Author: Sara Palmer

  • On Tenacious Parenting

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    On Tenacious Parenting

    Walter Brueggemann

    Traverse City, Michigan

    “We will go out with our young and our old; we will go out with our sons and our daughters….” Exodus 10:9

    We have never been able to determine the historical identity of Pharaoh in the Exodus story. He might have been Thutmose or Ramses. Or he might have been Seti. The Bible has no interest in his identity and does not bother with the question. And the reason for such a lack of interest is that when we have seen one Pharaoh, we have seen all Pharaohs. They all look alike and act alike. Said another way, over the long course of theo-economic history, many different persons are cast as Pharaoh and take on his persona. Thus in reading the Exodus story, we do well to ask, “Where is Pharaoh showing up?”

    I. As portrayed in the Bible, Pharaoh is an agent of greedy productivity. He cannot have enough, enough of wealth, enough of power and control, enough of self-ag­ grandizement. His passion is always for more, in his case, more bricks in order to build more granaries in order to store more grain. Grain in the ancient world was a mark of power and wealth because everyone has to eat. James C. Scott, in Against the Grain, has shown that a monopoly of grain was the basis of the earliest empires of the Near East. Pharaoh’s greed for more was ruthless and unending. He commanded his slaves:

    Get to our labors (Exodus 5:4). Let heavier work be laid on them (v. 9). Complete your work (v. 13). You are lazy (v. 17). You shall not lessen your daily number of bricks (v. 19).

    Pharaoh will not be satiated! Concerning the prophetic imagination of Ezekiel, Pharaoh must boast about his wealth, even to claim that he is a self-starter. The Nile River is in fact the source of his wealth, but in his self-deception, he can imagine he invented the Nile: “My Nile is my own; I made it for myself’ (Ezekiel 29:3). He overestimates his power and prowess and consequently becomes a polluter:

    You consider yourself a lion among the nations, but you are like a dragon in the seas; you thresh about in your streams, trouble the waters with your feet, and foul your streams (Ezekiel 32:2).


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    II. Pharaoh’s proud success characteristically depended on cheap labor that was reduced to a tradable commodity. Such a supply of cheap labor, in his case as in the case of US wealth, is slavery. But it could alternatively be low wages that keep work­ ers dependent, in debt, and devastated into despair. It is no wonder that Pharaoh’s Israelite slaves “groaned under their slavery and cried out” (Exodus 2:23). Such cries of course did not matter to Pharaoh. He was interested only in the bottom line of production. As bricks became more valuable and more required, the production quota could readily increase because slaves are allowed no bargaining power. For good reason Pharaoh feared the loss of his supply of cheap labor, even as slave owners in our Old South feared slave rebellion and passed laws for the return of escaped slaves. Thus the story of the Exodus turns on tension between the intent of the Israelite slaves to depart Pharaoh’s Egypt and the ruthless resolve of Pharaoh to prevent such escape. Pharaoh’s fear of such an escape led to his irrational policy of violence: “When you act as midwives to the Hebrew women…if it is a boy, kill him” (Exodus 16). He was prepared to kill the children in order to retain his labor force! The outcome of his policy was to pollute the Nile, the very source of his life and property: “Every boy that is born to the Hebrews you shall throw into the Nile” (Exodus 1:22). Like every Pharaoh this one reduced vulnerable people, when neces­ sary, to a readily dispensable commodity.

    III. As the story goes, the long arc of history governed by YHWH is against Pharaoh. He slowly came to recognize that his absolutist policy of violence was unsustainable. As a result, he entered into calculating negotiations with Moses in order to concede as little as possible. His ruthlessness is matched by his unblinking cunning. The nar­ rative identifies three ploys of negotiation by Pharaoh. First, Pharaoh will permit the slaves to worship “your God” (the God of emanci­ pation), but worship must be in his land and so kept under close surveillance (Exodus 8:23). Moses must of course refuse the offer because worship of YHWH cannot take place under Pharaoh’s supervision. Second, Pharaoh will allow the Israelite slaves to go and worship YHWH, but then adds an unexpected question that toys with the slaves: “But which ones are to go?” (10:8). Pharaoh intends to hold back some as hostages. Moses resists with a statement of uncompromising resolve, refusing to leave anyone behind (10:9). He refuses to bargain anyone away, not “our young or our old, our sons and daughters, our flocks and herds.” Pharaoh responds that he will never let “your little ones” go. The conflict concerns the protection of the children of the Hebrew slaves, a protection linked to YHWH and inimical to Pharaoh’s cunning ruthlessness. Committed as he is to brutal transactional processes, Pharaoh can never appreciate such non-negotiable human solidarity, particularly as it pertains to vulnerable children. Third, Pharaoh further conceded that even the children can go, and only “flocks and herds” (their wealth!) will be kept hostage (10:24). This is yet another bargaining ploy that Moses must refuse. In each of these proposals, Pharaoh reluctantly concedes more and more. Our interest here concerns the second ploy of Pharaoh concerning the children


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    of the slaves. Moses is totally committed to the children; no doubt the slave mothers and fathers were adamant in their protection of their children. Moses in effect declares to Pharaoh, “We won’t go until we all go.” In Exodus 10:26 Moses avers that not a hoof of an animal will be abandoned to Pharaoh, much less our children. So the is­ sue is joined. Will the children of the vulnerable be separated from their parents as pawns in a rapacious policy of greed? Or will passionate solidarity prevail against the separation policy of Pharaoh?

    IV. Pharaoh never “was” but always “is.” It takes no imagination, in our context, to see that this narrative pertains to our contemporary Pharonic policies that treat the vulnerable as disposable and that regard a cheap labor force as a dispensable com­ modity. It takes no imagination to see that a lustful passion for wealth, control, and security draws toward irrationality that in the end will be self-destructive. Of course the parents of the separated immigrant children among us do not imagine that they are reiterating this old drama. And those parents back in Egypt for whom Moses spoke did not understand that they were sketching a paradigm for our later use. Both sets of parents, then and now, simply acted out parental solidarity that cannot be defeated by the ruthless cunning of Pharaoh. It is an old tale now being reiterated before our eyes. Now as always, a deathly outcome of such insanity for such Pharonic power is certain. Before our very eyes now acted out is lethal, self-destructiveness with which the fear and greed of Pharaoh never reckoned. We are watching tenacious parenting that evokes important engaged allies. Pharaoh did not know, then or now, that this pa­ thos-filled drama of fear and greed collides with the will and purpose of the God who cherishes, champions, and sides with every child, no matter how vulnerable. When we do such faithful imaginative reading, we may wonder where the Bible-thumpers are who are so enthralled by fear and greed that they miss the drama before our very eyes.

    V. The God of all children is presented in scripture as one with tenacious parent­ ing instincts. Of course there is the waiting, welcoming father of the Prodigal Son (Luke 15). Long before that, however, Israel (this company of slaves) is marked as God’s own son, the first born (Exodus 4:22), to whose emancipated wellbeing God is committed. Amid the crisis of exile when Israel as God’s beloved child was under threat, this tenacious divine parent is “all in” for the child:

    When Israel was a child, I loved him, And out of Egypt I called my son…. How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I hand you over, O Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim (Hosea 11:1,8)? Is Ephraim my dear son? Is he the child in whom I delight?


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    As often as I speak against him, I still remember him. Therefore I am deeply moved for him; I will surely have mercy on him, says the Lord (Jeremiah 31:20). Can a woman forget her nursing child, or show no compassion for the child of her womb? Even these may forget, Yet I will not forget you (Isaiah 49:15).

    Tenacious parenting at our border replicates God’s deepest tenacity that bends the arc of history toward vulnerable beloved children. The God of vulnerable children long before anticipated the resolve of Sir Lancelot in Camelot:

    If ever I would leave you, it wouldn’t be in summer… But if I’d leave you, it wouldn’t be in autumn… And could I leave you running merrily through the snow… If ever I would leave you, how could it be in springtime… Oh no, not in springtime, summer, winter, or fall No never could I leave you at all.

    YHWH sang that song early on for the slaves; and now parents at the border, echo­ ing the Lord of all borders, sing it about their children. And we join them in active resolve. “No never!”

  • Ready and Waiting

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    Ready and Waiting

    Leigh Campbell-Taylor

    Atlanta, Georgia

    The knock on my dressing-room door was not angry; neither was the face that appeared when the door opened. And the greeting that followed was deliberately jolly, though unmistakably wry: “Ah! The late Leigh Campbell….” The speaker, an esteemed theatre director from the LIK, was Artist in Residence for the semester and had directed this college production. And during that evening’s performance, when the stage lights had come up after intermission, instead of there being two actresses present on stage, there had been only one; I had been missing, requiring my unlucky scene partner to improvise all by herself. That is why, shortly after the night’s final curtain call, our director came upstairs to check in with me. In his crisp British accent, he asked if perhaps there had been some technical problem. No, I had simply stopped paying attention. I miserably explained that I had been in a distant part of the building, and so, encumbered as I was by a powdered wig that made me over 6 feet tall and a panniered gown that made me almost 5 feet wide (thank you, eighteenth-century fashion!), even after I heard my stranded-aloneon -stage classmate desperately inventing a soliloquy, I was unable to reach the set quickly enough to render any prompt remedy. My director found this hilarious and kindheartedly responded with tales of in­ famous missed entrances committed by truly great actors. Only after he had nudged me past my mortified tears did he add, “Look at it this way: from now on, you will always be ready and. waiting.” And I was. For every remaining performance of that show, I was ready and waiting. And in every show since then, I have always been stationed in the wings well before my cue beckons me onto the stage. One thing I learned that long-ago night is how vital it is to be ready and. waiting. Every year, “waiting” is a theme of Advent: it is our season of waiting for that which has already occurred but is not yet fully realized. This year’s Advent, however- the Advent that will occur during this unprecedented, surreal, challenging, extraordinary (insert your own adjective here) span of time-this Advent insists upon a different understanding of waiting. Advent 2020 invites us to be ready and. waiting. Because this past year has been such an epic year, I want to briefly revisit how it began: this year began with none of us remotely ready or waiting for a global pandemic or for a definitive confrontation with the insidious sin of racism. Think back to late February: while news outlets reported on a virus spreading far away in Asia and then in Italy, there was only cursory coverage of the fact that Ahmaud Arbery, an unarmed Black man in Georgia, had been shot to death by thr ee white men, none of whom had been arrested. Even if we had been paying full attention to these then-small stories, we would not have been ready and waiting for the avalanche of developments that ensued. Do you remember the very hist day of March? I do. It was a communion Sunday, and my staff and I suddenly found ourselves scrambling for hand sanitizer that could be passed down the pews before the bread and cup were shared. Circumstances had required us to make that decision so swiftly that our ushers and elders were not fully


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    ready and waiting for this strange addition to the sacrament. One wild week later, we launched livestreamed worship. My head had not stopped spinning-a televangelist?! me?!-before circumstances next required me to conduct our presbytery’s first-ever virtual congregational meeting. I was not ready for any of this. Moreover, there was no opportunity for waiting. The situation had crash-landed on top of us all, generating a relentless frenzy of best­ guessing and adapting and innovating and persevering. Speaking for my denomination, I will note that we Presbyterians-a people dubbed “the frozen chosen,” famous for our dogmatic determination to do things “decently and in order”-had never imagined we would ever have to make and unmake and remake so many decisions on the fly! Whatever your denomination, you too had to bushwhack your way through some version of this disorienting landscape. God bless you. As April unfolded, the relentless frenzy was replaced by relentless waiting; wait­ ing became an endurance test. And we were not ready for all that waiting: waiting for the curve to flatten and waiting for news of a vaccine, waiting for definitive guidance and waiting for coherent leadership, waiting to get out of lockdown and waiting to get into the grocery store, waiting for testing and waiting for results, waiting to reopen, to reunite, to return, waiting for some new normal instead of merely some ever-shifting now normal. Amid all that frenzy and then all that waiting, many of us did not find time to grieve the March 13 killing of unarmed Breonna Taylor by police officers. (I confess I assumed that hers, like countless other Black lives, would soon be forgotten in our society’s insatiable news cycle.) Whether or not her unjust death was on your list of preoccupations as the world was waiting for May to unfold, we were in no way ready for the anguish and horror and scathing truth that erupted when George Floyd’s murder finally tripped a wire in our national psyche. Thus it is that two monumental crises, the unanticipated explosion of Covid-19 and the overdue confrontation with America’s original sin, have rippled across the entire globe, catching us all-as the church, as spiritual leaders, and as individual dis­ ciples- anything but ready and waiting. How then do we meet Advent 2020? How do we now balance the ecclesial call to “waiting” with the protest signs we must neither forget nor ignore, the signs that proclaim the biblical truth, “Justice can’t wait”? Due to this publication’s production deadlines, I am working on this article dur­ ing the summer. Between the time when I write these words and the time when you and your congregation will read the words of Advent liturgies, so much will have happened: + schools will have resumed classes in some manner (Right now, students and par­ ents are waiting with eagerness and with anxiety to know what that will look like, even as my husband and other educators ready themselves for an exhausting array of possibilities.); + the world will have been hit-or not-by the second wave of coronavirus (Right now, we are all waiting with dread or with derision, even as hospitals and public health officials ready themselves for worst-case scenarios.); + churches will have made further decisions about in-person worship and other activi­ ties (Right now, parishioners are waiting with excitement and with wariness to return to beloved patterns, even as pastors ready themselves for more new challenges.); + Christians will have experienced an All Saints Day of particular poignancy (Right


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    now, grieving families are waiting to fully memorialize their lost loved ones, even as caregivers sorrowfully ready themselves for additional avoidable deaths.); + America will have made it to the far side of a historically divisive election (Right now, voters are waiting for assurances regarding free and fair processes, even as the two main political parties ready themselves for their conventions; + and tragically, communities of color will almost surely have suffered elevated rates of coronavirus, elevated rates of death, and elevated rates of voter suppression. But maybe, just maybe, justice will prove itself ready and waiting to roll down like mighty waters and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream. Please, O God, may it be so! I put together that list of late-2020 confluences of “waiting” and “ready” as a demonstration that it is possible to be getting ready even while waiting. And in Advent 2020,1 wonder if that deliberately split focus is what we are called to. Scripture supports the coordinated effort of being ready and. waiting. As I think about Advent and scripture, I cannot help but think hist of Mary, the mother of God. When we meet her, she, like every faithful Jew, is waiting for the Messiah. What sets Mary apart is that, along with a tiny circle of Spirit-strengthened family mem­ bers- Joseph, Elizabeth, Zechariah-Mary knows that this long-awaited Messiah is, in fact, the child she carries within her womb. And so Mary, as she ponders in her heart, is also preparing in her body. As she is waiting, she is actively getting ready for the Incarnation of God. While we may not be able to bear God within us in the particular way of Mary, we can expect more of ourselves than merely a gentle, mildly spiritual understanding of Advent “waiting. ” We can instead require ourselves to commit to active prepara­ tion for the reign of God. (You might start by reading-or rereading-Dr. King’s justly famous Letter from a Birmingham Jail, looking for this quote and other passages that insist on a re-examination of waiting: “Time itself becomes an ally of the forces of social stagnation. We must use time creatively, in the knowledge that the time is always ripe to do what is right. ”) We can accept that our integrity as Christ’s followers is inseparable from our willingness to lovingly sacrifice for those long marginalized; we can do the hard work of learning to be faithful sisters and brothers to no less than the Messiah Himself; we can emulate Mary in lending our physical selves to God’s inbreaking reign. Whether we are taking a stand in the streets or in the pulpit, we can practice a more embodied Advent that will help us to be ready and. waiting for God. Beyond Mary’s story, if you explore biblical references to “waiting,” it becomes clear that waiting is something of a theme in the Hebrew Bible. The well-known in­ struction to “wait for the Lord” often comes across as a directive to tranquility. And that understanding is not completely incorrect; some Hebrew terms that get translated as “wait” are words that connote quietude, patience, restfulness. Many ancient words of waiting, however, are less serene. Often they connote the more active concept of eager longing and hopeful expectation. These are the threads many of us have histori­ cally picked up for Advent, hearing and repeating themes of Advent anticipation, using phrases like “standing on tiptoe” that fit with the tinseled terrain which surrounds us each December, harmonizing nicely with the childlike excitement we associate with the Christmas mornings to which Advent delivers us. But other instances of “waiting” are more active still, more demanding of bodily engagement. These words partner with terms for justice and righteousness and truth;


