dear Oliver, I want to write to you about something that is important to me and to your mother. We love you very much. Among other things, our love leads us to think about, and talk about, your future. Don’t worry. We have tried to keep our hopes for you wide and not narrow broad and not constricting. We haven’t picked out a college or a job or anything like that. You will figure all this stuff out in due time. Still, as your parents, we can’t help having a more general set of hopes for you. We hope that you will always think with rigor and act with integrity. We hope you will have good friends, enjoy the beauty of the world, and have plenty of opportunities to laugh. We want you to feel safe, and hope that a community of trusted companions will always surround you—especially when times are hard. We hope you will remain courageous, compassionate, and cre­ ative throughout your life. We also hope—as you get older and eventually become an adult— that you will have faith. This is why I am writing to you today. When you were baptized, your mother and I promised to raise you in the Christian faith. We promised to teach you the Christian tradition. Now, the Christian tradition is a pretty big thing. Yes, it includes the Bible stories that you enjoy. It is also our prayers before eating and at bedtime. It is singing the hymns in church. It is eating the bread and sipping from those tiny glasses of juice that you find so funny. It is lighting the Advent candles in December, and it is listening to the list of names of all those people who have died in our church when they are read out loud on All Saints’ Day. Tradition is practices and rituals and stories and songs that tell us who we are. For this very reason, some people say that tradition is a dangerous thing. Some warn us to think twice before we let some funny old stories tell us who we are. They point out that our tradition includes odd and even upsetting sto­ ries and downright unsavory people. They also remind us that our tradition has been used to support some pretty bad stuff. I know that you have heard about slavery in school. Slavery was a ter­ rible thing. It allowed people to buy and sell other people, and to force


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    those people to work. Did you know that in this eountry, in the 1800s, there were Christian people who used our tradition, our Bible, to elaim that God was in favor of slavery? It’s true. It’s also true that there were people who used the same tradition—the same Bible—to argue that God wanted the slaves to be set free. Our tradition has things in it that are shameful, and it has been used in ways that should make us feel sad and sorry. Yet our tradition has also inspired count­ less men and women to do good. It has empowered people to work on behalf of the poor and the outcast in ways that make me proud. In the end, we Christians will always need to be careful about how we use our tradition. Tradition, like science—like any sort of knowledge, really—can be used for purposes that are good and purposes that are evil. Now, since I have brought up science, I want to talk about it for a bit. Ollie, some people want to put faith and science at odds with each other. The other night you asked your mother, “Can a person be a scientist and still believe in God?” The answer to that is definitely yes. There are many scientists who are also people of faith. However, some scientists, and some religious people, want to divide the world into an either-or discussion: either you believe God created people, or you believe we evolved from apes; either you have faith, or you trust in science. I think you know. Son, that I don’t like the either-or way of looking at things. So you probably have guessed that I think it is silly to make science and faith into enemies. I am a big fan of science. I find scientific inquiry in mathematics, physics, chemistry, and biology to be fascinating. No one can dispute that human beings engaged in scientific work have brought about great advances for the world. Science has given us lifesaving medicines, more productive crops, and accessible energy. Science has given us a remarkable insight into how the world, and even the universe, works. To be sure, science and scientists are not perfect. They have made some big mistakes, too. There are things that have been done in the name of science that have hurt people. Still, I am a fan of science, and I am thankful for what most scientific advances mean for the world. So, why do science and faith often get put at odds? I think it has to do with how each looks at the world. Many of the discoveries brought about by scientists have come about through something called the scientific method. You already know about this. A person following the scientific method first asks a question, then makes a guess (a hypothesis) about the answer, then experiments to see if the guess is correct, and eventually decides if the hypothesis is true or false. This method works great if you are trying to figure out whether the earth goes around the sun or whether the sun goes around the earth. It works great if you are trying to figure out if a statement about the natural world is true or false.


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    It doesn’t work so great if you are trying to answer a more open-ended question like was The Avengers a good movie or what is the purpose of my life. This is where religion, philosophy, and the arts come into play. These activ­ ities concern themselves with meaning and purpose, with the shape of human life, with tragedy and comedy, with heroism and cowardice, with brokenness and triumph, and yes, with good and evil. This is also the point where religion and science can get crosswise with each other. If you believe that the only good, real, and true explanations of the world and the people who live on this planet result from the scientific method, then you probably think that religion is silly, unverifiable stuff. Those who go down this path conclude that religion is a distraction at best or, more likely, a mistake that needs to be weeded out, like a dandelion in Grandpa’s lawn. As you know, I think this is wrongheaded. As I said earlier, I don’t think that scientific method, while a remarkably helpful thing, is a tool that can ac­ curately measure the truth or falsehood of everything it encounters. How can you test to see if a painting by Picasso is true? How can you measure whether a sonnet by Shakespeare accurately depicts the real world? And what about religious tradition? How do you know if it is true? Remember that Sunday when we baptized five babies in the sanctu­ ary? Can you measure the truth or the meaning of that moment using scien­ tific method? I guess you could try. Before the baptism, you could weigh each baby. You could take their temperatures and x-ray their bone structures. After they are doused at the font, you could repeat the measurements and look for differences. Has baptism physically changed them? You could enter the names of all baptized children into a database and compare that database over time to those children who have not been baptized. Do baptized babies live longer? Are they less likely to get sick, to get in trouble, to do bad things, to go to jail? We could study baptism scientifically and conclude that nothing measurable or meaningful was happening in this ritual. But that would, of course, be missing the point. We would be missing the joy of grandparents and friends. We would be missing the hopes and fears etched on the faces of parents who are shouldering a huge responsibility for raising these babies and who want a community’s help in this undertaking. We would also be missing the deep truths embedded in our tradition— truths that cannot be measured by microscopes or oscilloscopes or any other kind of scope, although this makes them no less profound or life-changing. When babies are baptized, we say they belong to God, they are beloved of God, and they are meant to serve God’s purposes in the world. When babies are baptized, their parents (and the whole congregation) make promises to care for them and to bring them up in our praying, storytelling, hymn-singing.


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    Jesus-following tradition. When babies are baptized, I scoop water on their heads and say, as Christians have said for two thousand years, “Child of the covenant, I baptize you in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.” This is our tradition. We do not engage this tradition (and allow it to engage us) because we are pathetic robots whose programming prevents us from doing anything else on a Sunday morning. We do not participate in this tradition (tell these stories, sing these songs, light these candles) because we are foolishly enslaved to something that we have not thought about in critical ways. We do this week after week. Ollie, because the tradition that surrounds us in story and song and ritual—the tradition that we act out in church— makes deep sense of the world in a way that nothing else does for us. To sum up, science helps us in wonderful ways to understand and nav­ igate the world. Curiously, this is much the same reason I am still trying to follow Jesus. I believe (and I think) that Christianity makes sense of the world: of who people are; of the mistakes that we make, and make again; of the brokenness that we embody. And then, our faith offers the most hopeful picture of what we might become that I have ever encountered. I continue to wrestle with and be blessed by this tradition. I have never encountered any­ thing so terrible, so beautiful, and so true as the story of Jesus of Nazareth. I believe that if any story is worth telling, it is that one, and if any One is worth praising, it is the God proclaimed to us by him. Faith reminds us, every day, who God is. Faith pushes everything else to the side and focuses our thoughts and our actions on the Creator of all that is. Faith is our journey, our quest to have a deep and abiding relationship with God. Faith is what grows in our hearts when we place our trust, first and fore­ most, in God’s guidance and God’s care. Ollie, I trust as you and your sister continue to grow up that this faith, which lived first in your grandmother Nell, and then in your mother Amy, will live on in you and will kindle the gift of God that is within you. Your Dad

    *“Faith: A Letter to Oliver” is exeerpted from the fortheoming work Elusive Grace: Loving Your Enemies While Striving for God’s Justice. © 2022 Seott Blaek Johnston. Used by permission of Westminster John Knox Press. All rights reserved.

    Notes 1 Richard Dawkins, A Devil s Chaplain: Reflections on Hope, Lies, Science, and Love (Boston: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2003), 242—43.

  • The Slow Burn of Forgiveness: St. Joseph ([strikethrough] Preaches) Lives Forgiveness

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    The Slow Burn of Forgiveness:

    St. Joseph Preaches

    Preaches Lives Forgiveness

    Brent A. Strawn

    Duke University, Durham, North Carolina

    On the one hand, in our present moment, forgiveness seems like the most impossible of things. There is so much to forgive, after all, likely too much. It seems that anywhere—everywhere!—one looks, there is offense of one sort or another, and if you don’t see it yourself, someone will happily (or angrily) point it out to you. Forgiveness feels impossible in the face of mountain range upon mountain range of wrongdoing, whether it is malevolent or inadvertent, malicious or truly naïve. There’s room for all of that and more in what might appropriately be called the Swiss Alps of Sin. On the other hand, forgiveness seems like the most important of things right now. True, there is much to forgive—more than one can stomach—but forgiveness seems to be an imperative if there is to be any movement forward of any sort, let alone reconciliation. Indeed, it may be that forgiveness is the only thing that can prevent an already individualized, technologized, and violent society from moving into permanently warring factions, whether the weapons of choice be of the semiautomatic or social media variety. The sheer amount of what needs forgiveness is what makes it so impossible but also so important, so incredible to envision but also so imperative to enact. If we are honest, the latter halves of these dyads—the importance and necessity of forgiveness —seem outweighed by the former: the impossibility and incredulity. Our worlds seem already engaged in World War III+, after all: the cuts are too deep, the wounds too profound (and intergenerational) to be healed, the fi ssures too wide to be bridged. And so forgiveness feels—maybe even is—unimaginable. Outrage is the order of the day. At our most sober, least-defensive moments, we understand why that is the case, why indignation, not generosity, is the default option of so many of our friends, let alone our enemies. The preacher faces a real conundrum at this point: forgiveness is, on one hand, nonnegotiable, and on the other, incomprehensible. Those guilty of wrongdoing (that would be all of us in one form or another, though certainly not in the same form or to the same degree) are often recalcitrant or just plain ignorant about their (our) misdeeds. Neither excuse is acceptable. Those who have been aggrieved (that, too, would be all of us in one form or another, though certainly not in the same form or to the same degree) are often too hurt to imagine reconciliation, certainly no quick one, not without payback of some sort—that, too, makes sense to us in our least defensive moments. Whatever the case, however the matter is parsed or fi lleted, preachers now face the impossible necessity of forgiveness. How might, or rather, how must, we preach forgiveness when it is so essential and simultaneously unimaginable?

    • The good news is that preachers make their living navigating sticky problems and tricky tasks, though this one may be among the most imposing we have ever faced. In this particular case, the matter at hand is central to Christian faith and practice. If


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    forgiveness proves unattainable, the Christian faith loses all credibility. The stakes are high. • The good news is that preachers have a vast host of resources at their disposal when it comes to forgiveness. Forgiveness is central to Christian faith and practice because it is central to Scripture. The vast host of resources begins (if not ends), ultimately, with the Bible, a word that is technically plural (the books) since what Scripture offers us is a literary anthology. Said differently, the Bible is a toolbox full of implements just right for this task with others spot on for that task—including the task(s) of forgiveness. The resources run deep. There is obviously not space here to explore the full range of “forgiveness tools” in Scripture, let alone across the full sweep of Christian theology.1 Instead, I propose to look at one biblical account, the story of Joseph in Genesis 37-50, to see what it might teach us about forgiveness. It is my contention that this unit—among the most dramatic in all of Scripture—reinforces the hard facts of forgiveness, including its seeming impossibility, but also, and fi nally, how forgiveness may be enacted and achieved.2 Along the way, the Joseph story offers insights into forgiveness, both its process and, belatedly, its preaching. Advance warning: neither will be easy.

    Joseph: Much to Forgive (Genesis 37-41) We do not read very far before we encounter troubles in “the story of the family of Jacob” (37:2a). Joseph is 17 years old but not yet above tattling on his older brothers (37:2b-c)—though the nature of his “bad report” about them to his father goes unspecifi ed. Already, Genesis has conveyed a great deal of information: the problem of forgiveness, in this case, is very much a familial one, even a fraternal one—one made yet more complex by a mixed family (none of his older brothers is a full brother). Of course the situation also involves the parents, which is the focus of the next verse, where we hear, with no trace of deception, that Jacob “loved Joseph more than any other of his children” (37:3a). This favoritism is concretely manifested and paraded about for all to see in the so-called “coat of many colors” (37:3b; 23). Whatever the precise nature of this phrase (which is unclear),3 the situation is crystal clear to the brothers. They see what is going on, that Joseph is favorited, which leads to their hatred of him, and another fact—namely, that they simply “could not speak peaceably to him” (37:4). All of this is all too familiar to our own experiences with families, whether our own or others’. Things get worse when young Joseph has a dream about his brothers that makes them hate him “even more”—a point that is underscored twice (37:5, 8). The last verse is emphatic in other ways, too, beyond the repetition. “So they hated him even more because of his dreams and his words,” it reports. Still further, his brothers are said to be jealous of him (v. 11a). This is a fragile and multifaceted situation involving Joseph’s words (v. 2) and his dreams (vv. 6-7), but also his father’s favoritism (v. 3) and his brother’s hatred and jealousy. This is the kind of situation that is likely to erupt. But before it does, Joseph dreams again and shares the latest installment with his parents, now implicated in his grandiosity. Jacob isn’t impressed with the vision and rebukes Joseph in terms not unlike his brothers (cf. v. 10 with v. 8). Even so, much like Mary later, his father “kept the matter in mind” (v. 11b; cf. Luke 2:19, 51). This brief delay segues directly into the next episode where Joseph’s brothers spy


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    him coming to them from afar—on a mission from his father no less!—and “conspire to kill him” (Gen 37:18). The escalation is shocking as is the emotional distance evident in their speech: this is no longer their brother, Joseph. Instead, “Here comes this dreamer…let’s kill him…and we will see what becomes of his dreams” (vv. 1920 ). It is only Reuben’s intercession that saves Joseph’s life. Joseph is stripped of his in-your-face robe and thrown into an empty pit. The brothers, remarkably, then sit down for a meal: betrayal is taxing work! If Joseph’s braggadocio is off-putting, their callousness is astonishing. Judah comes up with a new idea, quickly seized upon by the rest, to sell their (half-)brother, recognized as their “own fl esh” (!), into slavery (v. 27). Human traffi cking is horrifi c; human traffi cking of a teenager who is your own sibling is another level of horror. This, then, is the opening and terribly revealing vignette about Joseph and his brothers. In brief, there is much to forgive here, and on more than one side, beginning with Joseph. Sure he is young and certain things lie outside of his control—things like his birth order, his father’s feelings, his dreams. But some things are within his control: what he says about his brothers and what he says t to his brothers (and his parents). Joseph, that is, isn’t altogether innocent, but he’s also not altogether guilty either. Things are usually muddier than that, though the narrative seems to suggest he is more innocent than guilty, even if not yet very shrewd; he’s only 17 after all! What lies completely outside of Joseph’s control, regardless, is his brothers: how they react to him, and especially how they react to his relationship with others, particularly in this case, his father. Joseph cannot control his brothers’ hate or their jealousy, which eventuates in the worst of designs: murder (only narrowly avoided), human traffi cking , and deception of an aggrieved father. Whatever debts Joseph may have incurred in his more annoying moments pale in comparison to what his brothers have done to him. His fraternal abuse becomes a pattern as he goes from one traffi cker to another, ending up enslaved in Egypt (v. 36; 37:1).

