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  • Where faith and economics meet

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    One New Book for the Preacher

    Robert E. Dunham

    First Presbyterian

    Church, Covington,

    Georgia

    WHERE FAITH AND ECONOMICS MEET: A CHRISTIAN CRITIQUE, by David M. Beckmann. Augsburg Publishing House, Minneapolis, 1981. 154 pp. $5.95 paperback.

    One need not be a particularly astute observer of contemporary culture to recognize that economic problems are foremost among the concerns facing persons at every level of our society. Because the church is full, or sometimes halffull , of such persons, it seems fair to say that economic issues and questions deserve the attention of the church’s ministry. Aside from the obvious pastoral role of supporting people through difficult times, surely one of the important tasks of ministry in any economic climate is to help persons in the church to sense the integral relationship between personal faith and economic choices. David Beckmann has contributed a helpful and useful volume to this interpretive task. Beckmann is an economist with the World Bank in Washington, D.C. He brings to this book a background in economic inquiry shaped by education at Yale University and the London School of Economics and theological training from Christ Seminary in St. Louis. This brief volume is the product of his own struggle with the challenges, tensions, and ambiguities posed by his dual background and his ongoing efforts within the World Bank’s urban projects department to shape sound fiscal policies that respond to the needs of the world’s poor. Where Faith and Economics Meet succeeds at answering the query proposed in its title for several reasons. First, unlike some prior volumes on the subject, this book takes both economic realities and issues of faith seriously, giving fair treatment to ethical questions and, at the same time, avoiding simplistic analyses of economic postures. Beckmann addresses many of the complexities of world economic development, of fluctuating national and world markets, but within a well-defined and substantial theological and biblical framework. Second, he is able from the outset to demonstrate the intricate, though sometimes subtle, relationships between personal economic choices and the global economic effects of such choices. Personal decisions about work, about spending, about voting, Beckmann argues, do affect people beyond our communities; and he offers case examples to substantiate his claim. Perhaps more importantly, Beckmann is able to demonstrate the inherent fallacy of compartmentalizing life, of managing one’s economic affairs as if religious values were something entirely separate and unrelated. Third, at a practical level the book succeeds because Beckmann is appropriately appreciative and critical of all economic systems: appreciative of the contributions each has made to economic order and stability, yet critical of their distortions of basic biblical ideals. Finally, the volume succeeds because it offers clear and concise informa-


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    tion and because it offers sensible proposals and responsible strategies for addressing economic ills. Beckmann devotes the core of his book to the development of his thesis that Christian faith can and should be the motivation for what he calls an economics of “holy materialism.” The choice of terminology is perhaps somewhat misleading, in that it invites expectations of a Christian apologia for unfettered consumption; in fact, what Beckmann offers is a biblical perspective of what is right about biblical materialism in order to understand what is wrong with many of the idolatrous materialistic tendencies in today’s economic culture . In particular, he identifies and examines six Enlightenment ideals which, he suggests, are representatives of modern economic culture—this-worldliness, progress, reason, liberty, equality and fraternity—and the ways these values have served to foster economic growth. He acknowledges and traces the biblical roots of each of these values, but he also describes and critiques the historical distortion of the ideals which has led to the often valueless, acquisitive consumerism at the heart of modern Western economic culture. What is wrong with that culture, argues Beckmann, is that it has lost the moral pattern of the biblical economy and with it the prophetic convicton that history “swings on a moral hinge.” Over against such conditions Beckmann urges his readers toward a “holy materialism,” toward taking the same Enlightenment ideals and redefining them for the present time within their biblical context. He issues a call to an economics of trust and sharing rooted in the core of Christian experience, which is to say, in divine grace. It is the human relationship with God, established on the basis of grace, he argues, which gives these economic values, in their tempered and moderate Christian forms, legitimacy and power. He warns that the task of reshaping these values will be a difficult task, at least partially because of the tension one always encounters between economic reality and the grace of God. Beckmann reminds his readers that the economy is not “soft and gracious,” but he demonstrates clearly and convincingly the need for grace in economic decisions. He offers several economic policy recommendations based on such grace-considerations, and he defines model characteristics of individuals and congregations committed to bringing grace to economic choices. There is much in this book which makes it valuable to the preacher. There are quotable passages and helpful illustrations scattered throughout its pages. The Christian critique of the six Enlightenment ideals on which modern economic culture is founded suggests a helpful sermon series. Beckmann identifies obvious areas of conflict that deserve attention from the pulpit: the tension between God’s grace and economic reality, perhaps, or the split between “holy” this-worldliness and idolatrous materialism. But more important than any specific ideas it may generate is the stimulus this book provides for integrating one’s thought about faith and economics, and the useful correction it offers to simplistic analyses of economic issues and/or issues of faith.

  • The Prayers of the People: What’s a Pastor to Do?

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    The Prayers of the People: What’s a

    Pastor to Do?

    Joanna Adams

    Central Presbyterian Church, Atlanta, Georgia

    You surely heard the same death knells I did over the last decade or so—the ones being sounded over the liturgical life of the body of Christ. Dire diagnoses were pronounced from every side about the welfare of worship in the Reformed tradition. Some pointed out characteristics of stiffness and stuffiness and predicted a gradual demise due to irrelevance, a slow choking to death on tradition. Others looked with horror on fresh, uncontrollable outbreaks of innovation in preaching, music, and prayers and sensed (some even hoped for!) an imminent end to the public offering of worship by people of the Reformed faith. They were in error, of course; worship is, in fact, showing signs of revitalization all over everywhere. Liturgies are manifesting new life, and enduring traditions are being appreciated afresh for their vitality and strength. Paradoxically , those pessimistic prognosticators are partly responsible, for they forced the church to pay attention to liturgical life and to examine its mutually dependent and interrelated parts. As a result, you can sense fresh winds of the Spirit blowing, revealing new possibilities for the various elements of worship and new insight as to their meaning. Nowhere is the phenomenon more in evidence than in the Prayers of the People. Despite the confusion and inconsistencies that still persist regarding the purpose and place of intercessory prayer in public worship, the people of God continue to accept their responsibility to stand “before the Lord in behalf of all people. Our cries for help . . . are never for ourselves alone. Worship is no retreat from the world; it is part of our mission.”1 Public prayer on behalf of others is not only an absolutely essential element in the liturgical life of the church, it is as valid an indicator as I know for determining the spiritual health of any particular body of Christ. Prayers for God’s world are not an option; they are our unequivocal responsibility. I hasten to add, however, they are not an onerous duty but rather the precious privilege of God’s chosen people. What follows is one pastor’s reflections on the Prayers of the People. I share them in the hope that those among you who have weekly responsibility for leadership in services of worship will see fresh possibilities for public prayer as a means of grace during the Lenten season and throughout the liturgical year.

    WHY DO WE PRAY THE PRAYERS OF THE PEOPLE?

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    prayer which is intercessory in nature—offered on behalf of others—and supplicatory and petitionary in style. It is sometimes labeled the “pastoral prayer.” A child in my church calls it the “long prayer”! We do not pray primarily because of ourselves. We are in error if we assume our concern for others originates from some sort of inherently altruistic attitude or from an inborn inclination to care. Prayer, as with all the other elements of worship, is based primarily on our understanding of God, who is revealed in Jesus Christ as being completely trustworthy, absolutely involved with and in the world, responsive to the needs of its inhabitants; the God we see in Jesus Christ is the One who “is not deaf, [God] listens; more than that, [God] acts.”2 The Prayers of the People, if they are faithful, are never self-centered. They are God-centered, grounded in God’s faithfulness rather than our own. We dare to ask for mercy for the world because God first dared to act mercifully toward the world. The Prayers of the People are not our trying to get our way with God, our making up a wish list of benefits and blessings for various individuals, groups, and causes; it is an offering of evidence of our confidence that Almighty God continues to care, to show compassion, confidence that the world has not been and never will be God-forsaken. The Prayers of the People are their response to God’s revelation. Yet, they are also more than offerings of evidence of our confidence in God who once acted on behalf of the world. They are authentic askings which expect answers, which anticipate God’s continuing to show mercy, continuing to alter the course of history, to “tilt the earth” toward justice and to fill it with gracious love. As George Buttrick puts it, they are prayers which ask God to change things,3 because we believe that God can and will be responsive to the needs of creation and that God’s power is stronger than any other force in all creation. Finally, we dare to pray our often puny-sounding, seemingly superficial prayers because we trust that the wisdom of God is greater than any other wisdom. God knows our need better than we; we are confident that God will correct the errors we have made in asking:

    We must still “cry out,” when the weaving of the tapestry of life’s terror and triumph seems to cut across our fondest hopes, for we are still creatures and defenseless. Then God sometimes denies: all . . . must die at last. But God sometimes grants the prayer because we offer it, guiding us through the answered prayer. Thus God enlists our prayers, together with our thought and labor. But as in closer and closer friendship we watch [God’s] weaving, our very petitions are redeemed, and we exclaim: “All Thy ways are mercy. In Thy will is our peace. Not my will, but Thine be done.”4

    WHOSE PRAYERS ARE THEY, ANYWAY?

    “Liturgy means ‘work of the people,’ but too often in the past, the liturgy gave the impression that it was the work of the pastor.”5 Confusion abounds,


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    and rivalry reigns when it comes to determining ultimate ownership of the Prayers of the People. Sanctuaries resound Sunday after Sunday with ministerial monologues, to which the congregation is invited to tune in. (I believe many pastors would be appalled if they knew just how many worshippers simply turned them off!) The pastoral prayer becomes the pastor’s prayer, the people being made privy to the pastor’s private concerns as they are vocalized over their heads. There are several ways to clear up the confusion as to ownership of the prayer. One is to re-examine the form of the prayer. Litanies (with spoken parts by leader and people), bidding prayers with a moment of silent response, even sentence prayers (how well we remember them from Sunday School days!) are options. If the prayer is not always prayed by the pastor alone, the people can come to feel a greater sense of ownership. Nevertheless, the traditional form is what most pastors and most parishoners usually experience in worship. How can the traditional pastoral prayer gather up the concerns of the pastor without excluding the people? The tendency is to attempt to solve the problem by creating even worse ones. The pastor, out of a desire not to leave them out, prays to the people rather than to God. The Almighty becomes the eaves-dropper, as the pastor informs the people as to what the nature and focus of their concerns ought to be. Sometimes with a velvet glove, sometimes with a sledge hammer, the pastor ‘s object is to get the people’s attention, or, the goal can be to evoke guilt, to make a good impression (“My, how pretty the pastor’s prayer was today!”), rather than to petition God on behalf of this love-starved, war-torn, hate-riddled world that so desperately needs the faithful prayers of God’s people. The other tendency is for the pastor to resort to some sort of prayer style which will be a collection of individual petitions: an “each in his own heart, each in his own way” sort of thing. Certainly there is a place for private prayer in public worship, but it can never occupy a primary place:

    In corporate worship it is the congregation that prays. Public prayer, rightly understood, is not the sum-total of individual prayers; nor is it the passive attention to the minister’s private prayer; it is common prayer, the prayer of the People of God. It is the minister’s duty and privilege, not j u s t . . . to pray, but to lead a corporate act of prayer. [The] purpose is the same, whether [the minister] uses a set form or prays . . . ex tempore: [The minister] offers, on behalf of [the] people, the prayers of the whole congregation.6

    What’s a pastor to do? It is imperative to pray with theological integrity, to ground every word and every asking in what the pastor knows about the nature of the One to whom you will be praying on behalf of the people. Then, in lifting up the needs of the world, the yearnings of its inhabitants to be made whole, to be set free, to have hope, the pastor prays with integrity, confident not only in the efficacy of prayer but also in the willingness of God to answer the prayer.


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    WHEN DO WE PRAY?

    A great many pastors like to get the praying over with so that the service of worship can conclude on a climactic crescendo of sermon and closing hymn. Yet, if worship can be understood as a drama in which all parts are interrelated , perhaps the place of the Prayers of the People needs to be reconsidered. If the heartbeat of Christian faith is always in the rhythm of God’s revelation and our response, then when the people pray is more than a question of custom or convenience or the preacher’s wanting to have the last word. It matters. In The Worshipbook Service for the Lord’s Day, the Prayers of the People follow the sermon and the creed. Interestingly, that positioning is not an innovation at all; rather, it is in accord with reformed tradition:

    Often the intercessions will come most appropriately after minds have been kindled, visions broadened, and sympathies stirred by the preaching of the Gospel.7

    The place of the prayer has to do with revelation and repsonse: revelation —the Word preached and read from the Scripture; then, the response—the people offering their prayers of intercession and petition. The Word becomes real for the people as the prayer relates the Word to real-life situations. It becomes incarnate in the midst of the human predicament. My own pattern in preparing myself to lead the Prayers of the People, if I am not preaching, is to consult with my colleague who is to deliver the sermon and discuss his exegesis of the text and the direction he is being led in his exposition. Then, I study the texts myself. If I am preaching, I always make myself conscious of prayer and preaching as two components of one process —revelation and response. Rarely, if ever, do I find myself wondering what to pray for on Sunday. If there is a sermon to be preached, there is always a prayer to be prayed. We are surely free to pray the Prayers of the People whenever we choose. Yet, how graceful our prayers can be when they flow in the rhythm of revelation and repsonse!

    WHAT’S THE ROLE OF THE SPIRIT IN THE PRAYERS OF THE PEOPLE?

    “Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with sighs too deep for words” (Romans 8:26). The people of God and those set apart to lead them in the worship of God can hear no better news than this. We do not have to rely only on ourselves and our own resources. The Spirit is at work in us and in our prayers. On that, we can always rely. Herein, however, lies a great source of confusion. What happens is this: often human spontaneity is equated with Holy Spirit, and prayers prepared ahead of time are considered by some to be less faithful or less efficacious than those that burst forth on the spur of the moment. Surely it is true that non-spontaneous prayer can be lifeless and flat; but prayers improvised on the spot are subject to equally serious problems.


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    Who has not been subjected to spontaneous praying in a worship service in which the pray-er went round and round in a circle of shallow concern, subjecting the whole congregation to whatever happened to be his or her whim of the moment? The truth is, of course, that the Spirit can and does work in the process of preparation for the prayer as well as at the time of publicly offering it. Nevertheless, the fruits of the Spirit almost always spring forth more readily when groundwork has been done ahead of time: “To count upon the earthquake , wind and fire in the pulpit may be to miss the still small voice in the study.”8

    HOW DO WE PRAY? Finally, I offer for what they are worth, some practical suggestions for the pastor who leads the Prayers of the People:

    — Consider using varied and more innovative forms that will directly involve the people, remembering all the while, that the purpose of any part of a service of worship is to enable the people to worship God. (Don’t, in your desire to be “with it,” leave the people out!) — Consider shorter prayers. Three or four minute prayers are more conducive to worshipful attitudes on the part of your parishoners than five or six minute prayers. (In other words, try to avoid getting carried away with the sound of your own voice!) — Always be open to the guidance of the Spirit as you prepare and as you pray. Be willing to change directions, particularly in the pulpit, if you feel youself being led to do so. — Read other people’s prayers devotionally. I have found the prayers of Michael Quoist and Henri Nouwen personally enriching and helpful in putting me in a prayerful mood as I prepare to write prayers. — Use evocative imagery in the Prayers of the People; avoid abstractions. Make your prayers as sensual and specific as you can. — Use active verbs and non-passive tenses. (Our faith is not in a passive God.) — Outlaw “Let us” forever from your prayer phraseology; ask God directly! — Do not tell God things as if God needs to be informed. (“O Lord, you know . . . .) — Pray personally, aware that you are communicating within a faith relationship of love and trust, for the God to whom you are praying is not a distant object or a free-floating essence but the gracious One who has promised personal involvement. — Pray regularly. — Perhaps it would not hurt any of us to take a course on prayer, but I have found that the best way to learn to pray is by praying. Finally, remember that you are yourself a member of the household of God, a part of the community of faith. Do not set yourself apart, but invite yourself in. Be with the people. Pray with the people. Communion with God


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    and communion with God’s people are inextricably linked together. That truth is clearly made manifest in the Prayers of the People.

    In churches characterized by liturgical innovation, in churches with tradi­ tional ways of worship, no matter what the style of the congregation, the Prayers of the People are always relevant; indeed, they are essential. They can no more be excised from modern liturgy than can the living body of Christ be removed from the modern world, a world more desperately in need of the grace of God than ever. Martin Luther wrote in the sixteenth century:

    For we know that our defense lies in prayer alone. We are too weak to resist the Devil and his vassals. Let us hold fast to the weapons of the Christian; they enable us to combat the Devil. For what has carried off these great victories over the undertakings of our enemies which the Devil has used to put us in subjection, if not the prayers of certain pious people who rose up as a rampart to protect us? Our enemies may mock at us. But we shall oppose both them and the Devil if we maintain ourselves in prayer and if we persist in it. For we know that when a Christian prays in this way: “Dear Father, thy will be done,” God replies . . ., “Dear child, yes, it shall be done in spite of the Devil and of the whole world.” 9

    It can be the same with us, today. Let the people and their pastors say AMENI

    1 From “A Declaration of Faith” in The Proposed Book of Confessions of the Presbyterian Church in the United States together with related documents (Atlanta: Materials Distribution Service, 1976), pp.165-166. 2 Karl Barth, Prayer, According to the Catechisms of the Reformation (Philadelphia: The Westminster Press, 1952), p.21. 3 George Arthur Buttrick, Prayer (Nashville: Abingdon Press, 1942), p.79.