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    they ring with petitions for change. The Hebrew Bible repeatedly calls us to waiting, but often not to some purely passive state. Turning the page to the New Testament, I am struck by how Jesus does not wait. This makes sense: He is, after all, the One whom all that ancient waiting has been about, so why would He need to waif? And indeed, instead of waiting, Jesus blazes forth, a child teaching in the synagogue! Instead of waiting, Jesus plunges in, baptized by someone not worthy to touch His sandals. (Yes, the lowliness of we who baptize has quite a lineage!) Instead of waiting, Jesus forges ahead, healing on the sabbath. Jesus does not wait because salvation is not waiting; in Him, salvation is at hand. Jesus does not wait because justice cannot wait. Now, Jesus does preach about waiting, but mostly in terms of being ready and waiting: the bridesmaids put on notice to be mindful of their oil supply, the servants reminded to stay alert for the landowner’s return. Jesus is telling all His disciples to be ready and waiting. As is also clear in the Epistles, our ancestors in the faith continued the ancient prophets’ practice of awaiting the coming of God. Like them, we know God will come because God has promised to come. God’s promised reign of peace-that reality which we have spent previous Advents waiting for in liturgical correctness-is coming. While we are waiting for it, we must also be getting ready for it. That can seem daunting (Jesus often is daunting!), but we can do this, y’all! Last spring, we were not ready and waiting for much of anything. We were not well-equipped and prepared to enter the fray. No! The fray fell upon us and engulfed us. But, by the grace of God, we made it through. We have found ways to preach and teach and do mission and offer care and create fellowship and work for God’s shalom. And thus we now know ourselves to be disciples of greater creativity, capacity, and courage than we ever imagined during any prior Advent. And that is a good thing. Because justice can’t wait. This may be the point at which we need to be reminded that this is not on us alone. The bringing in of God’s reign is work that belongs to God. God blesses us by inviting our participation and encouraging our contribution, but, thanks be to God, this is a Divine endeavor far larger and stronger and better than any one of us. And that leads me back to the anecdote with which I began this article. An actor who is ready and. waiting has committed herself to everyone else in the cast and crew, grateful to know that she is not alone; she has rehearsed not merely her lines, but her connections to all the other participants and to the overarching creative project that brings them together; she knows her particular part and she knows that, although her part is not the whole, it is crucial to the whole. An actor who is ready and. waiting is not merely in place on time. She is also prepared and paying attention; she has done the work and is eager to put it to good use. What’s more, she is open to the unfold­ ing moment: when she steps onto the stage and into the scene, she brings not only preparedness but flexibility and responsiveness. In live theatre, everything has been rehearsed and yet anything can happen. Might that be a model for Advent, especially Advent 2020? Year after year, we have rehearsed Advent: its vocabulary and its rituals, its pericopes and its practices. We know our part. And yet anything can happen. Surely the past year has taught us that! Seismic shifts happened in 2020: unimagined death happened; global quaran­ tine happened; massive unemployment happened; truth-telling happened; clean air


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    happened; repudiation of sin happened. Enormous changes happened for which we were not ready and waiting. But God has been with us through it all, and God will redeem it all; it is for that purpose that God comes to us. By shifting from “waiting” to “ready and. waiting,” we become more open to God, more empowered to prepare the way for the One who has come and is coming. Like an attentive actor (or like the Mary of that hist Advent season), we can be available to give ourselves to God’s great purposes. And that matters. Because as 2020 rolls into 2021, justice can’t wait.

  • The Litigation of Scarcity

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    The Litigation of Scarcity

    Walter Brueggemann

    Traverse City, Michigan

    The biblical claim of “abundance” is a hard sell in a world that is frightened, insecure, prone to hoarding, and alarmed about running out. The fact that it is a hard sell requires us to think well about how we are now to factor out that claim in our practice and in our preaching.

    I. The Deep Claim The Bible makes the deep, pervasive, and defining claim that life in God’s creation is life that can be lived, a life that can be received and enjoyed in glad abundance. That claim, hist, is rooted in the conviction that the God of the Gospel is the creator God who holds the whole world in God’s own hand and wills abundance for all creatures. That claim, second, is grounded in the derivative conviction that God has ordered it to be a gift that keeps on giving. The earth is watered, “giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater” (Isaiah 55:10).

    And God is able to provide you with every blessing in abundance, so that by always having enough of everything, you may share abundantly in ev­ ery good work. As it is written, “He scatters abroad, he gives to the poor; his righteousness endures forever. He who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food will supply and multiply your seed for sowing and increase the harvest of your righteousness.” (II Cor. 9:8-10)

    This deep claim stretches from its beginning in the initial authorization and em­ powerment of creation by the creator:

    Let the earth put forth vegetation: plants yielding seed, and fruit trees of every kind on earth that bear fruit with the seed in it… .Be fruitful and mul­ tiply and fill the waters in the seas, and let birds multiply on the earth… .1 have given you every plant yielding seed that is on the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit; you shall have them for food. And to every beast of the earth, and to every bird of the air, and to everything that creeps on the earth, everything that has the breath of life, I have given every green plan for food. (Genesis 1:22, 22, 29-30)

    The claim reaches all the way to the identification of the Good Shepherd who lays down his life for the sake of the sheep: “I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly” (John 10:10). Thus we may consider the entire sweep of the gospel drama—from creation to the specificity of God in Jesus—to be a drama of generous, life-sustaining abundance. More concretely we might recognize that this sweeping drama of abundance is given narrative specificity in two great moments of abundance that, in both instances, contradict the facts on the ground in an exhibit of the creator’s capacity to refuse the


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    killing scarcity that is so evident all around. In the Old Testament, the great narrative of abundance is the manna story in Exodus 16. That narrative is remembered as having occurred in the “wilderness.” The wilderness is marked by two decisive features. On the one hand, the wilderness is beyond the reach and control of Pharaoh and his guarantee of food according to his storehouses of confiscation. On the other hand, the wilderness is marked by an absence of viable life support systems. There was no viable supply of bread! (We may take “bread” as the most elemental requirement for human sustenance as it is the most elemental gift given by the creator.) In this quite remarkable circumstance—beyond Pharaoh and without viable life supports—Israel is surprised by gifts beyond explanation or imagination. First there were quail (Exodus 15:13). Third there was water from rock (Exodus 17:6)! But second, there was bread! I was just there in the morning after the dew (16:14). It just came (long before grits!). The narrative does not explain anything. The Israelites never expected it, as is evidenced by their wonderment, “What is it?” The Hebrew phrase of the question, man-hu, became the name of the bread! The bread is man-lmmanna — “what is it”? They wondered when they got the bread. It turned out to be wonder bread! Moses’s response to their wonderment is terse: “It is the bread that the Lord has given you to eat” (16:15). It is as though Moses wanted to say, “Don’t ask for explanations; enjoy the surprise.” And they did! Moses instructs, “Gather as much as each of you needs.” And they did. Moses did not say, “Only two per customer.” Each gathered enough to be sated; the bread was administered in perfect abundance: “Some gathering more, some less… .Those who gathered much had nothing over, and those who gathered little had no shortage; they gathered as much as each of them needed” (vv. 17-18). There was enough; everyone ate to satisfaction:

    He made water flow for you from flint rock, and fed you in the wilderness with manna that your ancestors did not know, to humble you and to test you, and in the end to do you good. Do not say to yourself, “My power and the strength of my own hand have gotten me this wealth.” But remember the Lord your God, for it is he who gives you power to get wealth, so that he may confirm his covenant that he swore to your ancestors, as he is doing today. (Deut. 8:15-18)

    To be sure, the bread of abundance comes with a caveat against greed and hoard­ ing that may be propelled by fear of scarcity. Some failed to heed the warning of Moses. Perhaps not unlike Pharaoh, the great hoarder, they hoarded the bread with the hope of enough for the next day. But of course, gift-bread cannot be stored up. They foolishly stored it up. And 1) it bred worms, 2) it smelled bad, and 3) it melted. The question “What is it” was foolishly answered, “Its mine!” That misunderstanding of wonder bread soured the gift. It did not, however, dim the force of the narrative, for that memory of abundance came to occupy the doxologies of Israel: “He rained down on them manna to eat, and gave them the grain of heaven. Mortals ate the bread of angels; He sent them food in abundance” (Psalm 78:24-25). “They asked, and he brought quails, and gave them food in abundance. He opened the rock, and water gushed out; it flowed through the desert leek a river” (Psalm 105:40-41; see Psalm


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    107:4-9). Eventually the manna memory became anticipatory for later poets for a good life in the land of free food (Isaiah 55:1-2). That paradigmatic Israelite memory of abundance has its counterpart in the gospel narrative that reiterates the story of abundance through the life of Jesus. Jesus was in a “deserted place” (wilderness!); he found there a hungry crowd with “no leisure even to eat” (Mark 6:31). He fed them in a place that was without any viable life support system. He performed his magisterial verbs whereby he provided abundance where there had been none. He voiced his four life-giving verbs: He took the loaves; he blessed the loaves; he broke the loaves; he gave the loaves! There is no explanation, only narrative memory—no generalizations—only the immediacy of the moment. But what a moment: all ate! All were filled! There were left-overs of twelve baskets of bread, enough for the twelve tribes of Israel. (Unlike Moses, Jesus seems not to have minded good left-overs!) And then again in Mark 8, there was a crowd without enough to eat (Mark 8:2). Again he had compassion. Again he enacted his dominical verbs: He took the loaves; he thanked for the loaves; he broke the loaves; he gave the loaves. All ate! All were filled! There were seven baskets of bread left over, enough for the seven nations of the traditional roster of nations beyond Israel. There was enough for the twelve tribes, enough for the seven nations. There was enough! Since that moment, the churchhas reiterated this drama of grateful abundance, uttering his lordly verbs: “He took, he blessed, he broke, he gave.” It is a dramatic act that delies the scarcity of the world. Divine compassion, in a sacramental way, refuses the evident scarcity of the wilderness! To paraphrase, on these two narratives hang all the law and the prophets, the gospels, and the epistles! “For you know the generous act of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, so that by his poverty you might become rich” (II Cor. 8:9). I must add a note about the social context of “abundance” in the Bible. The world of the Bible is a small agrarian economy. It consists in peasant agriculture that supported and sustained a small urban population that clustered around the “urban elites” of king, priests, and scribes.1 This economic reality suggests that abundance consists in agricultural produce, that is, the “grown produce” that sustains life in its most elemental needs. Such a claim of abundance does not readily or easily transfer from the elemental prospects of a small agrarian economy to an industrial or technological economy that specializes in things manufactured. It is an illusion simply to transfer the assurance of abundance from grown produce to things manufactured that reach beyond elemental creaturely needs to mastering management. Wendell Berry astutely characterizes the difference between the “periphery” of agriculture and the “center” of industrialtechnological order:

    It is still true that the center is supported by the periphery. All human economy is still land-based. To the extent that we must eat and drink and be clothed, sheltered, and warmed, we live from the land. The idea that we have now progressed from a land-based economy to an economy based on information is a fantasy. It is still true that the people of the center believe that the people of the periphery will always supply their needs from the land and will always


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    keep the land productive; there will always be an abundance of food, fiber, timber, and fuel. That too is a fantasy. It is not known, but is simply taken for granted. As its power of attraction increases, the center becomes more ignorant of the periphery. And under the pervasive influence of the center, the economic landscapes of the periphery have fewer and fewer inhabitants who know them well and know how to care properly for them. Many rural areas are now occupied mostly by urban people.2

    Thus we must honor the distinction between grown produce and things manufac­ tured. Whereas grown produce evokes wonder, things manufactured invite control. It is not possible, then, to extend the claim of abundance to things manufactured as the news of the Bible focuses singularly on the abundance of grown produce (bread). The Bible pushes us back to the most elemental realties of creatureliness, just as the virus does as well.

    II. The Ancient Anguish Of course this assurance of abundance, attested to in two narratives of wondrous inexplicable food and reiterated in our recurring liturgical dramas, is too good to be true. It turns out, moreover, often not to be true. We may identify two freighted mo­ ments in Israel’s memo when the claim of abundance was unmistakably contradicted by facts on the ground. (We may recognize that in Christian tradition, Good Friday and especially Holy Saturday are such moments when claims of abundance turned out to be, in the experience of faith, null and void).3 First there is no doubt that the wilderness narrative in the Books of Moses is the primary matrix of biblical crisis of scarcity. While the outcome of the narrative is magisterial abundance, the defining reality of wilderness is that there was no bread, meat, or water. The narrative pivots on the awareness that there is no evidence for or guarantee of abundance. That is why this narrative can be reread in many later circumstances of scarcity. When Israel departed the regime of Pharaoh, it came to scarcity! We can identify at least three textual articulations of scarcity in this dramatic moment when Israel entered the wilderness away from Pharaoh. In Exodus 16:3, Israel is only two verses into the wilderness when the complaint begins: “If only we had died by the hand of the Lord in the land of Egypt, when we sat by the fleshpots and ate our fill of bread; for you have brought us out into this wilderness to kill this whole assembly with hunger. ” Amid the scarcity that was life-threatening, they re­ membered the comfort of Egyptian food. They promptly forgot the pain and anguish of brutalizing slavery and yearned for their good old days. The point is reiterated in Numbers 14:2-4:

    All the Israelites complained against Moses and Aaron; the whole congrega­ tion said to them, “Would that we had died in the land of Egypt! Or would that we had died in this wilderness! Why is the Lord bringing us into this land to fall by the sword? Our wives and our little ones will become booty; would it not be better for us to go back to Egypt?!” So they said to one another, “Let us choose a captain, and go back to Egypt. ”


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    In their crisis of scarcity, they did not recall their glad dancing and singing about emancipation. Now Pharaoh’s slave camps looked pretty good. Moses’s response to those who rebelled against his leadership is remarkable, for he asserts that the pres­ ent inhabitants of the good land of promise are not to be feared. Indeed they are only “bread for us” (v. 9). “Bread” is on Moses’s mind as well, and he is confident that they will come to “bread” soon. While the narrative ends in forgiveness for some (v. 20), Moses is brutally judgmental toward those who yearn for a return to Egypt (vv. 22-23). The third episode of scarcity is the most poignant. In Numbers 11:5, the culinary memory of Egypt is vivid and precise: “We remember the hsh we used to eat in Egypt for nothing, the cucumbers, the melons, the leeks, the onions, and garlic; but now our strength is dried up, and there is nothing at all but this manna to look at” (Numbers 11:5). The Egyptian menu is contrasted with the anemic inadequate nourishment of manna…or so they say! This time even Moses loses patience with the scarcity and sides with the people against the great Lord of emancipation:

    Why have you treated your servant so badly? Why have I not found favor in your sight, that you lay the burden of all this people on me? Did I conceive all this people? Did I give birth to them, that you should say to me, “Carry them in your bosom, as a nurse carries s sucking child,” to the land that you promised on oath to their ancestors? Where am I to get meat to give to all this people? For they come weeping to me and say, “Give us meat to eat!” I am not able to carry all this people alone, for they are too heavy forme. (Numbers 11:11-14)

    The scarcity is more than Moses can bear and more than he can resolve. We might expect an empathetic response from the Emancipator. God does take careful note of the lament over scarcity: “You have wailed in the hearing of the Lord, saying, ‘If only we had meat to eat! Surely it was better for us in Egypt’” (v. 18). But then God responds with a vindictive promise of abundance that will be savage in causing respiratory problems: “Therefore the Lord will give you meat, and you shall eat. You shall eat not only one day, or two days, or hve days, or ten days, or twenty days, but for a whole month—until it comes out of your nostrils and becomes loathsome to you—because you have rejected the Lord who is among you and have wailed before him, saying, ‘Why did we ever leave Egypt?’” (vv. 18-20). It turns out that YHWH lacks empathy for those who gripe about scarcity. And then the Lord changes the subject from Israel’s scarcity to a question concerning God’s own power: “Is the Lord’s power limited? Now you shall see whether my word will come true for you or not” (v. 23). It is a rhetorical question. YHWH had no wonderment about YHWH’s own ca­ pacity, nor did Israel. The crisis is resolved by the arrival of abundant quail: “Then a wind went from the Lord, and it brought quails from the sea and let them fall beside the camp… about two cubits deep on the ground. So the people worked all that day and night and all the next day, gathering quails; the least anyone gathered was ten homers; and they spread them out for themselves all around the camp” (vv. 31-32). But the outcome is an unhappy one, because the anger of the Lord was kindled. They got the food for which they had hoped, but with the abundance, they got wrath. They