    Joseph: Slow to Forgive (Genesis 42-44) Much happens to Joseph during this time needn’t detain us here. Instead, to continue our investigation of this story’s pertinence to forgiveness, we may proceed to the next major turning point, which is when Joseph’s family back in “Canaan-land” experiences a famine and the brothers must come to Egypt in search of food (42:1-5). Joseph recognizes them immediately (v. 7a), but instead of revealing himself, “he treated them like strangers and spoke harshly to them” (v. 7b). Several things are worth refl ecting on here. First and foremost, Joseph turns out to have been right: his brothers do indeed gather around him and bow down to him, exactly as his dream prefi gured (v. 6; cf. 37:7). The brothers hated Joseph for that dream, but it comes about quite irrespective of their dislike for it (or for him). Joseph does indeed now “reign over” and “have dominion” over them (see 37:8). The brothers don’t know that yet, of course, because unlike Joseph, they don’t remember their brother (42:8). In fact, one may wonder if the brothers could have recalled any of Joseph’s youthful affronts which pale in comparison to their horrendous acts. Joseph’s memory, regardless, is long; that is how it often is with those who have been deeply wronged. They seldom if ever forget. So Joseph not only recognizes his brothers, despite the many years that have passed, but he also remembers his dreams (v. 9). The interface of those two things, his brothers and his dreams, were what put Joseph


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    where he now sits in Egypt, outside the family, thanks to his brothers. The question at hand is, given where he now sits—in Egypt, yes, but also in power—what will he do with the interface come back around? What will be the outcome of the equation “his brothers + his dreams” now that it is in his hands, not theirs? Second, the text moves immediately from Joseph’s memory to his harsh treatment of his brothers, accusing them of espionage.4 As is so often the case with Hebrew narrative , we don’t know what is going on in Joseph’s mind at this point.5 The narrator doesn’t specify any of that, and so preachers should beware of doing too much of it themselves.6 What is clear is that once the brothers mention their youngest brother Benjamin, though not by name—who is also Joseph’s only full brother by his mother Rachel—his harsh treatment turns quickly into an elaborate scheme to get Benjamin to Egypt (vv. 15-16, 18-20). Third, the brothers may have forgotten what Joseph did to them, but they haven’t forgotten what they did to Joseph. At fi rst they report only obliquely and euphemistically that one of their brothers “is no more” (v. 13). But then, after a few days in prison (v. 17), they are ready to face the facts: “we are guilty for what we did to our brother” (v. 21; CEB), they say, and they admit that they did not listen to Joseph’s anguish and pleading—two details absent from Genesis 37 but certainly imaginable from that account. Unbeknownst to the brothers, Joseph can understand (v. 23) every word they are saying. He is overcome by it and must turn away because he cannot control his emotions (v. 24). When he has regained his composure, he selects Simeon (a name derived from the same verb used in vv. 21 and 23) to remain in prison while the rest return to Canaan for Benjamin. Fourth, there is no dodging the fact that Joseph puts his brothers through a series of harrowing experiences once they show up at his feet. Much takes place here involving harsh words, political accusations, and imprisonment, not to mention a trip to and back from Canaan (42:26-43:34)—all of it replete with high drama, and all of it arranged by Joseph. There can be little doubt that Joseph’s desire to see his youngest brother could have been accomplished more quickly. The many steps, tests, and machinations Joseph orchestrates may be seen as no small instance of payback on his part. Joseph, or so it seems, is taking his sweet time exacting some sweet revenge on his treacherous brothers. And why not? It seems long overdue. Sometimes, after all, when there is much to forgive, it feels like simply too much. Other options present themselves in such a scenario, options that are far less forgiving. We mustn’t forget what has happened to Joseph since his enslavement and arrival in Egypt. In spite of these circumstances, or despite them, Genesis repeatedly asserts that God “was with” Joseph during this time (39:2a, 3a, 21a, 23a)—a notice that usually introduces a comment about Joseph meeting with some sort of success (39:2b, 3b, 21b, 23b). In fact, God’s presence with Joseph is something of an empirical fact: even non-Israelites like Potiphar and Pharaoh are aware of it (39:3; 41:38). This situation is not lost on Joseph, either, who gives credit where credit is due (41:16). What has happened to Joseph in the meantime, therefore, is no small degree of maturation. Still further, given the mention of God in these events, we might say that here is a case of theological maturation, perhaps even growth in grace. Joseph could easily have ended up embittered and in prison forever, after all. But he didn’t. The low point in the pit turned out to be just the fi rst of several trying times, but Joseph—because of God—has come through many dangers, toils, and snares.


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    But all of that hangs in the balance once the brothers arrive. Joseph has been strategically “with God,” and God has been helpfully “with him” ever since he left his brothers’ company. But here is a new test, perhaps the worst he has faced—one not entirely unlike Genesis 22, another climactic trial of faith that is equally familycentered . Given all that has happened, the history and the hard feelings, it is easy to see Joseph’s response to his brothers as nothing more than a “three-chapter assault” on them.7 Family often brings out the worst in us; it may be the ultimate testing ground of forgiveness. But Joseph has come a long way from that fi rst pit and his brothers’ mistreatment of him. So, instead of imagining that the theologically-mature, wise, and virtuous Joseph loses all of the above qualities in what takes place in these three chapters, perhaps we would do better to fi nd here a story about Joseph shifting into low gear as he starts heading up the Swiss Alps of Sin. The Mount of Filial Treachery may be the hardest to summit, and if and when he gets there, it surely won’t be because it was fast or easy. So, yes, Joseph is likely in process in these chapters: forgiveness of the most atrocious, most diffi cult wrongs can be interminably slow,8 a slow burning in our souls that we wish would go one way or the other and be over as soon as possible: full forgiveness forever or a resignation to eternal estrangement. Joseph’s way is the tricky middle way—for him and for his brothers, since it may be that Joseph’s elaborate d d tests may be a way for him to gauge if they, too, like he himself, have changed. They didn’t experience the pit, but have they nevertheless also gained wisdom and virtue? Have they, too, matured theologically? Their confessions in jail seem to suggest as much (42:21-22); no wonder Joseph is overcome with emotion even if he is not yet ready to make full amends.

    Joseph: Abounding in Steadfast Love (Genesis 45-50) That comes later, and in more than one installment. Full amends are only serially, which is to say, partially achieved in process because (once again) the deepest forgiveness is a slow burn. Genesis 43 recounts the return of the brothers to Egypt, this time with Benjamin, much to Jacob’s distress (see 42:29-38; 43:13-14), but much to Joseph’s joy. He is, again, overcome with emotion when he sees his youngest brother (43:30). But Joseph’s forgiveness engine isn’t yet out of low gear: he has one more test in mind, even worse than the one with Simeon. This time he hatches a plan to imprison Benjamin (44:1-17). The plan accomplishes its purpose, or at least it leads to an outcome that is revealing even if it isn’t the one Joseph originally envisioned or intended. Judah intercedes on behalf of Benjamin. Judah reprises an earlier role here: back in Genesis 37, he had interceded for Joseph, but that initial outing was of dubious merit. It came only after Reuben, who deserves the credit for sparing Joseph’s life. Judah agrees but is far more pragmatic, downright fi scal: no profi t accompanies Joseph’s death, he notes (37:26). And, since profi t is clearly on his mind, Judah immediately suggests selling Joseph, which is exactly what they do for twenty pieces of silver (37:27). But that was a long time ago. Judah has changed—perhaps by learning, already back in Genesis 38, that he can be wrong and that other people like Tamar are “more righteous” (38:26; CEB). Judah no longer thinks of enslavement, but being enslaved, no longer considers profi t, but loss: the loss to Jacob should Benjamin not return, but also the loss he is willing to incur himself to prevent that from happening. He offers


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    himself, vicariously, as Joseph’s prisoner in Benjamin’s stead. Judah has matured; he has grown in grace. He is now willing to take a place in the pit himself, voluntarily. No wonder Joseph is overcome yet again and this time gives in, fi nally revealing himself to his brothers who are “dumfounded” (45:3, NJPSV). The brothers are suffi ciently stupefi ed that Joseph has to repeat his self-revelation again, this time adding a reference to the 800-lb. gorilla which had been present but which is suddenly visible to everyone in the room: “I am your brother, Joseph, whom you sold into Egypt” (v. 4). Given this added detail, perhaps what the brothers felt already in Joseph’s fi rst revelation, was not confusion but something more like dismay (NRSV) or even terror (CEB). But no matter: Joseph has fi nally shifted his forgiveness out of low gear. At this point, right after acknowledging the bone of contention, “whom you sold to Egypt”—a phrase that indexes the mountain of wrongdoing the brothers are responsible for—Joseph crests the summit. He comforts his brothers, telling them to not be distressed (presumably with reference to him) and not to be angry with themselves (obviously with reference to them), quickly adding a stunning theological claim: it was God who sent him ahead of his brothers to save lives (v. 5). The brothers are apparently still speechless because Joseph repeats the claim, with a remarkable and overwhelming shift of attention from the brothers’sellingto a matter of sending—mission —that is overwhelmingly God’s doing and for good:

    whom you sold (v. 4) because you sold me (v. 5a)

    God sent me t t to preserve (v. 5b) God sent me t t to preserve (v. 7) not you who sent me, but t God (v. 8) d

    After this, and some more important details (vv. 9-13), Genesis reports that Joseph hugged Benjamin and wept with him, before kissing all his brothers and weeping with them too. Then, “after that, his brothers talked with him,” something that they haven’t done, as brothers, since he was seventeen years old and down in the pit waiting to be sold. But Joseph isn’t done: he gives his siblings gifts and provisions, and, since he is wise with a wisdom that can only come from forgiveness, he urges them not to quarrel as they return to Canaan to fetch Jacob (v. 24). Let bygones be bygones, in other words. If the one who has been offended is no longer keeping score, the offenders don’t need to do that either. At this point, things seem to have reached a happy conclusion. Joseph is now on the downslope and coasting. But of course such a judgment is premature. There is more than one mountain in the Swiss Alps of Sin. Once again, forgiveness feels impossible and thus too good to be true even when we have experienced it in some fashion. And so it is that after Jacob’s death (49:33), the brothers worry that their father was the only thing holding this family together. They are concerned that Joseph bears a grudge and is ready, now, fi nally to pay them back in full (50:15). They concoct their own ruse, saying that it was Jacob’s last wish to beg forgiveness for their crime (twice) and the wrong they did in harming him (50:17). That the verse is overloaded with confession is readily apparent even in English. What is not apparent in English is how the brothers’ speech makes strategic use of prayer language, especially via


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    the unusual Hebrew particle ānnā, which is otherwise used only in direct prayer to God (Exod 32:31; 2 Kgs 20:3; Isa 38:3; Jonah 1:14; 4:2; Pss 116:4, 16; 118:25; Dan 9:4; Neh 1:5, 11). Joseph knows what they are doing and weeps once more (50:18). This is another revelation, not of Joseph to his brothers but of his brothers to him, in which they reveal how their contrition is mixed up with deep fear and real concern over painful payback. That is how it so often is, even with (in)sincere repentance. Offended parties are often hurt by abuse of power (crime, wrong, harm). When forgiveness is on the table, suddenly the tables are turned, and the wronged hold all the power, even if it is only the power to give or withhold forgiveness; the offenders are rightly worried, perhaps feeling disempowered for the fi rst time in their lives (or at least in this relationship or situation). The Joseph story, as well as the resurrected Christ’s words to the apostles in John 20:23, suggests that the power to forgive (or not) is among the greatest that exists. The brothers, upset and worried as they are, understandably misread Joseph’s tears. They up the ante: “we are your slaves,” they say. Like Judah back in chapter 45, all of them are now willing to face the very same fate they subjected Joseph to so long ago. But Joseph knows that he isn’t God—they shouldn’t be praying to him (50:19)! Nevertheless Joseph behaves very much like God, the Lord who abounds in steadfast love and forgiveness (see Exod 34:6-7a), by offering the brothers reassurance in the form of a phrase that is often used in oracles of divine salvation. “Do not fear,” Joseph says, and repeats it for good measure (50:19, 21; cf., e.g., Exod 14:13; Num 14:9; Deut 20:3; 31:6; Josh 10:25). In between these two assurances, he repeats his hard-won theological interpretation about all that has transpired between him and his brothers:

    you intended harm God intended good g to preserve numerous people (50:20).

    The drama of Joseph and his brothers comes to a conclusion on two notes. Joseph’s last word is his promise to provide for his brothers and “your little ones” (ṭapp ṭaṭ ĕkem ĕk ĕ ; 50:21a). The mention of toddlers here is striking since it is later generations that so often bear (and perpetuate) the ill-effects of their predecessors’ lack of reconciliak tion. Joseph’s forgiveness nips all that in the bud—or in diapers. The bad blood stops with this generation, not the next one. Indeed, there is no bad blood even now in this generation, between the twelve sons of Israel. For this reason the fi nal note comes when the narrator explicitly names what Joseph is doing, in the process providing language for what Joseph did earlier in chapter 45: he is reassuring his brothers and speaking kindly to them (50:21b). This could also be translated as “Joseph comforted them and spoke to their hearts.” This is intimate language, altogether suitable and indicative of family at its best—a family that has also experienced the worst.