    4 Ibid, p.107.

    6 Philip H. Pfatteicher and Carlos R. Messerli, Manual on the Liturgy: Lutheran Book of

    Worship (Minneapolis: Augsburg Publishing House, 1979), p.9. β Raymond Abba, Principles of Christian Worship, with Special Reference to the Free Churches (New York and London: Oxford University Press, 1966), p. 87. 7 From John Huxtable, John Marsh, Romilly Micklem and James Todd, A Book of Public

    Worship, Introduction, p.xiv, as cited in Abba, p. 103. 8 Abba, p. 116.

    9 Barth, pp.9-10.

  • Not Doubt But Unbelief

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    Not Doubt But Unbelief

    by W. Guy Delaney

    Pastor, Trinity Presbyterian Church, Arlington, Virginia

    Moments of great faith may also be moments of great doubt. One locus classicus for this coincidence of presumed opposites is John 20:24-25. It is the passage in which Thomas hears from the other disciples about the risen Lord. Thomas doubts, or at least that is what we have always been told, and lays down in no uncertain terms the conditions that must be met before he is willing to believe that Jesus is alive: “Unless I see in his hands the print of the nails, and place my hand in his side, I will not believe.” What could be more emphatic? The question though is not so much one of intensity as one of content . Do Thomas’ words express doubt or unbelief?

    THE ISSUE OF UNBELIEF Doubt, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, is “the state of uncertainty with regard to the truth or reality of anything.” Doubt is what occupied Fyodor Dostoyevsky who in a letter to a friend wrote: “The chief problem dealt with throughout this particular work (The Brothers Karamazov) is the very one which has, my whole life long, tormented my conscious and subconscious being: The question of the existence of God.” Unbelief, on the other hand, is more settled than doubt. It is more certain. It is the attitude or state of mind of one who does not believe. This distinction is necessary for a right understanding of doubt and unbelief , and for a correct reading of John 20:24-25. When we read on beyond verse 25, it becomes evident that it is not doubt but unbelief that is at stake in the climatic moment of the Gospel of John for in verse 27 Jesus put the issue right on the line by saying to Thomas, “Do not be unbelieving, but believing.” The one thing we see in the Gospel of John, perhaps more clearly than any other place in Scripture, is a movement from unbelief to belief, and what is helpful to note is that this movement is not always immediate but often takes time. This is a very important feature of the Gospel of John, and we see it most clearly in Nicodemus who came to Jesus by night to make inquiry, who later made a defense of Jesus on the basis of Old Testament law, and who finally provided a mixture of myrrh and aloes for the embalming of Jesus’ body. Of course, we cannot be sure that Nicodemus ever came to believe in Jesus Christ or, so to say, was “reborn.” That the final outcome of Nicodemus’ belief is left unresolved is itself a form of good news because it allows the Gospel to close without closing the door completely on the unbeliever. This assures us that the purpose of the Gospel remains relevant and pastoral for those inside and outside the Church: namely, “that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that believing you may have life in his name”


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    (20:31). We see something of this same movement from unbelief to belief among the Twelve. John used the title “twelve” for the disciples surprisingly infrequently , and on the two occasions, when he did use it, what was at stake was unbelief. “Will you also go away?” climaxed the first crisis when “many of his disciples drew back and no longer went about with him” (6:66f); the second crisis arose when, in response to the witness of those who had seen the risen Lord, Thomas said, “Unless I see in his hands the print of the nails, and place my hand in his side, I will not believe” (20:25). On the first occasion, Judas failed the test of true belief: “Did I not choose you the twelve, and one of you is a devil?” (6:70); and on the second, Thomas made the confession that climaxes the Gospel of John: “My Lord and my God” (20:28). The point is that doubt really is not the issue in this final episode between Jesus and Thomas. What is overcome at the eleventh hour of the Gospel is not doubt but unbelief. The crucial question throughout the Gospel is not settled until the very end: will Thomas believe or not, and not only Thomas, but all of those who come after Thomas, even those who have not seen? There is a certain amount of irony at this point because it was Thomas who had earlier overstated his belief, before he knew the meaning of his own words. Lazarus had died, and Jesus had announced his intention to go to him. At that time Thomas said the right thing but so out of sequence that it had no real meaning: “Let us also go, that we may die with him” (11:16). All belief statements are not statements of belief. It was not doubt that kept Thomas from believing his own words. The form was present from the beginning but not the reality, the truth but not the consequences, the “Lord, Lord” (Matthew 7:21) but not the “My Lord and my God” (20:28). It is not doubt that the Fourth Evangelist seeks to dispel; it is unbelief.

    PRECISE THINKING AND PRECISE SPEAKING Too often in the church we make the mistake of not calling things by their right names, and we pay for this carelessness by vague, general, and too often confusing statements of our faith. We fall into slogans. We soak up cliches. We repeat without reflection. We take up dangerous words and make them perfectly harmless: “Let us also go, that we may die with him” (11:16). We are perhaps too accepting, too undoubting. When someone speaks to us of the “patience of Job,” how often does it occur to us that Job was not as patient as we make him sound and that such a statement actually misleads us. And the same is true when we say, “Doubting Thomas.” What we do is impose certain presuppositions upon every passage of Scripture involving Thomas. There may be some basis, as well as some truth, in our words that characterize others, but a great deal of the time they are merely labels that mislead and block understanding. We invariably give the impression of knowing more than we know. We fall victim to a kind of pretending. We plant images that cannot later be erased. Gerald Ford, for instance, tripped and fell while deplaning from Air Force One. Even though he was one of our most athletic presidents, he immediately acquired a reputation for being clumsy. Lyndon Johnson is


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    perhaps best remembered, aside from the escalation of the Vietnam War, as the crude President from Texas who showed the world the scar on his abdomen following his gall bladder surgery. Now are these things really worth remembering ? Do they tell us the essential things about these men, or do they divert our attention to insignificant matters? Many of the problems we preachers make for ourselves are as much a fault of our language as of our thinking. Our theology can be right and our diction wrong, and nothing is gained; in fact, a great deal may be lost. A case in point is the Christological controversy that arose in National Capital Union Presbytery about three years ago when Mansfield Kaseman was asked the question, “Is Jesus God?” Kaseman, a United Church of Christ Minister, was being examined for admission into presbytery so that he could serve as co-pastor of the Rockville United Church, an ecumenical parish established by the Presbyterian Church and the United Church of Christ. This controversy exists, to my way of thinking, because the Christology of those on both the side of the question and the side of the answer was inadequate and inadequately expressed. “Is Jesus God?” is not the way we traditionally ask questions about the person of Jesus Christ in Reformed theology. And if there are those who insist on asking the question in this way, the answer which Kaseman gave, “No. God is God,” is still irresponsibly inadequate. The church suffers for many reasons, but it suffers needlessly when we who preach either do not know what we are talking about or do not know how to express ourselves. How easy it is to forget that thinking and diction are inseparable, which is to say that our thinking can be no more effective than our word supply. Until we do a better job with our theology and with our language, front-page headlines will go on drawing adverse attention to the Presbyterian General Assemblies as in the Houston Chronicle on Sunday, May 24,1981: “IS JESUS GOD? Minister’s answer to question sets off controversy among Presbyterians.” Inevitably, churches will go on withdrawing from the denomination for the lack of a clearly articulated theology from those who lead.

    INCLUSION OF DOUBT WITHIN BELIEF Having said, then, that it is not doubt but unbelief that surrounds Thomas’ words, “Unless I see . . . and touch . . . I will not believe,” does not preclude a legitimate concern with doubt. In fact, doubt should be one of the main points we make. This is necessary for two reasons: first, most of us come to John 20:24-25 with the presupposition that doubt is the issue at stake. Not to meet people where they are is a serious mistake in some of our preaching. Second, one of the intentions of the sermon should be to move doubt from the category of unbelief to the category of belief, in other words, to give doubt a right-of-way, to allow it to be what it is: namely, an element of belief that cannot be avoided. The place to begin an understanding of doubt is to see it as a component of our finitude; to recognize “that the transcendent power belongs to God and not to us” (2 Corinthians 4:7); to acknowledge our human limitations; to be able to confess that “our knowledge is imperfect. . .,” that “for now we see in


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    a mirror dimly . . .,” and that “for now we know in part . . .” (1 Corinthians 13:9f). This is what we call “existential doubt.” It is the kind of doubt that grows out of our search for meaning. It exists because we exist. It can be denied , but it cannot be factored out of life. It is an element of uncertainty that cannot be removed but can only be accepted.1 Doubt performs an essential function for belief: it protects belief from arrogance . There are times when we are “too sure” of what we believe, “too sure” for our good and for the good of others. I am thinking of the seventeenthcentury writer who said, “I had rather see coming toward me a whole regiment with drawn swords, than one lone Calvinist convinced that he is doing the will of God.” The arrogance of belief almost always expresses itself in terms of selfrighteousness . It lets us forget our own human fallibility. The truth about us, that denial of doubt will not let us admit, is that we can never be absolutely certain that we are correct. “We” do, after all, “walk by faith, and not (like Thomas) by sight” (2 Corinthians 4:7). “Faith is (still) the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen” (Hebrews 11:1). To be sure, belief and faith are not identical, but one is involved in the other. And to pretend that we have more certainty than faith allows is positively harmful to all concerned. What we want to say under such circumstances , if we can say it tactfully, is what Oliver Cromwell said to two contentious groups of Scotsmen: “I beseech you, by the mercies of Christ, at least consider the possibility that you may be wrong.” Our faith is actually a surrender to self, rather than to Jesus Christ, when we allow it to move beyond the shadow of a doubt. The removal of doubt from our lives allows us to think more highly of ourselves than the facts justify. “We are men and women, and not God.” God is not so obvious as to remove all doubt. We cannot prove the existence of God, and so doubt remains. It cannot be shown irrefutably that Jesus rose from the dead, or that God was in Christ reconciling the world to himself, or that the child born at Bethlehem was “God with us.” If hope “sustains faith to the final goal, that it may not fail in midcourse, or even at the starting gate,”2 it is doubt that restrains faith and prevents it from becoming arrogantly overconfident . There is an assurance that leads to conviction, but this assurance never completely frees itself from the nagging questions of doubt. One thing we should remember is this: we do not necessarily help people when we try to remove the last vestige of doubt. Doubt may be more or less, but the goal of preaching should never be to eliminate it completely. Paul Tillich , in Theology of Culture, speaks directly to this point when he states that the object of communicating the gospel is to enable people genuinely to accept or reject it. Even so, the temptation for those of us who preach is to go on giving answers that are not ours to give. Part of this is our own vocational anxiety, but part of it is also our knowledge that those churches which are growing are the very ones in which there is the least amount of doubt. A great many people want to be certain about what they believe, and a great many churches are willing to accommodate that quest for certainty. Living as we do in a pluralistic society, there are always more questions than there are answers. One way to


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    satisfy the quest for certainty which many people bring to church on Sunday morning is to avoid the questions; another is to give answers that further bring about the surrender of freedom and responsibility.8 And this surrender of freedom and responsibility is without a doubt the most common way to avoid doubt. In that famous chapter “The Grand Inquisitor ” in Dostoyevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, this point is vivid. The story is set in Spain, during the period of the Inquisition and is the account of a conversation between the Grand Inquisitor and Jesus Christ. In the course of this conversation, the Grand Inquisitor accuses Christ of giving the people an unbearable burden: freedom. No gift, argues the Inquisitor , has been more insupportable for humanity than freedom. People prefer almost anything to freedom of thought, even death. And after struggling with the freedom which they did not want, the people finally found an escape: they turned their freedom over to the Church. And the Inquisitor concludes by saying matter-of-factly, “We have corrected Thy work and have founded it upon miracle, mystery, and authority. And men rejoiced that they were again led like sheep, and that the terrible gift (of freedom) that had brought them such suffering, was, at last, lifted from their hearts.”4 I was reminded of this story recently when, on “Entertainment Tonight,” Sally Fields was asked if she liked to live by rules. Her answer was a resounding “Yes,” and she went on to say that her problem with women’s liberation was that it had taken away from her many of the rules she lived by. The freedom of deciding for herself what was right was a burden. It was much easier when there were rules that helped her know when she was a “good girl.” There is a readiness in some people to believe what others say; a reluctance in others. Many factors are at play upon us: trust, fear, authority, acceptance , group pressure. In explaining “The Doubt of Thomas,” Frederick W. Robertson told his congregation at Trinity Chapel in Brighton, “There are some men whose affections are stronger than their understanding; they feel more than they think. They are simple, trustful, able to repose implicitly on what is told them. . . . There is another class of men whose reflective powers are stronger than their susceptibility; they think out truth—they do not feel it out.”5 In almost every church, there are both kinds of people—those who feel more deeply than they think and those who think more deeply than they feel. Both groups are apt to miss the role which doubt plays in the confirmation of faith. Those who preach should help their people struggle with doubt because the positive function which doubt performs is that it provides a built-in means by which faith is corrected. It keeps the tradition open and alive and does not allow faith to loose contact with contemporary life. The removal of doubt is really an illusion, and yet the illusion has its consequences: it closes the door on both the present and the future so that faith becomes fixed at some time and place in the past, allowing those in the present, freedom only to go on repeating what they have heard. “Doubt is overcome not by repression, but by courage. Courage does not deny that there is doubt, but it takes the doubt into itself as an expression of its own finitude and affirms the content of an ultimate concern. Courage does not need the safety of an unquestionable convic-


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    tion. It includes the risk without which no creative life is possible.

    TOWARD A SERMON FOR EASTERTIDE John 20:24-26 is part of a larger reading suggested for the second Sunday in Eastertide. A sermon preached from this text might begin with the words: “Thomas is not the man we think he is. Forget that you have ever heard him called “Doubting Thomas.” Doubt is not the issue surrounding the an­ nouncement of the resurrection. That is not where the Gospel of John has been leading us. The Gospel of John has been leading us, and all who read it, to ‘believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that believing we may have life in his name.’ This is the issue surrounding the announcement of the resurrection to Thomas by the other disciples. And Thomas’ response is not doubt but unbelief.” I would then state the central idea of the sermon: “Today’s sermon, com­ ing as it does the first Sunday after Easter, on what is ironically known as ‘low Sunday’ in the Christian tradition, is a plea for more doubt and less unbelief. This must sound to you like a contradiction in terms. Let me tell you what I mean.” The first point I would make is that doubt performs a positive contribu­ tion to faith and should not be discouraged or eliminated. There should be an openness to doubt. The reflections in this article may help show that doubt does not negate faith, that faith is negated only by unbelief. The second point I would make is that the appeal of the resurrection faith to Thomas and to all who come after him is “do not be unbelieving, but believ­ ing.” The victory of the resurrection is the victory over one thing and one thing only: unbelief. That victory yet has room for doubt. I would conclude the sermon by saying something like this: “It is not nec­ essarily doubt then that keeps people away from church in such large numbers (and this the first Sunday after Easter, but, of course, it could be any Sunday); it is unbelief. Doubt is faith’s built-in stimulus; unbelief is faith’s loss of mean­ ing. Easter came and went for Thomas, like it does for many others, and all Thomas had to say about it was “Unless I see . . . and touch . . . I will not believe.” It was not until “eight days later” that the resurrection was re-en­ acted in such a way that these words gave way to words that climax the gospel: “My Lord and my God.”

    1 Paul Tillich, Dynamics of Faith (New York: Harper and Brothers, 1958), p. 16.

    2 John T. McNeill, ed., Calvin: Institutes of the Christian Religion (Philadelphia: The West­

    minster Press, 1960), p. 590. 3 Paul Tillich, The Courage To Be (London and Glasgow: Collins, 1952), pp. 56-57.

    4 Fydor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (New York: New American Library, 1957),

    pp. 227-244. 5 Gilbert E. Doan, Jr., ed., The Preaching of F. W. Robertson (Philadelphia: Fortress Press,

    1964), pp. 181-182. β Tillich, Dynamics of Faith, op. cit., p. 101.

  • Perspectives on Death in the New Testament

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    Perspectives on Death in the New

    Testament

    by F. Harry Daniel

    First Presbyterian Church, Paducah, Kentucky

    “To lose a loved one is a natural part of living.”1

    “The powers of death have done their worst,

    But Christ their legions hath dispursed. . .