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    were not careful about what they had asked for! The narrative ends in abundance as did Exodus 16. In the end, however, the real issue is not abundance. It is coming to terms with the rule of YHWH. Life will be on YHWH’s terms that render the issue of scarcity/abundance of lesser urgency. As with so much of Israel’s faith narrative, the matter is less than satisfactorily resolved. The other great moment of scarcity is the exilic experience of Israel when its leadership was displaced from its assured security and power. The Book of Lamenta­ tions is a script for such loss of abundance. While the paradigmatic narrative of Moses receives some good resolve, the Book of Lamentations, like real life, characteristically awaits resolve. In Lamentations 2:12, the voicing of deep grief comes down to food. Even the babies go hungry! “They cry to their mothers, ‘Where is bread and wine?’ as they faint like the wounded in the streets of the city, as their life is poured out on their mothers’ bosom” (Lamentations 2:12). As elsewhere in these long songs of grief, there is no answer or resolve. The scar­ city is left unaddressed. The crisis is reiterated in Lamentations 4:4-5: “The tongue the infant sticks to the roof of its mouth for thirst; the children beg for food, but no one gives them anything. Those who feasted on delicacies perish in the streets; those who were brought up in purple cling to ash heaps” (Lamentations 4:4-5). Again it is the “infant” and “the children,” the ultimate measure of misery. There is no response. There is no offer of deliverance. There is no sign of old promises of wellbeing or feed. The tone of the whole is one of guilt and punishment. This tone makes this scenario quite unlike the Moses narrative in which there are both bread and forgiveness. There is none of that here, because we have moved from a paradigmatic sketch to real life. And in real life, as the Bible knows, there is scarcity. The real experienced problem of scarcity means that the voiced grief of the Book of Lamentations will remain unresolved and open-ended. This is unmistakably clear in the enigmatic conclusion of the final poem. Tod Linafelt renders the verse this way:4 “Lor if you truly have rejected us, bitterly raged against us… ”(5:22). Linafelt judges that the ending is “left trailing off,” “remains unanswered,” “remains incomplete,” and “is left opening out into the emptiness of God’s nonresponse.” This cold raw reality of scarcity mocks as a deep challenge to Israel’s base-line assumption of abundance. A case can be made that the Book of Lamentations receives a response and assurance in II Isaiah, most prominently in Isaiah 55:

    Ho, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters; and you that have no money, Come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price. Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread, and your labor for that which does not satisfy? (Isaiah 55:1-2)

    That however is not an adequate answer to the unbearable moment of scarcity that is voiced by Israel. We might wish for a more direct and immediate resolve of scar­ city. But we do not get such resolve every time, not for sure, and not in this instance. Not every lived reality is well answered by faith, even by the wonder of wilderness manna. Thus the struggle of “The Deep Claim” and the “Ancient Anguish” is a defin­ ing biblical reality and task of faith as it pertains to the real life of the world. The hard


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    work of faith is to adjudicate, in a variety of unyielding circumstances, between the deep claim of faith and the quotidian reality of the world. It is in this clash that we live. That hard work requires that we be, at the same time, fully trusting in the claim and that we be fully honest about the anguish. It is in such circumstance of scarcity that we find out if we are able to trust, when we know that the reality of our life in the world is not readily overcome by our best mantras of faith.

    III. Our Contemporary Doubt We have inherited the task of adjudicating between the claim of abundance and the anguish of scarcity. The task of adjudicating between grown produce and things manufactured does not aim at an exclusionary either/or. But it also does not seek a “middle way” of finding “balance” between the two. The intent, rather, is to ask about the deepest gifts that come from God and sources of our most elemental satisfactions as God’s creatures. While we work at the task, moreover, we have ringing in our ears the verdict of Jesus, “You cannot serve God and wealth (Mammon)” (Matthew 6:24, Luke 16:13). The matter is urgent among us because we now face, amid the virus, an acute reality of scarcity: “The pandemic has challenged this view of abundance. We don’t have enough tests, masks, ICLI beds, ventilators. In the coming months we face shortages of jobs, money, food and basic supplies. Scarcity may not be our theology, but it is our reality. How should we think—and—preach about God’s overflowing providence in a time of scarcity?”5 Perhaps that reality should not surprise us. Moses had already declared, “There will never cease to be some in need on the earth” (Deut. 16:11). Or more familiarly, “The poor will always be with you” (see Matthew 26:11, Mark 14:7, John 12:8). The poor of course are the desperate carriers of scarcity. They always have scar­ city hist. And even now amid the virus, there are those who experience no scarcity of masks, ventilators, or any other requirement (see David Geffen on his yacht! Or note that professional athletes can get tested any time they want). The matter of scar­ city is so ordinary and now so glaring that we may conclude that the arithmetic of Thomas Malthus and David Ricardo is decisive, namely, that the earth cannot sustain abundance and expansive population. There is not enough to go around. Perhaps so, and if true, then our usual theology of abundance (that is the basis of “stewardship” in the church) needs to be radically revised. I am not ready to accept that fatalistic judgment. Here are three thoughts that I have had about the present “pandemic of scarcity.” 1. It is important to recognize that for many of us, this is the hist time that it is our scarcity. We have known by the hearing of the ear about scarcity for a long time, but it was not ours. It was always “some orphan in India” or some “disadvantaged” nation or some “less fortunate” neighborhood remote from us. That remote scarcity has long required our attention, but it has not theretofore been experienced by “us” as a theological crisis. Now, however, the scarcity is very close to “us,” and cannot be disregarded. Now it is a white scarcity while we have been content with scarcity among poor Blacks. The indexes of the pandemic suggest no factoring out by race, no privilege for whites. Now we are at American scarcity. We have long judged the LIS as God’s chosen people, or more “patriotically” made a claim of exceptionalism. Thus scarcity ought to be elsewhere because we are without doubt “the richest nation in the world.” Now the scarcity is enough to shake some of our confidence in our


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    ready claim of exceptionalism. I suppose, moreover, that one could even say that this now is male scarcity, because the virus is without gender distinction while heretofore it may have been that women were generally more vulnerable. We now recognize that we face white scarcity, American scarcity, and perhaps unusual male scarcity. Thus I propose it is not scarcity that evokes a theological crisis. It is rather that it is our scarcity, and we can no longer assume privilege and exemption. If this is a correct analysis, then the theological crisis is not the loss of abundance (that always occurs somewhere!) but rather our new circumstance in solidarity with others who have long faced scarcity. Thus the problem is not theologi­ cal; it is sociological and economic, with the inescapable wonderment, “Who gets what?” and “Who decides who gets what?” We are, as white Americans, placed in a situation that is wholly unfamiliar to us, so that we may ask, “How do we speak of abundance and scarcity when we find ourselves now in the company of those who have lived forever in scarcity?” Our loss of privileged exemption may now cause us to embrace Malthus, who in like manner was informed by social advantage that he found under challenge and threat. This means, I take it, not that abundance is not on offer, but that it is not peculiarly on offer to us, thus exposing an assumed privilege that came with vast and expansive consumer comfort. 2. The matter of abundance and scarcity, claim and anguish, is made more complex by the interplay of things manufactured and growth produced. As long as we have remained focused on produce grown, we have stayed close to the granular quality of creation and have, perforce, remained close to local neighborly reality. As produce grown has become a salable commodity via agribusiness, we have confused produced growth with things manufactured. As a result, even crop produce, garden­ ing, chickens, and cattle have come to be mass produced commodities that have been loosened from the felt rhythms of creation that in turn have slackened the link to the local. As we have made the move to regard the gifts of creation as commodities, it has been an easy step to conclude that our wellbeing consists in an accumulation of com­ modities, that is, in things manufactured. The marketers have knowingly recognized that growth produced is not a very marketable item; we see very little advertising for grown produce. What we see, rather, is marketeering for things manufactured, espe­ cially the Big Three of drugs, computers, and cars. Thus we are readily seduced into imagining that the promised abundance of gospel faith consists in things manufactured such as drugs, computers, cars, and masks and ventilators. According to the ideology of commodity, we can only conclude that we face a season of acute scarcity. If, however, the true abundance of human life, or more largely creaturely life, is in relational reality and organic connection to produce grown, we might judge that our God-given abundance is not in things manufactured but in growth produced. Grown produce has intrinsic to it a neighborly component, whereas things manufactured tend toward private ownership, use, and accumulation. Grown produce, moreover, draws us closer to local intentionality that tells against excessive mobility. It is likely the case that in time to come we will not have an abundance of things manufactured that depends on fossil fuel. Things manufactured of course add to our creaturely comfort and convenience but do not in a commensurate way contribute to happiness, even while they damage and deplete the resources of creation to be needed in coming generations. We may end up, in the familiar words of Harry Emerson Fosdick, “Rich in things and poor in soul.”7 It is perhaps not a given that being “rich in things” need


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    result in “poor in soul,” but we know enough and have seen enough that excessive reliance on commodities does indeed diminish our functioning in “the image of God” as responsible overseers of the creation. We may think again about the seductions of an imagined abundance of commodities that invite us away from our creaturely vocation. (Even ventilators, it may turn out, may rob us of the dignity and wellbeing of living toward our deaths embedded in serious companionship. It is entirely likely, dear reader, that in a like circumstance, this writer would also want a ventilator.) 3. A third interpretive thought has occurred to me. Our excessive embrace of things manufactured is perhaps propelled by “the desires of the flesh.” Paul’s primary catalogue of “the desires of the flesh” is augmented by two subsequent catalogues:

    Now the works of the flesh are obvious: fornication, impurity, licentiousness, idolatry, sorcery, enmities, strife, jealously, anger, quarrels, dissensions, envy, drunkenness, carousing, and things like these. (Gal. 5:19-21)

    They have lost all sensitivity and have abandoned themselves to licentious­ ness, greedy to practice every kind of impurity…. But fornication and impurity of any kind, or greed, must not even be mentioned among you… no forni­ cator or impure person, or one who is greedy (that is, an idolater) has any inheritance in the kingdom of Christ and of God. (Ephesians 4:19, 5:3-5)

    Put to death, therefore, whatever in you is earthly: fornication, impurity, passion, evil desire, greed (which is idolatry).. .anger, wrath, malice, slander, and abusive language from your mouth. (Col. 3:3:3-8)

    These several banned behaviors portray an individual who is completely autono­ mous without any answerability to God or to neighbor (see Luke 18:4). Brigitte Kahl shows, moreover, that such desires of the flesh are not an innate part of the human person, as much of the Augustinian tradition has insisted, but are rather facets of “the law of Rome,” “The combat order of Caesar’s empire.”8

    In an up-front attack on the competitive of system of euergetism/benefactions , which, as we have seen, is a key feature of imperial order in a Roman province like Galatia, “works” are declared to be no longer the showcase of the self in the public race for status… .The “new” law of Christ (5:6,6:2) does not abandon Jewish law as such but rather the competitive and combative hierarchy of self and other that is at the core of Roman imperial nomos9

    It is an easy and obvious move from the “combat order” of Caesar to the iron law of the market in competitive economics that has been so frankly formulated by Milton Friedman.10 That “law of the market,” as in the “order of Caesar,” has pre­ sented individual competitiveness as the proper ordering and administration of life resources. It is the self under such a mandate who can ignore the neighbor, and who has no limit on self-possession, self-serving, self-sufficiency, or self-indulgence. We are able to see the “desires of the flesh” at work among us that slots the neighbor as a competitor for scarce goods. Once the insatiable self is made the measure of all


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    things, the satisfaction of appetites becomes defining, the accumulation of goods is irresistible, and the hoarding of surplus goods is inevitable. In the midst of the virus, we can see this destructive urge at work wherein the states that must compete for needed equipment only to learn that in the end, FEMA has “stolen” masks and ventilators away from the states. And even before that, it was a greedy concern to escalate the market that led to the nullihcation of federal planning for a coming pandemic. It is not difficult to trace the route from such “desires” to policy outcomes that are disastrous. It may be that there are not enough to go around. But we need not draw a conclusion about cosmic scarcity. We need only look at the ideology that propels the desires of the flesh to understand how scarcity appears among us. It may well be that the declaration of Moses concerning “the poor always” is true. It may well be that Malthus and Ricardo are correct. I think not. I think rather that our society is addicted to a fearful greediness that causes scarcity where it need not be. It is unnerving that Paul could declare that those who live by the desires of the flesh “will not inherit the kingdom of God,” that is, such anti-neighbor action precludes participation in a coming future of generous wellbeing (Gal. 5:21). Such practice as­ sures that there will not be twelve baskets of abundance left over—not even seven!

    IV. Our Alternative Prospect In the midst of a predatory economy that means to devour all resources and all vulnerable neighbors, the people gathered around Jesus are committed to the prac­ tice of abundance that is characteristically demanding, inconvenient, and decisively counter-cultural. 1. We are participants in a contest between bean-counters and story-tellers. If we rely on the bean-counters, it is easy enough to see that we live in an economy of scarcity. As a result, many economists, following Friedman, can define economics as a study of “the distribution of scarce resources.” We, however, do not permit the bean-counters to have the final say about scarcity and abundance. It turns out that abundance is not arithmetic. It is rather episodic and is sustained by story-tellers who remember for us one-off happenings when abundance inexplicably arrived. Thus: ■ abundance is the day bread arrived inexplicably in the wilderness; ■ abundance is the tale of five loaves and two fish, twice performed; ■ abundance is free lunches fixed by a single mom of six in our town who has turned her hamburger joint into free food for needy children; ■ abundance is an insurance company that waived premiums in order to protect the unemployed; ■ abundance is a government action to provide adequate income for those who cannot pay their rent; ■ abundance is a bank that defers or cancels student debt; ■ abundance is double-shift nurses and doctors who give themselves over to the virus infected. Abundance is action that defies the bean-counters and insists that in the deepest part of our common life, we are not competitors. We are rather generous sharers who risk resources on behalf of neighbors. Perhaps story-tellers can rarely defeat bean-counters. That, however, is our common vocation in the gospel. We believe that most of the time, the bean-counters are not only giving us data but are exercising control. And we refuse, at our best, to


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    remain in such a calculus. That leaves us with the worrisome wonderment, “Are such stories true?” And we do not know. We only risk retelling them because we “love to tell the story.” So here is a bottom-line story of the conflict of a bean-counter and an alternative actor. In II Kings 6:8-23, the King of Syria (Aram) is deployed as a threat to Israel. The King of Syria pursues Elisha, the source of intelligence leaks. His army surrounds Elisha’s house. Elisha’s servant sees the assemblage of horses and chariots outside the house and is frightened. He can count! He sees how many there are. But Elisha, who regularly defies the bean-counters by appeal to alternative resources, assures his servant: “Do not be afraid, for there are more of us than there are with them” (v. 16). The servant is bewildered. He can count only two of “us, ” Elisha and himself! But then the servant has his eyes opened. He saw! The mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha (v. 17). Who knew? Well, Elisha knew and then his servant knew, and then the King of Syria came to know. And then the story is kept for us, and we get to decide if the story is reliable enough for us to act alternatively. The truth of the gospel depends on such tales of abundance. Such tales rarely persuade a bean-counter. But it did in the case of the servant, and it might again sometime soon; we never know. And when we are persuaded out of our bean-counting mode, all kinds of astonishingly abundant things happen! 2. What may happen is that we come to see that growth produced is a more reli­ able resource than things manufactured. In the Elisha story, the things manufactured are chariots, armor, swords, and all kinds of “might.” But the tale culminates with the offer of growth produced, that is, “a great festival” reconciliation, of wine and meat and vegetables that overcame the hostility that had evoked the weapons. In the midst of the virus, we are coming to recognize, here and there, that our wellbeing is not defined principally by things manufactured. They make our life more convenient, to be sure, and sometimes more secure, but they do not bring the kinds of satisfaction we most deeply crave. Thus on one page one day in the New York Times, we get this remarkable testimony to otherwise:11

    -Sarah Lyall: “The other day we had a (non-Covid-related) health scare at my house, and the great outpouring of sympathy and kindness and practi­ cal help that flowed over my phone late into the night and through the next day—I will never forget it. With everything going on, our little group is such a small thing, but it feels like a gig thing. It feels like life-line. It feels like love.” -Katherine Rosman: “That was the sole purpose of the get-together, to belt out that song off-key and at the top of our lungs. It was cathartic, it was funny, it was energizing. Then we each returned to the new realities of our homes, families, and jobs, clinging to the boost that being unfiltered with your friends can give and which goes on and on and on and on.”

    -John Branch: “It’s my heightened sense, especially at night. The stars are brighter than ever, the Big Dipper tipped as if pouring out unfamiliar stars looking to be notice… .Critters rustling in the ivy, light rain dripping into the gutters, late-night whispers of my teenage daughter….! noticed a


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    spot of grass riffling amid the calm sea of blades. It was an unseen mole, chewing on roots. I am numbed to the outside world but a quarantined superhero of the senses.” -Manny Fernandez: “Mrs. Burdock told the [second grade] class she wanted to play a game. She would say a word, and then everyone had to hnd an object that began with the last letter of that word… .My daughter tore through rooms… .Things fall apart. Second grade carries on.” -Taffy Brodesser-Akner: “I’ve seen beautiful things: people coming together, the healthy checking on the sick, the able grocery shopping for the stricken, applause for medical workers, but the thing that has stayed with me the most was two weeks ago, when the bat mitzvah of my dear friends ’ daughter Rose was cancelled… .A few of the women who are part of the women-only theater group…recorded…the extremely melodic introduction to the ceremony of calling her up to Torah. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen… .The story of a girl’s cancelled bat mitzvah became the story of much everyone loved her.”