    On Preaching and Living Forgiveness What can be learned from St. Joseph, patron saint of forgiveness? Much and in every way. The head of the list is that forgiveness is diffi cult. We must never be trite about that, especially in the pulpit. It may take many, many years before forgiveness


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    is slowly, serially achieved—and even once a place of forgiveness is reached, it may need repetition, reinforcement, and re-assuring at key junctures. One of the central ways Genesis underscores how diffi cult forgiveness is to achieve is by placing the issue squarely within the family, even siblings. Despite what Christian “family friendly” media might suggest, families are not always wonderful places of safety and strength. They can also be places where forgiveness feels—and truly is!—impossible. But with God all things are possible. So it is that Genesis also reveals that forgiveness is achievable after all and also that it is necessary, to preserve life within the family, its next generation(s), and indeed many, many others (45:5b, 7; 50:20). It would seem that forgiveness in close quarters is practice for forgiveness in larger arenas. Both will be diffi cult, the former no less than the latter. Be that as it may, forgiveness at close range is a foretaste of and perhaps necessary prelude for any sort of forgiveness at longer range. We may believe forgiveness is necessary, but it still feels impossible. Perhaps one way forward is to attempt it fi rst and foremost in smaller venues, in more limited circumstances. Then again even the smallest of stones can create expansive ripples in a very large pond. Beyond its familial setting, Joseph’s story shows other ways that forgiveness, if and when achieved, will be hard—and in more than one way. The prompting need for forgiveness is itself hard, always unpleasant. No one wants to be wronged, whether in large or small ways. Subsequent to the offense, there may be a lot (years!) of working through, on the part of both the wronged and the one(s) who has wronged. The former may put the latter through some paces (cf. Gal 6:1). The latter may have some things to prove! But the former, too, may have some things to learn. Either way, low gear is the only way to surmount the highest of mountain ascents. It is of great importance to observe that what St. Joseph the Wronged—the one cast into a pit and sold as a slave—comes to learn is a profoundly theological interpretation of what has been done to him and how he has come through it on the other side. Joseph’s statements of divine providence are justly famous, but they are precisely that: his statements. They are not, interestingly enough, statements made by the narrator, who is not shy about noting God’s presence with Joseph; neither are these statements made by God. Instead, Joseph’s assertions regarding God’s designs in 45:5, 7, 9; and 50:20 are decidedly his own. On the one hand, perhaps that means we shouldn’t make too much of these statements in constructing some larger theology of God’s sovereignty. On the other hand, in making these claims, one can see St. Joseph once again functioning as a privileged interpreter of God’s acts and ways as he did so effectively with Pharaoh’s dreams. Indeed, Joseph may, at the very end of Genesis, be the best example of what it means to be in the image of God (imago Dei) because he images God.9 Unlike another violent brotherly exchange in another (the very fi rst!) family, Joseph’s actions don’t end in fratricide, but in forgiveness.10 In fact, he proves remarkably like God vis-à-vis Cain by providing for the wrongdoer(s) and by choosing another, non-violent way.11 The point, regardless, is that those who fi nd themselves wronged and now in a place to forgive (or withhold) may very well need a theological interpretation or theological reason to do so. That may be as simple as the idea that it is a divine command to forgive (see, e.g., Matt 18:21-22, 35; Mark 11:25; Luke 6:37; 17:3-4; cf. Matt 6:12, 14-15; Luke 11:4) or that we who recite the Creeds confess that we believe “in the forgiveness of sins.” Alternatively, following Joseph’s lead, the theological rationale may be considerably more elaborate than


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    that. Whatever the case, it is important that the wronged come to such theological interpretations themselves. We must not impose it on them cavalierly, especially if “we” are the ones who have done them wrong! Whatever the case may be, the Joseph story shows how important it is to put wrongdoing and forgiveness within a larger theological framework, one that may explain in some mysterious fashion what has gone wrong (and why), which may also be why forgiveness may now be extended. Finally, Genesis shows that not only is forgiveness possible—imaginable after all; Genesis also shows how necessary it is. The story of Cain and Abel, and somewhat later, that of Jacob and Esau, show how truly dangerous human relationships can be. Joseph’s forgiveness takes a markedly different route. If he hadn’t forgiven his brothers, all would have been lost. The story of Jacob’s family could have been ended with a few easy strokes of an Egyptian sword. St. Joseph chose the better way.

    Notes 1 Among others, mention should be made of L. Gregory Jones, Embodying Forgiveness: A Theological Analysis (Grand Rapids: Eerdmans, 1995). 2 Some of what follows depends on prior work: see Brent A. Strawn, “From Imago to Imagines: The Image(s) of God in Genesis,” in The Cambridge Companion to Genesis (ed. Bill T. Arnold; Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2022); idem, The Old Testament: A Concise Introduction (New York: Routledge, 2020), 47; and idem, “Genesis 45:3-11, 15, Seventh Sunday after the Epiphany (Commentary 1),” in Connections: A Lectionary Commentary for Preaching and Worship, Year C, Volume 1: Advent through Epiphany (eds. Joel B. Green et al.; Louisville: Westminster John Knox, 2018), 255-57. Preachers will fi nd excellent resources for the preaching task in the following treatments of Genesis (in chronological order): Walter Brueggemann, Genesis (Interpretation; Atlanta: John Knox, 1982), 288-380; Claus Westermann, Genesis 37-50: A Continental Commentary (trans. John J. Scullion; Minneapolis: Fortress, 2002); Leon R. Kass, The Beginning of Wisdom: Reading Genesis (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2003), esp. 573-615; Bill T. Arnold, Genesis (NCBC; New York: Cambridge University Press, 2008), 311-89; Kathleen M. O’Connor, Genesis 25B-50 (Macon, GA: Smyth & Hellwys, 2020), 243-76; and Meir Sternberg, The Poetics of Biblical Narrative (Bloomington: Indiana University Press, 1985), 285-308. 3 See Arnold, Genesis, 318-19; Westermann, Genesis 37-50, 37. The point seems to be that the robe sets Joseph apart, in part, perhaps, because it is a luxury item—one which his other, hard-working siblings wouldn’t be able to enjoy. 4 Joseph twice accuses them of attempting “to see the nakedness [erwāh] of the land” (42:9, 12). The phrasing is odd, with erwāh occurring elsewhere in Genesis only in the strange incident recounted in 9:22-23. “The nakedness of the land” is clearly a military designation of some sort, meant to indicate Egypt’s vulnerability (cf. Isa 20:4; Westermann, Genesis 37-50, 108), but one wonders if there is an echo here back to Joseph’s own mistreatment since he was “stripped” of his robe, since that verb appears to imply Joseph’s nakedness in the pit (cf. Lev 6:14; 16:23; Ezek 26:16; 44:19). 5 For the typical sparseness of Hebrew narrative, see Robert Alter, The Art of Biblical Narrative (rev. ed.; New York: Basic, 2011). 6 If (or more likely when) preachers do engage in some of this, they should consider “subjunctivizing” it, adding appropriate hypotheticals or modals: “perhaps “p “ Joseph thought…”; “I wonder if Joseph conr sidered…”; “Joseph may have felt….” The force may be lost on many listeners, but such formulations make clear that the preacher’s “gap-fi lling” is not the same as what the biblical text actually says (or does not say). t t 7 John C. Holbert, “Genesis 45:2-11, 15,” in The Lectionary Commentary: The Old Testament and Acts (ed. Roger E. Van Harn; Grand Rapids: Eerdmans, 201), 74. 8 Note, for instance, the dynamics of judgement and forgiveness and the aftermath(s) in Exodus 32-34, on which see Brent A. Strawn, “YHWH’s Poesie: The Gnadenformel (Exodus 34:6b-7), the Book of l Exodus, and Beyond,” in Biblical Poetry and the Art of Close Reading (eds. J. Blake Couey and Elaine T. James; Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2018), 237-56. 9 In addition to the other connections already mentioned, not the fascinating statement that Joseph


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    “remembered the exodus” in Heb 11:22. 10 See the helpful study by Matthew R. Schlimm, From Fratricide to Forgiveness: The Language and Ethics of Anger in Genesis (Siphrut 7; Winona Lake: Eisenbrauns, 2011). 11 See further David L. Petersen, “Genesis and Family Values,” JBL 124 (2005): 5-23, who has noted non-retaliation as a primary way of handling family confl ict in the family stories of Genesis.

  • To Be Chosen

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    To Be Chosen*

    Mark 1:9-11 and Ephesians 1:3-10

    Werner Ramirez

    Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church, New York, New York

    When I was in seminary, I got a text message from one of my former students, Tayci. I knew Tayci from my time as a youth pastor in California. The text message said, “Hi Werner, I hope everything is going well, and hey, can I ask you a favor?” I left Good Shepherd for seminary right before her freshman year of high school. She was now a junior in high school and had moved to Colorado. When I saw that she wanted a favor, I assumed she probably wanted to start on college applications and wanted to put me down as a reference. I’m used to that request, but I know better than to agree to a favor before knowing what it is. So, I responded by saying, “Hi Tayci, I’m doing well. How are you? What can I help you with?” “I’m awesome, I just joined a new church in Colorado, and I’m swimming hard with my swim team. Now for the favor: I want to get a tattoo, but I want it to be very meaningful, and I remember you always said that if you remember anything, remember that you are loved. So, I want to get “remember you are loved” tattooed, but I want it to be in Hebrew. Do you by chance know how to translate that?” I responded by saying, “Ahhh, very interesting. My Hebrew is not the best. Trust me. You do not want me translating something into Hebrew, but most importantly, have you talked to your parents about this?” “Oh yeah, they’re totally cool with it!” Now, taking the whole tattoo idea out of the scenario, I was absolutely ecstatic to know that she still remembered those words, “you are loved.” Every time we had youth group, I would say that to them because I wanted it ingrained deep in their brains. I wanted them to have the knowledge that they were loved by the God of the universe. My hope and prayer was that the Holy Spirit would take that head knowledge and turn it into heart knowledge, that as they journeyed on in their faith through the highs and lows of life, that they would know that deep in their hearts they were loved. When it comes down to it, I believe that a lot of my theology and philosophies around ministry and practice began with the message that we are loved, and that through the grace of God, we are enough. If you have been around Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church in person or online, I’m sure you have heard me utter the phrase “You are loved, and you are enough.” That phrase became essential for me too in college when I read Henri Nouwen’s Life of the Beloved. It then developed further during my time as a co-pastor at Kingston United Methodist Church, a small quirky congregation in Central New Jersey that I hold dear to my heart. At that congregation, I was reminded that not only are we loved, but that because of grace, my worth is not contingent on what society sees as worthy, a society that says you are only enough when you have that job, when you get that A on that paper, or when you look a certain way, or that you are only enough if the pain goes away. At Kingston, I was told that because of grace, we are enough. We are loved, and we are enough. Now, I need you all to know that “You are loved, and you are enough” is not a tagline for me. It’s not gimmicky. It’s because I really believe it. We genuinely believe


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    that the God of the universe, that the God incarnate in the person of Jesus, knows you by name, knows your strengths, your weakness, and that God calls you God’s beloved, claims us as enough, and proved it by dying on a cross and resurrecting three days later. “You are loved, and you are enough” is not simply a comforting phrase for me, but it is profoundly theological. It affi rms the Imago Dei in us. It affi rms the image of God in us. Scripture claims that we are all created in the image of God. We are God’s handiwork, God’s piece of art. We believe God is love. Liberation theologian Gustavo Gutierrez says, “We have been made by love and for love….God’s love for us is gratuitous; we do not merit it. It is a gift we receive before we exist, or, to be more accurate, a gift in view of which we have been created . Gratuitousness thus marks our lives so that we are led to love gratuitously and to want to be loved gratuitously.” I mentioned that my exploration on this began in college when I read Henri Nouwen’s Life of the Beloved. The book’s premise begins with Henri Nouwen describing his friendship with a man named Fred, a reporter from The New York Times. They became great friends and have different spiritual convictions. Nouwen was a Catholic priest, and Fred was what Nouwen calls “a secular Jew.” In the midst of their friendship, Fred challenges Nouwen by asking him to write something for him. Fred says to him,

    You have something to say, but you keep saying it to the people who least need to hear it….What about us young, ambitious, secular men and women wondering what life is all about after all? Can you speak to us with the same conviction as you speak to those who share your tradition, your language, your vision? Speak to us about the deepest yearning of our hearts, about our many wishes, about hope; not about the many strategies for survival, but about trust; not about new methods of satisfying our emotional needs, but about love. Speak to us about a vision larger than our changing perspectives and about a voice deeper than the clamoring of our mass media. Yes, speak to us about something or someone greater than ourselves. Speak to us about…God.

    So, as Henri Nouwen contemplates what to write, the word that keeps popping into his head is the word Beloved and the image of Jesus’ Baptism, where a Spirit d descended on Jesus like a dove and a voice from heaven said, “You are my Son, the Beloved, and with you, I am well pleased.” And I agree with Nouwen when he says that God says the same thing to us, “You are my son, you are my daughter, you are my child, you are my beloved, and with you, I am well pleased.” I am not saying that we rank equal to Jesus. Jesus is God the Son, God’s Son, but as adopted children of God, we are still called God’s beloved children. And once we begin to discover that we are God’s beloved, that we are loved, we just want to know more and more. Nouwen says, “It is like discovering a well in the desert. Once you have touched wet ground, you want to dig deeper.” One of the ways Nouwen describes our belovedness is by reminding us that God has chosen us. God has chosen you to be God’s. What does it mean to be chosen? To be chosen is a very special


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    thing. Think about a time that you have been chosen. In the summer of 1999, I was selected to kick a soccer ball at halftime of a Women’s World Cup match. I was one of two kids selected out of thousands to kick in the Allstate One Million Dollar Kick. And let me tell you, I was a very excited 13-year-old. I remember answering the phone, and they asked for Werner Ramirez. Whenever I picked up the phone and they asked for Werner Ramirez, I always asked if they wanted Junior or Senior because my dad’s fi rst name is also Werner. They never actually wanted to talk to me, but I thought it was always funny to ask. Yet, this time they said they wanted Werner Ramirez, Junior. They asked if I remembered entering this contest for one million dollars at a LA Galaxy game. I totally remembered because I got a free key chain out of it. So, I passed the phone to my mom, and she did not think it was real, but sure enough, I was selected for this kick. I was chosen. I felt special. They fl ew my family and me out to Chicago. We stayed in the nicest hotel I have ever visited. All the meals were included. They gave me $500 spending money, and everywhere we went, we were taken in a limo. Alexi Lalas, a famous soccer player, was my coach for the week! It was all so cool. The morning of the kick, we were on Good Morning America. Robin Roberts interviewed me, and George Stephanopoulos said my name. Later on, we had a media session, and there was interview after interview at Navy Pier. I kept making my practice shots. I was big time. The night came, and Solider Field was a sell-out for the USA vs. Nigeria match. More than 65,000 people were there, and I assumed most people would leave at halftime to get nachos and stuff, but when I walked onto the pitch, I looked up, and I swear, nobody left. This kick was also live on ESPN 2, which meant that my family and friends were able to watch. The shot was twenty yards from the goal that was covered by a tarp with a hole in the middle, two inches bigger than the ball. If I made it in, I would win one million dollars. I went up for my kick, I said a little prayer, and the ball went wide left. But here is the cool thing, yes, I missed the million-dollar kick, but I got a $25,000 consolation prize—not too shabby for a 13-year-old. I thought God had given me that money for college, but in 2004, immigration came calling, and after a nasty deportation scare, we were able to use that money to speed up our green card process. I knew God had given me that experience so that we could stay in the country, but that’s a different sermon. The point is, that week I felt special because I was chosen. I was on TV. I was treated like a celebrity. On the fl ight back, Andrew Shue was on our fl ight. My cousin who came with us recognized him as an actor on Melrose Place. I knew him as a player on the LA Galaxy. As we stepped out of the plane, he told me that he was lucky to meet me in person. I was special that week because I was chosen for the Allstate One Million Dollar kick. There is something extraordinary when one is chosen. Friends, I’m here to tell you that you are chosen as well. You have not been chosen to kick for a one-million-dollar kick but for something far greater. God has chosen you to be God’s beloved! You have a name that someone named you, and you also have another title: Child of God. God has chosen you, and you are special. You have a story, and that story is important. Your story is your own, and it is also part of God’s incredible story, and you cannot be replaced. God has chosen you because God created you, and God loves you. And this chosenness that we have is not like