    From death’s dread sting thy servants free, . . .”2

    Here are two striking, contrasting views of death. On the one hand, to be human is to be limited by, among other things, death; but on the other hand, death is the final and greatest enemy. There is nothing “natural” about it. Doubtless in our own ministries we have struggled with the ambiguity of death. “Death was a merciful friend, it brought the pain to an end.” “Death is an intruder, it has destroyed everything. How are we going to survive now that she’s gone?” Is death natural or is it the result of human sin, of some great, terrible distortion of human existence? The answer to that perplexing issue ought not to be shaped by the either/or stance of the question. The answer is that death is both and more. Death not only refers to the termination of bodily functions, it may function as a symbol of a way of living that fails to produce fulfillment, a sense of completion, or an obedient relationship to God. The evaluation made of death varies from situation to situation. It may function positively or negatively. In each and every case Biblical resources can be brought to bear on the situation, but only if we are sensitive to the nuances with which death is treated in the Bible. There are, in fact, multiple views of death in both Testaments . That such is the case we take for granted with regard to the Old Testament . But the New Testament, too? Yes. There are multiple views of death in the New Testament. For Paul, it is the enemy par excellence (1 Cor. 15:54-57). And yet Jesus describes it as sleep (Mk 5:39), an idea which draws the laughter of ridicule. If this thesis is correct, then our use of New Testament texts requires exegetical precision lest we do violence to both the text and the situation in which we are attempting to speak a word. The subject of death is treated in a multiplicity of contexts in the New Testament. There are nuances of meaning which we must not overlook nor hasten to subsume under some, one overarching concept, i.e. Paul’s concept of death as the problem of human existence. That is not the New Testament perspective, as we shall attempt to demonstrate below. The richness of meaning exposed by such a process can only enrich our understanding of death itself , as symbol, power, or physical termination, and can lead us deeper into the resourcefulness of the New Testament in coping with and responding to the phenomenon.


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    TWO METHODOLOGICAL POINTS

    First, a word about critical presuppositions is necessary. We must respect the nature of the New Testament data which is of two types. There are explicit statements about death, assertions that explore the relationship between death and the good news of the gospel at a number of levels. A majority of these are found in the letters of Paul. Either the topic of death is the focus of attention or it plays a more limited but critical role in the development of a theological or christological point (i.e. I Cor. 15:21,22). There are texts which contain an implicit view of death, an assumption unstated, but upon which the text builds. A number of texts in the synoptic gospels fall in this category, (i.e. in Luke 23:43 the emphasis falls upon the forgiveness of sins, but a view of death is assumed).3 Second, there is no unitary Jewish view of death commonly accepted and assumed in the first century CE. That there is such a unified view is the faulty methodological assumption that lies behind the work of both Oscar Cullmann4 and Rudolph Bultmann.5 The latter asserts that there is no attempt in the New Testament to interpret death as a natural process and thus to neutralize it. Rather, death is set in total opposition to life. Such a position does justice to the Pauline view, but not to the other voices in the New Testament. The intertestamental period provided the New Testament with a number of articulated views of death, all basically Jewish. The wide spectrum of these views represents, among others, the Old Testament views adapted and modified to fit a multitude of contexts.6 The New Testament in turn represents but a selection among many such possibilities. To a description of those views and perspectives we now turn.

    PAUL

    For Paul death is the enemy, and not a part of the creator’s plan. As such it poses the major problem that the gospel addresses. According to Romans 5:12ff death is an intrusion, the result of human sin. As a consequence of and a punishment for sin, every created thing dies. Thus, death is portrayed a power which destroys everything and which has placed its mark upon life in this world. 1 Cor. 15 proclaims the defeat of the tyrant death by the resurrection of Jesus from the dead. What God created and pronounced good will be redeemed from the bondage of death (1 Cor. 15:22). That includes not only human beings but the creation itself (Rom. 8:19-22). Death, physical death, has to be faced by all, but it has lost its sting (1 Cor. 15:54ff). Thus, in Phil. 1:21-24 Paul can accept death but only because it has been conquered and because it leads into the full presence of Christ, transcending the transitory character of this life. However, Paul’s desire to die is checked by the opportunities for obedience and service in the present. The good news of the gospel is that those who are bound by death are not beyond the love and grace of God. The ultimacy of death is destroyed for those who through faith participate in the death of Christ. Why is death such a problem for Paul? Because the mere existence of


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    death suggests that the creator created a flawed world. Why would God create life and yet make it subject to death?7 Paul drawing on the story of the fall of humanity answers that the creator did not so create. Human beings are responsible through sin for death flawing God’s good creation (Rom. 5:18-19, 8:19-22). Is death the will of God? Paul answers with an unequivocal, No! God wills life; and what God created and called good, God will redeem. Hence, in Col. 1:18 a Pauline disciple can call Christ “the firstborn from the dead.” This confidence in God’s power to conquer the power of death and to create life in the midst of death is the source of much of Paul’s optimism. It is an optimism about the progress of the gospel and the redemption of creation and of Israel itself, and that in spite of much obstinancy (Rom. 11:26).

    JOHN

    Unlike Paul, death is not a fundamental problem in the gospel of John. Death becomes little more than a characteristic style of life without God, a style of life overcome by the gospel. Responding to the gospel enables the believer to experience the quality of eternal life here and now. The impact of death is minimal. The basic difficulty of human existence is not that human beings die, but that they may not experience the present reality of eternal life. What is of decisive importance is the quality of the Christian’s existence here and now.8 To embrace the gospel is to pass from death to life, (John 3:36; 5:24). Jesus’ death is a conscious, studied deed by means of which eternal life becomes a possibility for his disciples (10:17-18; 12:23-24).· And the love revealed in that event becomes a model which shapes our own new existence (1 John 3:14-18). In this context verses 23-27 of chapter 11 which describe Jesus’ conversation with Martha about the resurrection assume primary importance. Jesus tells Martha that her “brother will rise again.” She assumes that he is referring to the events of the end of time. “I know he will rise in the resurrection at the last day.” What is of decisive significance is not what will happen then, but what is possible in the present. As the resurrection and the life, Jesus brings life out of death not in some future time, but now. “I am the resurrection and the life . . . whoever lives and believes in me shall never die.” (11:2526 ) In John’s “realized eschatology” physical death is not to be feared. As a symbol of life with God, it is neutralized in the present life, a life shaped by the love of God revealed in Jesus Christ (6:50). John’s perspective draws upon those traditions in the Old Testament which emphasize the quality of life in the present not the fact that life ends.

    THE SYNOPTIC TRADITION

    Interpreting the synoptic perspectives on death is complicated both by the diversity of the materials found in the gospels and by the involved history of the materials themselves—the history of tradition. These materials have their roots in the ministry of Jesus, have been shaped in and used by the early


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    church, and utilized by the evangelists to form a carefully constructed theological and literary unity—a gospel. Such a careful analysis of the material is beyond the scope of this article. However, some generalizations about the understanding of death may be made in two areas: Jesus’ teaching as it is recorded in gospels and his own death. What is striking about Jesus’ teaching is the relative paucity of references to death. What is not said is significant. Death is not a major problem for human beings. It is not the most significant factor in our present existence nor is it a hinderance to faith in God.10 Death of the body is not to be feared, only God is to be feared (Mt. 10-28). Ultimate allegiance is owed to God, and to nothing else, even if such commitment leads to death (Mk. 8:35). The willingness to endure death is the supreme test of faith. The primary focus of Jesus’ teaching is the kingdom of God, the rule of God over all he has created. The references to death function as sanctions in the proclamation of the kingdom. Death is the limiting factor in our existence. Present life is not endless, and in view of the fact that all human beings die, references to death underscore the necessity of a decision for the kingdom now. The thought of death prompts us to action. Luke 13:1-5 is crucial in this regard . The text severs the assumed connection between sin and death. Death is not always to be construed as a punishment for sin. Verse five counsels the use of such poignant experiences as the occasion for reflection upon our own transitoriness and for repentance.11 What is of primary importance is decision now with regard to the kingdom especially in light of the fact that death comes to all. Matthew 16:28 and par. and Luke 20:36 assume that death will be done away with. But it is not suggested that death is evil. Marriage, which is clearly good, will also be done away with in the future, complete reign of God (Lk. 20:34-36 and par.) Ultimately death has no place in the Kingdom of God. It is overcome by resurrection from the dead which is accomplished by the power of God who is the God of the living (Mk. 12:26-27). In the present, death and the fear of death are neutralized through the actualization of God’s rule in human life. When we turn to Jesus’ death as it is portrayed in the synoptic gospels we find two divergent presentations. On the one hand Jesus resolutely moves toward his death: he predicts his own death (Mk. 8:31 et al) and is clearly in control of the situation, a control dramatically portrayed through his foreknowledge of events (Mk. 11:1-4; 14:12-15, 29-31). Death is accepted. But on the other hand, in Gethsemane Jesus is gripped by the emotional fear of death (Mk. 14:33, 36, 37, compare also Heb. 5:7), and prays that, if possible, he not endure it. There is no vast inconsistency here. Jesus remained true to the essence of his teaching: while death does arouse the emotion of fear that fear can be overcome by the fear (awe, ultimate regard for) of God,12 which is precisely what is described as happening with that great “nevertheless” in Gethsemane.

    A FINAL WORD

    The roots of the multiple views we have described above is clearly the Old


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    Testament itself which does not present one view of death. Death can be de­ scribed as part of God the creator’s design for human beings (Gen. 3:19, 22; 2 Sam. 14:14). Death limits and therefore enhances and augments life (Ps. 90:12). Not even death can place a human being outside the limits of God’s love and power (Ps. 239:7ff). Death can also be described as punishment for sin and certainly not a part of God’s plan for his creation. Subsequent refinements and developments of the Old Testament views in the intertestamental period increased the options. This wealth of interpreta­ tion is reflected to a limited degree in the New Testament as we have at­ tempted to demonstrate above. Such diversity is not a liability, it is an asset. But the benefits can be needlessly sacrificed if we do not rigorously practice exegetical precision and examine the presuppositions which shape our hermeneutical practice. Only so will these rich and diverse perspectives on death shape our preaching, teach­ ing, and pastoral care. Only so will these resources be made available to the Christian community.

    1 Grandpa Walton (Will Geer) on the television series “The Waltons.”

    2 “The Strife is O’er, the Battle Done,” No. 203 in The Hymnbook.

    3 L. E. Keck, “New Testament Views of Death,*’ in Perspectives on Death, ed., Liston Mills

    (Nashville: Abingdon, 1969), p. 33. 4 “Immortality of the Soul or Resurrection of the Dead,” in Immortality and Resurrection,

    ed., Krister Stendahl (New York: Macmillan, paperback, 1965), pp. 9-53. There is a brief, good critique of the major presupposition behind the essay in George W. E. Nickelsburg, Jr., Resurrec­ tion, Immortality and Eternal Life in Intertestamental Judaism (Cambridge: Harvard, 1972), pp. 177-180. 5 “Thanatos,” in Theological Dictionary of the New Testament, ed. Gerhard Kittel, trans. G.

    W. Bromiley (Grand Rapids; Eerdmans, 1965), pp. 14ff. β Nickelsburg, op. cit.

    7 Keck, op. cit., pp. 75, 76.

    8 Lloyd R. Bailey, Sr., Biblical Perspectives on Death (Philadelphia: Fortress, 1979), p. 94.

    • Ibid., p. 95. 10 Keck, op. cit., p. 42.

    11 Bailey, op. cit., p. 92.

    12 Keck, op. cit., pp. 43, 44.

  • Prophetic Discipline: Some Tasks for American Ministers in the ‘Eighties

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    PROPHETIC DISCIPLINE: SOME

    TASKS FOR AMERICAN

    MINISTERS

    IN THE ‘EIGHTIES

    by Donald W. Shriver, Jr. President of the Faculty and William E. Dodge F*rofessor of Applied Christianity Union Theological Seminary in the City of New York

    As the opening chapters of Amos vividly suggest, the prophets of Israel and Judah called their neighbors to “know the Lord” against their own lifelong background of knowing these neighbors, too. They had a keen eye for the specifics of the culture of their time and place. Their ability to combine the two sorts of “knowledge” marked their integrity, their uniqueness as religious leaders : born into a certain culture, they brought to its criticism standards of judgment that transcended the culture. And they subjected themselves to those standards. Prospective prophets among American church leaders do well to covet for themselves the same two sorts of knowledge of their Lord and their own national culture; and, for one side of this equipment, readings in history, social science, and contemporary journals will always be requisite. There is such a thing as “the American character”; and our sermons, even our prayers, must take its specifics into account. For this purpose one of the books that we should read and re-read is the classic early account of who Americans are: Alexis DeTocqueville’s Democracy in America, written in the 1830’s but pertinent to the human reality of American culture right down to our late twentieth century. DeTocqueville was alert to the fact of certain cultural continuities in the trek of many nineteenth century immigrants from Europe to the new United States. We must not be deceived by the outward contrasts between lifestyles in the two places.

    But one should not assume a connection between the pioneer and the place that shelters him. All his surroundings are primitive and wild, but he is the product of eighteen centuries of labor and experience. He is a very civilized man prepared for a time to face life in the forest, plunging into the wilderness of the New World with his Bible, ax, and newspapers.1

    One could define “culture,” on a first analytical cut, as the intersection of the world of the ax—economics—with the world of public affairs —politics—and the world of the Bible—values, beliefs, ultimate measures of meaning. Addressing the one in its connections with the others is the task of the culture-interpreter; and addressing the worlds of the ax and newspaper from the perspective of the world of the Bible is the specific task of ministers in the Christian churches of this and every other land. It is a large task, more


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    formidable than the one facing the missionaries and circuit riders who followed the early pioneers to their “isolated dwellings” in the great continental forests of America. Complex as was the milieu in which that pioneer struggled to survive and to build a society, his and her late twentieth century successors live in much greater complexity. For us, the worlds of ax, newspaper, and Bible seem radically more remote from each other and the task of relating them more forbidding . The very idea that there is a profession—the ministry—charged with the task of making sense of all these worlds, fitting them conceptually and practically into one world—seems increasingly absurd. No wonder that Kenneth Underwood, in the late 1960s, should observe that:

    Our time is characterized by a dearth of men and women who are able to formulate new policy and to fight for it through all the mass media of persuasion, who see the community or nation as a total enterprise, who give form and expression to the aspirations of a people, who discern the permanent forces which move history, who exact pain and sacrifice from us for high purpose, who practice at once firmness and restraint.2

    In his reading of the American social-personal character, DeTocqueville was astutely aware of the threat of such quietude from many sides of the splitup , individualistic, mobile culture evolving here. He had an equally astute appreciation of the reasons for our institutional severing of religion and politics. But precisely because both the governmental and the economic systems of democratic America are designed to respond to the contemporary self-interests of their participants, DeTocqueville saw a great danger from another direction than the re-establishment of a state religion: all these forces connive in American culture to destroy “powerful public emotions.”8 Democracy brings out the trivial, not the profound, in human nature. “Democratic society (has) much less to fear from boldness than from paltriness of aim.”4

    The prospect really does frighten me that they may finally become so engrossed in a cowardly love of immediate pleasures that their interest in their own future and in that of their descendente may vanish, and that they will prefer tamely to follow the course of their destiny than make a sudden energetic effort necessary to set things right . . . I fear that the mind may keep folding itself up in a narrower compass forever without producing new ideas, that men will wear themselves out in trivial, lonely, futile activity, and that for all its constant agitation humanity will make no advance.5

    DeTocqueville could be describing the cultural lethargy of Americans in the 1970s! The “agitations” of evangelically-inclined church people, such as make up the Moral Majority, represent some stirring from that lethargy; but an inadequate stirring by DeTocqueville’s standard: In his rejection of “secular humanism,” where in Jerry FalwelPs rhetoric has there been room for the Christian humanism that understands “humanity” as the object of God’s love and a disciple’s proper concern? Where among the churches of America are the voices that speak on behalf of the comprehensively human, supra-American humanity, the humanity of all? Where are the voices that cry out against the


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    “cowardly love of immediate pleasures” that afflict all human societies from the time of Jeroboam to the time of Ronald Reagan? Where are the humanists, as distinct from the specialists, in the world of religion, “who see the community or nation as a total enterprise” in a globally human context and “who exact pain and sacrifice from us for high purpose?” Where, in a word, are the prophets to this American society? How, in this particular society, in this particular decade, might an ordained minister, or any faithful member of the church, practice the vocation of the prophet? I have a few suggestions. To the mind of almost anyone likely to read this journal, they will seem ordinary, familiar suggestions. That is their merit: they are old in the Hebrew-Christian prophetic tradition. They are like the ancient word of the Lord: “It is a thing very near to you, upon your lips and in your heart ready to be kept.” (Deuteronomy 30:14).