    There is no need to be romantic about it; we still use our phones and screens. We still require masks and ventilators. In the midst of that, however, we are drawn to another register of reality that is marked by generous specihcities we had not noticed. Our pursuit of things manufactured had caused us not to notice. When we notice, we see gift-giving generosity that comes toward us, even in spite of our obduracy. 3. Paul voices an alternative to “the desires of the flesh.” He terms them “the fruit of the Spirit”: “By contrast, the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against such things” (Gal. 5:22-23). These are not self-willed virtues. They are gifts that rush upon us by the work of God’s Spirit who refuses to be contained within our fearful ideologies. The bet that Paul makes is that the rush of God’s Spirit can override the claims of “the flesh.” Or to out it otherwise, the urge of abundance will overcome the fearful drive toward scarcity. It is quite remarkable that Paul’s two catalogues of “the desires of the flesh” (5:1921 ) and “the fruit of the Spirit” (5:22-23) are sandwiched by his two symmetrical articulations of what is at stake. Before the catalogues he asserts: “For the whole law is summed up in a single commandment, ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself’” (5:14). And after the catalogues, Paul urges: “Bear one another’s burdens and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ” (6:2). The self is deeply and wholly bound to the neighbor; there is no other viable existence. It is the alternative claim of the gospel (as of the Torah!) that connection to the neighbor is a channel for abundance. It turns out that abundance is not simply a gift or a guarantee. It is at the same time a practice. It is the day-to-day exercise of mobilization of resources and energy for the wellbeing of the neighborhood. That sustained engagement, moreover, generates even more resources. Indeed, even the land is more willing to produce more growth when it is regarded as a creaturely mate according to the fruit of the spirit. Or conversely, the land is more grudging when it is treated by commodity-based agribusiness. Creaturely response is more positive and life-sustaining in all its parts of God’s world when treated according to the generous intent of the creator.


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    In this season of scarcity, the gospel claim of abundance stands as a powerful counter-cultural insistence. That insistence does not dispute the reality of serious scar­ city. It insists only that scarcity is not the deep truth of our life, and that the practice of abundance is an effective mode of resistance to that scarcity. The gospel thus is an invitation: -to choose grown produce rather than things manufactured; – to receive the fruit of the Spirit as an alternative to the desires of the flesh; -to love and tell the stories well. It is true that Moses declared, “There will never cease to be those in need on the earth” (Deut. 15:11). That verdict is most often taken as a statement of resignation and a relief from any obligation to care about those carriers of scarcity. But that is because it is not often enough noticed that in the same instruction Moses also asserted: ‘There will be on one in need among you” (v. 4). The move from “never cease on earth” to “no one in need” is accomplished, for Moses, through the practice of debt cancella­ tion, that is, the practice of generous neighborly abundance. There is no doubt that the leverage of debt sustains an economy of scarcity.12 But it need not be so. Jews and Christians are mandated to otherwise. The defeat of the power of scarcity is not an act of magic from above. It is rather an act of neighborliness from below. It is the sum of the gospel ethic. It is a mandate that is sustained by credible story-tellers who love to tell the story.

    Notes 1. See Roland Boer, The Sacred Economy of Ancient Israel (Louisville: Westminster John Knox Press, 2015). 2. Wendell Berry, “Local Knowledge in an Age of Information,” The Way of Ignorance and Other Es­ says (Washington DC: Shoemaker and Hoard, 2005). 3. See Alan E. Lewis, Between Cross and Resurrection: A Theology of Holy Saturday (Grand Rapids: Eerdmans, 2001). 4. Tod Linafelt, Surviving Lamentations: Catastrophe, Lament, and Protest in the Afterlife of a Biblical Book (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2000), 60-61. 5. A Prospectus for the future planning of Journal for Preachers. 6. James C. Scott, Against the Grain: A Deep History of the Earliest States (New Haven: Yale University Press, 2017) has traced the way in which the storage and transport of grain, in contrast to more fragile crops, made possible the wealth and power that permitted the formation of early empires. 7. Harry Emerson Fosdick, “God of Grace and God of Glory,” Glory to God (Louisville: Westminster John Knox Press, 2013), 307. 8. Brigitte Kahl, Galatians Reimagined: Reading with the Eyes of the Vanquished (Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 2010), 270. 9. Ibid, 271-272. 10. See Milton Friedman, Capitalism and Freedom (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1962). 11. The New York Times (April 21, 2020) A15. 12. See David Graeber, Debt: The First 5000 Years (New York; Melville House, 2011).

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    The Joy of hex and the Language of Glory in Psalm 19

    William P. Brown

    Columbia Theological Seminary, Decatur, Georgia

    Think of the “Psalms” and what likely comes to mind is either the anguish of lament or the ecstasy of praise. But what about the love of law? Such love marks the beginning of the Psalter: “Their delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law they meditate day and night” (NRSV Ps 1:2). Moreover, the longest psalm in the Psalter (Psalm 119) reflects just how “love sick” the psalmist is with God’s “law” or torn. Though few in number yet strategically placed throughout the Psalter, the so-called “Torah Psalms” (Psalms 1, 19, 119), exhibit their own share of heightened pathos, directed, however, not to God but toward God’s torn. I admit I never appreciated these psalms until I climbed to the top of Mt. Sinai some years ago—not the biblical Sinai where Moses was said to receive the tablets of the Decalogue, whose location remains forever uncertain,1 but the traditional site of Mt. Sinai near St. Catherine’s Monastery in the southern part of the Sinai Peninsula, a destination for pilgrims for at least two thousand years. Yes, it’s the rugged mountain featured in Cecil B. DeMille’s most famous movie The Ten Commandments (1956) with Charlton Heston. Jehel Musa is ascended by foot and/or by camel early in the morning in order to reach the summit before sunrise. Why so early? I was about to find out. On an early August morning, our group reached the top, panting hard, in the pre-dawn dusk only to discover at least a hundred other Sinai enthusiasts waiting for the hi st rays of the sun, many having camped over­ night. As the sun burst upon the horizon, most of us took out our cameras to capture the moment. But amid all the clicking (this was before iPhones), I could distinctly hear words recited in English and other languages: “The heavens are declaring the glory of God….” As the sun slowly rose above the distant mountains, we heard, “In the heavens he has set a tent for the sun, which comes out like a bridegroom from his wedding canopy” (NRSV), and two verses later: “The law of the LORD is perfect, reviving the soul.” It dawned on me how fitting that Psalm 19 was recited to greet the sun on top of the “Mountain of Moses,” as if it were written for just such an oc­ casion! On that morning and on that summit, Psalm 19 came to life visually as well as verbally, a sound and light show. And so it happens on every clear morning.

    Psalm on the Summit It is no coincidence that the editors of the Psalter positioned Psalm 19 on top of a literary mountain, or vertical chiasm, beginning with Psalm 15 and concluding with Psalm 24.

    Psalm 19 Psalm 18 Psalms 20-21 Psalm 17 Psalm 22 Psalm 16 Psalm 23 Psalm 15 Psalm 24


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    The chiasm becomes obvious in view of the kinds of psalms that surround Psalm 19. Psalms 15 and 24 are corresponding entrance liturgies, Psalms 16 and 23 are songs of trust, Psalms 17 and 22 are lament psalms, and Psalms 18, 20, and 21 are royal psalms. In any chiastic arrangement, the reader’s attention is directed to what is outermost and innermost. In this case, the entrance liturgies (Psalms 15 and 24) suggest that the arrangement is more than just concentric. Because both psalms make reference to God’s “holy mountain” or “hill” (15:1; 24:3), the overall arrangement of this cluster takes on a distinctly topographical shape, with Psalm 19 assuming the “summit” of the arrangement. Psalm 19, in other words, is the “king of the hill” of psalms! So what is it about Psalm 19 that is deemed worthy of such literary elevation? C. S. Lewis considered Psalm 19 to be “the greatest poem in the Psalter and one of the greatest lyrics in the world,”2 and for good reason. Bursting with hymnic power, the psalm conjures a world replete with arresting metaphors and surprising connections. It’s what a good poem does. But there is much more going on in this psalm than poetic flair. I invite you to read through this translation (NBV)3 to see if you would agree.

    1. The heavens are declaring the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims his handiwork. 2. Day to day spews forth speech; and night to night dispenses knowledge. 3. There is no speech, nor are there words; their voice cannot be heard. 4. Yet their voice”4 goes forth throughout all the earth, their words to the end of the world. For the sun, [God] has set a tent in the heavens, 5. which goes forth like a bridegroom from his wedding canopy, rejoicing like a warrior running the path. 6. From one end of the heavens is its rising, and its completed circuit is at the other end. Nothing is hidden from its heat. 7 8 9 10

    7. YHWH’s law is impeccable, restoring the self. YHWH’s decrees are sure, imparting wisdom to the simple. 8. YHWH’s precepts are straight, gladdening the heart. YHWH’s commandment is clear, giving light to the eyes. 9. Reverence5 of YHWH is pure, enduring forever. YHWH’s rulings are true, altogether righteous. 10. They are more desirable than gold, more than abundant fine gold, sweeter than honey, even honey flowing from the honeycomb.


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    1 l.To be sure, your servant is enlightened6 by them; in observing them there is great reward. 12. Who can discern (my) errors? Clear me of hidden sins! 13. Even from willful sins7 deliver your servant! Let them not gain mastery over me! Then I will attain complete integrity, and be innocent of great iniquity. 14. May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable to you, YHWH, my rock and my redeemer.

    A lot goes on in Psalm 19 as it moves from the celestial to the political and the personal, three interrelated domains matched by three different forms of discourse: testimonial hymn, instruction, and prayer. The connecting thread in all three sections is the power of divine discourse as attested visually in God’s creation, verbally in God’s torn, and existentially in a person’s life. The psalm begins with a description of creation’s communication of God’s glory. Next comes God’s verbal communica­ tion as found in the guiding and enlivening force of torn. The third section, a prayer, articulates the result of embodying God’s torn, specifically the purging of sin. By their juxtaposition, the psalm weds together two distinct “voices”: creation and torn. Although quite distinct, both domains are deeply interrelated in the psalm. In the eyes (and ears) of the psalmist, creation and torci provide two complementary modes of divine discourse: God’s “world” and God’s “word,” or perhaps one could say today: science and Scripture. Psalm 19 thus provides a powerful hermeneutical framework that comes to be deeply embedded in Christian tradition, beginning at least with John Chrysostom (ca. 347-407) and Augustine (354-430) and extending to John Calvin (1509-1564) and Galileo (1564-1642).8 Augustine, for example, referred to creation as God’s “great big book,”9 about which he said, “Look carefully at it from top to bottom, observe it, read it…. Observe heaven and earth in a religious spirit” (p. 226). That “religious spirit, ” however, did not mean for Augustine rejecting the findings of science in favor of, say, the three-tiered model of the universe depicted in Genesis 1. To the contrary, Augustine found it shameful for Christians to make empirical claims about creation by means of Scripture (Literal Meaning of Genesis, I, xix, 39).10 Rather, it is a matter of duty and delight that God’s “two books” be read together, for God is the author of both. One need look no further for biblical backing than Psalm 19, which binds together God’s world and word into a seamless whole. As “the heavens are telling the glory of God” (v. 1), so “the precepts of YHWH” gladden “the heart,…enlighten­ ing the eyes” (v. 8). Indeed, it is with such eyes that one “reads” God’s world along with God’s word. Making a bolder claim than Karl Barth, the psalmist challenges us to read the Bible in one hand and the whole world in the other (not to say that the New York Times doesn’t help). The psalm invites us to interpret God’s word and world together on the lookout for God’s glory, whether in the world, in the text, or in oneself. As creation communicates God’s glory for all the world to see and hear, so torci imparts God’s guidance for all the self to embody—mind, body, and soul.


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    Psalm 19 in Depth The psalm begins with a hymnic testimony of creation’s discursive power. The heavens and the celestial dome (“firmament”) communicate God’s “glory,” the transcendent, effulgent “weightiness” (kabod) of divine presence that, in this case, is perceived from the vastness and fullness of the celestial sphere (cf. Ps 8:3-4). And with “glory” communicated comes “knowledge” imparted, day by day and night by night. Set on equal functional footing, day and night impart discursive knowledge, as if they were constant conversation partners. Such is the rhythmic “beat” of God’s celestial glory. Even as we sleep, God’s cosmic discourse is constantly “streaming live. ” One might think today of the ever-present “cosmic background radiation, ” the primordial “hum” of the universe set by the Big Bang over thirteen billion years ago. Or one might consider “gravitational waves,” ripples in spacetime that have only recently been detected by supersensitive instruments. For the psalmist, divine discourse is also manifest in the varying movements of the celestial bodies: the sun, the moon, the stars, and the wandering planets throughout the seasons, all testify­ ing to the dynamically intricate orderliness of creation. Day and night constitute the universal medium of divine glory and knowledge, ever constant, ever present, and for all to discern. What they impart, however, is not necessarily verbal or auditory, according to the psalmist. Day and night, along with their ruling agents (see Gen 1:16-18), are silent communicators; what knowledge they impart is visually, rather than verbally, medi­ ated. They communicate via “body language,” as it were, that is, in their movements across the sky—language in motion. Creation, the psalmist affirms, is discursive; it is the communicative arena of God’s glory, a claim that comes close to being divinatory . Throughout the ancient Near East, divination was employed to reveal hidden matters, including the future, through the use of omens to establish the correct course of action, as in the case of a king preparing for battle. Everything from inspecting sheep entrails (extispicy) to studying the heavens (astrology) for signs was employed in order to discern the plans of the gods. The practice was forbidden in ancient Israel, which of course meant that it was, in fact, practiced.11 Indeed, the casting of lots and the use of the Urim and Thummim come close to divination. But the psalmist handily avoids such implications by deploying the vivid example of the sun. The sun is celebrated not for its divinatory power but for its demonstra­ tion of God’s glory in the created order. The second half of v. 4 shifts the focus from the panorama of the cosmos to a particular celestial orb, the one that in Pentateuchal tradition “rules the day” (Gen 1:16). The sun has its own prescribed path (Ps 19:5b). But the sun’s starting point is its “tent” in the sky, provided by God, where it resides and rests in order to start every new day. Mythology turns to metaphor as the poet likens the sun to a “bridegroom ” and the “tent ” to a “wedding canopy. ” The metaphor prompts the question as to who is the sun’s partner? In a Sumerian/Akkadian bilingual prayer, the sun has his repose with Aya, the goddess of the dawn, his beloved spouse. Psalm 19 is a case of metaphor playfully and masterfully drawn from mythology.12 A second metaphor, specifically simile, likens the sun to a “warrior” (gibbor) rejoic­ ing as it runs the “path” (v. 4b). Nothing explicitly militaristic is suggested here; the image of the warrior deployed in this context would be dynamically equivalent to the athlete today, a human embodiment of agility and strength. Together, the two