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    being chosen for the football team where someone else does not get chosen. “To be chosen as the Beloved of God is something radically different. Instead of excluding others, it includes others. Instead of rejecting others as less valuable, it accepts others in their own uniqueness. It is not competitive, but a compassionate choice.” The fi rst step in discovering our belovedness, in discovering that you are loved and enough, is knowing that you are already there. It is the head-knowledge of it. You have already been picked. You have already been taken. You have already been chosen. This is a lot easier said than known and felt. It’s hard to embrace our belovedness when we are surrounded by messages that tell us otherwise, and that is a real spiritual struggle. So Nouwen gives helpful tips to remind us of our belovedness. The fi rst one is unmasking the lies that the world says about you. This world and people judge you by your performance, by your looks, by your success, and we are sometimes made to feel worthless. Nouwen simply says, “When you feel hurt, offended, or rejected, you have to say to yourself: ‘These feelings, strong as they may be, are not telling me the truth about myself. The truth, even though I cannot feel it right now, is that I am a chosen child of God.’” I remember being in about second or third grade, and I was on a soccer team called the Purple Punishers, and we had a playoff game that went into shoot-outs. For as much as I love soccer, I was not good at playing the game. At the shoot-out, I was placed to kick last. Shoot-outs are typically fi ve shooters for each team; the one with the most goals wins. If it’s still tied after fi ve shooters, it goes into sudden death. One player from each team goes until the tie is broken. During this match, the tie did not break, and it went to the eleventh kicker. The eleventh kicker is the last one before the rotation starts over again, and typically the eleventh shooter is the least confi dent penalty taker. The other team shot fi rst, and he made his shot. So, it was my turn. If I missed, we would be eliminated. If I made it, the game would continue. I had never scored a goal in an actual match before, and I was terrifi ed, but I got up and scored a perfect penalty kick right in the upper left corner. And as I was cheering, I looked around, and all of the sudden, I saw my coach and the other coach yelling at each other, and then parents started to get involved. I learned that the other team did not want my goal to count. The rule is that only the players on the fi eld at the end of the game are allowed to participate in the penalty kicks. The other team did not want my goal to count because they were not sure if I was on the fi eld or on the bench before the last whistle. I started crying, and I remembered running off to my dad and saying, “They don’t think my goal counts,” and that was the fi rst time I saw my dad cry. He started crying, and he said “No, Mijo, your goal counted. They might not think it counts, but if you did not score that goal, then nobody would be arguing, and the team would have lost. Your goal counted.” Friends, even when we feel like we do not count, we have to unmask the lies and remember that we do count. We have been chosen. We are God’s beloved. My dad reminded me that night that I counted, and that is the other tip Nouwen gives us: to look for people and places where truth is spoken and where you are reminded of your deepest identity as a chosen person. Friends, here at Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church, we will do our best to remind you that you are loved and you are enough. And, I encourage you to surround yourself with folk that do the same. When Simone Biles withdrew from some competitions these past Olympics for mental


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    health reasons, she received some terrible criticism on one side. On the other side, she received encouragement from others, and she decided to hear the truth over the lies. She tweeted, “The outpouring love & support I’ve received has made me realize I’m more than my accomplishments and gymnastics, which I never truly believed before.” And one of the beautiful things about knowing that you have been chosen, knowing that you are loved, is that you begin to see the chosenness in those around you in the pews, in your neighbors, in the marginalized, even in the people who annoy you the most. You’ll begin to see the chosenness in them. You begin to recognize the image of God in them and that they too are beloved children of God. Too often in our society, we tell certain people that they are not loved and enough. When racism is at play, we tell certain people they are not loved. When people are not fed, we tell the hungry they are not enough. And yet, one of the jobs of the Church is to fl ip 180 degrees on that lie and remind people in word and action, that is not true. When we at Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church have honest conversations about racism and participate in anti-racism, it’s because we want to remind all people that they are loved and enough. When I see Rodrigo, our caterer, John Sheehan, our Director of the Ecumenical Outreach Partnership, and their team give not only meals but also genuine human interactions, they remind people that they are loved and enough. We have been made by love and for love. Justice is love in action. So friends, my fellow beloved children of God, may you know deep down in your heart, soul, and mind that you, and your neighbor, are deeply loved, and by the grace of God, you are enough. Will you please affi rm our faith together with a question from the Presbyterian Catechism. I’ll pose the questions, and join me in the response.

    Question: Who are you? Answer: I am a child of God. Question: What does it mean to be a child of God? Answer: That I belong to God, who loves me. Amen.

    Note This sermon was preached at Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church (online) on August 29, 2021.

  • Erskine Clarke as Colleague, Pastor, Neighbor, Father, and Parishioner

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    Erskine Clarke as Colleague, Pastor, Neighbor,

    Father, and Parishioner

    Mark Ramsey, Charlottesville, Virginia

    Ted Wardlaw, Austin, Texas

    We are pretty sure that Erskine, as

    Editor and Publisher of Journal for

    Preachers, would not have approved

    this article. We can hear him saying,

    “this is the Advent issue and preachers

    need inspiration and guidance for their

    Advent sermons” (i.e. “get on with

    it!”).

    But we are going to take a mo­

    ment of privilege, as the new Publisher

    and Editor of JP (and incidentally, as

    two pastors who both had the honor

    of having Erskine in congregations

    we served), to honor Erskine Clarke

    and the gift he has given to preachers

    for over 45 years through Journal for

    Preachers.

    You will find other references to

    Erskine’s roles and gifts throughout

    this issue, but here we want to focus

    on what it was like to have Erskine as a

    colleague, pastor, neighbor, father, and parishioner. We offer these brief glimpses from those who knew Erskine in those roles.

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    Lizzie Rogers and Legare Kohler are Erskine and Nan s daughters. Lizzie remembers the earliest days of’JR When my dad started Journal for Preachers in the late 197O’s, I was seven years old. At the outset, my sister Legare and I were ‘‘recruited” by my dad to help. We would have to help lick the envelopes and stamps to send out the JP. After some time having to do it that way, Legare and I were so excited when he bought this rolling thing with water that we could use instead!


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    Gary Charles served as pastor at Central Presbyterian Church in Atlanta when Er­ skine and his family were there. Fortunately, I think of Erskine less as a former parishioner and more as a men­ tor, a person with a passion for social justice, a scholar, and a friend. Long before I ever met Erskine Clarke, I was an avid reader of Journal for Preachers. During my tenure at Central, Erskine published a book. Dwelling Place: A Plantation Epic, that transformed my understanding of the history of white privilege. Southern theological dead-ends in defense of slavery, and the treacherous longitudinal stain on the Amer­ ican character by its complicity in enslaving people. Pastors can count themselves blessed when they serve congregations with faith­ ful and fruitful Christians of the likes of Erskine Clarke. This pastor will forever be in his debt. — Gary Charles, Cove Presbyterian Church, Covesville, Virginia

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    Jim Richardson has been a colleague and friend of Erskine s through the years. Over the many, many years that I have known Erskine Clarke, I have been richly blessed by his scholarship and many writings, not only his books but also his gifts through Journal for Preachers. My personal life as well as my years of ministry through the church have been broadened as well as enlightened by Professor Erskine Clarke, and I thank God for him and his many gifts. But as important as these words are, I want also to highlight his thoughtfulness and kindness to other people. He and his wife Nan exhibit a caring nature for other people, and I am praying that God will help me (and you) to follow in their lifestyle. — Jim Richardson, Pastor Emeritus, Fort Hill PCUSA, Clemson, South Carolina

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    Scott Huie s father, Wade Huie, taught homiletics at Columbia and was a long term faculty member with Erskine, and the two families were neighbors. Karl Barth may have said that the preacher needs a Bible in one hand and the newspaper in the other. What Barth left out as a third essential is a Journal for Preachers in his or her back pocket! Kudos to Erskine for such a long and distinguished career in publishing the Journal for Preachers, which has been an indispensable resource for me in my nearly 30 years of ordained ministry. The Journal has helped me immensely in those ongoing challenges to keep weekly preaching faithful and fresh. In this era of fake news and Kardashian headlines, Erskine is the anti-Kardashian: understated, genuine, authentic, with a wry sense of humor to boot. He operates without a lot of flash and panache but overflowing


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    with substance and depth. Along with Nan, Erskine has been a dear family friend for decades. His contributions to the greater church will be sorely missed by me and countless others. God speed, dear friend. — Scott Huie, Bellevue Presbyterian Church, Nashville, Tennessee

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    Heather Gast, Rebecca Gurney, and Kristy Farber all served with Mark Ramsey in Asheville, North Carolina, when Erskine and Nan had moved to Montreat. Erskine is a man of few words, but he offers them with tremendous consideration and kindness. I worked as the Children and Family Ministries Coordinator for nine years at a church that Erskine attended. Many members of the church, like Erskine, were accomplished religious scholars or ordained. At times I found this intimidating as a lay person, but Erskine had a gift for well-timed words of encouragement and support. On many occasions, Erskine would seek me out after church with specific praise that demonstrated how attentive he had been to my presentation to the chil­ dren, and he would thank me for my contributions to the worship service and to the community. Advice or compliments from Erskine meant so much because they were measured to convey the most love and respect in so few words. He never failed to make me feel heard, seen, and valued. — Heather Gast, Elementary School Teacher, Weaverville, North Carolina

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    Serving a church with Erskine Clark in the congregation should scare the pants off anybody. Whatever you think you know, Erskine knows it ten times better, back­ wards and forwards. What’s more he would never compromise his intellectual or theological integrity to make you feel better about an idea that missed the mark or a sermon that wasn’t quite right—I could always tell, by his five carefully chosen words, if the preaching wasn’t up to snuff that day. But the great gift Erskine gives to his community and his friends is that he is as kind as he is brilliant, and he has wis­ dom and generosity to match his integrity. Erskine interprets the world and everyone he encounters with a thoughtful charity, evident to anyone who spots the twinkle in his eye or finds themselves on the receiving end of his gracious encouragement. I left every conversation I had with Erskine sharpened, but also well-loved. I am grateful for the times I sat at Erskine and Nan’s table, enjoying a wonderful meal and rich conversation, one of innumerable students, pastors, and friends fortunate enough to have been invited into their home and into their lives. — Rebecca Gurney, Reems Creek-Beech Presbyterian Church, Weaverville, North Carolina


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    Erskine Clarke is the type of church member who makes a congregation health­ ier and more faithful. 1 was a newly ordained minister when Erskine and I met, and I remember the ways he and his wife welcomed me to this incredible congregation. As his pastor, 1 experienced his deep wisdom, his overflowing love of worship, and, in all things, his remarkably generous spirit. 1 experienced his generosity in traditional ways, as he and Nan hosted meals or sought to meet tangible needs in the community. I also experienced Erskine as being incredibly generous with his time and his expertise. There were a handful of times my colleagues and I would email Er­ skine on a Wednesday with a three-sentence question, wondering if he could give us some background or context for the church in history, and he consistently responded with so much care and detail. 1 loved that he was willing to teach at a Confirmation Class, talking in depth with middle school students about the history of the church in the United States. Erskine was willing to help lead hard conversation around church discipline and polity. Every day it was clear that he cared about both his own local congregation and God’s church in the world. — Kristy Farber, Mercer Island Presbyterian Church, Mercer Island, Washington

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    A few’ years ago, Erskine answered a call to serve a small church in rural South Car­ olina as their interim pastor One of the members of that church remembers: By the grace of God, Erskine Clarke heard the call to come be our minister at Indiantown Presbyterian Church. He came bringing warmth, love, and enthusiasm for the people of this old farming community and its church. He and Nan gave new life to our manse, inviting in church family and community members, and bringing in long-time friends, as well as their own family, to visit for the weekends. He visited in our homes and dropped by to see neighbors, always with lively and interesting conversation. We enjoyed wonderful meals and gatherings in our fellowship hall, including a dinner to honor our preschool teachers and their years of service to that mission project. At Sunday worship, early on, he reminded us that all country roads lead to home and that Indiantown Presbyterian Church has been a homeplace nurturing faith, hope, and love for generations. He encouraged us to look forward and see a new future for our church. One grounded in love. Then, in the Spring, Erskine gave us a view of our strong history when he led us on a Presbyterian Heritage tour of churches established along the Black River. We visited Salem-Black River, Goodwill, and concluded with a gathering for dinner with members of Mt. Zion Presbyterian Church. That trip was a highlight of Erskine’s time as our pastor and a most excellent view for Indiantown with direct connections through our forefathers to two of those churches. He could not have served us and loved us better! — Joyce Braxton, Indiantown Presbyterian Church, Hemingway, South Carolina


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    Mary Katherine Robinson serves as pastor at Erskine and Nan s current congrega­ tion. Erskine waits patiently at the back of the line in the narthex, every single Sunday, to share an affirmation, a word of appreciation, and on rare occasions, I will hear him say, ‘‘that’s one I want for the JP!” As he moves forward to speak, hope dances through his twinkling brown eyes as he lifts his precocious greying eyebrows. The moment I hear his captivating drawl, I stop whatever I’m doing and pay attention. I know he has been particularly touched when I see a tear travel down his boyish but­ ton nose. If I had known 28 years ago, when I was a student of Erskine’s at CTS, that I would presently be preaching to him most every single Sunday, I would have spent more time in seminary avidly reading the pages of wisdom in the JP Finding the words to express how much Erskine has meant to me and to my de­ velopment as a preacher and pastor, but more importantly as a human being, is diffi­ cult indeed. In his classroom, he showed me that the sins of my white southern world would not and could not hold me captive in all their complexity and contradictions. Indeed, there is tremendous hope and irresistible grace in our affections, our hearts, turning to God by continually being reformed. As much as his humility and wisdom has inspired his colleagues and readers of the JP for decades, it is his goodness of heart that I will miss most in these pages. Every year I become more aware of what a gift Erskine’s witness, his work, and his love have made in our world. His presence at Black Mountain Presbyterian is one I depend on daily. — Mary Katherine Robinson, Black Mountain Presbyterian Church, Black Moun­ tain, North Carolina