    1. Tell the truth and tell it publicly.

    In his recent book, Company of Strangers, Parker Palmer says that he thinks of the church as “a school of the Spirit” where “God is continually drawing me out of myself into the larger life.” As such a school, the authentic church will “correct and upbraid and uproot us, introduce us to the strange and unfamiliar, teach us a truth larger than our own.”6 Sociologically considered , such a school is not an enlargement of the natural family but a linking of families with each other in “unnatural” public encounter. Much talk about the “church family,” in this sense, is sociologically and theologically deficient. It took twelve trbies to make Israel, many more to make the Pentecostal beginning of the Jerusalem church, and all the tribes of earth to make Augustine’s Civitas. If one has to choose a secular analogy for the church, says Palmer, it is the city and pluralistic, public, democratic culture that will do better than the family. Early and later in the history of the Christian movement, the church has been a bridge between the worlds of the person, the family, and the politics of public life. The new Testament origins of the church suggest clearly that the church was a tertium quid between the privacy of family life and the rough structures of Rome-dominated politics. Around the public announcement, “Jesus is risen, and Jesus is Lord!” the faithful congregated; and in their congregation they produced a new public structure and experienced public life in a new, exposed way. There is a discipline and a vocational clue for church leaders here. The teaching and preaching of the church is a public ministry, carried on in public and directed to a portion of the public, the church, in anticipation of mission to a larger public and in full awareness of that larger public. To this public, the minister in particular, is regularly called to speak truth, whole truth, about the wholeness of human being. Now, few of us need reminding that the mortal who steps up to a pulpit on a Sunday morning has no access to “the truth and nothing but the truth.” But when all due qualifications have been granted, the fact remains that the American church pulpit has at its disposal one of the great regular opportunities for the utterance of the public truth, greater and more regular than many another


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    agency of our pluralistic society can lay claim to. It is a fact frequently overlooked by both the friends and the enemies of religion in America. I had a politician friend in North Carolina, a state legislator and a Presbyterian, who shrewdly appreciated this fact. “I have sometimes wondered,” he said, “if ministers understand what power they have in the mere fact that at least once a week a sample of people from the community come together for an hour or so, and for twenty or thirty minutes of that hour the minister has their attention. If once a week I could do that with the same fifty people, I might win almost any election!” It is a demanding, strenuous task, sometimes far beyond our ministerial powers: to preach the word as alive now, illuminating the public world as surely as it was illuminated then by the public ministry, death, and resurrection of Jesus. There is little obvious concern in the New Testament for “public affairs” and “public policy.” It took centuries for the church to develop a wideranging “social ethic” by modern standards. But the early church “preached Jesus and the resurrection” with enormous public consequence over the centuries . Its sole collision with public authority, in those first few centuries, was on the point of the Lordship of Jesus against the lordship of Caesar. Consistently for almost three hundred years, church leaders kept pounding away at the point: this world has one Lord, and Caesar is subject to Him. So preaching, the early proclaimers of the Gospel linked a revealed truth to a common truth of their age. They conveyed to their hearers the seed of a new public policy for relating religious and governmental institutions. Most ministers do not need large new infusions of scholarly research to make them prophetic public preachers. What they need is the courage of what they believe combined with confidence in what they know. Illustrations abound: I can still remember my shock in 1967 hearing Senator William Fulbright , in the Senate’s hearings on the Vietnam War, asking the same questions about the war that I had been asking for months. The questions were “common-sensical” in that they involved national self-interest in that war, the pride and humiliation of the nation, and the difficulty of convincing young people that they should die in Vietnam for their country. Almost any of us ministers , in that era, had before our eyes enough information and enough knowledge of good and evil to raise the same questions as were being raised by the Chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee. Similarly, it takes no large experience of national fiscal affairs to perceive the fundamental policy at work in Federal budget-making in the first year of the Reagan era, 1981: shift resources from human services to the military, talk about waste in the one, but not about waste in the other. This simple perception, undergirded by certain principles of social compassion and peace-keeping as old as Amos and Isaiah, should be purveyed—frequently—to congregations of worshipping Christians so long as this policy prevails in our national government.

    2. Organize for justice. The power of the church as a “free space” for truth-speaking is great, but it must not be taken for granted by any Christian. After a visit to a country


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    like South Korea, after attendance at some of the overflowing worship services of its rapidly-growing Christian congregations, one returns to the U.S.A. newly appreciative of the social-political context of religious freedom that the early church took centuries to wrest from its society. Agents of the Korean Central Intelligence Agency attend most services of worship in South Korea. They monitor the content of sermons, even prayers. You can go to jail in South Korea if you raise intercessory prayers for the people of North Korea or its government , or if you pray for dissident, already-jailed Christians by name. South Korea is the only country that I have ever visited where the word “prayer meeting” has a revolutionary, sinister political connotation. The government takes prayer meetings seriously, not because Jesus promised to be in the midst of two or three disciples gathered in his name, but because the government has learned from experience that even two or three people can engender a political movement for change. At stake in the Korean church struggle is the elementary issue that has always divided Jews and Christians from totalitarian governments : Shall government be ceded control of all social space, including the space worshipping the God of Israel, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ? A society as a whole answers this question, and the answer gets structured into social habit by laws, policies, and covenants of mutual respect which Americans take for granted. Less perceived by most of us, inside the American churches, is the necessity of such free association for the nurturing of DeTocqueville ‘s “energetic effort to set things right” in society at large. Again, DeTocqueville feared that Americans in the future would fall captive to the individualism of their culture and social order, to the detriment of organized, purposive “public agitation.”7 Americans at their unique best, said this French visitor, are the great voluntary organizers of their public concerns.8 They do so for reasons basic to human personal existence, which requires social rootage and support in every way. Some years ago in Raleigh, North Carolina, in a social research program we asked a thousand carefully selected persons what kept them “going” in their lives as citizens. Only a minority of folk in any community, we found, can be called “active citizens.” Only a minority show up at a city council meeting at least once a year, or go to a party precinct meeting, or join the Sierra Club to protect the public future of eagles. Who, in fact, are the folk who “keep at it” in matters related to justice, liberty, and compassion in this democratic society? The answer, we found, is people with three characteristics: (1) conviction, (2) friends, and (3) political experience . They are people with religious beliefs about what is right and wrong and needing to change in the world. They are people who embrace these convictions in common with at least a small group of friends who hold up each other’s spirits when the winds of opposition and contradiction blow cold from society at large. But finally, they are folk whose very experience of public conflict apparently nerves them for the endurance of more conflict in even firmer commitment to their beliefs about justice, liberty, and compassion. Not more than a fourth of the public displays these three characteristics in combinations, we discovered; but the three fortify each other in essential, complementary ways. Political work without political faith dies quickly; equally so, personal faith and public work unsustained by friendship. Among the most hapless folk


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    in our survey were a group of individualistic “liberals” who had high hopes for justice in the world but whose lifestyle involved few fast friends for the nourishing of those hopes and no long-term track record of political involvement. No wonder this sort of liberal gets “tired”! Personal faith dies quickly when unsustained by both friendship and politics.9 The church congregation is a prime matrix for the cultivation of just such a lifestyle among parishioners in their various degrees of readiness for public life. To study the biographies of church leaders as diverse as St. Francis, John Calvin, John Wesley, Richard Allen, and Martin Luther King, Jr. is to understand that politics, as well as piety, begins when two or three are gathered together in the name of Jesus. In American history no strain of church history illustrates all this so vividly as the history of the Black church. No group of American Christians has been clearer about the intimate link between church organization and the pursuit of justice in society. Parker Palmer tells of a conversation with an activist Black minister in Washington, D.C. “What is the primary task of your ministry ?” Palmer asked. “To provide my people with a rich social life,” replied the minister. “Do you mean parties and pot-lucks and socials and things like that?” “Of course,” came the answer, “things like that give my people the strength to struggle in public.”10 Many of us in the so-called white churches of the land need to go to school at the feet of the Black church experience in our midst. There we will find some amazing integrities of personal faith, church community, and political witness, all of it fused together by the fires of common suffering.

    3. Teach and preach public repentance, forgiveness, and hope. That is, preach a Gospel-combination of ethical empowerment, and give that preaching a public, not only a private, face. This is the most complex prescription for spiritual discipline in the ‘eighties that I know. “Preaching a’gin sin” is an old evangelical habit in the churches of America. The current television-preachers, with their judgments against pornography, abortion, evolution, and communism, have the moralistic Protestant tradition behind them. Often lacking in their preaching, however, is any vivid personal or social expression of forgiveness and repentance. How often does one hear a story that begins, “Ten years ago I thought this about our country’s stance towards the Soviets . . . but I have come to see that I was mistaken then.” Church leaders might serve the public in rare, even unique ways if they would tell more such stories in public. “How I Changed by Mind on the Vietnam War” . . . “What I Now See about the Gospel and the Public Welfare System” . . . Such testimony might be powerful expressions of the New Testament call for metanoia —a changing of mind—in relation to social need and public policy in our time. Neither before nor after conversion are Christians expected to have arrived at a state of pristine righteousness. Neither in their personal nor in their social ethics are they expected to be exemplary to all their neighbors. They would cut a more evangelical example, in fact, if they merely exposed themselves to the very humanizing experience of changing their minds on a political


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    issue or two. (That is one of the vulnerabilities of actually getting into the political process: it may change your mind on some things, because you learn to listen to your neighbors). In this connection people of my political disposition should celebrate the recent mind-changing of Billy Graham on the matter of the world’s preparation for nuclear warfare. Graham now calls that preparation a sin, and he has confounded those liberals and conservatives in the churches who thought that world peace and national defense policy were agenda items reserved for one class of Christians. It is possible to change one’s mind, one’s whole orientation, on a lot of things. Is that not one of the promises of the Gospel? We need to hear, understand, teach, and preach that Gospel so that its transforming power over our sins private and public, present and past, present and future are evidence to ourselves and all who hear. Again, this is a large discipline. We need for example, to keep preaching the forgiveness of sins in relation to the multitude of this nation’s sins that, a psychiatrist might say, are “unresolved” in the public memory. Throughout the Civil Rights era of the Sixties, most pastors knew that resistance to it was super-powered by the guilt that white Americans have inherited from their ancestors’ way of deeding with relations between the races on this continent. Liberal, individualistic guilt was not the enemy. National guilt was the enemy, and the inability of many Americans to confess simply, “On the race question, we have tolerated a vast flaw in our democratic institutions. It is time to admit that neither Thomas Jefferson nor Abraham Lincoln was immune to the flaw. Let us repent by remedying the flaw.” Neither has the nation concluded its due work of metanoia regarding the Vietnam War. Here, as in all such tangled political issues, the Gospelpreacher will have to labor long and hard to overcome the instinctive moralism that will resist even the good news of forgiveness. Forgiveness is a painful gift. It requires the low stoop of confession, the unfamiliar new standing ground of repentance, the eye-stinging light of new possibility spread out in the future. One of the great blessings of life in the United States, DeTocqueville observed in the 1830’s, is the young nation’s “chance to make mistakes that can be retrieved.” Neither the people nor the leaders of a democracy can afford to assume that anyone among them knows enough to present the next generation of citizens with a precedent of unimpeachable public righteousness. All do sin, persons and collectivities alike. Time and the will to experiment are the essential resources here, said DeTocqueville.

    A democracy cannot get at the truth without experience, and many nations perish for lack of the time to discover their mistakes.11

    But time and the experimental spirit do not alone yield change if they are not infused with the shared public spirit of repentance: Human beings repent of past mistakes only when their eyes have been focused on new, future possibilities in their liberating, alluring power. As William Miller once put it, “High politics is not the art of the possible; it is the art of enlarging what is possible and making what has heretofore been impossible come in the range of what can be considered.” So when we preachers commend repentance for past social sins to our congregations, we must open the doors to concrete new principles


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    and policies for the society: “A rich country can feed its own poor and many of the world’s . . . A strong economy will be a better answer to the Soviet threat than a nuclear umbrella . . . The preservation of our soil and our rivers is an act of love for our grandchildren; it is in our power to hand them this heritage . . .”So the preaching of forgiveness, repentance, and hope must proceed if we are to be true to the Gospel, the times, and the personal-public whole of us. The wholeness, the publicness, the concreteness recommended here is spiritually threatening. It is a hard discipline for the ‘eighties or any other decade. But it is divinely promising, for God is on the side of such preaching as its Empowerer.

    1 Alexis DeTocqueville Democracy in America, a new translation by George Lawrence, edited

    by J.P. Mayer (Anchor Books; Garden City, N.Y.: Doubleday and Co., 1969), p. 303. 2 Kenneth Underwood, The Church, the University, and Social Policy (The Danforth Study

    of Campus Ministries), 2 vols., (Middletown, Conn.: Wesleyan University Press, 1969), Vol. II, p. 238. 8 DeTocqueville, p. 297.

    4 Ibid., p. 632.

    5 Ibid., p. 645.

    β Parker J. Palmer, The Company of Strangers: Christians and the Renewal of America’s

    Public Life (New York: Crossroad, 1981), pp. 123-124. 7 DeTocqueville, p. 314.

    8 Ibid., p. 513.

    • Cf. Donald W. Shriver, Jr. and Karl A. Ostrom, Is There Hope for the City? (Philadelphia: Westminster Press, 1977), especially chapters 5-7. 10 Palmer, p. 28.

    11 DeTocqueville, p. 225.

  • The Time To Come

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    The Time To Come

    by William H. Todd, Jr.

    First Presbyterian Church, Dalton, Ga.

    Advent is that season of the Christian calendar in which we give special emphasis to the themes of expectancy and hope, remembering the constancy of God’s promises and the sovereignty of his purposes. And in one way or another these are related to and understood as part of his work of salvation, his redeeming of his people through Jesus Christ his Son. Unfortunately, it is difficult to carry these themes beyond “wordiness,” a mere recitation of the words themselves. Thus we often write or speak at length about the “hope,” “joy,” “expectancy” of the “saving event,” without working out how such themes touch and give meaning to the “everydayness” of our lives or to our understanding of the shape of the world in which we live. Yet, if Advent has meaning for us—which we believe it does—then it will not only give us reason to think and speak of “hope” and “expectancy” and the “purposes of God,” but also a means of relating these themes to our understanding of history, the world and ourselves in a period of growing nuclear danger. More than that, in some way Advent must go beyond speaking only to the overall scheme of things—the pattern of human history, the beginning and end of life. It will also speak to the in-between times, for these themes and this season must surely have meaning for us not only on a cosmic scale but also for a man or a woman on an ordinary Wednesday afternoon. This last phrase is not original with me, but comes from a contemporary southern novelist, Walker Percy, who is an acute observor of the folly of contemporary humanity, yet whose observations and questions about life are often questions and observations of faith. Because it seems to me that novelists like Percy and others raise pertinent questions and give valuable insights into the human enterprise, I want to consider the themes of Advent in the light of two recent novels: Morris West’s The Clowns of God and Walker Percy’s The Second Coming. Neither is a “religious” book, as such. Yet in each, the author demonstrates an acute perception of the theological questions that the world raises for the church and for faith. Hopefully, from the perspective of these two works, we may gain some thoughts (and maybe a few illustrations) for preaching and teaching during Advent. Morris West is a prolific writer who has dealt with the Roman Catholic Church in at least two previous works, The Devil’s Advocate and The Shoes of the Fisherman. His latest novel, The Clowns of God (New York: William Morrow and Company, 1981; paperback edition: Bantam Books, 1982) is a story of a Pope, Gregory XVII., who has had what he believes to be a special revelation from God of the end of all things. His vision is of an end that is both devastating and frightening. It is an end that leaves the world a wasteland because it comes through a nuclear holocaust. His vision convinces him that he must tell the world what he has been shown in order to stop what seems to be the im-


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    pending nuclear disaster that will fulfill his vision. His vision of the second coming, the parousia, is not one of hope or anticipation, but of destruction that will be brought about, it is implied, by human hands. One wonders how consistent this image of the Second Advent is with the “hope” and “joyful expectancy ” that we find in the First Advent and which continues to give us hope for life and faith in God. Often we are confronted with contemporary religious analyses of God’s attitude toward or relationship with the world which emphasize only such judgment that is destructive and which, therefore, seem inconsistent with the revelation of his saving purposes in Jesus Christ. As a result of his vision, the Pope decides to send an encyclical to the church telling what has been revealed to him by God and warning the church and the world of the disaster that lies ahead. He hopes that this will cause world opinion to be marshalled against the danger of nuclear disaster and thus influence world leaders to change the dangerous course that they are now pursuing . The Roman Curia refuses to allow him to send the encyclical because they believe that it will bring the church widespread discredit on the part of many people while creating panic in other quarters. Thus they give him a choice of either being declared insane or resigning quietly, saying nothing of his vision and assuming vows of obedience to a monastic life. He chooses the latter, but not before sending a secret letter to an old friend, Carl Mendelius, the eminent Professor of Biblical and Patristic Studies at the German University of Tübingen. The first part of the novel concerns Mendelius’ efforts to assess and then tell the world Pope Gregory’s story. It ends with Mendelius being seriously injured by a terrorist letter bomb. The second part of the novel is a story of Pope Gregory, now Jean Marie Barette, as he leaves his monastery and is involved in efforts to communicate directly with world leaders to convince them to stop the impending nuclear holocaust. When he fails at this, he undertakes to communicate with the people of the world through a series of letters written to God by a character whom he calls Johnny the Clown. The Clowns of God is a novel that is clouded by a genuine despair about the state of the world. East and west edge threateningly closer to nuclear confrontation . World leaders speak of the inevitable as only a matter of time. The young feel that the future can only be dark and often are on the edge of both despair and rebellion. It is obvious that the author is not only spinning a good story but that he is expressing his own feelings about the danger that the future seems to hold. This book is a helpful reminder to us who engage to preach about hope. We may feel that hope and we may feel a certain security that derives from it. But much of the anxiety that others in the world feel about the future is expressed in West’s novel and in particular in the words of Professor Mendelius’ daughter, Katrin, who says to her father: “The thing is, I am afraid.”