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    metaphorical images suggest that the sun is the prime celestial example of God’s glory as it traverses the sky, from east to west with such vigor. At the same time, however, the sun also offers a paradigmatic response to God’s glory: it sets about its prescribed path unwaveringly and with exuberance. Metaphorically, the sun does double duty by communicating God’s glory and responding to it. The final reference to its “heat” testifies to the sun’s power to illumine and warm the earth, which can be both lifegiving and oppressive (cf. Ps 121:6). There is no hiding from the sun’s radiant power. Similar to creation, divine “law” (torn) is also regarded as discursively effica­ cious. As the psalm’s centerpiece, this section is crafted with fine poetic balance and repetition (vv. 7-10). Various legal terms for God’s instruction are listed, followed by their attributes and impacts. Several terms are found in Pentateuchal polity: “law” (torn), “decree” (‘edut), “commandment” (miswd), and “rulings ” (mispatmi). The one exception is “precepts” (piqqudim), a term found largely in Psalm 119, which features the most extensive taxonomy of tord in the Bible. Just as the terms for torci are varied in Psalm 19, so also are toms attributes, from “impeccable” (temimd) to “pure” {tehora). Indeed, as v. 10 makes clear, YHWH’s instructions are of ultimate value, exceeding that of pure gold and rich honey. It is as if the psalmist is proclaiming, “O taste and see that the Law is good!” (cf. Ps 34:8). But that is not all: the supreme value of torci is also evidenced in the benefits it ex­ tends to the human self: restoration, renewal, wisdom, joy, enlightenment, and life. Note the subtle parallels with the preceding creation hymn: YHWH’s “precepts” are “straight” (yesartm; v. 8a), like the sun’s “path” across the sky. YHWH’s command­ ment gives “light to the eyes” (v. 8b), as much as the sun radiates light and heat (v. 8b). The self’s renewal (vv. 7a, 8a) could not be more vividly illustrated than in the sun’s vigorous and joyous trek across the sky (v. 5). One could say that the efficacy of torci is derived from its solar power! The theological relationship between the psalm’s hist two sections remains a matter of debate. As the centerpiece of the psalm, does torci supersede creation in Psalm 19? Or are torci and creation cast as complementary arenas of God’s glory and knowledge? Yes. If both sections were originally independent (vv. l-5a and vv. 5a1 Iff), their deliberate linkage effectively shifts the center of gravity from a heliocentric to a torn-centric poetic hymn. Creation as the medium of God’s glory prefaces tord as the medium of God’s guidance. Nevertheless, the inclusion of the sun to culminate the hi st section is no accident. In Mesopotamian religion, the sun, Samas, was typically given the role of law-giver. Thus, the conjunction of sun and tord is a “natural” ht, mythologically speaking, for the psalmist. However, the psalmist revises the connection in a signihcant way. The sun is no longer cast as the cosmic source of torn, but as a cosmic follower of tord. In the hands of the psalmist, the sun is not the divine agent of law and justice, contra Babylonian mythology, but a celestial observer of law and justice, indeed, model of tord piety. Moreover, the sun does not hy with fiery wings or is enthroned above the waters or is carried by a cosmic barque, as attested in Egyptian and Mesopotamian lore. Instead, it simply follows its prescribed path, running it with joy. In the hands of the psalmist, the sun is thoroughly anthropomorphized for a purpose: to cast it as an exuberant embodiment of tord piety. In Psalm 19, the sun is “tord-sized. ”


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    But the association between creation and torei also cuts the other way. Reading tore! in light of a helio-oriented creation underlines tom’s lifegiving power. The poetic result is a tord that is “solarized.” Divine guidance is not just contained within the written tord for the individual; it is also projected throughout the cosmos. As Psalm 19’s much “bigger brother” claims,

    Forever, YHWH, does your word stand him in the heavens. Your faithfulness extends from one generation to the next; you have established the earth, and it stands fast. On account of your rules do they13 stand today; indeed, all things are your servants. Ps 119:89-91 (NBV)

    In this psalm of the law, God’s “word,” with its just “rules,” is cosmically con­ textualized and functionalized. Together, creation and tord reflect each other in both subtle and less than subtle ways. The most obvious link, however, is forged in the final section of Psalm 19, whereby the petitioner acknowledges the purgative power of tord, whose outcome is the attainment of integrity (13b), consonant with tord itself (v. 7a) and its attendant qualities: pure, clean, upright, and enduring. Purged of sin, delivered by God, the petitioner is the living embodiment of tord and, thus, a channel of God’s glory, no less. You are what you follow. The early church theologian Irenaeus picked up on this with his bold claim that “the glory of God is a human being fully alive” (Against Heresies IV. 20.7), to which the psalmist would add: the glory of God is all creation fully flourishing and God’s tord fully followed. For the psalmist, the law is no burden, but a source of human freedom: freedom from sin and freedom for following. Moreover, the tord that radiates with God’s glory proves that no one, not one, is above the law. The tord of the LORD is transcendent, so claims the psalmist. And so we strive for God’s glory all the time confessing, like the psalmist, how far we fall short of God’s glory. Perhaps the way forward is to regard every instance of moral understanding, every moment of ethical discernment, every occasion for edify­ ing wisdom as an opportunity for living into God’s glory, for the sake of God’s World.

    Notes 1 Given the Midianite connection of Moses’s father-in-law, Jethro, the biblical site of Mt. Sinai was most likely east of the Gulf of Aqaba, in the northwest part of the Arabian Peninsula. 2 C.S. Lewis, Reflections on the Psalms (New York: Harcourt, Brace, Jovanovich, 1958), 63. 3 The “New Brown Version” (aka my own translation). 4 As often suggested, the form (qawwam) is likely a textual corruption of an original qolam (“their voice,” so OG). 5 Or “fear of YHWH” (yir’ at yhwh). 6 The Hebrew verb fzhr carries the meaning of “warn, instruct” (e.g., Exod 18:20; Ezek3:18, 21; 33:89 ), as well as “shine” (Dan 12:3; cf. the nominal form in Ezek 8:2). The above translation captures the double meaning of the verb in this context. 7 The Hebrew zedtm can also be translated the “insolent” or “arrogant,” its most common meaning (e.g., Pss 86:14; 119:21, 51, 69, 78; Prov 21:24; Mai 3:15). However, the following petition in v. 13 (“do not let them gain mastery over me” [‘al-yimselu-bi) alludes to Gen 4:7, in which YHWH challenges Cain to resist sin of violence: “and if you do not do well, sin is lurking at the door; its desire is for you, but you must master it” (we’atta timsol-bd).” As Cain fails to master the impulse to commit fratricide, the


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    psalmist pleads to God that his sins not dominate him. 8 For a concise historical survey, see Peter J. Fless, “‘God’s Two Books’: Revelation, Theology, and Natural Science in the Christian West,” in Interdisciplinary Perspectives on Cosmology and Biologi­ cal Evolution (Australian Theological Forum Science and Theology Series 2; Flindmarsh, Australia: Australian Theological Forum, 2002), 19-5F 9 The Works of Saint Augustine: Sermons Part III (51-84), trans. Edmund FTill (Augustinian Fleritage Institute; New York: New York City Press, 1991) 255. 10 The Literal Meaning of Genesis, Volume 1, trans. John Hammond Taylor (Ancient Christian Writers 41; New York: Paulist Press, 1982). 11 E.g., Gen 30:27; 44:15; Deut 18:10; 2 Kgs 17:17; Ezek 13:6-7. 12 One wonders how the psalmist would reframe the celestial imagery in light of the fact that it is Earth’s own movement that is responsible for the sun’s apparent trek across the sky. 13 That is, the “earth” and the “heavens.

  • Near to the Color of Lent

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    Near to the Color of Lent

    Kristy Farber Mercer Island Presbyterian Church, Mercer Island, Washington

    The Office of Presidential Correspondence is the place where any letter or email you send to the President of the United States lands. It was founded under President McKinley in 1897 to help his administration address the 100 or so letters arriving for him every day. By the time Herbert Hoover was president three decades later, the office got about 800 letters daily. Today, the President gets tens of thousands of correspondences daily. People who write in have something they are looking for, something they are seeking, and even though they know it is unlikely that the president himself will see their message, they send it anyway. Because they need to be heard. Because they have nowhere else to go. Many of their letters start with phr ases like “I know no one will read this” or “this is probably a waste of time.” The President reads almost none of them. But someone does. A group of staff members from this office was interviewed during President Obama’s hnal year in office. At that time, 45 staffers, 35 interns, and 300 rotating volunteers read the thousands of letters sent daily to President Barack Obama. The staff shared how incredibly personal so many of the letters were. People would write things like “I’m staying up late at night because I can’t stop thinking about this,” or they would share something about their current life circumstances. Some of the letters were hlled with hope. Some with fear. Some were funny, some angry. Many were written by people feeling trapped in their personal situations, while others were lamenting the state of the world. One nine-year-old girl asked in her letter if the President could tell her how to make friends. In 2016, many began letters with “I’ve been meaning to write this for seven years,” knowing that this was their last chance to possibly get a word to the sitting president.1 I serve in a community that has recently suffered an immense amount of grief, and it keeps piling on. My people are sad. Together we have buried children and teenagers. We have seen tragic accidents and listened to one another asking “why” over and over again. Of course there are joyful moments and reasons to celebrate, and we take every chance we can to do just that. But our grief has been extraordinarily heavy. As a pastor in this community, I think about the letters to the president every time I sit in our sanctuary to pray for the people who will show up there. And the people who will never show up there. In addition to the grief that I know about, I think about the quiet pain people hold as they lie awake at night. I think about their anguish over the injustice of our world. These letters represent the people who at­ tend church as well as those who never come through the doors. They are the written cries of people who need an outlet to work through pain as they hold onto the hope that there might be something good on the other side of that pain. Every day there are tens of thousands of people writing letters, sitting up late at night, all alone, most of them knowing that they will never be read. I see this as a modern form of prayer, a way that people today are trying to wrestle with the fact that the world is not as it


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    should be, that our lives are not as they should be. And so, letter by letter, they write, hoping for an answer from the most powerful office in the human world. I thought about these thousands of daily letters as I read Peter Marty’s article in The Christian Century this summer entitled “Can clergy earn back the trust they’ve lost?” Marty writes,

    Pastors may not yet feel as irrelevant as travel agents, parking lot at­ tendants, or necktie sales clerks, but the influence of clergy has shrunk notably in the last two decades. Only 13 percent of regular churchgoers regularly seek advice from their clergy on ethical dilemmas or big deci­ sions. Eighty-eight percent of people who infrequently attend church “rarely” or “never” seek clergy input.2

    While clergy are not the only good option for people seeking advice in their lives, I do believe that what the church offers can meet a critical need in a world of growing isolation. The church is the place where, in community, we name the pain of the world and remind one another of the hope we know in Jesus. Curt and Nancy were two people for whom church meant a great deal. Deep into Lent one year, when they had just begun life as empty nesters, Nancy became unexpectedly ill. Her health worsened and, within two days, she died. Her death shook the whole community. The following Sunday Curt came to church by him­ self. It was Easter. He shared later,

    I went to church because it was what I knew to do. I sat in our regular pew on Easter Day. I was surprised to find the whole morning unsettling. The sanctuary was filled with lilies and daffodils. The choir was twice its usual size and the sound of brass instruments filled the air. All around me the congregation was singing “Christ the Lord is Risen Today!” The Easter hymn got stuck in my throat. It turned out that I couldn’t be­ lieve in the resurrection. Not after what had just happened to me. My world was spinning. I could not believe in any of it. I closed the hymn book, but I did not leave. As I listened to that congregation singing all around me all those Easter hymns that day, I realized that I didn’t have to believe in the resurrection right then. All around me were people who were believing in the resurrection for me, until I could believe it for myself again.

    The fact that fewer people are affiliating with the church does not mean that they no longer need what the church offers. The institutional church simply isn’t the vehicle that people are choosing to meet that need. All of us who work in the church know that people are more and more isolated. They are looking for something that is missing. This is a deep need that was once met in the local church. I see Lent as a very invitational time, one that meets people in every walk of their lives. Lent, if nothing else, tells the truth about what people are thinking and feeling. And we are desperate for people to tell the truth in the world, especially truths that speak to our greatest vulnerabilities. Lent is the place where our needs, in all their depth, encounter the holy texts,


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    songs, and practices of the church. Consider what a gift it could be for all the people who are up late at night, contemplating how the world is falling apart and their lives no longer make sense, to have a close encounter with the season of Lent in community, to seek hopeful meaning in the midst of the hard questions. This fall, at the church I am serving, we held a new member class for the whole congregation, inviting the whole church to join alongside those interested in member­ ship. During this time, a teacher from the Children’s Sunday school team led a lesson called “The Circle of the Church Year,” from the Godly Play curriculum. Some of our long-time members said that it was the hist time they’d understood the different seasons of the church. Like every Godly Play lesson, the time ended with a time of questions focused on wondering:

    I wonder why the Church tells time with colors? I wonder how the colors make you feel? I wonder where the colors go when you do not see them? I wonder if you have ever come close to these colors in the church?

    I love these questions. We should wonder where the colors go, where these sea­ sons go, when people stop coming to church. We should ask our congregations what happens to them when they come close to the colors in community. The color of Lent is a color of repentance. The color of Lent is serious, solemn, prayerful, and penitent. The color of Lent is active as it pries our fingers loose from the presumed securities that we grasp so tightly. The color of Lent moves us toward the cross. The color of Lent puts us smack dab into the middle of holy week. And the color of Lent moves us all the way to the promise of Easter. That is what the church offers. Lent takes us by the hand when the world around us is spinning and centers us. As church leaders and preachers, we get to help people encounter meaning in Lent. Candice Benbow is a theologian and writer who situates her work at the inter­ sections of beauty, faith, feminism, and culture. After the death of her mother and a season of incredible grief, she wrote about her experience with church and Lent. She writes,

    Last year, a friend asked what I would be giving up for Lent. I told him that because I’d already lost so much, I wasn’t intentionally giving up anything else. Mama had only been gone a few months and I was embarking on my hist Easter without her. I didn’t have the energy to fast from anything because it was taking every ounce of strength to make it through each day. Churchy and unconvinced that Lent wouldn’t be helpful, my friend told me that was why I needed to fast. He said I needed to be in a space where God could see my pain and honor my sacrifice… .1 called BS on that and ate Talenti and Haribo gummy bears for -10 days and -10 nights… .1 refused to believe that, in a season of great personal loss and confusion, God would require me to give up more.

    Benbow writes about how rather than fasting, she intentionally added joy to her life throughout Lent. Quiet trips to the beach, dancing, cooking classes, all of it cul­ minating by hosting an Easter dinner. “LTtimately,” she reflected, “we need pastors


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    and leaders to help us construct new understandings of who God is to us: that God is one who cares about our mental, physical, spiritual, and emotional health. We need people who will remind us that God is big enough to hold the times when we are not okay and loves us enough to want us well.”3 What Candice Benbow asked from friends and family was to be reminded of her identity. She needed to know that she was beloved by God. That God was with her. That the Kingdom of God was at hand. And that nothing—not life nor death nor any wilderness you can walk through—could take that away. I wonder if you have ever come close to these colors in church? I know church leaders who feel, every year, as if they need to take their congregations by the hand to try to force the experience of Lent into the lives of people. I’m not sure that is necessary. So many people are already living Lent. At times, our role could be to shape Lent and focus it, providing the community with a common language. The texts of Lent are an invitation into various deep and rich places in our lives. This year in Lent, my congregation needs to be ministered to by the Gospel and the promise of Easter that Lent walks us toward. They are already reminded, daily, that from dust they come and to dust they shall return. For those of us who are holding the weight of this world, the richness of Exodus 17 (Lent 3) and John 11 (Lent 5) is incredibly pastoral. They both give permission to question God, to grieve out loud, to sit in the pain of life’s fragility. Mary, Martha, and Lazarus in John 11 are more than props for a spiritual story, people trapped in death and grief. They are people whom Jesus sees, cries with, and to whom he brings comfort. The people of Israel in Exodus 17 are suffering because they don’t have enough water. They cry out to Moses and question the presence of God. “Is the Lord among us or not?” they ask. Is the Lord among us… or not? That is a question in the back of the minds of many people sitting in the pews of my congregation. And it is the question of so many people beyond our churches’ walls, wondering whether God has anything to do with this world. After the 2015 terrorist attacks in Paris, the poem “What They Did Yesterday Afternoon” went viral. It was written by poet and activist Warsan Shire and speaks to the complexity of personal and global pain people are experiencing.

    they set my aunts house on fire i cried the way women on tv do folding at the middle like a five pound note, i called the boy who use to love me tried to ‘ okay’ my voice i said hello he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?

    i’ve been praying, and these are what my prayers look like;

    dear god i come from two countries


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    one is thirsty the other is on fire both need water.

    later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt?

    it answered everywhere everywhere everywhere.4

    Is the Lord among us… or not? Our people wonder if they can ask that in church, if there is permission to speak the questions aloud. They are already asking these questions at home. They are asking them by themselves. They are asking them in desperation. What happens when this question can be asked in a community of faith, in a season where we journey toward Easter? When I hist arrived in my current congregation, the pastoral and worship team was trying to determine what services to hold during the season of Lent. Formal Good Friday services had been dropped years earlier in favor of putting more effort into the Maundy Thursday service. Ash Wednesday had such low attendance that it begged the question of whether we should keep going. (There had been only seven people in attendance the previous year). I was surprised by the low attendance, wondering if the church was full of people who viewed Lent as something that Presbyterians don’t do. (I had encountered that sentiment in my previous congregation). That wasn’t the case. People in the congregation were not against Lent and special Lenten services. They just didn’t have a context for it. Lent wasn’t on their radar. We found inspiration in Joel 2:1-2,12-17 for a revived push on Ash Wednesday. In this text the trumpet calls out twice to alert the people. The hist call sounds an alarm; the second calls together the assembly. Joel calls to all who typically gather in community, and he puts out a call to those who are regularly exempt—the youngest children, the oldest adults, and the newly married. The call is one to go deep, to rend hearts and not clothing. And it comes in the midst of a world that is spinning, where God calls for the people to repent, to turn around, to live more faithfully. Today the world is spinning. And there is so much that we need to repent of as a society. One does not need to attend church to see this truth. Our youth are calling for repentance over the ways we have not taken care of this incredible planet. We grapple with racial and social injustices, in our history and in our current practices. People are desperate for a place to talk honestly about this in community. The church is our spiritual outlet. Lent calls us to repent of the ways we have been unfaithful as a community, not simply as individuals. To work together as God’s people. The best way the church knows how to do that is to call people together in worship. As we thought about all of this in light of our Lenten services, we knew we wanted to provide a way for people in the church to come close to the color of Lent in church