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    Ted Wardlayv and Mark Ramsey are, respectively, the new editor and publisher ofJP and share the experience of serving as pastor to Erskine and Nan Clarke. It was my pleasure, while serving as pastor of Central Presbyterian Church in Atlanta for close to twelve years, to be one of Erskine and Nan Clarke’s pastors. (Across those years, Agnes Norfleet, Kim Clayton, and Caroline Kelly served Cen­ tral as Associate Pastors.) Loaded with over fifty retired pastors, pastoral counselors, or seminary professors at both Columbia Seminary and Candler School of Theology, Central was blessed with an added dose of rich theological and ecclesiological accents. Erskine and Nan were both servants and leaders. They were supportive of their pas­ tors, for sure, and they were also model parishioners. Nan sang in the church’s glo­ rious choir, Erskine was particularly active in ministries with the homeless, and both were the sorts of people who were there whenever the doors were open. Neither of them expected special treatment due to their stature in the church and city; instead they practiced genuine humility. There were times when the work was more difficult than usual, and I would experience either an empathic word on Sunday at the door


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    in the narthex or a visit in my study. Always, always, it was that kind demeanor and that soft empathic word that I most remembered on those occasions. Erskine’s pas­ toral heart—his greatest strength, that thing that tempered every other theological asset—always came through. It was that beautiful heart that always defined him, and still does. — Ted Wardlaw

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    Just out of seminary in the mid-1980’s, serving as an associate pastor in a D.C. area congregation, I received a mailing for Journal for Preachers. Among the authors listed were former professors and others whom I read regularly, and the price was right (seriously, how did Erskine publish JP for four decades plus at such modest rates?), so I subscribed. Over the years, many other preaching resources have come and gone – either because the publishers stopped producing them, or I stopped read­ ing them—but JP has been a constant companion for almost 40 years now. Then in 2006 I moved to a congregation in Asheville, North Carolina. On my first Sunday, a man came through the line after worship and introduced himself as Erskine Clarke. Erskine Clarke? The name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it.. .until I realized it was the name I had seen at the top of the JP masthead all those years. That Erskine followed his introduction with an insightful and appreciative comment on the con­ tent and structure of my sermon should have provided a hint to who he was, and to what it was going to be like having him sitting in the pews each Sunday. Over the next nine remarkable years, I found in Erskine a friend, a colleague, a deep thinker, a person of values about faith and culture, a keen observer of what was happening in and out of the church, a person of strong ecclesiology and gentle humor. But how I most remember Erskine in those years is as a pastor. A keen listener, a direct ques­ tioner, and a consistent messenger of God’s grace. When JP was just in its first years, Frederick Buechner wrote his “spiritual au­ tobiography,” in which he tells of his conversion, listening to a sermon by George Buttrick in which Buttrick preached that “Jesus is crowned king with.. .great laugh­ ter.” Something in that phrase caught Buechner in God’s grace, and he never looked back. Years later, someone sent Buechner Buttrick’s manuscript of that sermon, and the words great laughter do not appear. Buttrick had ad-libbed it. To which Buechner observed: “On such thin threads can hang the destiny of any of us.” In some ways, that is how I feel about having casually answered that JP subscription mailer all those years ago. What a landscape – homiletically and personally – did that open for my soul, in so many ways that I can only begin to express thank you, Erskine. — Mark Ramsey

  • ‘Don’t Just Do Something, Sit There’

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    ‘Don’t Just Do Something, Sit There ”

    Joseph J. Clifford

    Myers Park Presbyterian Church, Charlotte, North Carolina

    ’ God is our refuge and strength,

    a very present help in trouble.

    2 Therefore yve mil not fear, though the earth should change, though the mountains shake in the heart of the sea; though its yyaters roar and foam, though the mountains tremble with its tumult. There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy habitation of the Most High.

    5 God is in the midst of the city; it shall not be moved; God will help it when the morning dawns. The nations are in an uproar, the kingdoms totter; he utters his voice, the earth melts. The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Come, behold the works of the Lord; see what desolations he has brought on the earth. He makes wars cease to the end of the earth; he breaks the bow, and shatters the spear; he bums the shields with fire. ‘‘Be still, and know that I am God! I am exalted among the nations, I am exalted in the earth.” The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. (Psalm 46)

    Early in my ministry, I came across the music of a wonderful folk singer, Billy Jonas. My favorite song of his is called “God is In.” Its lyrics are playful and pro­ found, exploring the presence of God in our world and within each of us. Some of the playful lines include “God is in your new tattoo, in your scars and birthmarks too. God is in your brand new nose and your control top pantyhose. God is in the latest fad, except for bungee jumping, that’s dangerous and bad. God is in Vogue and Spin and Rolling Stone, ‘cause God is in. My favorite verse is the last in the song: “God is incredulous at all the stuff we do to us. God is inspired by those who fly and those who try. God is insatiable, so sing and dance way past full. God is in you and me. Someday God will help us see God is in love with love, so live in love and that’s enough. 11

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    5,53 There’s a verse about religion in the song as well. I’m pretty sure it would be considered heresy by the Westminster Confession, but I kind of like it. It goes ‘‘God is in the Christian house, bread and wine, holy cross. God is in the Jewish home, shalom havarim shalom. God is in the Muslim, allah w’akhbar a sallam. God is in the Hindu way, jabagwan, ñamaste. God is in the atheist saying ‘Yeah, I don’t exist.’ God is in the Buddhist chair saying ‘Don’t just do something, sit there. That’s where I got the title for today’s sermon. Don’t just do something, sit there. This sounds so counterintuitive right now in our world. Our world is filled with a sense of urgency, demanding we do something now about a whole host of prob­ lems. Heat waves and massive wildfires impacting multiple continents demand we do something. Last Sunday night, there was another mass shooting by a young white man in Greenwood, Indiana, outside of Indianapolis, claiming the lives of three more victims: Pedro Pineda, Rosa Mirian Rivera de Pineda, and Victor Gomez. There would have been many more if another young white man hadn’t killed the shooter with his own gun. We’ve got to do something, don’t we? This year, all sides of the political spectrum fuel the flames of fear of the other, touting the latest threat posed by their opposition and demanding we do something to stop them, whoever they are in respect to us. Don’t just sit there, do something! I’ll confess I feel this sense of urgency when it comes to the state of our society and our world. And I’ll also confess a sense of helplessness in the face of all this. I can preach about actions I believe should be taken, I can even quote scripture to jus­ tify those actions, but I wonder if it does any good. I’m not sure preaching changes hearts and minds these days. People who agree might applaud or offer an “Amen!” even if it’s a Presbyterian amen, under their breath. People who don’t agree will just get frustrated and find another church that’s saying things they agree with, and they’ll applaud for that preacher. In the end, does anything actually change? It can start to feel like a Facebook post that just becomes fodder for the algorithms feeding the fury tearing our society apart. In the end, nothing actually happens to meaning­ fully address the very real challenges we face. Maybe we could sign a petition or hold a rally or figure out some other way to bring everyone who agrees with us together to show how serious we really are about the problem. There’s been a lot of that in recent years. I’ve even participated in some of it, but it doesn’t seem much progress is being made. We can’t just sit here; we’ve got to do something, don’t we? Yet we come to church, and the title of today’s sermon is “Don’t just do some­ thing, sit there!” What’s that about? Do we support the status quo? How can we say such a thing amid the urgency of now? Where do we get such an idea from? Is Joe now preaching from folk songs instead of scripture? Well, actually the idea came from a song much older than Billy Jonas’s “God is In.” It came from a song written some 2,700 years ago, a song we know as Psalm 46.


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    9? Amid a world of mountains trembling and waters foaming and nations in an uproar and kingdoms tottering, what is the word of the Lord? “Be still, and know that I am God.” Scholars suggest Psalm 46 was written amid the time when Jerusalem faced an Assyrian siege toward the end of the Sth century BC, a story related in 2 Kings 19, a siege God ultimately delivered them from. It was certainly a time when nations were roaring. The kingdom of Israel had fallen to the Assyrians, and the kingdom of Judah was tottering on the edge of oblivion. Imagine what it felt like to be living in Jerusalem during those days—^probably something like it feels to live in eastern Ukraine right now. Talk about helpless! It had to be an incredibly anxious time. Yet the word of the Lord quoted in Psalm 46 is what? “Be still, and know that 1 am God. Family Systems Theory speaks of “chronic anxiety” in human systems. In his book Failure of Nerve: Leadership in the Age of the Quick Fix, Edwin Friedman describes five characteristics of chronically anxious systems. The first is reactivity, defined by knee-jerk reactions that “seem to bypass the cerebral cortex and per­ petuate a super-charged emotional atmosphere.” Do we know anything about that these days? The second symptom of chronic anxiety is herding, when “forces of togetherness triumph over the forces of individuality and move everyone to adapt to the least mature members.” Can we check that box? The third symptom is blame displacement, defined by a “focus on forces that have victimized rather than tak­ en responsibility for one’s own being and destiny.” Heard any of that lately? The fourth symptom is a quick-fix mentality that seeks relief of symptoms rather than fundamental change. Don’t just sit there, do something! Finally, chronically anxious systems lack good leadership, “a failure of nerve,” as Friedman puts it, “that both stems from and contributes to reactivity, herding, blame displacement, and a quick fix mentality.” Chronic anxiety defines our culture. It’s everywhere in our world. It also has a way of showing up in the Bible, which tells me chronic anxiety is not a product of the 2P^ century, but rather part of the human condition. This chronic anxiety has a way of making everything urgent, feeding the anxiety of the moment. This is not to say that the challenges we face are not urgent. As Mar­ tin Luther King said at the March on Washington in 1963, amid the urgent challenges of his day, “We are now faced with the fact that tomorrow is today. We are confront­ ed with the fierce urgency of now. In this unfolding conundrum of life and history, there Ts’ such a thing as being too late. This is no time for apathy or complacency. This is a time for vigorous and positive action.” Indeed, there is an urgency to the challenges we face. However, perhaps the best thing we can do is not let the bubbling anxiety drive our response to these problems. Sometimes, just doing something to alleviate our anxiety exacerbates the real problems causing that anxiety. As Dr. Bayo AKOmolafe of The Emergence Network puts it, “The times are urgent; let us slow down.””^ Perhaps this is what Psalm 46 is trying to teach us. Amid the urgency of times when earth is changing and mountains are shaking in the heart of the sea and waters


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    are roaring and foaming and creation is trembling with tumult and nations roar and kingdoms totter, the psalmists calls us to gather at the river, the river running through the middle of it all, the river whose streams make glad the city of God. The Psalmist reminds us, “God is in the midst of the city,” God is in the midst of this mess of a world we’ve made, and God will help us when the morning dawns. God works to make wars cease, breaks the bow, shatters the spear, and uses shields as kindling to cook supper. God utters God’s voice, and the frozen hearts of the world melt. Beloved, amid the urgency of these days, hear the word of the Lord: “Be still, and know that I am God.” Put another way, “the times are urgent, so let us slow down.” Let not the anxiety of the moment push us into thoughtless action or mean­ ingless action that will not deal with the heart of the challenges we face. Let not our chronic anxiety reinforce the power structures that made the mess in the first place. Let not our chronic anxiety about urgent problems created over centuries lead us to believe such challenges can be fixed in one election cycle. Let not our chronic anxiety simplify complex challenges into absolutist thinking that produces either/ or choices we believe will bring us a quick fix. That’s simply not reality. Let not the chronic anxiety of the moment make everything fiercely urgent, leaving us burnt out, depressed, and exhausted, with no energy for the vigorous and positive action that really is needed to respond to the fierce urgency of now.^ Instead, let us remember, “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore, we will not fear.” Fear is a powerful emotion, often weaponized to serve dubious intentions, but, it’s an obstacle to thoughtful responses to the very real problems of our day. If fear defines our response to the fierce urgency of now, it will not be a faithful response. What else are we called to do? “Be still.” In the midst of the mayhem, amid the buzz of the world and all its fear mongering and kingdom tottering and urgent anxi­ ety, be still. “Be still, and know that I am God,” says the Lord. What did our grand­ mothers tell us to do when we found ourselves angry or overwhelmed by something or someone? Take a deep breath and count to 10. It takes the human brain about 10 seconds to absorb adrenaline. Once that adrenaline is absorbed, we are capable of constructive thought. Our cerebral cortex can start firing to help us process what’s going on. Amid all the tragedies and injustices that leave our collective adrenaline factory known as the media, pumping us full of anxiety, what would it mean for us to take a collective breath and count to ten so that we could actually think? “Don’t just do something; sit there.” Finally, the Psalmist reminds us of God’s word, “Know that I am God.” Know that God is God; we are not. And God is with us. And God is our refuge and our strength. So don’t be afraid. God is in the midst of the mess. God is about making wars cease, breaking bows, shattering spears, and making shields obsolete. That’s God’s vision. How might we be about joining God’s response to the fierce urgency of now?


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    Notes 1 Billy Jonas, “God Is In,” on Life So Far, 2000. 2 Ibid. 3 Ibid. 4 Bayo AKOmolafe, The Emergence Network, https://www.voutube.com/watch?v=XH WKiOkl 1. 5 This paragraph was informed by one of the aspects of White Supremacy Culture that is “urgency.” See URGENCY – WHITE SUPREMACY CULTURE.

  • Protagonists Corner: What the Heck Is Going On in the United Methodist Church?

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    Protagonists Corner

    What the Heck Is Going On in the United Methodist Church?