    “Of what?” “Of always . . . just that. Of getting married and having children and trying to make a home while the whole world could tumble round our ears in a day.” Suddenly she was passionate and eloquent. “You older ones don’t understand . You’ve survived a war. You’ve built things. You’ve had us; we’re


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    grown up. But look at the world you’ve left us! All along the borders there are rocket launchers and missile silos. The oil’s running out so we’re using atom power and burying the waste that will one day will poison our children . . . . You’ve given us everything except tomorrow!” (pp. 33-34)

    Not long after his conversation with his daughter, Mendelius and his wife journey to Rome where he intends to deliver some lectures and to see his old friend, Pope Gregory, who is now living in a monastery. In his lectures to a group of pastors, the question about the future and what it holds comes up. Some are very fearful and uncertain, wondering how they will respond if there is nuclear disaster and how they can care for their neighbors if the world is reduced to a rubble yet they are still alive. Mendelius captures their feelings when he says to them: “When the black night comes down, in the great desert, when there is neither pillar of cloud nor spark of fire to light the path, when the voice of authority is stilled, and we hear nothing but the confusion of old argument, when God seems to absent himself from his own universe, where do we turn? Whom can we sanely believe?” (p. 100). Mendelius’ questions, to which no one supplies the answer, is very reminiscent of the questions and musings of the writer of Ecclesiastes who wondered about the presence and absence of God. We may know such questions and even believe this to be the state of the world. But the recurring presence of Advent on our calendars is a continuing reminder that in the Christ-event God has given us a sign of hope that can carry us through even such dark nights as that. The subject of the value of signs and symbols in the church comes up in the book in a conversation between Mendelius and Cardinal Drexel, a high member of the Roman Curia to whom he talks before he goes to visit the former Pope. They speak of the faith that is needed for action and the desire of many to be undergirded by such visible signs to assure them that all is well. Drexel says to Mendelius:

    “In ancient days when the world was full of mystery, it was easy to be a believer—in the spirits who haunted the grove, in the god who cast the thunderbolts. In this age we are all conditioned to the visual illusion. What you see is what exists. Remove the visible symbols of an established organization—the cathedrals, the parish church, the bishop of hie miter —and the Christian assembly, for many, ceases to e x i s t . . . . There is no place anymore for wandering saints . . . . Most people prefer a simple religion. You make your offering in the temple and carry away salvation in a package.” (p. 123)

    After meeting with his friend, the former Pope, Mendelius with the help of a journalist publishes a story of Pope Gregory’s abdication and of his vision. He is almost killed by a letter bomb sent by a terrorist in hopes that this will touch off rioting in the German University among students who are already fearful that war is imminent. As a result of the attack on his friend, the Pope, now Jean Marie Barette, decides to leave the monastery and undertake on his own to convince world leaders of the folly that they are pursuing. As he is about to leave Rome, he has one last conversation with Cardinal Drexel who


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    asks him what he expects at this stage of his life. Jean Marie replies: “Enough light to see a divine sense in this mad world. Enough faith to follow the light.” (p. 204) Is this not the light and the faith that we seek during Advent? After visiting Mendelius’ family in Germany and calming the passions of the students, he goes to his native France. One afternoon while he is walking in a garden near a country inn, he encounters a group of retarded children who are cared for by a woman at a special institute. The children have been called “les petites bouffennes du bon Dieu . . . ‘God’s little clowns.’” Thus, the book’s title seems to ask if we are not all God’s clowns who are in some way to be pitied for the condition of our world. When he is unable to convince world leaders to listen to him, Jean Marie decides to influence world opinion by writing and publishing a series of letters to God from Johnny the Clown. He calls them Last Letters from a Small Planet. In his letters he pleads with God to tell him why the world is in such a state. In his letters to God, Johnny the Clown tries to express the feelings of the people of the world about what’s gone wrong.

    They want to know what’s gone wrong with Your world . . . and why they don’t see You sometimes on the street corner where Your Son used to be centuries ago, talking to the passersby, telling the truth in fairy tales. What can I tell them? I’m just Johnny the Clown! . . . Will you think about all these things and try to give me some kind of answer? I know we’ve talked often. Sometimes I’ve understood. Sometimes I haven ‘t. But right now I’m scared and I’m tripping over my big boots to run and hide. (p. 296)

    In another letter he writes:

    When a man becomes a clown he makes a free gift of himself to the audience. To endow them with the saving grace of laughter, he submits to be mocked, drenched, clouted, crossed in love. Your Son made the same submission when He was crowned as a mock king, and the troops spat wine and water in His face. (p. 316)

    The book ends with more questions than answers. Christ does appear in the novel, gathering the faithful few from different parts of the world (and different parts of the novel) in a mountain retreat in Austria. Jean Marie pleads with him for some kind of delay of the holocaust and it is granted. But the overall impression that comes from the book is that the inevitable cannot be changed and that God has no intention of doing so. Thus it is not a hopeful book, either from the standpoint of the will of world leaders to change things or from the perspective of the intentions of God. In many ways I think this book is valuable because it asks questions of us which make us honest in dealing with such things as hope and faith. But on the other hand the hope to which we cling, and the faith which is found in the coming of Christ and in the power of God which is demonstrated there is not consistently portrayed in the characters of the book or in the perspective of its author. It is obvious that West is more driven by fear and despair than by any hope that Advent has to offer, whether it is the first or second Advent.


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    Walker Percy is a southern novelist whose books examine in various ways the malaise that often afflicts contemporary human beings. With a wry humor and sharp insights, he holds up a mirror that shows us ourselves from angles we might not quickly appreciate. At the same time he pokes at us, prodding us to be a little bit more honest about the poses and postures that we assume and the conditions under which we have gotten ourselves. The Second Coming (New York: Farrar, Straus, Giroux, 1980) brings back a character out of another Percy novel, The Last Gentleman. Will Barrett is now successful, wealthy, and a widower, who lives in Linwood, North Carolina and plays an excellent game of golf, but who suddenly begins to fall down in the most unusual places, such as sandtraps. He doesn’t know why. But such incidents cause him to think about his life, what it has been up to this point and what it holds for him. The result is that he finds that it holds nothing and he begins to contemplate suicide. The other major character of the book is Allison Huger, the daughter of Barrett’s old girlfriend, who escapes from the mental sanitarium in Linwood and takes up residence in an old greenhouse, now overrun by the forest, but still offering her the shelter she needs to reconstruct her life after a series of electric shock treatments that have impaired her ability to think coherently, but not her ability to think. Through Allison’s simple understanding of words and their meaning and through her inability to clearly express everything she means or to perceive what others are saying, Percy shows us the folly of our ways and of our words. After escaping from the sanitarium, she sits on a bench on the main street and looks at the people who pass by. She begins to read bumper stickers. One reads: “I FOUND IT ‘Found what?’ she wondered” (p. 22). A little later, a woman comes up to her passing out religious tracts which she urges Allison to read. The pamphlet asks her if she is lonely, and if she wants to make a new start and if she has even had a personal encounter with Our Lord and Savior? While she is trying to read the woman talks to her, finally inviting her to “a little get together we are having tonight. I have a feeling a person like yourself might get a lot out of it.”

    (Allison) considered that question. “I’m not sure what you mean by the expression ‘a person like yourself.’ Does that mean you know what I am like?” But the woman’s eyes were no longer looking directly at her, rather were straying just past her. The smile was still radiant but in it she felt a pressure like the slight but firm pressure of a hostess’s hand steering one along a receiving line. “Won’t you come?” said the woman but steering her along with her eyes . . . . Her voice was cordial, but the question did not sound like a question and the promise did not sound like a promise, (p. 33)

    Therefore Allison, who “made straight A’s and flunked ordinary living” (p. 93) goes to the woods in order to find some way of reconstructing her life from the pieces that are left of it. In this novel, Percy shows us two characters whose lives seem to be going


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    in opposite directions, yet who meet and find in each other someone who puts the pieces of life back together and redeems life from despair. Will Barrett has everything going for him. He is wealthy, well-liked, an excellent golfer, who has all of the benefits of worldly favor. But he has reached a point of despair about life in which he contemplates suicide because of the farcical nature of things. As a result, he reaches a state of “madness,” not as the world would define it, but madness all the same. And he descends into a cave to wait some sign from God about what is to happen. Allison Huger is certifiably mentally ill by all the standards of the world, but she is attempting to put her life back together after the electric shock treatments which have been ordered to restore her sanity but which have really rearranged her thinking processes. She slowly gathers together the threads of her life, and in the simple observations of the world and the people she encounters there, of the forest and of the greenhouse and the plants, in undertaking simple tasks such as moving a stove from one place to another, having a fire, finding a place to sleep, caring for a dog whose faithfulness to her is something she has not known before, her life begins to have meaning and hope. Will Barrett and Allison Huger meet in the woods near the greenhouse when be slices a ball out of bounds, goes and searches for it and begins to think of the time long ago when he and his father were hunting in the woods of south Georgia. He remembers his father’s own suicide and wonders if that is what life really is all about. Although they meet again briefly, it is only after he descends into the cave waiting for God to speak, and becomes nauseated and then dreadfully ill and finds his way out again, falling into her greenhouse, that they begin to cling to one another and find in each other meaning and hope which they had not found anywhere else. Will has not seen it in all of the religions and religious people in the little town of Linwood, and especially not in his daughter, Leslie, who he describes as “a Christian and the angriest person I know.” Allison has not found it in her parents who have little time for her or in the psychiatrist who gives all evidence of trying to help her but who has really torn down the structures of her mind. In one another, in the genuineness and integrity that they find in each other, in the needs that they have and the ability to love and accept each other, Will and Allison find a different meaning that is not only new but is genuinely redemptive. As a result of the relationship he throws his guns, potential means of his own suicide, over the cliff. As a result of their relationship, she once again can have faith in a human being and, therefore, in herself. The book does not end with everyone being happy or well, nor does it end with the future being spelled out. And certainly no Percy novel can end with all of the farcical condition which modern humanity has created being accounted for. It does end with our realization that these two human beings have in a very simple way begun to redeem life for one another by providing the simple love and certainty which neither found anywhere else. In the early stages of the book, Will Barrett muses about whether certain signs that he sees about him are signs of the end of the world. What he finds is not a second coming of the Lord, but a second or new experience of life, not by


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    all of the means that the world would prescribe for happiness: wealth, success, popularity. But it comes in the simple faith of another human being whose speech patterns would be mystifying to all of his friends, but whose speech patterns he adopts as a way of communicating with her. Late in the book, Will Barrett muses about life and the stench of death that seems to cover everything. He says:

    Everybody has given up. Everybody thinks that there are only two things: war which is a kind of life in death, and peace which is a kind of death in life. But what if there should be a third thing, life? (p. 272)

    For Will Barrett and Allison Huger, hope and life are found in one another . The hope is fragile because their lives are fragile. But it is more real and deeper and more significant for them and for their future than anything either of them has known before. It seems to me that Percy is saying to us something about our humanity and the places we find meaning and hope. He seems to have little tolerance for the grand schemes of organized religions . Several places in the novel he lists churches and beliefs in a way that helps us to realize how the great number of churches and the conflicting beliefs they hold contradict the essential truths they profess. It is obvious that Will Barrett does not find his questions answered by God in the cave, but in the singular affection of a simple human being. As we prepare for preaching in Advent, perhaps this is a reminder of the humanity of Jesus and of the effect that his particular humaneness had on those who encountered him. Perhaps it is a further reminder that our talk of hope and expectancy and the purposes of God will have theological significance only if they are couched in ways so as to bring us in contact with the humanity of God.

  • On Earth, Goodwill: Preaching on Peace During Advent and Christmas

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    On Earth Peace, Goodwill: Preaching on

    Peace During Advent and Christmas

    by O. Benjamin Sparks

    Second Presbyterian Church, Richmond, Va.

    When armies take up the banner of God . . . then the Christian commandment to sacrifice oneself for the sake of one’s neighbor at God’s command is transformed into permission to sacrifice one’s neighbor for God’s sake. In the pre-nuclear world, the assumption led to considerable slaughter; in the nuclear world it could lead to the end of the species.

    It speaks powerfully against any Christian justification for destroying the world that when the Christian God appeared on earth in human form not only did He not sacrifice a single human being for His sake, but He suffered a lonely, anguishing, degrading human death so that the world might be saved.

    Clearly, the corpse of mankind would be the least acceptable of all conceivable offerings on the altar of this God. Johnathan Schell, (The Fate of the Earth. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1982. pp. 133-4)

    It is with some sense of reluctance that I begin an article called “Preaching on Peace.” So often in the church when we set up task forces to study, develop conferences to organize and inform, or (God help us) write articles about how to preach on something, that something soon becomes a dead issue, lost to our culture’s insatiable need to be stimulated by the next social problem . But with peace we may have reached an end point, or in the deepest sense, a crisis. For if we imitate with peace what we have often done with important human causes in recent years, we may not have long left to preach about anything. There soon may be no texts left to expose, no bread to break nor cup to share, no hymns to sing to the praise of God Almighty through our Lord Jesus Christ. So dangerous is the situation that humankind faces that American and Soviet nuclear strength combined can obliterate every human being twenty-seven times right this moment. And American and Soviet leaders promise more, even more nuclear warheads in delivery systems of ever increasing sophistication. Jonathan Fine, Executive Director of Physicians for Social Responsibility, says that he and his (adult) children talk with dismay but with reality of the world’s not surviving more than fifty years unless something is done immediately to halt the arms race and reduce the number of nuclear weapons. So we dare not, as preachers, trivialize the meaning of peace with overkill, with uninformed moralisme, or with strident and offensive harangues. Too often in recent years we have cried ‘Wolf!’ in an attempt to be prophetic. This go ’round it is imperative that people hear from us careful biblical and theolog-


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    ical preaching, and thereby be comforted, given hope, and empowered to seek change. An initial difficulty we encounter in preaching on peace at Christmas is that from Bethlehem to Damascus, carnage is king. The Holy Land is presently a nightmare straight from Hell, where mortal flesh, far from keeping silence, keeps piteous vigil with death and desecration. In our kind of world what the nations seem to prove is as far removed from the glory of God’s righteousness and the wonder of God’s love as is the mushroom cloud that billowed up over Hiroshima on August 6, 1945. Somehow the peace and love we sing about and feel good about during Christmas doesn’t quite fit. Can we honestly say that the claims made for the birth of Jesus, (or at least the commercial promotion of those claims through our culture) are believable? Or do they remain beautiful but sentimental stories, fit for children and the simple-minded, essentially unavailable as descriptions of reality to insurance brokers and loan officers and small businesswomen, doctors and lawyers—or even pastors? In this initial difficulty, Matthew is of much more help than Luke, for with Matthew, Jesus Christ, born son of David, son of Abraham, who is also Emmanuel (God with us) begins his infancy under the shadow of Herod’s suspicion . And then he continues that infancy in a flight to Egypt to avoid massacre along with the rest of the male children of Bethlehem. At least Matthew’s tales of the birth remind us that the Advent of God into this world—whatever blessing may accrue to us on that account—also occasions grief and danger, and hostility from the powers that be. But the gospel for this Advent and Christmas is Luke, which stories contain only subtle hints of a cross in the future. And the readings from Luke, along with most of the other lectionary passages have as their primary theme deliverance. In the Old Testament lessons and the gospel readings, what is looked for (and what arrives in Jesus, according to the angels and according to Simeon in the temple—Luke 2) is the day of salvation—God’s deliverance coming to people who are in bondage, who are in need, who are the victims of some previous military victory. In the thirty-two passages suggested by the lectionary, only four of them explicitly mention peace. One of these is the often read “prince of peace’ passage from Isaiah 9, and though the result of the advent and reign of that prince, whom we have associated with Jesus, is peace and security, the peace and security are won by a military victory. The same also applies to the passage from Isaiah 53 where the deliverance of the exiles is accomplished by military might. Peace in Jerusalem is the promised end. If we take the lectionary seriously, and intend to use it, then this raises homiletically urgent questions: do we want our hearers to identify with the powerless who need deliverance, when the word descending from the national church (not wholly unlike the word coming from Washington) is that peacemaking is the believer’s calling? can those who await deliverance, those who live by the mercy of someone else’s military might, make peace? Most Presbyterians and other mainline Christians, if they are responsive to the urgent calls for peacemaking, would see themselves as anything but powerless. The urgency (again the homiletical urgency) is heightened by the fact that


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    Luke’s gospel builds the notion of those without hope who hear the good news of Jesus’ birth into the heart of the birth narratives. And I am suggesting that it is impossible to do lectionary preaching on peace in Cycle C without at least addressing the contrast between Luke’s original audience and our hearers today (if not Luke’s audience, then at least those in the story who hear the announcement of the birth). Though attitudes may be moderating slightly, I would be very surprised if most of our hearers don’t see themselves as the deliverers, as ones who bring peace and hope (even to the Pentagon), or as citizens of a nation which, in the present condition of this world, is the last best hope of the human race. What we encounter in the birth narratives in Luke is an entirely different situation: Mary, the Lord’s humble servant, singing of the overthrow of the mighty; shepherds (only shepherds!?) hearing the angel’s announcement; Zechariah, Simeon , and Anna who rejoice in the deliverance that comes to Israel. (It is as a result of seeing that deliverance that Simeon can die in peace!) Raymond E. Brown believes that Luke took songs from the Anawim (pious , hopeful Jewish Christians) and put them in the mouths of Mary and Zechariah and Simeon and the angels. Brown writes that:

    Though the title, Anawim, meaning “poor ones,” may have originally designated the physically poor (and frequently still included them), it came to refer more widely to those who could not trust in their own strength but had to rely in utter confidence upon God: the lowly, the poor, the sick, the downtrodden, the widows and orphans. The opposite of the Anawim were not simply the rich, but the proud and self-sufficient who showed no need of his help. (The Birth of the Messiah. Garden City N.Y.: Doubleday and Co., 1979. p. 351)

    Who could be more different in self-concept from the Anawim than most of us mainline Christians, and even if our attitudes are changing from a “winthe -world-for-peace-in-one-generation” stance, we are confronted by Christians on the right who believe that a strong, armed-to-the-teeth-with-nuclear-weapons America is the hope of the world. Deliverance? Surely we don’t need it! What this suggests is that preaching becomes an opportunity to help congregations identify themselves with the Anawim (only, of course, if the preacher is willing to work on her self-concept, too), and become unhooked from the illusions of self-sufficiency, strength, and impregnability. We are, after all, not our own deliverers/saviors. From identifying with the Anawim (and who, staring the nuclear arsenals of the world in the face, does not feel need of deliverance?) it becomes possible for us and our hearers to see ourselves both individually and corporately as people who matter to God beyond compare, even with all our defenses down—refugees that we are to the bomb, to our own strength, to the notion that our way of life and our economic productivity, and our “peace” are of our making and doing. At the very least, identification with the Anawim gives us empathy for those who must obtain deliverance from beyond themselves, and puts us in solidarity with everyone from Genesis to Revelation who experienced an Advent of God. The other, always-to-be-expected preaching opportunity of the Advent/


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    Christmastide season is the Second Coming or the final Advent of Christ our Lord. This emphasis of the Second Coming has been with the church for centuries , and it provides preaching opportunities for opening the closed world of space and time, for expanding the poverty-stricken modern imagination which turns in the silence of the church to astrology and gnosticism, to reincarnation and to visitors from outer space. Preaching on the Second Coming allows us to declare unequivocally that God does not abandon the creation to death, or to the frightening possibility that “out there” there is nothing or no one to rescue us from the silent universe of modern secularism. The Second Coming is the New Testament’s way of saying that something is coming from beyond time and space, which contains and completes all of time and space, to give meaning to all reality. Nature is finally renewed. History finds a meaningful end. As Robert M. Herhold has written:

    If the Christmas carols are true and the candles we light on Christmas Eve really do represent a light that Washington and Moscow can never put out, then Christ has to come again. The mystery and promise of the First Advent insist upon a second Advent. Clearly God has not finished the work of the first Advent. We are further away from peace and goodwill on earth than ever before. Without a follow-through on the promise of the first Advent, God only leads us into false hope, which is worse than no hope at all. Without the Second Advent, the candle-light of Christmas Eve cannot ever answer the fires of Hiroshima. (“An Advent Meditation,” The Christian Century, November 25, 1981.)

    In the kind of world in which we live, nations armed with the destructive power of a million Hiroshimas and Nagasakis—there has to be a Final Advent. Or else in honesty we must conclude that history is bunk and that nothing even approximating the God we know in the Bible created the universe with humankind in love and longing and tenderness. We really do have the power to extinguish ourselves—no word, no table, no songs left to sing or be sung. Absolute nothingness. I am not suggesting with this writing that from the pulpit we counsel irresponsibility , that we see ourselves as utterly helpless, that we leave our hearers with the notion that they are capable of nothing, that they can make no changes. Who would have believed a year ago that Reagan’s limited nuclear war would have mobilized the numbers of people in Europe and America to speak and act for nuclear restraint, nuclear freeze, nuclear disarmament. We and our hearers are not as poor and defenseless as the Anawim. I am simply arguing that the pulpit is not always the best place from which to lead a charge, into war or out of it—though Presbyterians preached for the revolution in 1776 and against the Germans in 1914. There are too many other opportunities in the life of the congregation to teach about and encourage our members in the work of peace; as prophetic ideologues, we can never compete with the likes of Jerry Falwell. I am suggesting that preaching on peace is most effective when hearers are enabled to experience the greatness of the love and mercy of God, to know that God protects and cares, and that as strange as it might seem, not a hair can


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    fall from our heads without notice. It is out of that faith, and not one born of desperation and anger, that those same hearers can obey with confidence the urgings of the Spirit in the critical and necessary works of peace: nuclear disarmament , feeding the hungry, and the appropriation of covenant-making/covenant -keeping skills. Prophetic ideology, however accurate it might be, produces guilt, inspires hatred, and does not help people work for peace with confidence. I recommend this approach because I want us as preachers, legitimately committed to peace and justice, to remember the realism of the Bible on these issues, as well as the multiplicity of voices with which the Bible speaks. The Bible is hardly a pacifist book (though it can be argued that the New Testament Christian community was). The song of the angels about peace on earth becomes the lament of Jesus on the way to Jesusalem, as he pauses, weeping over the city, “Would that even today you knew the things that make for peace. But now they are hid from your eyes” (Luke 19:42). The contradiction was resolved on the cross. And we dare not forget that as preachers and teachers in the church, our most insightful and accurate prophesying will always be flawed by our own self-interest, and our most inspired words of comfort and grace still need the completing work of the Spirit in the minds and hearts of our hearers. For the distance between the angel song and Jesus’s cry of despair is not abridged by human initiative or human ingenuity, inspiring as they sometimes are. The distance is bridged and the conflict resolved by a word spoken to fearful disciples, certain they had been forsaken, who were hiding in an upper room. And the word was spoken by the Risen Lord: “Peace be with you . . . peace be with you. As the Father sent me so send I you” (John 20:19ff). Surely the peace of the resurrection is the same peace on earth of which the angel sang. How to preach on peace during Advent and Christmastide? Carefully, and with great faith, expecting God to work in us and through us (even in our halfconfident state) the wonders of his love.

  • Sermon and Sacrament: Seeking the Vital Balance

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    SERMON AND SACRAMENT:

    SEEKING THE VITAL BALANCE

    by Cecil Albright Flagler Memorial Presbyterian Church, St. Augustine, Florida

    It has concerned me for a long time that Presbyterians do not celebrate the Lord’s Supper with greater frequency, more obvious confidence in the powerful presence of the Spirit, and in that mood of joyous gratitude which marks those who are glad to be alive together. It has been my experience that we often seem to resist or ignore the Lord’s Supper altogether, as if at a loss to know what to do with it. I suppose our history leads us to feel justified in this; but I am no longer certain our theology does. The sacrament ought to be every bit as important to us as the sermon. This is finally because the sacrament is also a sermon, just as the sermon is also a sacrament. The Calvinist vein of our tradition has, from the first, insisted upon a close link between the two. For a long time I did not appreciate why; but now I am beginning to see—and agree.

    I

    In the Reformed tradition, sermon and sacrament stand together as the conditio sine qua non of the church in society—at least in principle. Calvin brings this to classical expression for us:

    Wherever we see the Word of God purely preached and heard, and the sacraments administered according to Christ’s own institution, there, it is not to be doubted, a church of God exists.1

    This remains a reliable standard by which to recognize the church amid the currently competing claims of civil religion, cultism, and the so-called electronic church. In search of a convenient abbreviation of this, I turned to the field of psychiatry . In a remarkable study of human behavior, Karl Menninger describes the “vital balance” essential to life and health.21 have no space to rehearse his theory here, though it is well worth greater attention. The term “vital balance ,” however, helps us to think about an old problem in a fresh way, for it helps emphasize sermon and sacrament alike as “means of grace” in the ordinary course of congregational life. Calvin’s own failure at Geneva to achieve a practical, vital balance between sermon and sacrament is, undoubtedly, rooted in the reactionary spirit of the times and in the need to overstate the importance of the sermon in the face of widespread sacramental abuse and homiletical neglect. But the principle of balance is established nonetheless, even if rejected in practice by the Genevan fathers—a fact curiously overlooked in subsequent Calvinist


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    preoccupations. Calvin, who advocates alongside a high doctrine of preaching the weekly celebration of the Lord’s Supper, suffers further modification at the hands of his interpreters. Calvinistic scholasticism, for example, in its zeal to codify certain systematic gains of the Reformer, all but ignores the doctrine of the church and sacraments of “the Cyprian of the sixteenth century.”3 Whatever the operative motives here, the practical result for congregational life is the same: Calvin’s vision of the worshiping community is grossly distorted in an unfortunate exaggeration of the case for sermon over sacrament. Given Calvin ‘s own relatively high doctrine of the sacrament, I suspect the baby was tossed out with the bath. The tradition that continues to bear his name stays frustrated at this point. We have gone from one extreme to another, not by redressing the balance (as should have been done), but in reacting to the imbalance of sacramentalism by imposing—and perpetuating—an opposite imbalance of sermonism. This seems especially true where Calvin’s work is adapted to Zwinglian or Anabaptist views that ultimately reduce or eliminate his original concern for a balance of sermon and sacrament that “marks” the congregation’s leitourgia as a way of being the Christian community; that is, a local expression of the “one Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church.” Where the significance of the sermon continues to be stressed—if not exalted —at the expense of trivialization of the sacrament, there is an ironic inversion of the medieval sacramental system that merits the same prophetic iconoclasm which characterized sixteenth century Reformation criticism of Roman excesses. To the extent that Calvin’s dictum has become normative for Reformed congregations through doctrine and discipline, it cannot admit of a duplicity of theory and practice. If the ethos of our tradition is still prompted by the rule of ecclesia semper reformanda, then we must apply the standard self-critically to “see clearly” (Luke 6:42) what is truly at stake here. Here Menninger’s paradigm helps. We are the church, an organism on all fronts pressed in a life-or-death struggle for integrity and wholeness. To keep our “balance” means continual self-correction and constant focusing: that is, the church must brave the throes of cultural change in terms of what is integral to itself, if it is to maintain identity and relevancy at the same time. For me, at the level of the living community of faith, the struggle lies in the problem of the relation between sermon and sacrament. This cannot really be otherwise , if “congregational worship in which the preaching of the Word is conjoined with the celebration of the Lord’s Supper is the constitutive and representative service of the community of apostolic faith.”4 A comparison of the frequency and quality of preaching with the frequency and quality of the administration of the sacrament can provide data useful to the search for integrity and balance. For if the congregation’s experience of the “full gospel” of sermon and sacrament is inhibited, the communal appropriation of the reality of “the holy Catholic Church; the communion of saints; [and] the forgiveness of sins” is jeopardized. “It is inconceivable,” laments one continental theologian, “that a Church which is faithful to its title deeds and obedient to the Word of God could minimize the vital importance of


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    the eucharist or thrust it aside from the centre of its preoccupations. [It is] part of the normal life of the Church”. The Gospel is given to the church “in both kinds” that it may be offered to the world in the same way. Sermon without sacrament is not enough.

    The sermon may fail. The hymns may fail. But the Sacrament silently proclaims the facts of the Christian church. . . . The sacraments are in­ deed silent ministries and proclaim a full and complete Gospel of redemption. 6

    To be the church of Jesus Christ in the world, the sacrament is also required as “the one thing which does have a place alongside the human word of the preacher, not to displace it, but together with it to constitute the Word of God” [emphasis mine]. 7

    I find in Calvin’s fervent desire to see the Supper “set before the church very often, and at least once a week”, 8 the mark of a friendly soul, catholic in

    spirit. He would, not doubt, approve of the attempt to tip the Reformed scales into “vital balance,” and away from the isolating individualism of a society whose dominant social values of competition and consumption tempt the church to prostitute itself in the very act of its proclamation, I believe this is one way to avoid cultural captivity, and so meet the desacralizing threat of a post-Enlightenment technocracy that

    shows itself very destructive of worn-out symbols and yet an avid con­ sumer of living symbols which link this new world to the deepest roots of one’s being, and which restore the sacred to its imperial position. 9

    We must ask whether our resistance to the sacrament represents a kind of idolatrizing or even demonization of the sermon today. There is a law against that. In this sense, Tillich is right to warn us that “the problem of the sacra­ ments is a decisive one if Protestantism is to come to its full realization.” 10

    Abusus non tollit usus.

    Π.

    The sacrament is “a proper part of, and not an addition to” not only wor­ ship, but also life. And the Christian life is essentially an act of submission to God, a leitourgia at once corporate and “visible.” It asks an allegiance of us that is difficult, calling into radical question the real motives of our words and deeds. For faith rests neither in the ears nor in the eyes, but in the hidden treasury of the heart. And that is at last the domain of the Spirit, in whose strength alone even pastors must confide. The season of Pentecost is a good time to reflect upon the true meaning of covenant life, and whether the recovery of eucharistie worship is proper to it. I think it is, for it “makes a stand against life’s inward and outward oppres­ sions,” and it does so “in the name of the crucified and risen Christ.” 11 David

    Willis says it well:

    The whole life which is proclamatory includes those rites which are ways


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    by which people are recalled to their true identity and engage in that active remembrance of the reconciling initiative of God on which that identity is founded.

    The implications of this are profound, posing for us today “as serious a chal­ lenge to the ‘Protestant’ traditions of worship as was the challenge made in the sixteenth century to the Roman mass.” 13

    Yet regardless of our deepest fears and fondest hopes, the fact remains with or without us: the “earthen vessels” of sermon and sacrament are the primary “means of grace” given to the church, and through the church, to the world. They deserve better from us. So if they stand together in their “recital of the promises” and their “declaration of the mystery” of Christ, 14 then let

    preaching perform its task according to its form, and let the sacrament be al­ lowed to do the same. We need to do them both, well and often.

    1 John T. McNeill, ed., Calvin: Institutes of the Christian Religion, 2 vols., trans. Ford Lewis

    Battles, The Library of Christian Classics (LCC), vols. XX and XXI (Philadelphia: The Westminister Press, 1960), XXL1023. 2 Karl Menninger, with Martin Mayman and Paul Pruyser, The Vital Balance: The Life Pro­

    cess in Mental Health and Illness (New York: Viking Press, 1963). 3 J.S. Whale, Christian Doctrine (Cambridge: At the University Press, 1963), p. 129.

    4 In Quest of A Church of Christ Uniting: An Emerging Theological Consensus (Princeton:

    Consultation on Church Union, 1980), p. 30. 6 J.-Ph. Ramseyer, “Lord’s Supper,” in J.-J. Von Allmen, ed., A Companion to the Bible, P.J.

    Allcock, et. al., trans. (New York: Oxford University Press, 1958), p. 242. β Hugh Thomson Kerr, The Christian Sacraments: A Source Book for Ministers (Philadel­

    phia: The Westminister Press, 1954), p. 146. 7 Barth, Dogmatics, loc. cit.

    β LCC, XXL1421.

    • Jacques Ellul, The New Demons, trans. C. Edward Hopkin (New York: The Seabury Press, 1975), p. 70. 1 0 Tillich, op. cit., p. 94.

    11 Jürgen Moltmann, The Church in the Power of the Spirit: A Contribution to Messianic

    Ecclesiology, trans. Margaret Kohl (New York: Harper and Row, Pubs., 1977), p. 274. 12 David Willis, “Sacraments as Visible Words,” Theology Today XXXVII (January

    1981):449. 13 J.-J. von Allmen, Worship: Its Theology and Practice (New York: Oxford University Press,

    1965), p. 286. 14 LCC, XXL1416.

  • Lent and Literature

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    Lent and Literature

    Bertram deH. Atwood

    Old Lyme, Connecticut

    FLANNERY O’CONNOR

    It’s probably heretical to use as a text for a sermon a sentence from current literature; but once in a while such a word grabs us and seems to demand to be used: especially when it comes from Flannery O’Connor. She died from lupus at 39 and had been disabled physically for years. But she never let her illness overcome her. Her faith and humor shine through her letters; and her short stories and novels are among the most “Christian” of our age. Here’s the text: “Christianity makes a difference; but it cannot kill the age.” She was writing to a friend:

    ALL your dissatisfactions with the Church seem to me to come from an incomplete understanding of sin. . . . What you seem to demand is that the Church put the kingdom of heaven on earth right now and here—that the Holy Ghost be translated at once into all flesh. The Holy Spirit rarely shows Himself on the surface of anything. To have the Church be what you want it to be would require the continuous miraculous meddling of God in human affaires, whereas it is to retain our dignity that God has chosen to operate in another manner. We can’t reject that without rejecting life. . . . Christianity makes a difference; but it cannot kill the age. (Habit of Being: Letters of F. O’Connor, Farrar Strauss, 1979, p.307.).