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    even though attendance patterns weren’t all that encouraging. And we wanted to make it a call for all people, from youngest to oldest. Instead of canceling Ash Wednesday altogether, we doubled our services that day. We changed what had been one evening service on Ash Wednesday to two identical services during the day, one at 7:30am and one 12:00, planning around school schedules and retirement home shuttle schedules. We offered food for breakfast and lunch after each service. The accessibility made a huge difference. So did the promise of a meal where we took care of people’s bodily needs as well as their spiritual needs. That year nearly 100 people came close to the color of Lent in community. Ash Wednesday reminds us that despite what we think, Lent is not a private enterprise. We are called to do it in community, with everyone. And in community, the texts of Lent will meet us in personal ways. The whole point of Lent is to help prepare people to hold onto the promises of Easter. Lent gives us everything we need to do just that. Last year, on the hist Sunday of Lent, I walked into the sanctuary before the sun had come up in order to run through my sermon. I turned the lights on and was overwhelmed… with bowers, oodles of bowers. It seemed as though someone had maxed out their credit card at Mercer Island Florist. I have never seen so many bow­ ers in the sanctuary as I saw this year on the hist Sunday of Lent. Easter lilies, roses, sunhowers, you name the bower, and they were there. Cut bowers and potted plants. It seriously felt as if someone was pranking me in the nerdiest, most liturgical way imaginable. There was nothing I could do to change the sanctuary to the stark feel that we plan on for the Lenten season. I just moved a few pansies to one side and some Gerber daisies to the other so I could walk up to the pulpit. Just prior to worship, I learned that the bowers had been set up the night before for a memorial service to be held later that day for a parishioner at First Taiwanese Presbyterian Church, a congregation with whom we share space. It was a reminder that even though the ashes on our foreheads were barely washed off, we were able to turn aside to celebrate the resurrection, to celebrate the life of a loved one. There had. to be bowers that morning. There had. to be beauty and rejoicing. While this is not the typical way to observe Lent, I found this surprise, this sanctu­ ary of life on the brst Sunday of Lent, to be a gift for the people in my congregation who have indeed come very close to the color of Lent. This year, once again, my congregation is holding a great amount of grief and sadness. But we are going to hold on during Lent with the help of the holy text and holy space, and we are going to make it to Easter. And we will be surprised by hope the whole way.

    Notes 1 “Ten Letters for the President,” November 7, 2016, http://99percentinvisible.org/episode/ten-letterspresident /. 2 Peter Marty, “Can clergy earn back the trust they’ve lost?” The Christian Century. August 2, 2019, https://www.christiancentury.org/article/publisher/can-clergy-earn-back-public-trust-they-ve-lost. 3 Candice Benbow, “For Sisters with Nothing Left to Give up for Lent,” CandiceBenbow.com, February 28, 2017, https://www.candicebenbow.com/post/for-sisters-with-nothing-left-to-give-up-for-lent. 4 Warshan Shire, “What they did yesterday afternoon,” 2015, found at https://verse.press/poem/whatthey -did-yesterday-afternoon-6524900794187889060.

  • Preaching about Gun Violence: Now Is the Time

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    Preaching about Gun Violence: Now Is the Time

    Katie Day

    United Lutheran Seminary, Gettysburg, Pennsylvania

    It has always seemed like a preaching challenge to begin Advent in the ominous apocalyptic tone presaging the coming of Christ against the cultural backdrop of Christmas cheer. Yet this year it is not a stretch to imagine a time after suffering when the moon darkens and the stars fall, to use Mark’s language. Indeed, this does seem like an apocalyptic time we could not have predicted last year, in Advent of Year A, which now seems so long ago. We have experienced a cascade of unprecedented crises that have threatened to undo us: the COVID pandemic, the economic crisis, racial injustice, roiling contentious politics, and a planet that continues to get hotter. What is particularly insidious about these crises is that they aren’t isolated from one another, but are interactive. So the raging virus exposes and exacerbates the issues of racial inequality as well as the economic crisis, as businesses shutter and jobs are lost. As people of color unfairly bear the brunt of contagion and economic vulnerability, the conditions are ripe for social uprising. The fear and insecurity that this creates in the leadership hardens its underlying white supremacist orientation, which then threatens the rule of law. Of course the growing climate crisis threatens us all, but the poor, again, disproportionately so, as they have less protection and escape from dangerous heat waves, hies, hoods, and tornadoes. Going into this season of Advent, there is a shared visceral sense that our health, our home, and the social fabric that binds communities are all in peril. In the litany and analysis of these crises is yet another dynamic which shadows and fuels them—gun violence. At the beginning of 2020, gun violence prevention activ­ ists predicted that this would be a “big year for the gun issue.”1 There was optimism that the presidential candidates would focus attention on the issue; research funding would start howing after a twenty year hiatus; new laws banning “ghost guns” and instituting “red flag” policies had a strong chance of passing in many states. Yet the unpredicted turns in history derailed these predictions. Gun violence, however, did not go away but continued and increased as a toxic element in the turbulence that has defined America in 2020. In March, as the Coronavirus spread and states were instituting shut-down policies, the FBI reported a record number of background checks processed since the National Instant Criminal Background Check System (NICS) was instituted in 1998. The media showed images of lines of consumers at gun shops as 3.7 million background checks were conducted that month.2 By June, as anti-racism marches were occurring all over the country, March’s record was smashed: NICS reported 3.9 million screenings had been processed, up 71% from June 2019.3 Handguns accounted for an increasing proportion of the spike in sales, according to Small Arms Analytics.4 Clearly, there is not a sudden interest in hunting, and recreational shooting ranges have been closed. It is well documented that the primary motivation for owning a gun nowadays is for personal protection.5 If fear of crime was driving the surge in gun sales, this was a misplaced fear. During social distancing and shut-down policies during this period, crime rates actu­


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    ally went down for the most part. People were at home, so break-ins and property crimes were down. In fact, in 25 large American cities, overall crime was down by 5.3% compared to the same spring months of the previous year—including violent crime. Robberies, aggregated assault, even drug crimes were down. (In Baltimore, Philadelphia, San Francisco, and Washington, DC, crime was down by 30%. )6 What was up, though, was murder—by over 16%, and when adding 11 more cities, murders increased to 21.8%.7 The weapon of choice was guns. According to the Gun Violence Archive, May 2020 had the highest number of mass shootings (four or more victims) of any month since they started tracking data in 2013.8 In other words, gun violence was the pandemic within the pandemic, and it was spiking. But why? Before the numbers can be more finely crunched, there is speculation that it is driven by domes­ tic violence, or a drop in drug market, or limited capacities of jails and courts; it is likely that all of these have contributed to the increase in gun violence. But Chicago’s Mayor Lori Lightfoot senses more systemic causes. ‘That’s poverty, lack of hope, despair, not enough access to the things that build healthy and strong families and communities,” she stated. She adds another factor—there are just too many guns to begin with.9 These are cities ruined by “the devastations of many generations,” in the words of Isaiah (61:4). During the spring of the pandemic, gun violence was increasing in another form as police shootings of African Americans re-emerged in media headlines. In March, Breonna Taylor, a 26-year-old emergency room technician in Louisville, Kentucky, was shot while she slept when police forced their way into her apartment with a “no­ knock warrant.” They suspected that a drug dealer from another neighborhood had used her apartment to receive packages. Her frightened boyfriend had bred in defense, suspecting intruders. Although she struggled to breathe, she was not given medical treatment for 20 minutes before she died. In June, Rayshard Brooks had fallen asleep in his car at a fast-food restaurant. Police were called and interacted with Mr. Brooks calmly for almost half an hour and determined that he had too high of an alcohol level to safely drive. Although he offered to leave his car and walk to his sister’s house, they attempted to arrest him. Mr. Brooks panicked, wrestled with the police, ran, and was shot three times. These high profile cases and others were not anomalies, but reflected a disturbing pattern: African Americans have been disproportionately shot by police, a trend that is increasing according to statistics. Police shootings are on the rise, and 2020 is on track as of this writing to climb above the two previous years. People of color are killed at a much higher rate: 13 out of a million for whites, but for Hispanics the rate is 23 and jumps to 31 for African Americans.10 This reality fed into the widespread mobilization by Black Lives Matter that had been sparked by the police killing of George Floyd on May 25, 2020. Again, the multiple crises swirling in 2020 were intersecting, with each fanning the flames of the others, and guns were the oxygen. This was evident in the public bran­ dishing of weapons in expressing disagreements with officials who were implementing shut-down policies and with peaceful protesters in Black Lives Matter demonstrations (especially if part of the message is to defund police). Openly carrying guns, even legally, amplifies one’s message and can be quite intimidating. It is meant to be. So, in this time of crisis, with so many strains on the ties that bind us together as com­ munities and as a nation, the increase in gun ownership and violence is symptomatic of the unraveling of our social fabric. Whether feeling afraid of social unrest or being


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    immersed in despair that neighborhoods with limited resources cultivate, or needing to maintain control, or wanting to make a strong public statement, guns become the go-to means to solve our problems. Guns did not create the problems of pandemic, poverty, unemployment, crime, despair, or alienation, but many Americans have come to believe that firearms are the solution, which was especially seen in this moment. Ironically, the easy access to guns (both legally and illegally) and the proliferation of ownership does not solve problems, but makes them worse. The ubiquitous presence of guns did not begin with the COVID pandemic. Gun ownership and violence has long reflected a grim example of American exceptionalism . According to the Small Arms Study, there are around 393 million guns in this country, which accounts for almost half of the firearms owned by civilians in the world. That means we have a higher rate of gun ownership than any other developed nation, about 120.5 for every 100 people, which differs dramatically from the rate per 100 citizens in Canada (34.7), Australia (14.5), France and Germany (both at 19.6), Japan (.3), South Korea (.2), Spain (7.5), the UK (8.3), and so on.11 If in fact guns were a source of protection, we would be the safest place on earth, but we’re not. Not only do we have more guns in circulation, but we also have dramatically higher rates of gun violence when compared to other countries, with these rates mirroring the rates of gun ownership above.12 The US has seen the total number of gun deaths in recent years hovering around 40,000. The majority are suicides (60%), with murders ac­ counting for 37%. What we know intuitively is borne out by a large body of research: when and where there are guns, gun violence is much more likely. This same pattern is being repeated during this year of crisis.13 As well as the increase in gun murders, it is expected that suicides will also be increasing in the surge of new gun purchases. The New England Journa l of Medicine has documented that hrst-time gun owners are particularly at risk of suicide, especially in the 30 days following the purchase of a firearm.14 All these statistics can be mind-numbing, but each gun death represents shattered lives, families, and communities. In the context of this historic moment which rings so apocalyptic in our experi­ ence, how should the Word be proclaimed? After all in Mark’s gospel, Jesus says, “Heaven and earth will pass away but my words will not pass away.” Those words, that Word, comes in the midst of upheaval and is a disruption itself in the midst of disruption. But, we need to pay attention to what is going on. There is a clear call in the Advent Gospel text to “stay woke.” Given that many clergy have certainly preached at the funerals of too many gun victims, there is a widespread reticence to preach from the pulpit on Sunday about guns. Writer, researcher, and professor Leah D. Schade conducted a survey of over 1200 Mainline Protestant clergy on their practices and experiences of preaching on controversial social issues. This was sent out on the heels of the 2016 election, when ministers were acutely aware that the political polarization that the presidential elec­ tion had just exposed in the country was reflected in their own congregations. When asked what topics they would actively avoid, preaching about, “gun violence” came in 6th—behind women’s reproductive health, fracking, critique of capitalism, white privilege, and LGBTQ rights. In her book Preaching in the Purple Zone: Ministry in the Red-Blue Divide, Schade discusses some of the other findings of the survey. About a quarter of her sample indicated that they rarely, if ever, preached about con­ troversial issues. The leading reasons given were concerns about creating conflict


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    and controversy, fallout that could affect one’s ability to pastor, being seen as “too political,” and receiving pushback. To a lesser extent, fears of losing members and/ or income were expressed by a third of respondents. These concerns were justibed, she found. Preachers had in fact received angry responses when they had preached on controversial issues such as gun violence; they had lost members, contributions, and relationships.15 This response is analogous to the experience of many elected officials. Addressing any dimension of the gun issue is the proverbial third rail for many politicians: no matter how compelling the moral moment after a high profile shooting, they know that to engage in public debate on the topic, and possibly sup­ porting legislation that in any way restricts accessibility to guns, will mean an angry response and a loss of votes and financial support from the gun lobby. Despite the staggering loss of life that is largely preventable, many leaders—both religious and secular—have succumbed to silence and have failed to effectively bring meaningful change to the pandemic of gun violence. Even though a majority of Americans, including gun owners, support having “stricter gun laws,” there seems to be yellow tape around talking about guns, gun violence, and gun control from the pulpit. Pew Research has found that there has been increasing support over the last several years for expanding background checks to include private sales and sales at gun shows (88% in September of 2019), banning high-capacity ammunition magazines (71%), and banning assault-style weapons (69%).16 This is the basis for conversation that we are not having. Certainly there are gun owners who go to church and many who are packing in the pews. Almost half of mainline Protestants have a gun in their household, and more white Evangelicals do (57%), but African American Protestants and Catholics are much less likely to report this. Further, about one third of white Evangelicals and a quarter of mainline Protestants support concealed carry of guns in church.17 In my own research on church security, I have heard from many clergy interviewed that they know that some parishioners are carrying on Sunday morning but that they really do not want to know who. The fact that many listeners are armed can be intimidat­ ing to preachers, or it can be an opportunity. Perhaps the context of online worship, when carrying guns in the sanctuary is off the table, would be an ideal opportunity to explore the meanings that guns have, for individuals and for society. How should believers think about the guns they own or their decision about acquiring a gun? How should faith communities engage with curiosity and integrity the role guns play in our cultural imagination and social reality? Narratives around the meanings projected onto firearms have, by and large, been constructed from sources outside of the faith community. The gun lobby frames guns as representing individual rights—our civil liberty is condensed into our ability to acquire arms. For those in hunting cultures, guns symbolize a way of life that is related to interaction with nature, can represent a sense of self-sufficiency, and be­ comes a marker of masculinity as hunting is often passed down from father to son. Semi-automatic handguns can mean for their owners self-protection as well as the protection of others and power in contexts of vulnerability. These messages can be communicated from sources as diverse as advertisers, films/media, and peers. Curi­ ously missing in interpreting the meaning attached to something so central to our culture and individual lives is our lived theology. How does our faith tradition enable us to understand guns? If it is discussed at all in churches, in an education forum,


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    or coffee hour, for example, the gun issue is often reduced to simplistically hurling biblical references of Jesus either warning his disciples that to live by the sword is to die by the sword (Matthew 26:52) or to make sure they buy a sword (Luke 22: 36-38). End of conversation. But exploring more deeply what guns have come to represent is more than a theological exercise; it is vital, especially now, to our survival. Although clergy have avoided it in preaching, it is time to wade in and invite our communities to interrogate the meaning of guns, especially in this time of heightened anxiety. Our collective experience of the crises that have collided in 2020 has created a deep sense of anxiety, if not panic, at the unknown outcomes of threats to our survival and sense of com­ munity. For many people of privilege, there has been an assumption of security and control. As threats multiply from many angles, how then do we understand security in the context of faith? Paul Tillich argued in The Courage to Be that anxiety is the aware­ ness of non-being; it is the experience of helplessness in the face of the threat to our very existence. But this amorphous anxiety is different than fear, which has an object. So, Tillich argues, anxiety, which can be overwhelming, strives toward fear to find an object on which to focus. An object of fear then can be faced and engaged. There are many ways that we can then attack the object of our fear, including annihilation of the other which threatens our very being.18 For Tillich, the courage to be in the face of non-being is the ultimate sense of se­ curity —but it too can be almost primordial, found in the God who transcends our ideas about God and is ‘the accepting of the acceptance without somebody or something that accepts.”19 Similar to anxiety and fear then, security, which can seem vague and unknowable, becomes distilled into safety. And so in our anxiety about the unseen and overwhelming presence of a virus that threatens our very existence, we then fixate on specific fears that can be addressed, and we develop strategies and mechanisms that will keep us safe. Our anxiety, then, focuses on fears of ‘tangible” threats of those who are coming into our communities demanding justice or resources in the context of scarcity. In other communities, the very lack of resources and opportunities creates despair as a viable future can no longer be contemplated. In both contexts, guns can become a default means to asserting being over the anxiety of non-being. The preacher then has the opportunity to reframe anxiety and misplaced fears, and security and our constructed illusions of safety. What meanings, then, do we attach to guns? Rev. Jim Atwood was a Presbyterian minister who devoted a large part of his adult life as an advocate against gun violence. The author of three books (America aud­ its Guns: ATheological Expose,20 Gundamentalism and. Where It Is Taking America,21 and. Collateral Damage: Changing the Conversations about Firearms and. Faith22), Jim was honored by the General Assembly of the PCLISA two days before he died in June, 2020. In his hist book, Atwood (himself a hunter and gun owner) argued that some gun owners have an attachment to their guns that has veered into idolatry. Drawing on Futher’s understanding of idols, many have elevated guns to the status of a god in which we trust, seek our meaning, and find security. But like the golden calf, we find in objects, whether steel or gold, a false sense of security.