    Will Willimon*

    Duke Divinity School, Durham, North Carolina

    I was startled when the editors of Journal for Preachers asked me to write, in this issue honoring retiring editor Erskine Clarke, about what’s happening among the Methodists. “As an American church historian,” the editors said, “Erskine is curious about the changes happening among Methodists.” Who knew Erskine cared about Methodists? At the risk of giving Erskine more reasons to be a Presby, here goes. After some turbulent years, for the first time in a long time, the United Methodist denomination, distinguished in the last century for its mergers, is splitting. Presbyterians have good reason to be baffled that some Methodists—always eager ecumenicists with every­ body from the Assemblies of God to Roman Catholics—say they can no longer talk to their fellow Methodists. Though the creation of the breakaway Global Methodist Church has begun with a whimper rather than a bang, and the number of secession­ ists will be limited (the property of each UMC church is held in trust by the denom­ ination, not the congregation), I grieve that a number of our elders have decided that God has not enabled them to keep their ordination vows. There are legitimate criticisms of the United Methodist Church. If you don’t have a list of what’s wrong with the UMC, I’ll loan you mine. In three books I have hammered the UMC for its screw ups and infidelities—expensive bureaucracy, a couple of errant bishops, creeping Calvinism (sorry, Erskine), virtue signaling, legal­ istic polity, one trick pony politics. I could go on. And yet, none of those problems can be solved by votes of the UMC General Conference or by separating from the UMC, and none are legitimate reasons to divide the UMC. Like Erskine, most Methodists are clueless about the Book of Discipline, can’t name their bishop, and have never run across a real-live member of General Confer­ ence. In their unconcern for Methodism beyond their congregation, I think they’ve got things in proper perspective. Surely you, Erskine, a distinguished church historian, will agree that the historic genius of Methodist polity is that it’s mission driven. Pastors are sent (not called, as in your clan) to lead a congregation’s God-given mission. Although I have little hope that Erskine will buy, much less plow through, my new book Don’t Look Back, it’s the fruit of my interviews and listening sessions with hundreds of United Methodist clergy and laity. None threatened to leave due to dissatisfaction with their pastor or congregation, making it all the more sad that they are departing denominational United Methodism which


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    1. trained and sent them their pastor, 2. has little to do with the success or demise of their congregation, 3. is irrelevant to their encounters with Christ in church or out, and 4. contributes little to and forbids nothing from their taking responsibility for the mission that Christ has assigned to their congregation.

    I’m pleading for Methodists to turn from preoccupation with the general church and denominational legislative mess and back to their Annual Conference and local congregation. The core of the Methodist movement—^predating the creation of our dysfunctional General Conference—is a connection of elders in conference with one another, deployed to lead the mission of local churches through word, sacrament, and order, by appointing bishops. Fragmentation distracts Methodists from deeper, long-term issues that are more determinative of our future than our divisions. Our median age is nearly 65. Even if breakaway Global Methodists (They say they’re big on “biblical authority.” But “Global” is not a Bible word.) purloin half a million United Methodists, that is less than the Lord will take home from us in the same period of time. As guest preacher in a rural church (attendance 35, median age near mine), I asked the lay leaders, “What’s your greatest challenge as a congregation?” “The United Methodist Church,” replied the matriarch. “How so?” I asked. “When those Methodists out west somewhere ordained [sic] that lesbian bishop, they made it hard to stay in this church,” she replied. Get my drift? My theory is that we are choosing up sides and engaging in schism because divorce is easier than figuring out how to reach a new generation of Wesleyans. I’m telling congregations to ignore denominational squabbles, take a hopeful look at your congregation, focus upon the mission that God has entrusted to your church. Flip Wesley’s “the world is my parish” to “my parish is our neighborhood.” Sad to see the UMC dividing on the basis of the self-designations “traditionalist” (me-love-Bible-better-than-you) and “progressive” (me Californian, 2022, standing at the summit of human development), merely mirroring the political divides among white voters. Rather than ask the missional “What’s Christ up to our neighborhood?” claim the more culturally acceptable “I refuse to be part of a church that doesn’t re­ flect my values before 1 came to church.” GMC apologists are eager not to be perceived as bolting because of a single contemporary social issue. Paragraph #405, 2 of their “Draft Transitional Book of Discipline” (Law-over-gospel Methodists devise a book of rules prior to founding a church), the first “Basic Qualifications of the Ordained” is “fidelity in Christian mar­ riage between one man and one woman, chastity in singleness,” before “knowledge and love of God” or “Have a call by God and the people of God.” Erskine surely would ask, “”Really, GMCT


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    In eight years as a bishop, never once did a congregation say that the most desired characteristic in their pastor was “marriage between one man and one woman.” GMC, you’ve come a long way from Bishop Asbury’s prohibition of married circuit riders, which is fine by me. But aren’t you setting the clergy competence bar a bit low? GMC advocates charge that the UMC has sold out to contemporary culture. But who told the GMC that same-sex sin (their one issue that’s not the only issue) was the chief sin in the UMC or that the UMC is unredeemable? Not the Bible. Not Jesus (who makes not even a cameo appearance in most of these debates on the one issue that’s not really the one issue). It’s inconceivable that the GMC would mount these arguments in any other cultural moment than the present when we white folks are uncomfortable with the culture’s racial reckoning and gender issues debating. Who’s being culturally conforming now? Our UMC divisions show how current political allegiances and media silos led us to abandon our vocation to be salt and light to the world. (If I can’t shout you into silence. I’ll lock myself into that gated community of buddies who think as I do and call that ecclesia—simplistic North American political polarities to overcome bibli­ cally authorized identity.) Confusing the Kingdom of God with the USA, we lost the ability to differentiate between a thinking, caring American and a called, witnessing Christian. Denominationalism has had its day. No new denomination addresses the decline that plagues United Methodism; any new church must struggle with aging, graying, children of various sexual orientations, abortions, racism, but most of all a culture for whom church, any church, is optional. So the GMC’s big idea to set right what’s wrong with the UMC is to form another denomination that will end debate on the single issue that’s not the one issue? I often hear, “I want a church where some things are fixed and final without debate.” Dream on. If Saint Paul couldn’t figure out how to plant such a church, you can’t either. As a preacher, I know the frustration of being unable to talk others into my posi­ tion on some important subject, even though I back up my sermons with scripture, a winning personality, and rhetorical flourish, all in twenty minutes. So I empathize with GMC anguish that after decades of debate and voting at General Conference, there are still some Methodists running loose muttering “I see it differently.” Sure, I’ve tried to excommunicate or at least arm wrestle my congregation into submission. Alas, Jesus doesn’t work that way; yet unlike you, he never walked away from an argument or refused to be in conversation with even the most thick headed opponents. Here’s how my conversations have gone with GMC gurus: “We don’t like….” Neither do I. “I’m tired of people not taking scripture seriously in regard to…. Right on. “That bishop wouldn’t know Chalcedonian Christology if it bit him in the behind….” Amen! “The UMC Book of Discipline is a legalistic mess.” Like I’ve been saying for years. “Therefore, we’re leaving.” What?! 99


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    That the GMC has found so little in the UMC to reform gives eredenee to those who suspeet that-in spite of vehement denials-the GMC is being birthed in response to one eontemporary social issue. Why doesn’t the GMC Draft Discipline explain why they’re taking the drastic step of leaving one church to form another just because the church is full of people who are (as they see it) wrong? I’ve got friends who say ‘‘Let ‘em go. We’ll be a better church after the right wingers leave.” No, the UMC will be weaker: loss of financial resources along with some of our dearest, most vital congregations, and a few of our most creative, entre­ preneurial pastors. “Progressives” will also lose some of their most adept, doggedly persistent, Bible-loving interlocutors, leaving them stuck in a denominational echo chamber with an even higher percentage of people who think just like they do. I’ve learned much from my debates with dissidents. Please don’t abandon me to my theological blind spots and the clutch of goofy liberals in my congregation! Though you are wrong in your belief that you love scripture more than I, some of your pompous, painful, pretentious criticism of my theological views and our church is, worst of all, true! Dante put schismatics all the way down next door to Satan in the eighth circle of The Inferno (below heretics at circle six, I gratefully note). While Dante wasn’t a Methodist, still. Globalist Methodists, think twice before you walk. Erskine, got any other questions?

    *WiIl Willimon is a bishop in the United Methodist Chureh (retired) and is Professor of the Praetiee of Christian Ministry, Duke Divinity Sehool, and Direetor of the Doetor of Ministry Program. His most reeent book is Don’t Look Back: Methodist Hope for What Comes Next (Abingdon Press).

  • Deep Narratives: The Japanese Internment as an Intergenerational Story

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    Deep Narratives:

    The Japanese Internment as an Intergenerational Story

    Katie Nakamura Rengers Staff Officer for Church Planting, The Episcopal Church, Birmingham, Alabama

    My family has a story. Here is the way it was passed on to me: On December 7, 1941, my grandfather (Ojiichan) was picking up a birthday cake for his two-year-old son. On the way home from the bakery, he turned on the radio and heard the devastating news of Japan’s attack on Pearl Harbor. “Well now we’re in trouble,” he thought. Ojiichan was right. Two months later, President Roosevelt issued Executive Order 9066 allowing for the internment of over 120,000 Japanese, many of them American citizens. Japanese in San Francisco were given less than a week to shutter their businesses and pack up their homes. My grandparents and my Uncle Bob were loaded onto train cars, the window shades drawn, and taken to Los Angeles, where they spent six months living in roughly adapted racehorse stalls. When the desert camps were completed, they were transported to an internment center in Topaz, Utah. Ojiichan worked in the mess hall, where he was sometimes able to bring home extra cleaning supplies to my grandmother (Obachan), who disapproved of the personal hygiene of the woman who used the public tub ahead of her. My Aunt Yuko was born in Topaz. When Obachan died in 2018 (at age one hundred and one!), my cousins and I spent several emotional days going through her belongings, including all the records she had kept of their time in the Internment. There were Camp newspapers addressing things as mundane as trash disposal and of such national importance as Korematsu vs. The United States. There was a letter of encouragement from Emperor Hirohito, which must have been copied and distributed to each household. My favorite is a crayon drawing I assume must have been created by my Uncle Bob, in which one can make out the U.S. flag, the Japanese flag, something that looks suspiciously like a swastika, and the barbed wire fence that framed his world for almost four years. Though it’s been eighty years, this remains our family story. I mention it to my children regularly. Every couple of years, someone gets married or dies, and the Nakamura aunts, uncles, cousins, and in-laws gather together in one place. After the typical check-ins about family, work, and politics, we always work around—some­ times briefly, sometimes deeply—to the family story. “Oh, well that was when they were at Camp.” “Ah, that must have been before the Camp.” “I sometimes wonder if that was because of all the years at Camp.” When I was a kid, and even a young adult, I thought of the Internment as some­ thing that had happened to my ancestors but not necessarily anything that had to do with my own life. However, as I’ve gotten older and have done work to examine my own relationship with my family of origin and my experiences of racism, I’ve begun to realize the immense effect that my grandparents’ story has on my identity. I have realized, for example, that cultural assimilation I saw in my father, born in 1952, wasn’t a choice so much as a necessity. His parents worked long hours at multiple jobs —the typical immigrant experience. He loved spaghetti, The Beatles, and speaks no Japanese. It was not hard for him to move across the country for law school, marry


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    my mother, and live contentedly in Alabama for the next forty years, apart from any Japanese American community. For me, however, this created a sense of disconnect that is shared among many Sansei (third generation Japanese) my age. We may at first glance look foreign, but we have little to no connection to our ancestors’ country of origin. Furthermore, Asians are often perceived, and perceive ourselves, as ethnically “in-between,” sharing neither the White nor the Black experience of America. My whole life, I have carried the sensation of being from and even loving my hometown, yet never fully belonging there. Though my own experience of disconnect can partly be attributed to growing up apart from my grandmother and her culture, I have observed Asian American friends who were raised in Asian households say something similar. For them, the disconnect is between the culture they experienced at home—Asian cooking, practices around taking off shoes, the language spoken at home by their parents, the cultural expecta­ tions put on their academic pursuits, etc.—and the more “mainstream” culture they saw lived out by their peers at school. From these friends, I tend to hear things like “It makes me uncomfortable to be around this many Asians,” “I don’t date Asians,” or “I can speak Cantonese/Japanese/Thai, but I like to pretend I can’t.” And, of course, as an Episcopal priest, I hear Asian American friends say, “I hated the Asian American church we went to when I was a kid. There were too many… Asians there.” I occasionally attend conferences that bring together Asian American leaders to discuss topics like ordination, preaching, teaching, and pastoring. These are always joyful and insightful. There is also almost always a palpable disconnect between the leaders who immigrated to the United States and those who were born in the U.S. Of course, there are bridge-builders—usually people who immigrated as young children or who have natural gifts for cross cultural communication. But in most keynote ad­ dresses , sermons, and workshops, a conscious decision must be made by the presenter to speak either to the “Americanized” second and subsequent generations or to the immigrants. If the former, the immigrants typically smile and gracefully tolerate a presentation that leaves them wondering “what are they talking about?” If the latter, I watch the U.S. born leaders try not to roll their eyes while thinking “why the heck am I here?” I have heard wise leaders question whether intergenerational ministry is even possible in the Asian American community. Many, perhaps most, young adults end up finally leaving that Asian church they grew up in. Is it possible that the spectrum of experiences is simply too broad, the languages untranslatable, and the central spiritual questions too different? Of course, these generational questions are far from limited to immigration and ethnic minorities. When I was recently ordained, at about 28 years old, I was invited to have lunch with a small group from the church who self-identified as “the old, liberal women.” At one point, a lady asked me, completely sincerely, if, as a priest, I struggled with how I was going to teach my one year old daughter about Noah’s Ark. “Because, of course,” she said, “it’s a story that’s both historically and scientifically false.” It struck me then that while I might have called myself a “young liberal woman,” the historicity of Noah’s ark had never particularly bothered me. I understand, of course, that since the Enlightenment, religious and scientific leaders have often been at odds with each other. Older people in my congregations often look to writers like