    With a text like that the sermon almost writes itself:

    You cannot kill the age. Just try it! you cannot snap your fingers and say, “Brave New World.” You might turn into E. A. Robinson’s “Miniver Cheevy.” To tell the truth we don’t really want to kill the age, and we’re not ready for a new one. In spite of our gripes about the present age, there’s a lot we like about it. Christianity makes a difference. You might be hard-put to keep from going pious here. Not just quiet acquiescence or inner peace surely! Christianity makes a difference because it’s a different way of looking at people , at our world, at daily events. It started with Moses and the prophets. They read events differently—and our Bible is in fact a series of casestudies on where God is to be found . . . in history and human relationships. Jesus made/makes the difference. He opens up to use the future and invites us to take a fling. He underlines what abides, endures . . .

    At this point I’d have to quote from Brodie’s Thomas Jefferson.


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    When Jefferson wrote that all men are created equal and entitled to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, he was enunciating an ideal as if it were a reality. He defined the visionary future as if it were the living present. . . There was no confusion when he said, ‘It is so’ and meant ‘It will be so.’ He would not let faith in his own destiny be destroyed by what was. It was the vision of what could be that held him. (Norton, 1974, p. 37).

    How much more for Jesus! He lived as if the boundaries of the future were open. He refused to accept the idea that history was grinding its way inexorably with everything fixed, frozen and fateful. (We are presented with a series of options and called everything possible to preserve our freedom.) So the difference is the Kingdom of God . . . the future God has prepared for those who live by suffering love. Bernard Shaw put it nicely: “Some people see the age and ask, ‘Why?’, while others dream of the age that could be and ask, ‘Why not?’ “

    MEANING IN THE MYSTERY During Lent we are called upon to seek meaning in the mystery of the Cross. I suggest that our theology, and thus our preaching, may be enriched through reading current fiction, biography, plays. Of course, it is a kind of prostitution to read such works in order to find sermon illustrations. Sometimes they appear serendipitously; but current writing at its best seeks to see the age, react to it, struggle with its issues . . . in other words, to do theology. I’m grateful that some of our contemporary theologians have found this to be true for them. Moltmann in his Theology of Hope uses Elie Wiesel’s Night effectively to muse on where God was in and at Calvary. In his more recent spiritual autobiography, Experiences of God, Moltmann uses current writings to illustrate his own history. Robert McAfee Brown introduced me to Silone’s Bread and Wine in his The Pseudonymns of God. And I felt a kinship with Diogenes Allen when I read his Finding Our Father and discovered he had used “my” (!) Iris Murdoch to dileneate the theme and suggest his theological perspectives. Years ago George Buttrick when pastor of the Madison Avenue Presbyterian Church would choose six books as the basis of his Sunday evening Lenten sermons. The books were often from among the best-sellers; but Buttrick did not review the books—he used them to come into dialogue with a passage of scripture so that both book and Book reverberated. He helped us know that theology is not removed from daily struggle or agnostic’s prayer. So with this proviso (that the works be used with integrity and allowed to speak for themselves) I will suggest some places where such reading can help our Lenten preaching.

    KURT VONNEGUT

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    in the wilderness. We must assume that the struggle was real, which is to say, “like ours.” There is a war within us—a compulsion, a claim, some traffic that refuses to let us settle for the obvious and safe. Kurt Vonnegut in Mother Night tells of an American living in Berlin when war broke out. He became an announcer for Nazi propoganda (like Tokyo Rose . . .). Actually the man was an American spy and his broadcasts contained coded messages to our State Department. As the story unfolds, the war over, this American (betrayer or loyalist?) comes home to meet the hate and invective of his fellow-Americans. For reasons of security the State Department keeps silent and will not allow him to reveal his real mission. He goes through dark hours of struggle (temptation = trial in the Gospel account); he cannot be sure of his motives. Isn’t Lent a struggle with motivations, directions, goals? Aren’t we asking for assurance that what we do has meaning? Jesus’ motives may be all in light; ours hardly ever are. But there He is, with the temptation to think that God is around to comfort. We avoid conflict (angels preserve us!) Surely there must be some cheap grace somewhere! Yes, cheap as a Cross. The power to suffer by and for love, and be rejected, is always met with testing—the temptation to do it, if at all, for the devil of it. At any rate, in Mother Night the former spy, tormented by his conscience as to his ambivalent motives, surrenders to the State of Israel to be tried with Eichmann for the murder of the Jews. He surrenders because he knows that he cannot justify himself. And in the ensuing trial—at last—the head of the secret intelligence for our State Department (up to now maintaining a deadly silence) comes to Jerusalem to vouch for what the spy had really done. It is no mere happy ending but a sharp insight: if we are to be healed, Someone must vouch for us, Someone who will not, cannot, avoid a Cross and who will help us take up ours. In His necessity is our peace.

    GRAHAM GREENE Vonnegut always makes me squirm because he has the knack for irreverence while at the same time he pierces our theological armour with Christ-like insight. So too does Graham Greene in novels from both his Christian and post-Christian period, and by all means in his several excursions into autobiography . In The Human Factor (1979) Greene has this one line on the page following the title page:

    I only know that he who forms a tie is lost; the germ of corruption has entered his soul.

    A reverse text, if you please, like reverse snobbery! The story is about a British Intelligence Officer who, on leaving South Africa, arranges to have a black woman and her son smuggled out. But then the “corruption”—or is it conversion? He has to compromise his loyalty to nation and transfer secret information to foreign agents. I must not give the case away; but brooding on the line of the preface, I could not help think of Him “who made Himself of no reputation

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    since we often think them synonymous. Somewhere during the forty days we might want to preach on Baptism; this is how I used the above quotation from Greene. Baptism is to be submerged, like our Master, in His death . . . to bear in our bodies both His death and life. No navel-gazing separatism here! It’s why I go back so often to Dick Shepherd, “Woodbine Willie” of the trenches in World War I, and later vicar of St. Martin’s-in-the-Fields in London. He upset the church and society when he asserted that “the one thing that stands between people and Christianity is the Church of England.” He brought alcoholics and strays and prostitutes to his church and for a while drove “decent folk” away, although later they came back because Dick made them know he loved them, too. On the day he died—too soon—he had gotten up at four in the morning to give a pair of strong, soft gloves to a man who had burned his hands in an accident and who had to go to work or lose his job. He preached three times, remembered to send a bouquet of flowers to a friend on his birthday , and called on a dying man after the last evening service. He died feeling he had failed; and part of the failure was that he had not been able to get people to know that he loved them not because he was a parson but because he was a person who had been made honest-to-God by what had been done for him in baptism. “Are you able to . . . be baptised with my baptism?” Jesus asks—which means getting up at some ungodly time to “form a tie” or “lose one’s reputation. . . . “

    DICK GREGORY

    Biography often clarifies theology (see J.W. McClendon’s Biography As Theology, Abingdon, 1974). There’s enough for a series of sermons. I don’t know when I found a more helpful and disturbing story than in Dick Gregory’s autobiography (Up From Nigger, Stein & Day, 1976). In second grade his teacher asked all the children to ask their fathers for money to bring to school for the United Fund drive. Dick decided that he was going to get him a daddy. He took money out of his mother’s sugar-bowl, hard-earned money from shining shoes; and he vowed that however much Helene Tucker, the richest girl in class, reported her daddy had given her for the drive, Dick Gregory would top it. But next day the teacher never called on Dick, although she called on the rest; and when Dick raised his hand, the teacher said, “We’re doing this for folks like you, you don’t even have a daddy!” But Jesus had a Daddy! And Dick can be assured he does, too. That, says Jeremías, is about as close as one can come to translating ABBA. There’s something again to say about baptism as it relates to patrimony. A story like Gregory’s makes me rush to someone like Jeremías (N.T. Theology, vol. I) to see if my preaching can get over being pulpit-bound, by the questions my current reading presses in to ask.

    McCOWAN, MARK, AND MURDOCH

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    a great theme from several angles or to provide more continuity. How about a series on “The Gospel According to Mark”? Alec McCowan, the English actor, has returned to America for the third time to appear coast-to-coast in “St. Mark’s Gospel”: word-for-word, all of it, in KJV. I don’t know when I was so taken with Mark’s central theme: Jesus is Lord. Yet, He is the one who remains hidden. He says, “Tell no one what you have seen. . . .” To the scribes and elders He says, “Nor, will I tell you by what authority I do these things” (Mk. 11:28). I was glad I saw McCowan’s performance before reading John Simon’s review in New York Magazine (5.12.78):

    Mark will never convert anyone to godliness. This Christ who rebukes people for washing their hands before meals and blasts the harmless fig-tree because it does not bear fruit out of season is bad public relations. It is as easy to remain unmoved by him as for a needle to pass through a camel’s eye. It is one thing for divinity to clothe itself in the raiment of flesh, but quite another thing to stink of mortality. . . .

    So the priests and elders felt! They could not relate Jesus to anything they expected God to do. So they challenged His authority, and He replied by asking them about John Baptist. “We don’t know,” they said; but they were shouting loud and clear what their authority was. They were playing it safe; their authority was public opinion, sticking to tradition. They were afraid of change, the new, the different. We can understand this; for we have been given to make queasy responses to tough questions because we don’t have the guts to say YES or NO! So instead of struggling with Jesus’ questions we become book-bound, navel-gazers, seeking a private peace. Jesus’ authority is in the tough questions He asks. Christianity is not a straight-jacket with answers popping out as from a fortune-telling machine. Life is found through Him to be open-ended, even tentative. But we are to be open to others: and then the leap of faith . . . that answers will grow out of the perceptive questions He asks us as we are with Him on the way. Another sermon from Mark on “The Incognito God” could well compare two stores: Mark 4:35-41 and 6:45-52. Both have the disciples in a boat and there is a storm. Both incidents follow a period when Jesus has been with the crowds and now wants to get away. Both stores have Jesus playing the part of savior. But the difference in the stories is telling. In the first Jesus is in the boat with the disciples. In the second Jesus is up in the hills alone and the disciples are at sea without Him; then Jesus comes walking on the water. In the first Jesus is the human companion. In the second He is the Christ, and the story is probably a resurrection account. We are not being asked, “Did it happen just like that?” We are told to probe more deeply: “Who do you think He was?” The second story comes after the feeding of the 5000. Mark has commented, “Their minds were closed, because they had not understood what Jesus had done in the feeding of the multitude .” In other words, Jesus had promised to come when they were all at sea and beyond their depth; and no barrier of time or space would stop Him. I suggest that everyone of us, whether we know it or not, is looking for a savior.


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    When we ask, “Does it matter what I do?”, we’re really asking, “Where is salvation to come from?” John Lennon’s murder brought back a song the Beatles used to sing: Some seek it Down Town:

    When you’re alone and life is making you lonely, You can go Down Town . . . When you’ve got worries, all the noise and hurry Seem to help, I know . . . Down Town.

    In other words, get out of the house, be where the action is, find the lights. Isn’t that where salvation is? Another Beetle song:

    I read the news today: O boy! I woke up, fell out of bed, Had a smoke; somebody spoke: I went into a dream. . . .

    So when the news is bad—and our world is on the verge of bankruptcy and war-take a trip, run away, stimulate the senses. And in all this Jesus comes and asks, “Why are you so fearful?” What if the prevailing wind is by Christ? He helps us meet the storms and employ the wind to come at last to harbor. I can only be suggestive, but it occurs to me how much Iris Murdoch’s Nuns and Soldiers (1981) directly and indirectly helps us with the exegesis of these two Markan stories. In a world where death seems to be everywhere, Murdoch tells of five people who struggle with personal crises and are left with no clear structures. Some will be nuns (un-coravent -ional) who have lost faith but try to minister in a God-forsaken world. Some will be soldiers: people without an army who still try to maintain and preserve some kind of community. Tim, the young artist, brings his liberated (?) life-style to the company of the five. He draws cat-portraits for a living, but for years he’s wanted to paint a crucifixion. He cannot because he cannot believe . Murdoch has no answers, but she seems secretly to wish that Christ could be contemporary. I cannot spoil the story by giving you more than a lead; but it’s been my experience so often that a novel like this helps me to listen to scripture more attentively and imaginatively. One of Murdoch’s best is an early novel, The Bell; it’s about Christian vocation and relations and where love and truth are to be found. It keeps coming back to mind to quicken many a sermon. FREDERICK BUECHNER

    I hope that every parson has read, learned, and inwardly digested Frederick Buechner’s sermons, lectures and novels. The image of Chirst in Bebb, the two-bit evangelist, will wipe out all our “parsonmony”; and we’ll come to Lent with less self-righteousness. (See Love Feast, the best of the four novels on Bebb). I am sorry that The Final Beast is no longer in print; surely your library can get it for you on loan. It’s a great way to prepare for Lent; for it’s Buechner’s personal story of his conversion and calling. The young novelist in New York, on Sunday in Lent, for reasons he could never explain goes to a church around the corner. With little interest in, or knowledge of, Christianity


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    he hears the preacher say, “Jesus refused a crown from the Tempter . . . yet, again and again in the hoping heart of the believer, Jesus will be crowned with tears—and with great laughter.” This phrase startled Buechner—”great laughter “—and the young novelist called the next day on the preacher. The next week George Buttrick, the preacher, drove Buechner to Union Seminary to study how the Gospel might be “Tragedy, Comedy, and Fairy Tale.” Moreover, Buechner’s ability to rewrite the old, old Story in contemporary speech and situation is due, I think, to his novelist-training in the uses of imagination and symbol. I am constantly amazed to find that Buechner in both his novels and sermons anticipated the current emphasis in New Testament studies on aesthetic and literary-critical thought. What the scholars have come to from one direction Buechner has reached from the vantagepoint of the artist. For this reason a series of sermons during Lent could use Buechner’s Telling the Truth (which has an unforgetable scene of Jesus before Pilate) and Love feast which is an enlargment of Jesus’ parable of the Great Banquet. What has to be avoided is to treat the parables as one-point stories with a moral. We have to try to go beyond the parable-studies of Dodd, Buttrick, et. al. and work now with John Crossan (especially his Dark Interval), Dan Via, and Robert Tannehill in order to come to the parables in a fresh and startling way. [In The Sword of His Mouth (Fortress, 1975) Tannehill says that if a text from the Gospels doesn’t stick in the preacher’s throat we are treating it too cavalierly.] During Lent the parables could help us see that these crazy stories (and that’s what Jesus’ listeners thought) precipitated conflict and were partand -parcel of the charges leading to His death. Jesus risked His life through His words. So does Nadine Gordimer, a South African, risk her life through her novels. Her latest is July’s People (1981). It would be a good way to introduce Jesus’ story of the Wicked Tenants. It is an apocalyptic story of blackvictory in South Africa and of the whites having to flee. July, a black servant, takes his white family for whom he’s worked for years to live with his wife’s people in the back country. It is a gripping story that sets off sparks; for me it lit up Jesus’ coming in a most parabolic way.

    POETRY

    I haven’t mentioned poetry, and I think one has to be careful in its use. I’ve tried to steer clear of it a good bit of the time because I was encumbered with the old definition of sermon as “three points and a poem.” But it does not mean that I haven’t read and listened to the word-makers. I began this article with a text from Flannery O’Connor. I’ll end with two texts and commentary arising from verse: the first a real poem, the second almost doggerel. It’s Maundy Thursday, without which we cannot come to Easter:

    The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep.


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    Robert Frost, of course—but it makes me think of Jesus going out to His favorite haunt, the Mount of Olives, which had often been so “lovely, dark and deep”; and now on this night He is saying, “But I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep. . . . ” Then one thinks of how the crowds who had once followed Him had now evaporated—and even the Big Fisherman had had trouble and could’t keep his promises. That is what Maundy Thursday is about: promises. “When you recall and redo this Supper,” He seems to say, “you’ll see why I went this way. I had promises to keep—and now in the miles you have to go I’ll go with you to help you keep your promises.” The doggerel is for Good Friday. That’s all we can offer anyway, since proper theologies and well-tuned passion music can keep us from the truth: “One of you shall betray me.” In Leonard Bernstein’s “Mass,” which will be produced on TV sometime soon again, there is the baroque music of the Kyrie followed immediately by the entrance of the celebrant who sings a guitar-accompanied ballad:

    Sing God a simple song, Mark it as you go along; Sing like you like to sing. God loves all simple things; For God is simplest of all.

    But the celebrant fails to live his own message and proceeds with the ritual of the Mass whose pagentry is anything but “simple.” Then the congregation has a chance to talk back and to express how they really feel. So Bernstein’s “Mass” has two scripts: the traditional Latin words and the subtext which is “what is going on in your minds during the Mass” . . . What to make for dinner , which football game to watch, how to get the family car for a date. . . .

    It’s easy to criticize and beat my jive But hard to deny how neatly I survive And what could give more positive proof That living is easy, when you’re half-alive!

    That is our betrayal: only “half-alive.” It’s at that point that the priest breaks down, tears off his priestly robes, smashes the symbols and cries, “How easily things get broken.” And he takes the bread and breaks it—and rushes out, to come back, dressed simply and able now to say, “Tho’ I betray Him, He never will betray us . . . PEACE BE TO YOU!” And that’s what I would pray: Peace and Joy in Lent and until He comes.