    When our leaders are absent or fail us; when our God is invisible and from all appearances is absent from our lives; when we don’t know how we


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    can keep going; when we are consumed by our fears and feel threatened by those who are not like us, those are the moments when new idols are imagined and fashioned and desperate people give them their ultimate concerns, devotion and focused attention.23

    Social research has been done looking at the particular emotional attachments to guns among Christian men during periods of economic challenge.24 The participants indicated among 8 items how gun ownership made them feel: safe, responsible, con­ fident, more valuable to family, more valuable to community, in control, patriotic, respected. The more boxes they checked, the stronger their attachment to their guns. Baylor sociologists found that stronger attachment was correlated with increased church attendance—to a point. As the respondents indicated that they went to church “nearly weekly” or more, the correlation with attachment weakened. The effect was more dramatic for non-white gun owners. Of course, this correlation does not explain what is going on, but it does suggest that an increased involvement with a congrega­ tion can have an impact on reliance on guns. It is not easy to preach on guns at this moment in history and in this cultural context when anxiety is rampant, the future is unknown, and the issue is so highly charged. The gun issue itself is complex, and the public theologian who would navigate it needs to be familiar with the multiple publics who have a stake. That means one has to incorporate the experiences and perspectives of gun owners as well as victims of gun violence; police officers and those who have been threatened by them; those in the medical and legal communities; the gun lobby and gun violence prevention advocates; researchers and parents. The task is daunting and goes far beyond one or two sermons. There are models and resources for creating dialogue that can gener­ ate a congregational conversation that then feeds into the preaching. Leah Schade has developed a process based on deliberative dialogue in Preaching in the Purple Zone 25 The Presbyterian Church (LISA) created a webinar series, “Standing Our Holy Ground,” with speakers addressing a range of dimensions of the gun issue.26 As the pandemic of gun violence continues to grow, what we cannot do is ignore the role of guns which is embedded in our reality to a deadly degree. There will not be a vaccine. It will take a sustained effort to enable people of faith, and all of society, to come to understand our relationship to firearms and to act in life-giving ways.

    Notes 1 “2020 Will Be a Big Year for the Gun Issue,” The Trace (1/2/20), https://www.thetrace.org/2020/01/ gun-violence-2020-election-research-extremism-shootings/amp/?__twitter_impression=true 2“Gun Background Checks Reached New Record During Coronavirus Surge,” Daniel Nass, The Trace (4/1/20), https://www.thetrace.org/2020/07/gun-background-checks-june-record/ 3 “Gun Background Checks Surged to New High in June,”Daniel Nass, The Trace (7/1/20), https://www. thetrace.org/2020/07/gun-background-checks-june-record/ 4 “Gun Background Checks Surged to New High in June,”Daniel Nass, The Trace (7/1/20), https://www. thetrace.org/2020/07/gun-background-checks-june-record/ 5 Pew Research Center, “Why own a gun? Protection is now top reason,” 3/14/13, http://www. peoplepress , org/2013/03/12/why-own-a-gun-protection-is-now-top-reason/ 6 “Crime Has Declined Overall During the Pandemic but Shootings and Killings are Up,” Cheryl Corley, All Things Considered (NPR), (7/20/20), https://www.npr.org/2020/07/20/892418244/crimehas -declined-overall-during-the-pandemic-but-shootings-and-killings-are-up 7 “It’s Been ‘Such a Weird Year: That’s Also Reflected in Crime Statistics,” Jeff Asher and Ben Horwitz, New York Times (7/6/20).


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    8 “Gun violence grows during coronavirus pandemic group’s data shows,” Heidi Przybyla, NBC News (updated 7/21/20), https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/meet-the-press/blog/meet-press-blog-latest-newsanalysis -data-driving-political-discussion-n988541/ncrdl223551#blogHeader 9 “Crime Has Declined Overall During the Pandemic but Shootings and Killings are Up,” Cheryl Corley, All Things Considered (NPR), (7/20/20), https://www.npr.org/2020/07/20/892418244/crimehas -declined-overall-during-the-pandemic-but-shootings-and-killings-are-up 10 “Fatal police shootings in the United States from 2015 to June 2020, by ethnicity,” Statistica, https:// www. statista. com/statistics/1123070/police-shootings-rate-ethnicity-us/ 11 “Estimating Global Civilian Held Firearms Numbers” Small Arms Survey, Aaron Karp. June 2018, http://www.smallarmssurvey.org/fileadmin/docs/T-Briefing-Papers/ SAS-BP-Civilian-Firearms-Numbers .pdf 12 “What the data says about gun deaths in the US,” John Gramlich, Fact Tank (Pew Research), 8/16/19, https: II www. pewresearch. org/fact-tank/2019/08/16/ what-the-data-says-about-gun-deaths-in-the-u-s/ 13 “Early Research Links Coronavirus Gun Sales Surge to Increased Shootings,” Melinda Wenner Moyer, The Trace (7/8/20) https://www.thetrace.org/2020/07/coronavirus-gun-sales-increased-shootings -study/ 14 As quoted in “Pandemic-Related Gun Purchases Raise Suicide Risks,” Chethan Sathya, Scientific American {6117/20), https: //www. scientificamerican.com/article/pandemic-related-gun-purchases-raisesuicide -risks/?print=true 15 Leah Schade, Preaching in the Purple Zone: Ministry in the Reel-Blue Divide (Lanham, MD: Roman & Littlefield), 2019, pp. 14-27. 16 “Share of Americans who favor stricter gun laws has increased since 2017,” Katherine Schaeffer, Pew Research: Fact Tank (10/16/19), https://www.pewresearch.org/fact-tank/2019/10/16/share-ofamericans -who-favor-stricter-gun-laws-has-increased-since-2017/ 17 S.M. Merino, “God and Guns: Examining Religious Influences on Gun Control Attitudes in the United States.” Religions 2018, 9, 189. 18 Paul Tillich, The Courage to Be (New Haven: Yale University Press), 1952, 2000. See Chapter 2. 19 Paul Tillich, The Courage to Be (New Haven: Yale University Press), 1952, p. 185. 20 James E. Atwood, America and Its Guns: A Theological Expose (Eugene, OR: Cascade Books), 2012. 21 James E. Atwood, Gundamentalism and Where It Is Taking America (Eugene, OR: Cascade Books), 2017. 22 James E. Atwood, Collateral Damage: Changing the Conversations about Firearms and Faith (Har­ risonburg, VA: Herald Press), 2019. 23 James E. Atwood, America and Its Guns: A Theological Expose (Eugene, OR: Cascade Books), p. 24. 24 F. Carson Mencken and Paul Froese, “Gun Culture in Action,” Social Problems 2017, doi: 10.1093/ socpro/spx040 25 Leah Schade, Preaching in the Purple Zone: Ministry in the Reel-Blue Divide (Lanham, MD: Ro­ man & Littlefield), 2019. 26 “Standing Our Holy Ground,” https://www.presbyterianmission.org/ministries/peacemaking/standing -our-holy-ground/

  • The Ten Joys: Psalm 23

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    The Ten Joys

    Psalm 23

    Samuel Wells

    St Martin-in-the-Fields, London, LInited Kingdom

    One of the most frustrating things in a friendship or even a casual acquaintance is when you say something that’s meant to be a compliment or offer what’s supposed to be a generous gesture but it’s taken as an insult or criticism. You say, “You look gorgeous in that photograph,” and your friend says, “You mean you don’t think I look gorgeous in real life?” You say, “That’s just about the finest dinner you’ve ever cooked, my dear,” and your loved one says, “Well that’s not saying a whole lot about the others, is it?” You say, “We thought it would be great if you’d like to join us for Thanksgiving,” and your friend says, “Are you implying I’m a lonely old misery and you need to take pity on me?” Or perhaps most of all, you say, “You’ve lost weight!” and almost anyone else on the planet says, “Are you suggesting… ?” I imagine God gets that feeling all the time. The Bible is a love letter from God to us, but we often read it as if it’s some kind of a threat. This is the source of the psychological critique of religion, made popular by Sigmund Freud. Freud said that the faith of Moses rests on a God who’s always asking more than Israel can give. Hence there’s a perpetual cycle of demand and failure and guilt and sacrifice and demand and failure and guilt and sacrifice. If religion were a purely human creation, then Freud might have a point. But the whole point of faith is to say the truth of life is way beyond human imagination or control, let alone creation, and we find joy in being offered glimpses of that truth through the grace of God, who is the face of truth. God doesn’t want to make us guilty. God wants to give us joy. Sure, God gives us the Ten Commandments because God wants to show us ten good ways to live. But at least as important is for us to hear the ten joys God offers us in the TwentyThird Psalm. The commandments are there to help us find the joys. But the joys are there—the joys are there just because in the end they’re what last forever. Listen to the words of the ten joys God offers you in the Twenty-Third Psalm. I’m going to describe all ten. Number One: God “makes me he down in green pastures.” We start out thinking like a sheep, and a sheep who’s used to finding very little to eat. This psalm wasn’t written in Vermont or New Hampshire. This is a climate like New Mexico. But God’s telling us there’s acres of green pasture, and there’s so much we can lie down in it-we don’t even have to eat it all. For a sheep, that’s as luxurious as it gets. And if you’re not a sheep, just think about what it feels like to lie back in a meadow and stretch wide your arms and legs and breathe in the air and stare deep into the far blue beyond and take in forever. Remember, this is the hist joy God is whispering to you: “I want you to have an abundant life. I want you to have plenty. I want you to have enough and to spare.” Number Two: God “leads me beside still waters.” If you’ve ever been for a hike in the mountains, you’ 11 know what this means. You don’t take bottled water with you, because the water in the streams is fresher than anything you could get from a bottle


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    factory. But sometimes the fresh water’s hard to reach, because it’s in a torrential waterfall, and sometimes in a hot season there’s not much of it or it collects together in a stagnant pond. The psalm says God takes us to a place where the water’s flowing fast enough to be fresh but not so fast we can’t drink it. So here’s God’s joy: “I want you to have fresh, flowing, accessible, quiet water. I want you to know what it’s like to have cold water flowing down on your tongue and in your mouth and over your cheeks and through your hair and down your neck and everywhere.” Number Three: “God restores my soul.” I recall once when I’d been walking in the mountains all day, and I was about an hour from the car, I came upon a wayside cafe with an enterprising host who sold multicolored cocktails for tired hikers; and I took my boots off and put my feet up and sat and drank one, and it was just about the best thing I ever tasted. And in a few minutes all the weariness oozed away and I was happy and contented and replaying the images of the day in my mind’s eye and basking in the joy of the evening breeze. That’s God’s third joy: “You’ll get worn out, you’ll get worn down, you’ll have nothing left, but I will bring you back to life.” The feeling of coming back to life is really better than the feeling of not getting tired. Think about seeing an old friend after a long absence and realizing they’re the person above all who makes you laugh till you’re hollowed out inside, and in the laughter recognizing “Life is good when I’m with you.” God is that person. God whispers, “I want to restore your soul.” Number Four: God “leads me in right paths.” There’s a man in a Nick Hornby novel who struggles with the practical details of life and finds it especially hard to live alone after his parents have died. One day he goes to see his physician complaining of terrible stomach ache. “What’ve you been eatingT asks the doctor. “Quite a lot of potatoes,” says the man. “Have you been cooking them?” asks the doctor. The man replies, “I never know which things you need to cook and which things you don’t.” He’s right. Sometimes it’s hard to know how to make life work-how to make all the bits fit together and know which bits to cook. God is whispering to you, “I want to help you find the good ways, to navigate the troubled times and walk through the storms.” Number Five: “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil; for you are with me.” It’s clear God’s joys are not about a fantasy land of make-believe. We’ve already acknowledged our human limitations in naming our weariness, and we’ re about to recognize the sins of others in encountering our enemies. Here we face the reality of our fear of death. And God whispers the most important word in the whole Bible. With. That’s the word that sums up the Old and New Testa­ ments. God created us out of a desire to be with. God called Israel out of a desire to be with. God came among us in Jesus out of a desire to be with. God comes in our midst in the power of the Holy Spirit out of a desire to be with. God saves us out of a desire to be with us forever. “You are with me”: it’s at the center of this psalm, it’s at the center of God’s joy, it’s at the center of the Bible, it’s at the center of our faith. It’s at the center of God. Number Six: “Your rod and your staff-they comfort me.” Think about that word comfort for a moment. God’s hist instinct is to be with us, but alongside that instinct is an urge to help us make things better. I wonder what comforts you when you’re really in trouble. I’ll tell you what really comforts me. I think of times of physical pain or profound grief or hurt or shock or disappointment and what a rod and staff means


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    to me is a person who’s not afraid, who doesn’t change the subject or run away to do a useful job, or make up stories to pretend it’s ok, or say really it’s not so bad, or tell me about how something worse or more interesting happened to them. What comforts me is someone whose strength says, “However bad or painful or miserable this is, it’s not going to scare me away-and I’m going to show you that with the words I say to you, with how I touch you, and with the way I’m happy to be silent with you. We’re going to stare this tragedy down together.” That’s what a comforter does. That’s what God does. Number Seven: “You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.” The realism of God’s joy strikes again. There’s no pretending that you and I don’t have enemies. But think about this: there’s no suggestion that my enemies are God’s enemies. There’s no suggestion, in fact, that God has enemies at all. Think about that for a moment: God has no enemies. We do; God doesn’t. Is Judas Jesus’ enemy? Is Pilate? Is Caiaphas? No. And they were the ones who got Jesus killed. God has no enemies. How does God deal with our enemies? God sets a table before them and before us. That’s what it says. “You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.” For Christians, it’s impossible not to see this table as a Eucharistic table, and the food on the table is the body of Christ, the bread of life given to reconcile us to one another by reconciling us to God. That’s what God does in heaven: prepare the tasti­ est banquet ever known, and the appetizing smells waft down to earth, and there’s only one thing holding us back from sitting down to eat forever. And that’s the fear of who else might be there. I once had a Hungarian professor who complained, “I can’t stand it that people in this country invite you to dinner and never tell you who you’ll be sitting next to; it could be someone you’ve just slammed in a book review and it can be so embarrassing.” That’s what God does. God invites you to dinner but never tells you who you’ll be sitting next to. It’s so embarrassing. It’s what makes God laugh. Number Eight: “You anoint my head with oil.” Again, when you think of enemies and the shadow of death, a Christian can’t help but think of the woman extravagantly anointing Jesus’ head with oil and triggering Judas’s betrayal of Jesus. Maybe this is where she got the idea. She realized this is how God shows he adores us. It’s hard to think of many things more sensual than a scalp massage with body lotions. Have you ever contemplated what it might be to receive a massage from God? This is one of the most physical and exotic verses in the whole Bible. God really wants us to feel the sensual joy of being cherished and adored, of feeling hands through our hair and the smoothness and assurance of touch on our head and skin. This is what God has in store for us. Are you ready to enjoy being enjoyed by God? Number Nine: “My cup overflows.” Something tells me this particular cup doesn’t contain water. Yet again, for Christians, the idea of a cup makes us think of the Last Supper and of the cup of suffering that Jesus contemplates in the Garden of Gethsemane. But when you add the word “overflows,” you’re straight back to the wedding at Cana and the superabundance of wine. God’s promise to us is that in the power of the Spirit, we’ll have way too much, not just of the regular things like grass and bread, but of the wonderful, luxurious things like wine. This is a fully-fledged banquet, with flowing drinks for the guests and plenty of additional pleasures like a joyous massage from the host. This is some party.