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    Shelby Spong and Marcus Borg, theologians who attempted to make the teaching and miracles of Scripture more palatable for thousands of members of the Silent and Baby Boom generations. But I’m a Millennial—a member of the Harry Potter generation. We long to believe in a hidden world of magic and miracle, with shift­ ing staircases and guardian spirit animals, and letters that arrive mysteriously in the mail to confirm that our identity crises don’t indicate deficiency but membership in a different world. From my observation, the Millennial’ spiritual questions are less about scientific plausibility and dogma and much more about relationship. We are less likely to ques­ tion the existence of God and more likely to frown upon the Church’s exclusivity. We’re less likely to doubt the historicity of the Old Testament and Gospel stories than we are to dismiss them as irrelevant to our own lives. Many times I’ve smiled while listening to my Millennial friends express emotionally charged skepticism about the Virgin birth, while enthusiastically affirming Jesus’ Resurrection from the dead. The Virgin birth really seems to strike Millennial the wrong way, not so much because it is biologically impossible, but because a sex-less conception feels suspicially like a denial of Mary’s humanity and therefore an incomplete Incarnation. Add to these differences in spiritual perspective the oft mentioned “generational warfare” among Gen Z, Millennial, and Baby Boomers (culminating in the “okay boomer” phenomenon of a few years ago) about everything from the climate crisis to the decline of indoor shopping malls, and you have a recipe for disconnect. We see it in the graying Mainline, as fewer younger people understand the connection their parents make between following Jesus and showing up for worship on Sunday morning, and those who do attend hipper, “more relevant” churches. Occasionally I mull this over, wondering if the disconnect is becoming so great that intergenerational ministry might truly not be possible, at least not for much longer. Can we really sustain being one church when our experiences of the world are so different? In some sense, however, it may be that intergenerational ministry is one of the most important things we Christians do. Storytelling and preaching across generations is the only real way that I believe we can arrive at deep narrative, the kind of narrative that is often so powerful that it permeates the boundaries of time and culture. I’ve always carried the feeling that good pastoring is about more than “relevance.” Stories don’t have to be contemporary in order to connect. Deep narrative might not be about me or even occur in the world that I myself inhabit, but it somehow helps me understand who I am, why I am the way I am, and who I have the possibility of becoming tomor­ row. Scripture offers the epitome of this kind of deep narrative. The biblical Exodus and Exile happened to a relatively small group of people, yet they spiritually frame not only the rest of the biblical narrative, but also the experiences of millennia of Jews and Christians around the world. The Exodus, for example, is used to justify future generosity toward resident aliens, reminding subsequent generations that “you were aliens in the land of Egypt.” Christians understood that Jesus’ death and resurrection had allowed them to be “passed over” and thereby freed from sin and judgement. Harriet Tubman was nicknamed “Moses.” During the darkest days of Covid lockdown last year, my church community in Birmingham sang Don McLean’s “Waters of Babylon” at our virtual worship. There will, of course, always be youthful shrugging off of the deep narrative. As


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    the young man sings to his scandalously non-Jewish lover in Jason Robert Brown’s The Last Five Years, “But the minute I first met you, I could barely catch my breath; I’ve been wandering through the desert, I’ve been beaten I’ve been hit; my people have suffered for thousands of years, and I don’t give a s—!” this is perfectly fine. The strength of deep narrative is that it is deep enough to outlast our distraction, cynicism, and overconfidence. When we are ready, it will be here, waiting to help us make sense of the world and of our lives. Soon after our wedding, I brought my husband Josiah out to California to meet Obachan, who was then in her early nineties. Josiah was eager to ask her about the camps, and she was eager to comply. “We were Americans, ” she insisted in her tiny yet ferociously indignant voice. “They had no right to do this to us.” Then, she said something I had never heard before: “On the day Japan surrendered, they announced it to us, to the whole camp. And we stood there and watched the setting sun… ; you know, Japan is called the Land of the Rising Sun. We watched the sun go down, and people cried.” A decade later, I visited the little that remains of the Topaz Relocation Center. The detail Obachan didn’t mention was that sunset there—a backdrop to the Rocky Mountains—would be one of the most magnificent natural sights I might ever see.

    By the waters of Babylon, there we sat down and there we wept; when we remembered Zion. How could we sing the LORD’S song in a foreign land?

    As I watched the sun set behind the stretch of mountains and an endless expanse of tumbleweed, I wondered what it was that brought tears to the eyes of those Topaz prisoners. I imagine few of them were actually hoping that Japan would win the war. Maybe some still believed that Emperor Hirohito was a god, and his defeat came as a moment of devastating disillusionment. Others may have been weeping for the victims in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Yet when I hear this story, what I most resonate with is the deep identity crisis Japan’s surrender must have invoked for people like Obachan—proud American citizens, betrayed by the president they had voted for. People who remembered Japan as the land of their mothers, friends, and teachers—yet also knew that its military committed unspeakable atrocities. People like members of the 442nd Regimental Combat Team of Nisei, whose families were feared and segregated, but who gave their lives to defeat Hitler and defend peace and justice for the world. It is these complicated tears that, for me, define the deep narrative of the Internment. Our deep narratives do more than unite generations. They show us new possibili­ ties for who we might become. I am repeatedly drawn to Deuteronomy 26, regarding the offering of first fruit from the Promised Land:

    When the priest takes the basket from your hand and sets it down before the altar of the LORD your God, you shall make this response: “A wander­ ing Aramean was my ancestor; he went down into Egypt and lived there


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    as an alien.. So now I bring the first of the fruit of the ground that you, O LORD have given me.”

    The true questions for all of us are “Who is my ancestor? And what fruit does his or her story compel me to now offer before God?” In other words, what deep narratives have shaped you, and what difference have they prepared you to make in God’s world?

  • A Retrospect

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    A Retrospect

    Walter Brueggemann

    Traverse City, Michigan

    It has been a long run for me with the Journal, both as an editor and as a contribu­ tor. Here are some of my reflections on my investment in the Journal.

    I The Journal has been, beyond my expectation, a most important matrix for my own scholarly work as a biblical interpreter. According to my not-fully-reliable records, I submitted my first article to the Journal in 1985, the year before I joined the faculty of Columbia Seminary. That article in the Easter issue was entitled “The Family as World-Maker” (pp. 8-15). Beginning in 1987, my first full year at the seminary, I began to contribute regularly to the Journal almost every year, largely at the invita­ tion of Erskine Clarke. The slow year-by-year accumulation of these scribbles led me to republish them in book form. My friend, K.C. Hanson, senior editor at Wipf and Stock, graciously agreed to the republishing, and did so in four small books: TruthTelling as Subversive Obedience (2011), Remember You Are Dust (2013), Embracing the Transformation (2014), The Practice of Home fulness (2014). After some time, I also became an editor of the Journal. That work included the writing of a “Foreword” for several issues each year. The first of these was in Easter 1991. After that I wrote forewords regularly, for the most part alternating with Erskine Clarke. The willingness of Erskine Clarke and the Journal to accept and publish my several articles over time was a very happy chance for me to write short pieces that sought to make telling connections between the Bible and contemporary practices of the church and, more specifically, the practices of preaching. Over time this process helped me in decisive ways to become unambiguously clear about my proper work. While I have always worked to maintain credible membership in the academic guild of Old Testament studies, I was able to see that my proper work was in and for the church. More specifically, the most important constituency for my research and writing have been the pastors of the church who themselves labor relentlessly to articulate the kinds of links and connections I have tried to make. While I think I have contributed significantly to the Journal, the Journal itself has had a significant impact on my vocational identity and focus. As a result, I have been able to keep clearly in purview the kinds of readers for whom I have wanted to do my work.

    II Erskine Clarke has developed and supported a reliable cadre of writer-preachers who have filled our pages with thoughtful, bold, and suggestive materials. On the one hand, this company of contributors has consisted in “celebrity preachers,” the folk who have immediate and widespread name recognition. This amazing company includes, among others, Tom Long, Barbara Brown Taylor, Sam Wells, William Barber, and Will Willimon. It has been a special privilege for me, as an editor, to communicate with and be taught by such luminaries in our common work. These “all star” preach­ ers have enabled the Journal to maintain consistently high standards for our regular


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    readers. After all, these notable preacher-writers have not arrived at such status and recognition by happenstance or by accident, but as an outcome of hard work that has come via their uncommon gifts. Such preachers have set high standards for the rest of us and invited us and, by their example, empowered us to greater artistic imagi­ nation and to boldness in proclamation. To be sure, such preachers over time have benefited in their work with various support systems other preachers may not have, plus the luxury of travel and mobility that permit a good sermon to be sounded more than once. A good journal on preaching must offer the best preachers with the best sermons; happily, we have been able to do that in a consistent way.

    III On the other hand, most of the work of the Journal has not been done by celebrity preachers. It has been done, rather, by working parish pastors who do the daily, de­ manding work of pastoral care and administration, who live with endless conflict and challenge, and yet find time and energy to do the bold, thoughtful work of preaching. I am regularly astonished by the way in which Erskine Clarke has continued to recruit good preacher-writers from many places and many traditions, pastors who labor in relative obscurity, but who relentlessly hang in for the sake of the Gospel. The large number of writer-preachers represented in our pages attests to the continuing importance and vitality of preaching, and to the large capacity among us to mobilize serious thought, vivid imagination, risky courage, and careful reading for that hard work. When one considers these work-a-day preachers in their locali­ ties, one comes to two fresh appreciations. First, we freshly appreciate the missionai vitality of local congregations in their several contexts. Such congregations do not spend time reading op-ed pieces about the demise of the church; rather, they engage in missionai ways in the Gospel issues in their contexts. A bit ago, Tia and I happily participated in a lovely dinner party to welcome our new associate pastor. I did not know everyone there, but I knew three couples, all somewhat older. One couple had devised a long-running program of breakfast seven days a week for many of our homeless community’s population. One couple gives their energy to a church gar­ den that produces great quantities of vegetables for our homeless shelters. The third couple had adopted an unwanted child with Down’s syndrome and brought her to adulthood. None of these folk gloated over their missionai work, but all of them did it, and surely all of them have been sustained in the missionai work by good preach­ ing and worship. These are the kind of folk who evoke good preaching and who, at the same time, deeply depend upon it. Their pastors (and a myriad like them) are the ones who have evoked and sustained such missionai passion. Second, we become freshly aware of how pivotal good preaching is for the expe­ rience of and mobilization of a missionai congregation. After all the rhetorical fads and homiletical cleverness, what still counts in the local congregation is truth-telling about the pain of the world, and then hope-telling that evokes passionate investment. My faithful reading of the Journal articles and sermons regularly fills me with im­ mense wonder and immense gratitude for the steadfast ways preachers do their work, hanging in despite all kinds of resistance and conflictual behavior in their midst.

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    otherwise. Our accent is unambiguously upon our readers. That readership is some­ what small. (We are hopeful that we will increase circulation with new prospects for marketing with our new leadership.) But it nonetheless includes a broad base of ecumenical interest that attracts not only preachers but other church leaders and folk who value the act and art of preaching. But the focus is upon working preachers who must and may regularly do the work of the proclamation of the Gospel. Every preacher I know who has not “gone to seed” is alert for new ideas, for fresh angle on a text, or a new image or metaphor to open reality differently. It is our hope and expectation that the Journal should respond to this requirement for preachers. Beyond that, we are alert to the social context most preachers among us share. That context is variously marked by an erosion of pastoral authority, a loss of institu­ tional credibility, the force of ideologies that sound true but are in fact inimical to the Gospel, and the seduction of the mantra “spiritual but not religious,” all reinforced by the losses dictated by the pandemic. The convergence of these several factors makes preaching a most demanding exercise. Indeed, give or take a bit, one could imagine that very many preachers can readily identify with Paul’s lyrical self-description: “We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair, persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed” (II Cor. 4:8-9). A convergence of the social realities mentioned above can indeed cause a preacher to be afflicted, perplexed, persecuted, and struck down. Every preacher lives with such social realities in the process of sermon preparation and delivery. But of course what strikes one most forcefully in Paul’s statement is the resolve and reality beyond these negations. Given all of that with none of it denied or sugarcoated, Paul nonethe­ less is not crushed, not driven to despair, not forsaken, not destroyed. It is that series of refusals (“not, not, not, not”) that carries the day. What makes that great refusal possible, for Paul and for many of our readers, is the deep conviction that this ex­ traordinary power belongs to God and does not come from us (v. 7). Such preachers, like Paul, are “always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be made visible in our bodies” (v. 10). The risks and dangers are instanced by social context; the assurances on which we rely lie beyond social reality and yield an unaccommodating vocation. That is my sense of our readership, a company of called, convicted, determined folk. In various precarious social circumstances, they fall back on that “extraordinary power” that is on offer for those with eyes to see and hearts to receive. Given that shared circumstance of our readers, I reckon that the Journal can serve such preacher-readers in two ways. First, our pages offer a rich attentiveness to fresh angles and images. Beyond that, second, the preacher-writers and preacher-readers of the Journal constitute a goodly band of sisters and brothers who, through a variety of connections, constitute a collegium who can say “We share our mutual woes, our mutual burdens bear” {Glory to God, 306). It is my hope and assumption that the Journal functions as a tool for solidarity so that our preacher-readers are not alone in facing affliction, perplexity, persecution, and being struck down, but belong to a company that knows, in solidarity, about that “extraordinary power that belongs to God.” At our most subversive risk-taking for the sake of the Gospel, it matters that we belong, together, to that great cloud of witnesses who “run with perseverance the race that is set before us” (Hebrews 12:1-2). It is my hope and expectation that on both counts, as a source for fresh thinking


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    and as means of collegial solidarity, the Journal may support the faithful preaching of the church. At our best, we may hope that our preaching is fully marked, as it is at the end reported of Paul. He was “proclaiming the kingdom of God and teaching about the Lord Jesus Christ with all boldness and without hindrance” (Acts 28:31). I love that final phrase in the Book of Acts, “without hindrance.” Who knew? Who knew as we read of the several tribulations of Paul in the Book of Acts or in his own epistles? Who knew that in spite of such risk and danger (II Cor. 11:25-28!), he would persist and end up “without hindrance”? This narrative in the Book of Acts is a summary report of a preacher who did not waver or give up in the face of deep challenge. The names of preachers who go on “without hindrance” is “Legion.” Happily, many of these are among our readers!

    V In retrospect, I am grateful on all counts for my time with the Journal’.

    ■ Pleased to have an opportunity to write and to be published in the Journal’,

    ■ Glad to have interacted with the celebrity preachers who occupy our pages; ■ Rewarded by my contact with the company of on-the-job preacher-writers, and

    ■ Encouraged by the host of our readers who do the day-to-day work of pastoral ministry.

    Beyond all of that, however, the best and most singular blessing for me over this period of time has been my engagement with Erskine Clarke, with a chance to observe his work up close. The Journal is an outcome of Erskine’s imaginative will to support and encourage pastors, the product of his patient tenacity that has not only sustained the Journal, but has maintained the very high standards that he intended at the out­ set. There has been, to be sure, an important supporting cast of writers, editors, and nearly invisible staff to maintain the Journal. But it is Erskine who single-handedly has provided the energy and resolve for these many years of quality publication. It strikes me, as I am informed by Paul’s Easter lyric, that Erskine is exactly an “Easter guy.” As every reader will know, Paul concludes his moving Easter doxology in his characteristic way, with an ethical imperative that arises from the news: “Therefore, my beloved, be steadfast, immovable, always excelling in the work of the Lord, because you know that in the Lord our labor is not in vain” (I Cor.l5:58). The marks of those who receive the new reality of Easter are to be steadfast, immovable, excelling in the work of the Lord. Over the years of the Journal, Erskine has been relentlessly steadfast in his vision for the Journal. And once he has set his course, he is indeed immovable. As for the “work of the Lord,” he and Nan do many things to contribute to the wellbeing of the neighborhood. But I reckon that Erskine’s primary “work of the Lord” in which he excels is to be a truth-teller through his singular historical research. He has not let us escape from the deep reality of injustice that occupies our common past. Such truth-telling is hard work, and Erskine has stayed at it through the many volumes of research and narration. Paul assures that such good work is “not in vain.” For sure Erskine’s truth-telling work has not been in vain. Nor has his deep investment in the Journal been in vain, for it has over this long run given support, encouragement, guidance, and sustenance for the faithful preaching of the Word.