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    Moments In a Sacred Journey*

    Frederick Buechner

    Pawlet, Vermont

    About ten years ago I contracted to give a set of lectures at Harvard. It was a lectureship that in the past had almost always been held by theologians, and I felt so outclassed and overawed in their midst that I decided that it would be folly to try in any sense to compete with them, especially since I did not then, any more than I do now, consider that I was, properly speaking, a theologian myself. I wanted to talk about the same kinds of things that they had talked about, but I wanted to talk about them in terms I felt at home with and in a language that I thought I could handle. The way I worked it out, for better or worse, was this. All theology, like all fiction, I decided, is at its heart autobiography, and what a theologican is doing essentially is examining as honestly as he can the rough and tumble of his own life with all its ups and downs, its mysteries and loose ends, and expressing in logical, abstract thought the truths about human life and about God that he believes he has found implicit there. Then, since neither logic nor abstract thought have ever been my particular specialties, I determined to omit both of them pretty much altogether and simply to try to describe my life as evocatively and candidly as I could in the hope that such glimmers of theological truth as I believed I had glimpsed in it would shine through my description more or less on their own. It seemed to me then and seems to me still that if God speaks to us at all in this world, if God speaks anywhere, then it is into our lives that he speaks. Someone we love dies, say. Some unforeseen act of kindness or cruelty touches the heart or makes the blood run cold. We fail a friend, or a friend fails us, and we are appalled at the capacity we all of us share for estranging the very people in our lives we need the most. Or maybe nothing extraordinary happens at all — just one day following another, helter-skelter, in the manner of days. We sleep and dream. We wake. We work. We remember and forget. We have fun and are depressed. And into the thick of it, or out of the thick of it, at moments of even the most humdrum of our days, God speaks. . . .

    That was ten years ago. By now my children have mostly grown up and mostly gone. I am not by a long shot entirely grown up myself, but I am ten years’ worth of days older than I was then, and lots of things have happened to me, and I have had lots of time to listen to them happening. Also, since I passed the age of fifty, I have taken to looking back on my life as a whole more. I have looked through old letters and dug out old photographs. I have gone through twenty years’ worth of old home movies. I have thought about the

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    people I have known and the things that have happened that have for better or worse left the deepest mark on me. Like sitting there on the couch listening to the sounds of roosters, swallows, hammers, ticking clock, I have tried to make something out of the hidden alphabet of the years I have lived, to catch, beneath all the random sounds those years have made, a strain at least of their unique music. My interest in the past is not, I think, primarily nostalgic. Like everybody else, I rejoice in much of it and marvel at those moments when, less by effort than by grace, it comes to life again with extraordinary power and immediacy — vanished faces and voices, the feeling of what it was like to fall in love for the first time, of running as a child through the firefly dusk of summer , the fresh linen and cinnamon and servant-swept fragrance of my grandmother ‘s house in Pennsylvania, the taste of snow, the stubbly touch of my father’s goodnight. But even if it were possible to return to those days, I would never choose to. What quickens my pulse now is the stretch ahead rather than the one behind, and it is mainly for some clue to where I am going that I search through where I have been, for some hint as to who I am becoming or failing to become that I delve into what used to be, I listen back to a time when nothing was much farther from my thoughts than God for an echo of the gutturals and sybillants and vowellessness by which I believe that even then God was addressing me out of my life as he addresses us all. And it is because I believe that, that I think of my life and of the lives of everyone who has ever lived or will ever live as not just journeys through time but as sacred journeys. . . .

    On a Saturday in late fall, my brother and I woke up around sunrise. I was ten and he not quite eight, and once we were awake, there was no going back to sleep again because immediately all the excitement of the day that was about to be burst in upon us like the sun itself, and we could not conceivably have closed our eyes on it. Our mother and father were going to take us to a football game, and although we were not particularly interested in the game, we were desperately interested in being taken. Grandma Buechner had come down from the city to go with us and was asleep in another room. Our parents presumably were also asleep, and so were the black couple who worked for us, downstairs in a room off the kitchen. It was much too early to get up, so just as on Christmas morning when you wake up too early to start opening the presents, we amused ourselves as best we could till the rest of the house got moving and it came time to start opening the present of this new and most promising day. We had a roulette wheel, of all things — black and glittery with a chromium spindle at the hub which it took only the slightest twirl to set spinning and the little ball skittering clickety-click around the rim until the wheel, slowed down enough for it to settle into one of the niches and ride out the rest of the spin in silence. We had a green felt cloth with the numbers and colors marked on it and a box of red, white, and blue pokerchips; and all of this we had spread out on the foot of one of our beds, playing with it, when something happened that at a moment neither of us more than half noticed because it was such an ordinary thing in a way, set next to all the extraordinary things that we had reason to believe were going to happen as soon as the day got going. What happened was


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    that our bedroom door opened a little, and somebody looked in on us. It was our father. Later on, we could not remember anything more about it than that, even when we finally got around to pooling our memories of it, which was not until many years later. If he said anything to us, or if we said anything to him, we neither of us have ever been able to remember it. He could have been either dressed or still in his pajamas for all we noticed. There was apparently nothing about his appearance or about what he said or did that made us look twice at him. There was nothing to suggest that he opened the door for any reason other than just to check on us as he passed by on his way to the bathroom or wherever else we might have thought he was going that early on a Saturday morning, if either of us had bothered to think about it at all. I have no idea how long he stood there looking at us. A few seconds? A few minutes? Did he smile, make a face, wave his hand? I have no idea. All I know is that after a while, he disappeared, closing the door behind him, and we went on playing with our wheel as I assume we had kept on playing with it right along because there was nothing our father had said or done or seemed to want that made us stop. Clickety clickety click. Now this number, now that. On one spin we could be rich as Croesus. On the next we could lose our shirts. How long it was from the moment he closed that door to the moment we opened it, I no longer have any way of knowing, but the interlude can stand in a way for my whole childhood up till then and for everybody else’s too, I suppose : childhood as a waiting for you do not know just what and living, as you live in dreams, with little or no sense of sequence or consequence or measurable time. And that moment was also the last of my childhood because when I opened the door again, measurable time was, among other things, what I opened it on. The click of the latch as I turned the knob was the first tick of the clock that measures everything into before and after, and at that exact moment my once-below-a-time ended and my once-upon-a-time began. From that moment to this I have ridden on time’s back as a man rides a horse, knowing fully that the day will come when my ride will end and my time will end and all that I am and all that I have will end with them. Up till then the house had been still. Then, muffled by the closed door, there was a shout from downstairs . It was the husband of the black couple. His voice was fruity and hollow with something I had never heard in it before. I opened the door. All over the house doors opened, upstairs and down. My grandmother loomed fierce and terrified in the hallway, her nightgown billowing around her white and stiff as a sail, her hair down her back. There was a blue haze in the air, faintly bitter and stifling. In what I remember still as a kind of crazy parody of excitement, I grabbed hold of the dowel post at the top of the stairs and swung myself around it. “Something terrible has happened!” my grandmother said. She told us to go back to our room. We went back. We looked out the window. Down below was the gravel drive, the garage with its doors flung wide open and the same blue haze thick inside it and drifting out into the crisp autumn day. I had the sense that my brother and I were looking down from a height many times greater than just the height of the second story of our house. In


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    grey slacks and a maroon sweater, our father was lying in the driveway on his back. By now my mother and grandmother were with him, both in their nightgowns still, barefoot, their hair uncombed. Each had taken one of his legs and was working it up and down like the handle of a pump, but whatever this was supposed to accomplish, it accomplished nothing as far as we could see. A few neighbors had gathered at the upper end of the drive, and my brother and I were there with them, neither knowing how we got there nor daring to go any farther. Nobody spoke. A car careened up and braked sharp with a spray of gravel. A doctor got out. He was wearing a fedora and glasses. He ran down the driveway with his bag in his hand. He knelt. I remember the black man who had woken us sitting somewhere with his head in his hands. I remember the dachshund we had wagging his tail. After a time the doctor came back up the drive, his tread noisy on the gravel. The question the neighbors asked him they asked without words, and without a word the doctor answered them. He barely shook his head. It was not for several days that a note was found. It was written in pencil on the last page of Gone with the Wind, which had been published that year, 1936, and it was addressed to my mother. “I adore and love you,” it said, “and am no good . . . Give Freddy my watch. Give Jamie my pearl pin. I give you all my love.” God speaks to us through our lives, we often too easily say. Something speaks anyway, spells out some sort of godly or godforsaken meaning to us through the alphabet of our years, but often it takes many years and many further spellings out before we start to glimpse, or think we do, a little of what that meaning is. Even then we glimpse it only dimly, like the first trace of dawn on the rim of night, and even then it is a meaning that we cannot fix and be sure of once and for all because it is always incarnate meaning and thus as alive and changing as we are ourselves alive and changing. A child takes life as it comes because he has no other way of taking it. The world had come to an end that Saturday morning, but each time we had moved to another place, I had seen a world come to an end, and there had always been another world to replace it. When somebody you love dies, Mark Twain said, it is like when your house burns down; it isn’t for years that you realize the full extent of your loss. For me it was longer than for most, if indeed I have realized it fully even yet, and in the meanwhile the loss came to get buried so deep in me that after a time I scarcely ever took it out to look at it at all, let alone to speak of it. If ever anybody asked me how my father died, I would say heart trouble. That seemed at least a version of the truth. He had had a heart. It had been troubled. I remembered how his laughter toward the end had rung like a cracked bell. I remembered how when he opened the bedroom door, he had not said goodbye to us in any way that we understood. I remembered what he had written on the last page of the book he had been reading. And then by grace or by luck or by some cool, child’s skill for withdrawing from anything too sharp or puzzling to deal with, I stopped remembering so almost completely to remember at all that when, a year or so later, I came upon my brother crying one day all by himself in his room, I was stopped dead in my tracks. Why was he crying? When I proded him into telling me that he


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    was crying about something that he would not name but said only had happened a long time ago, I finally knew what he meant, and I can recapture still my astonishment that, for him, a wound was still open that for me, or so I thought, had long since closed. And in addition to the astonishment, there was also a shadow of guilt. It was guilt not only that I had no tears like his to cry with but that if, no less than he, I had also lost more than I yet knew, I had also, although admittedly at an exorbitant price, made a sort of giddy, tragic, but quite measurable little gain. While my father lived, I was the heir apparent , the crown prince. Now I was not only king, but king in a place that, except for his death, I would probably never have known except in dreams. What I mean is that the place we moved to soon after he died — and it was there that my brother cried, in a house the color of smoked salmon overhanging a harbor of turquoise and ultramarine — was the Land of Oz.

    No place I have ever been to since — not matter how remote, no matter how strange and lovely — can match the loveliness of the Bermuda islands as they still existed when I first saw them. There were no cars there in those days, none of the sounds or smells of combustion engines of any kind which have become so much a part of the world we live in than it is hardly possible any more to imagine either the world or our lives without them. The world was quieter and statelier without them, the distances greener and greater. There were only horses and carriages there then — Victorias mostly with their hooded, perambulator tops that could be put up if it rained, and slim English bicycles with bells and baskets, and a narrow-guage Toonerville Trolley of a railway with wicker armchairs for seats that rattled through pawpaws and banana palms, over high trestles that swayed in the wind across inlets and coves from one end of the fishhook-shaped island to the other no faster, it seemed, than a boy could run. There were fields of lilies, hedges of oleander and hibiscus , passion flowers, moonflowers, and always the small, bent cedars that grew everywhere and whose fragrance enchanted the air you breathed together with the fragrance of horses, the sea, the faint sweetness of kerosene that Bermudians burned in those days when the evenings turned cool. The houses were sky-blue and rose, lemon yellow and lavender and pastel green, all with their blinding white roofs stepped to catch the rain because rain was all the water there was in Bermuda. You drank rain. You bathed in rain. You watched rain move in slow, sad curtains across the harbor where our house was, heard the soft hiss of its moving advance. It would come up out of nowhere and stop as suddenly, the porous coral roads drying in minutes — the chalky, damp small of their drying. There were pale pink coral beaches turning to amber in the shallows, then shading off into Gulf Stream greens and purples and deep-sea blue. There were angel fish off our terrace, goggle-eyed squirrel fish, and sergeant-majors striped bumblebee yellow and black. There was a small, battered ferry called The Dragon that chugged you across to Hamilton for sixpence with its stern almost awash under a load of bikes. There were the great Monarch and the great Queen which on alternate weeks slipped silent as ghosts through the narrows at daybreak, then foghorned, breathy and hoarse, as they started to dock. There was an eccentric with a golden brown beard and hair that grew down to his shoulders who used to hang around the custom


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    sheds with a faraway look in his eyes and was always there by the gangplank when the Furness ships came in, watching the passengers as they got off one by one. Some said that he was looking for a woman who had deserted him, or a lost friend, a lost child, but he himself never told, or even told his hame, so Jesus was what people called him because of his long hair and beard, I suppose , or the way he searched all the faces that passed him by. And there were the long-tailed Bermuda gulls. Grandma Buechner was against our going and with reason. It was the same kind of extravagance that had so weighed down my father, she said. It was a frivolous place to go at a grave time. It was no place to raise boys. It was escape. “You should stay and face reality,” she wrote my mother, and old Herman Scharmann, puffing a cigar on Millionaire’s Row at Sheepshead Bay, would have nodded agreement if he had not been some fifteen years dead by then and, like his cigar, gone long since to ash. Reality was like the bad weather that you did not put things off because of, or seek refuge from in the Land of Oz. Reality was what the old woman in the joke peered out at through her fingers even though she knew the sight of it might strike her blind. And my grandmother was right, of course — right in a hundred ways and wrong in as many others. She was right that reality can be harsh and that you shut your eyes to it only at your peril because if you do not face up to the enemy in all his dark power, then the enemy will come up from behind some dark day and destroy you while you are facing the other way. Maybe, if we had stayed home as she did, and wept for my father there, we might have become the stronger for it as certainly she became stronger herself because in her chair by the window she stared her doom straight in the eye until somehow she finally managed to stare it down altogether to emerge doom-proof at last with even her mirth intact like the soft, lyric passage that Götterdämmerung ends with after all the orchestral strum and drang of Valhalla in flames. Who knows what we might have become? But she was also wrong. Le bon Dieu, she would say with that faint little smile, half ironic, half wistful, and if her smile never quite dismissed le bon Dieu himself, what I think it did dismiss was anything like the serious possibility that through flaws and fissures in the bedrock harshness of things, there wells up from time to time, out of a deeper substratum of reality still, a kind of crazy, holy grace. “You should stay and face reality,” she wrote, and in terms of what was humanly best, this was perhaps the soundest advice she could have given us: that we should stay and, through sheer Scharmann endurance, will, courage, put our lives back together by becoming as strong as she was herself. But when it comes to putting broken lives back together — when it comes, in religious terms, to the saving of souls — the human best tends to be at odds with the holy best. To do for yourself the best that you have it in you to do — to grit your teeth and clench your fists in order to survive the world at its harshest and worst — is, by that very act, to be unable to let something be done for you and in you that is more wonderful still. The trouble with steeling yourself against the harshness of reality is that the same steel that secures your life against being destroyed secures your life also against being opened up and transformed by the holy power that life itself comes from. You can survive on


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    your own. You can grow strong on your own. You can even prevail on your own. But you cannot become human on your own. Surely that is why, in Jesus’ sad joke, the rich man has as hard a time getting into Paradise as that camel through the needle’s eye because with his credit card in his pocket, the rich man is so effective at getting for himself everything he needs that he does not see that what he needs more than anything else in the world can be had only as a gift. He does not see that the one thing a clenched fist cannot do is accept, even from le bon Dieu himself, a helping hand. . . .

    My grandmother might have been right about our going to Bermuda. It could have been a terrible mistake. Instead maybe it was the best thing we ever did. My father’s death could have closed doors in me once and for all against the possibility of ever giving entrance to such love and thereby to such pain again. Instead, it opened up some door in me to the pain of others — not that I did much about the others, God knows, or have ever done much about them since because I am too lily-livered for that, too weak of faith, too selfabsorbed and sequeamish — but such pain as I had known in my own life opened up if not my hands to help much, at least my eyes to begin seeing anyway that there is pain in every life, even the apparently luckiest, that buried griefs and hurtful memories are part of us all. And there was so much else to see too — the priest in his black gaiters, the pull and hum of the Good Friday kites, the girl sitting beside me on the wall at Salt Kettle — and there is so much to see always, things too big to take in all at once, things so small as hardly to be noticed. And though they may well come by accident, these moments of our seeing, I choose to believe that it is by no means by accident when they open our hearts as well as our eyes. A crazy, holy grace I have called it. Crazy because whoever could have predicted it? Who can ever foresee the crazy how and when and where of a grace that wells up out of the lostness and pain of the world and of our own inner worlds? And holy because these moments of grace come ultimately from farther away than Oz and deeper down than doom, holy because they heal and hallow. “For all thy blessings, known and unknown, remembered and forgotten , we give thee thanks,” runs an old prayer, and it is for the all but unknown ones and the more than half forgotten ones that we do well to look back over the journeys of our lives because it is their presence that makes the life of each of us a sacred journey.