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    I finish then with my great thanks to Erskine for his generous friendship and reliable colleagueship. On behalf of our many readers, moreover, I voice our common thanks for the work of the Journal that has been Erskine’s great work that at its best has been “the work of the Lord.”

  • What I hear you saying is that the role of the preacher has changed from being the team’s star player to being a coach

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    What I hear you saying is that the role of the preacher

    has changed from being the team’s star player

    to being a coach.

    Thomas Daniel

    Covenant Presbyterian Church, Austin, Texas

    This comment was made by a friend of mine who is not a pastor, during a conver­ sation we were having about our vocations. The two of us had not seen one another since before the pandemic, and it was wonderful to share a meal and catch up on our lives. As I updated him on my sense of the changing nature of the Church and vocational ministry, the above quote was his response. In one sentence he captured something I believe is critical for every preacher to consider. And the impact, if true, is profound. For much of the history of the Church in this country, there have been a great many assumptions that come from the legacy of Christendom. One of the most fun­ damental is best understood from the movie Field of Dreams, when Ray Kinsella is told “If you build it, they will come.” For centuries, congregations in this country essentially knew that if they opened their doors with a clean building, good preaching, engaging music, and a viable children’s ministry, people would come. We never had to tell people why they should come, only how we were different (and better) than the other denomination or congregation down the street. In this understanding of Church, the preacher was often seen as the star player on the team. The entire team was important, for sure, but nobody received as much focus during the Sunday gatherings as the preachers. They were given more time and more authority than anyone else. If the Church was growing, then the preacher was celebrated. If not, the preacher was blamed. Preachers in the same town were com­ pared to one another, and we often compared ourselves to one another in the exact same manner: “How many folks are worshiping with you all these days?” we ask at our denominational gatherings. The idea of the preacher being the star player would rarely be said aloud, and we ought to regret it ever came into being, but implicitly everyone in the congregation, staff, and leadership understood this was the case. As we are all aware, however, things have been rapidly changing when it comes to the place and role of the Church in North America. No longer are large numbers of people, especially under the age of 40, waking up on Sunday morning and attending worship services at a local congregation. Our competition is no longer the church across town, but rather the gym, coffee shop, and youth soccer league. We have lost our privileged position within the American landscape. The change was captured by a friend of mine who is the Senior Pastor of a historic congregation in a southern city. For decades in her city, she said, the candidates for mayor all wanted to appear before her congregation during an election to be seen as a good and decent people that voters could trust in office. In the most recent election, however, a member of her congregation was running for mayor and did not want to be publicly associated with a church, fearing it could cost the election. This change has taken place in a very short period of time, and churches have


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    largely not known how to respond. Nowhere has the resulting pressure been more intense than on the star player, the primary preaching pastor. If anyone is supposed to carry the team in tough times, it is your star player, the person who comes through when everyone else is in a slump. In trying to come up with a winning play, preachers have turned to all kinds of tricks: preaching in thematic series to be relevant, using visuals and multi-media to communicate more effectively, not wearing robes in order to be more relatable. Despite the heroic efforts of many preachers, however, the trends of decline and despair have only accelerated. Preachers feel more discouraged and burned out, and are considering leaving the ministry at record levels. This is why my friend’s comments at dinner proved so insightful to me. In our traditional model of Church, where people are coming on Sunday morning to hear the sermon, the star player can be the center of attention each week and make an impact. However, nobody cares how good the star players are when they are alone in the gym. It is not that their talent has diminished. It is not that they are no longer called. Rather the circumstances around them have been altered and, perhaps, they need to see themselves as coaches more than star players, coaches whose primary role is to encourage and equip the actual players to be effective and impactful in the game. And the game is not played on the church campus any longer. Rather the church campus is the locker room, and each week it serves to equip our players and send them back out to the playing field. For decades, missiologists like Lesslie Newbigin, David Bosch, and Darrell Guder have been writing about this sea change. The Church must not see itself as the destination, the point of things, but rather as a sending agency to love and witness to the society around it. The former president of Columbia Theological Seminary, Steve Hayner, said it this way, “The Church is the airport not the destination. Nobody flies to LAX for the airport, but without LAX, Los Angeles will not thrive.” In this new intersection of the Gospel and Culture, the preacher has a critically important role, but it is no longer to be the star player, but rather to be the coach. I played basketball in high school but was not very good and sat on the bench unless our team was winning or losing by 30 points. I was the “hustle player” who the crowd would cheer, for when I entered the game, it meant that the final results were no lon­ ger in doubt. Therefore, in sports, I don’t know what it feels like to be a star player, but I have a pretty good idea of what makes an effective coach, because I was sitting near our coach for most of every game. I would suggest that there are three primary duties for a coach that might directly apply to how preachers think of themselves in our current context. They are as follows:

    1. Develop a philosophy of ministry that is supported by and informs every sermon. 2. Offer specific plans that teach each member of the team how to succeed. 3. Set a culture of pursuing and encouraging the team.

    I want to look at specifics for each of these examples that can inform the goal and practice of preaching a weekly sermon.


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    Develop a philosophy of ministry that is supported by and informs every sermon First, I believe a sermon can no longer stand alone but must be one part of a clear, explicit, overall philosophy of ministry that can only be experienced when living in congregational community. Whenever new coaches are hired for a team, the most important question they are immediately asked is what style of play they will utilize. In basketball, for example, will the coach incorporate a man-to-man defense or a zone? Will the coach encourage players to shoot quickly and hope for a high scoring game, or deliberately use the clock to slow the game down and make it a defensive affair? Max Depree once said, “The first responsibility of a leader is to define real­ ity.” This is what the coach brings to the team. I believe that in a similar way, before a weekly sermon is preached, the preaching pastor must work with other staff and lay leaders to define a clear philosophy of ministry for the congregation that each individual sermon seeks to connect with. Many preachers were not trained for this, because as the star player, if we preached a great sermon, that would be “enough,” and the congregation would be glad they showed up on Sunday morning and plan to return again in the future. In that case, the sermon could stand alone and have a tremendous impact. It is critical to understand that this can no longer be the case, as modern technology allows good content to be found with the click of a button. You no longer have to wake up on Sunday morning, much less get dressed up, to find great content, as people can view a YouTube video on their couch and receive the exact same information and exegesis. Therefore, what a coach can uniquely offer is a sermon that is one part of an overall philosophy of formation for people to live in their life together. Think about it in another way: coaches are not able to simply focus on one play or series at a time. Coaches understand that each play is part of a greater whole. Coaches can’t lose games but declare victory because a certain play worked well. The COVID-19 pandemic has exposed a long-standing issue in American Churches that serious biblical formation of individuals, to live a life of missionai calling, has been inconsistent at best. We have reduced “Discipleship Departments” to 50 min­ utes Sunday School classes where people are given increasing amounts of academic information that resides between their ears. To be clear, I am a Presbyterian pastor, and therefore a love of academics and learning is part of my DNA. However, hearing a lecture once a week is not the primary way Jesus formed people, and it can’t be how we primarily form women and men either. This is why sermons should not exist as an entity to themselves. Rather the primary job of a pastor is the articulation, and alignment, of the congregation with an overall philosophy of formation. The sermon is one tool in our toolbox for the formation of people, but unless it is connected to something larger than itself, the impact of a single sermon is limited. In my church, for example, we worked to craft an overall Vision Statement that is simple, easy to remember, and captures the values of what we believe God is calling us to do in the world. We say that Covenant Presbyterian Church is “encouraging one another to follow Jesus wherever we live, work, and play.” If a sermon does not specifically empower people to live out this vision, then it is not going to be very effective regardless of how much exegesis it contains or what poignant sermon illus­ tration might make people misty eyed. And it is not just the sermon that has a specific purpose, but we need to be investing in forming people for their missionai calling that is greater than what we have known in the past. Covenant is very explicit that


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    we are shaped to live out our vision by the building of three habits in our individual and communal life as a church. These habits are “solitude,” “community,” and “ser­ vice,” and each of our people must practice each habit. They are each one leg of a three-legged stool for Covenant, and if any leg is removed, the stool cannot stand. Our Discipleship is about the encouragement of each of these three habits, and that is where our institutional willpower and resources are focused. Missionai formation can’t be a department in the Church, but it must be the explicit work of the entire church. The sermon’s primary value lies in how it articulates and empowers people to live into this greater vision. One of the objections that I sometimes hear to what I am saying is that these types of sermons will not be very friendly to visitors and newcomers. Again, in our traditional models of Church, where the preacher is star player, there was a sense that worship was the “front porch” for people to learn about and consider joining a congregation. While “seeker churches” were an extreme iteration of this thinking, most churches have traditionally seen Sunday morning as the time to engage new people and get them information about joining the Church. Therefore, a sermon that is more about coaching will not have the desired impact of appealing to visitors. Again, however, we need to remember that the context has dramatically changed around us and Sunday morning worship may now be the final step of integrating people into a congregation. Indeed, at Covenant, we have found that many of our new members have already participated in small groups and mission projects in the city long before setting foot on our campus. They have experienced the greater framework for formation that has been articulated, and therefore when a sermon points to the values we are called to embody in this world, we are putting words to what has already drawn them into our orbit. I continue to believe that the first thing a preacher must focus on is how each sermon is explicitly connected with a larger, and clear, philosophy of formation.

    Offer specific plans that teach each member of the team how to succeed Second, a preacher as coach model needs to give specific instructions for the play­ ers to succeed in a particular moment. A coach will not be successful who simply tells players to run around and try their best. Rather the preacher needs to know the gifts and passions of players and help them find specific ways to succeed. Among other things, a sermon should invite specific responses from the congregation, a specific question to consider, or a specific step to take. We don’t want to leave it up to the players to do whatever they want but rather offer clear expectations of how to move forward in the game. I often think of this step as creating clear onramps into the life of the community. For example, we don’t simply encourage people to live in community (one of our three habits), but we have several times of the year when we specifically invite people to join our small group ministry and to discover a small community of people to pray with and walk with in life. On these Sundays the focus of the sermon is to push people towards this specific decision. And this is just one example. When approaching the idea of Stewardship, and pledging to our budget, we don’t just talk about what it means to be a good steward, but one year, during a sermon, we gave several congregants $100 in cash and told them to use it over the course of the next seven days. The fol­ lowing Sunday, in the sermon, we heard how they spent the money and listened as they described the pressure of using the church’s money wisely since they knew they


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    were going to have to report back to the congregation. This allowed us to encour­ age everyone else to think about how to adopt a similar approach in their financial stewardship. The specific action enhances what it means to say it is not “our money” and to consider what biblical stewardship is really all about. Finally, we have talked often about the importance of being a congregation that shows grace to one another and others in the midst of the incredible political and moral divisions in our society. Once again it is not enough just to say it, but rather it is imperative to create specific action steps for people to live out this value. We have therefore hosted lectures and round table discussions to dive into our differences in ways that allow us to show grace and compassion to one another rather than simply existing on one side of the American political spectrum or the other. These conversations are risky and can get contentious, but if we don’t embody our teaching, our people will probably struggle to do the same on their own. These are just some examples that I believe a preacher as coach needs to consider. Again, the ultimate goal is for our congregants to live out their faith seven days a week. They are sent to be witnesses to the love of God where they live, work, and play, and the preacher needs to put them in positions to effectively live this out. Ser­ mon illustrations that focus on the institution and the work of the institution are not the work of the coach. That is the mindset of the laity supporting the star player and the team. Rather we exist to support and encourage the people in their daily lives. C.S. Lewis once described joy as “the presence of purpose,” and that is what I want for our people. The sermon must equip and encourage them with specific actions to live as God’s witnesses of love and grace outside of the walls of the Church.

    Set a culture of pursuing and encouraging the team Finally, a coach needs to be an active and encouraging presence in the lives of the players. It is a tremendous change, not just for our preachers, but for our laity to realize that they are the players that are called to bear fruit and impact the world. To understand you have a calling is joyous, but it can also be challenging and difficult. People may hear the call to live in community, join a small group, and find that the group will fail to mesh and eventually fall apart. People will seek to witness to the love of God by showing grace and forgiveness to their neighbors only to have this goodness taken advantage of. They will work for justice in our society and see places where desired change never materializes and is devoured by the status quo. Preach­ ers need to be available for the people of God to process what they are learning and experiencing in the game of life. In the Gospels we see over and over again that Je­ sus sends the disciples as his witnesses throughout Galilee but is always waiting for their return and their processing of what took place on their journeys. We see that he celebrates with them in their successes and shapes them in their disappointments. Among many implications for the modern preacher is the idea that we need to create margin in our calendars for our people to come back and reflect with us on their experiences. In doing so we can encourage them to continue on the journey, but we can also learn from them. Indeed, their journeys can shape us and our preaching as we go forward in the future. The fact is that as vocational clergy, the majority of us are not experts on what it means to be a Christian who is sent as a lawyer, accountant, or teacher. We should not assume our expertise in these areas but ought to learn from their experiences and insight in order to shape our sermons in the future.


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    When you stop and think about it, this will require a major adjustment for preachers in terms of how we think of our time outside of Sundays. In our traditional paradigm of Church, we were the ones who were usually pursued by the congregation. Everyone wants to be around the star player. They have people pulling at them for their time, attention, and input. Like you, there have been times when I felt like my calendar was dominated by certain people in the congregation seeking to find time with me. And those conversations were usually centered on the life of the church itself. They centered around our policies, attitudes toward the denomination, or plans for our youth ministry. A good coach, however, is not someone who only waits for players to come, but much more often the coach is the one pursuing the players. What would it mean if we built time into our calendar to pursue our people for lunches or coffees? And what if it was not only so that we could answer their questions about our congregations /denominations, but we might ask strategic questions to them? What are they learning about following Jesus as part of our congregation? What are their questions or struggles about living out their faith throughout the week? What does it mean to be a person of faith who is managing a team in their work setting? What are their hopes as Christians, and what are their questions about the intersection of faith and work? To listen to their reflections and see these discussions as a key component to our sermon preparation would make us far more effective coaches to the team. We are in the midst of a tremendous change when it comes to what it means to be the Church in America. Our culture is rapidly changing, and the Church, as it has always done throughout history, must change with it in order to serve as effective witnesses to the love and grace of Jesus Christ in the world around us. Preachers will be key leaders to help discern the changing landscape and discern the path ahead. What my friend helped me to see is that the approach to preaching must be more like that of a coach than of the star player. This is a change, but it is a critical one that we all might consider.