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    Finally, most mysterious and wondrous of all, Number Ten: “Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. ” I imagine everyone here knows what it means to go on an Easter Egg hunt. You spend a rapid five minutes rapidly hunting down egg-shaped candy and chocolate and somehow make a connection to Christ’s rising from the dead. It’s every child’s dream moment of the year. But just imagine for a moment, what if the hunting went the other way around? What if the eggs hunted you’? What if everywhere you went, on every window-ledge and stairwell and door-handle, there was a fabulous piece of candy or chocolate? What if you were being stalked by joy? The psalm doesn’t say “Surely I shall search for goodness and mercy;” it says “Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me-shall pursue me, chase me, hunt me down, stalk me, search me out, track me down, find me”-and not just for a while, but “all the days of my life.” That’s the greatest promise of all: it’s not that goodness and mercy are hard to find and you’ll spend your whole life looking for them. It’s that they’ re on a perpetual mission to find you, and they’ 11 be pursuing you every day of your life. You can’t finally escape God’s relentless tenderness, try as you might. Do me a favor. Ask yourself what version of religion you’re showing to your family, your friends, your neighbors, colleagues, clients, and the world in general. Are they seeing a religion of commandments, of discipline, guilt, and shame? Or are they seeing the joy? There’s a place for the commandments. They’ re for guiding you to the joy. But the world needs to see the joy. The world needs to see the joy in you. Does everyone who encounters you soon realize that God is fundamentally about joy? Read Psalm 23 to yourself, today, tomorrow, every day. These are the promises God makes to you. These are the resurrection fruits God offers you. These are the joys God wants for you. And what response does God want from you? Believe them. Share them. Enjoy them.

  • An Old Preacher’s Prayer

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    An Old Preacher’s Prayer

    James S. Lowry

    Hendersonville, North Carolina

    The long poem that follows is one in a collection of prayers that were never intended to be read by anyone and perhaps not even to be reread by me. It is printed here at the request of my friend (since high school) and colleague (since seminary), Erskine Clarke, editor of this journal. The collection of which this prayer is part grew out of a private lectio continua devotional reading of the Gospel of John. The prayers were, quite literally, written in a closet…albeit a rather large closet. A little over four years ago, because of our age in general and my wife’s health in particular, we sold the family farm to which we had retired in the Piedmont of South Carolina and moved to Carolina Village, a retirement community in Hendersonville, North Carolina. Since then, my mantra about living in a retirement community has not wavered. That is, in my view, living with nothing but old people is absolutely, completely, and utterly insane; but, as long as you have to do it, Carolina Village is a dandy place. We’re blessed to be able to live here. Our apartment is a lovely and spacious two-bedroom model. Each of the bed­ rooms has a large walk-in closet. Since we have no need for two walk-in closets, I have commandeered one of them as a study/man cave/sanctuary in which I have sur­ rounded myself with relics of the preaching life: paintings of churches I have served, framed resolutions, photos, remnants of my library, etc. Almost every day, usually in the very early morning, I retreat to my “sanctuary” for a time of daily devotion. In order to give form and substance to the exercise and remembering my love for and fascination with putting words together on paper, several years ago I began writing my private prayers; and, I hasten to reiterate, the prayers were never intended to be anything other than private. In fact, as the exercise has evolved, some of the prayers are so personal and intense that it would be inappropriate for them to be seen by anyone else. The prayer below was chosen specifically for the Easter issue of Journal for Preachers. Death is, of course, an existential reality for everyone of every age. That said, in a retirement community, death’s reality is, shall we say .pressing. We live with daily reminders of our mortality. Frequently there are notices on the bulletin board of an “Apartment Content Sale” signaling that someone has either died or moved to the next level of care. Almost every day there are one, two, three, or sometimes more single-rose memorials in the lounge announcing the recent deaths of one, two, three, or more of our neighbors. Walkers like birds on a wire are lined up just outside the dining room at every meal. Against that background, it can be, and often is, difficult to find continued purpose and meaning in living. For that reason, in almost every instance, my morning prayers include petitions for a vision of a call to ministry ap­ propriate for a soon-to-be octogenarian. All of the prayers in the collection are set in an inclusio inspired, if not intended, by the evangelist. That is, the prayers, like John’s Gospel, are placed between John’s remarkable setting of the gospel narrative in the context of the ordering of the cosmos (1:1 -5) at one end of the inclusion, and at the other end of the inclusio, there are John’s


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    accounts of Jesus’ very human post resurrection appearances to disciples. The first is set in a room locked against the intrusion of a cruel world that crucifies (20:1929 ). The second is in an appendix where Jesus appears to disciples on a fishing trip (21:1-14). My reasoning goes like this: if it’s ok for disciples to see the risen Jesus while cowering in fear and to eat with him while on a fishing trip, it’s ok for me to have a very human vision of the Jesus who was present for the creation of everything hanging out with me in my closet sanctuary and listening to my devotional prayers, or, as it were, looking over my shoulder and reading them on my computer screen. There is no sense in which the following prayer should be seen as a commentary on John’s resurrection narrative. It is simply the prayer that grew out of my reading and rereading John 20:1-18 five or six times on the day following a particularly hor­ rifying news cycle. That said, reading John 20:1-18 before reading the prayer would likely be helpful.

    John 20:1-18

    Immortal, invisible, God only wise, who has no need of calendar, fence, border wall or clock whose Son appears daily to my aging heart’s eyes, the truth and tale of resurrection once again begs the Good Friday question:

    What is it like to be dead? How does one come to believe dead is not forever? How does one not? How did I?

    On last evening’s PBS NewsHour, there was a picture of Valeria Ramiraz, one month shy of two years, tucked inside her father’s shirt with her arm around his neck both lying face down in the shallow waters of the Rio Grande.

    They died while searching for a place… a place for them. Everyone needs a place. Have you prepared a place for them?

    In that sad and lonely picture the only ones present so far as I could see were Valeria, her dad, and you make three even if,


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    as for Lazarus, you got there too late.

    When did I come to to be able to see such a vision as that? I can’t at all remember, the vision was quite clear.

    Let’s see, there were:

    Mary, the woman from seven-demons set free. Peter, the rock on whose faith the church is built. The disciple of all others most beloved. And now: How many demons have I? At least seven, I’d say mostly tamed by you if not altogether cast out. Holding hands with Simon and a million million others, my faith is a small pebble in the church’s foundation; I know myself to be beloved by you if not most at least a lot all of which puts me in a perfect believing spot. But mostly I think it was a thousand angels, not many dressed in white, who loved me and who told me the stories of you and your love; pondered with me their meaning; and lived with me their truth: parents, grandparents, teachers, preachers, church and friends who set me on the path to believe, to hear you call my name, and gave me eyes to see you standing there at the river’s edge the first to grieve and, as for Lazarus, to use that sad truth, what, to somehow glorify God? Can you explain to me again just how that works?

    Risen conquering Son seated at the right hand of God go quickly now to throw open the windows


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    and make fresh the place prepared for Valeria and her dad. Send also a choir of ten thousand angels to sing for them a glad welcome. Then, then, and only then, go with this tired old preacher man, and others of my bias, belief, and ilk, as we struggle to shame principalities and powers and prepare a place of welcome right here on this good earth for Valeria’s mom, her sisters and brothers and for the thousands upon thousands of her playmates, friends, and cousins.

    But, wait, how do we do that? There must be a good and perfect way. Else the dance for Resurrection Day is but a slow-tread dirge at every border, fence, and wall.

    Lord of the Dance, dressed in Levis, plaid shirt and clogging shoes and standing at my elbow in this closet cave, forgive the preaching of my youth when I thought it was my task and lot to prove resurrection really happened…

    and happens…

    or not.

    It was an impossible task and exhausting. An empty tomb proves nothing. Still, somehow seven-demon Mary and panting disciples came to believe, as I… as we… as your church and I have come to believe; which begs the greater question:

    What is it like to live again and now into the hope and truth that Valeria and her dad faces down in the shallows of the Rio Grande, like a lonely cross,


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    is not the story’s end?

    Thy Kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven dancing Lord and dancing friend.

    Do si do your corner. Do si do your partner. And promenade home.

    Son of God, present for the creation of stars, moons, elephants, butterflies, and baboons, do you think you can teach this tired old preacher man and sometimes cynic a few new dancing steps? In my day, I wasn’t half bad:

    Whop hop a-luma b-bop alop bam boom Tutti frutti, aw Rudy A

    Maybe it’s not too late to try again.

    Can you teach me the latest moves to tested tunes and trusted like this one I know so well and, as a preaching poet pastor and erstwhile prophet, in confident hope so often in full voice, sang leading processions of your people down church aisles short and long:

    Jesus Christ is risen today!

    Step, two, three four. Step, two, three four.

    Our triumphant holy day!

    Step, two, three, four. Step, two, three four.

    Who did once upon the cross!

    Step, two, three, four. Step, two, three, four.

    Suffer to redeem our loss, Alleluia!


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    Step, two, three, four.

    Perhaps, Jesus, friend, kind, strong and gentle, someone should warn Donald J and all his cousins in kind to Attila the Hun that a new King is in town and on the way.

    Now, put your arm around my shoulder like the men in Greece dance together and show me those steps again? I haven’t quite got the moves down pat… at least… not yet…

    but I’m still trying.

    (Did someone think to throw open the windows of the place prepared for Valeria and her dad? I’m sure they did.)

    Ooops! Step, two, three, four. Step, two, three, four.

    Did I step on your toe?

    Let’s try it again.

    * Apologies to Little Richard, Elvis, and many others. The exact lyric is hard to find and pin down.

  • ‘Waiting’: (An Affirmation of Its Value): A Sermon by John Vannorsdall

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    “Waiting”l: (An Affirmation of Its Value)

    A Sermon by John Vannorsdall

    Editorial Note: When John Vannorsdall died this past Palm Sunday at age 95 of COVID-related complications, a singular preaching voice was stilled. After serving as pastor of Lu­ theran congregations in New York and Connecticut, John entered campus ministry, holding positions as the Lutheran Campus Pastor at Cornell, the chaplain at Gettysburg College, and the LIniversity Chaplain at Yale. From Yale, he went to the Lutheran Seminary in Philadelphia, where he was president until his retirement in 1990. His accomplishments were many, but he was best known, perhaps, to many of us as a featured preacher in the Lutheran Series of “The Protestant Hour” (now “Dayl”) radio program in the 1970s and 1980s. John’s sermons embodied at least two of the shifts occurring in American preach­ ing at that time. First, instead of the commanding, sometimes stentorian, tones of the 1950s “pulpit princes,” John’s voice was soft-spoken, invitational, conversational, and poetic. His sermons were gentle come-let-us-reason together dialogues. They felt much more like whispered secrets and personal experiences shared between friends than exhortations. Second, instead of dogmatic convictions proclaimed and amply illustrated, John’s sermons moved from life to theology, from everyday expe­ riences—working a vegetable garden with his beloved Gravely tractor, a conversa­ tion overhead in a bank lobby, the emptiness of a gold watch given at a retirement banquet—to gospel insights. The following sermon, “Waiting,” is one that John preached on “The Protestant Hour.” Not only is the theme of waiting for God an apt one for the Advent season, made doubly pertinent by the anxious, sometimes-painful waiting woven into the social experience of pandemic, but the sermon is an example of a much-needed genre of preaching today: preaching designed to re-enchant hearers in a time of widespread disenchantment. The overall goal of the sermon is to invite the listener deep into the heart of Psalm 130 and into the mystery of waiting for the Lord. But how to do that in a flat, technological age when awe and wonder are in short supply and holy mysteries are often reduced to practical puzzles? The craft of this sermon is breathtaking. John begins with ordinary waiting-for the coffee water to boil, for a taxi, for the hist day of school. Is waiting for the Lord like this? Yes, and no. It is like this in anticipation and sometimes excitement, but not so ordinary as waiting for those quotidian things. It is more than ordinary waiting. So, then, like taking a step up on a staircase, or raising the key of a tune, John moves up a register and describes a higher and more complex form of waiting, wait­ ing for a lover, “the one for whom we waited with such longing, such expectation.” Is waiting for the Lord like this? Again, yes…and no. It is like waiting for a lover, but not that private or exclusive. So again he rachets up a step, and then another and another, each one into new forms of waiting, each elevation moving closer to the elusive mystery of waiting for the Lord. Finally, when he has climbed as high as human experience can go, reached the utmost rung on analogy’s ladder, he knows that he has still not arrived at the destination. So, he leaps upward and begins to sing a poetic hymn of the glory of the


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    Lord for whom we wait. The sermon does not so much end as it beckons us to join the choir and to raise our own voices in hope. Thomas G. Long

    The Sermon From Psalm 130 these familiar words: “I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in His word do I hope. My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning; I say, more than they that watch for the morning.” Most of our waiting, 1 suppose, is just ordinary, and doesn’t mean very much. I put the coffee water on the stove in the morning and wait for it to boil, but not really, because I drink my juice, let the cats come in or out, pour the cereal in a bowl, and by then the water’s ready, and I haven’t thought much of anything at all. Waiting for a taxi is something different because I hate to call until I’m ready in case they come right away, which they never do, so waiting is hard, and I pace back and forth afraid that I will miss my train. But what does it mean to wait for the Lord? When I was young, in junior high, we always got new pants for school a week or so before it started. Always corduroy in a shade of brown, and sometimes a sweater to match. They had that new smell, hanging there in the closet, and at least once, when no one was around, I’d try them on and imagine what it would be like to walk down the hall with my summer tan and summer muscles, and much taller than when school let out the spring before. At least half an inch. New corduroys have a certain stiffness and make a special sound, and I imagined that my friends would say, “John is older now. ” How I looked forward to that hist day of school in my new corduroys! It was hard to wait. But what does it mean to wait for the Lord? Somehow, it’s not like ordinary waiting. Not like waiting for the water to boil or the hist day of school. It’s not like waiting for the prayer to end, the hymn to begin, the telephone to ring. Not like waiting for day’s end when we can turn back the cov­ ers and turn out the light. It’s more like waiting for a certain woman, a certain man. We’d seen this other before, walking, talking with friends, so self-assured and yet with something saved, held back, some inner life reserved for another time. But it seemed as though this one who stood out among all the others was well beyond our possibility, as though they belonged in another class, with another group of people each possessing more attractive ways than ours, some quality which put us in their shadow where we were not easily seen. And then one day she came, he came, to talk with us, or maybe only smiled, but something inside of us knew that we had been acknowledged, invited to share a private word or longing which would be ours alone, something between the two of us. And with great care, with the rhythm and grace of a ballet, we drew near and moved away. We ate together, prepared a meal together, were silent together, and shared our stories of times gone by, our good times, and the things which made us afraid. And soon our world revolved around this other. We knew the other’s walk and each movement of the face and tone of voice, and our lives were somehow re­ created in this person. This was the one for whom we waited with such longing, such expectation. And our waiting for the Lord is more like waiting for a man or a woman than like waiting for the water to boil or for the hist day of school. It’s like waiting for a man or a woman; but waiting for the Lord is not that private or that exclusive. “My soul waiteth for the lord more than they that watch for the morning. ” I wait


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    for something large enough to re-shape the whole of my life. Something large enough to gather me up, and all those around me, to turn us in a common direction and make us friends. I wait for all the lights to go out, for the whole city to lose its power, for a time when I am drawn into the hallway with my candle and my neighbors with theirs, where in the soft light they say to me, “I wonder what happened? The whole city is out! ” And I say, “I wonder how long it will be?” And together we go in search of the elevator to see if anyone is stuck in it and needing help, and when we come back I say, “I was just about to have some soup. Won’t you come and join me while it is still hot?” And they come, which had never happened before the lights went out, that I and my neighbors were together sharing food and conversation. If s not like ordinary waiting, this waiting for the Lord. If s like waiting for an act of God which transforms the ordinary, which creates the possibility of something new. An act of God which unleashes the laws which bind and brings forth both a carnival of looting, but also neighbors sitting down for soup and gladness that something happened large enough to be a bridge twelve feet long from door to door. Waiting for the Lord is like waiting for some astonishing news to greet us in the morning. That a snowstorm has closed all the offices, schools, and stores. And we come alive with new possibilities of things to be done with that day. We shovel to our neighbor’s door in hope that there’ll be some need of us and that the neighbors will be glad we came. If s like waiting for a snowstorm which transforms an ordinary day into a day that’s really different. It’s like waiting for a war, this waiting for the Lord. Perverse, but true enough for those of us able to recapture some of the feelings of World War II and how that also gathered us and shook the gloom of the depres­ sion, and changed the tune, and called us to be concerned for one another’s sons and daughters, and how we talked to people we’d never met, with deep compassion sometimes. It was a time when we did extraordinary things, took bizarre trips, and told incredible stories. And suffered incredibly, too. And it was the worst and the best of times. Like waiting for that kind of wartime, when lives are changed, and whole societies, and nothing is ever much the same again, at least for a time. Like waiting for that kind of wartime, we wait for the Lord. In some ways waiting for Christmas is like waiting for the Lord. It has some of the elements of all the other waiting. If s like waiting for the water to boil, because we’ve been through Christmas before, and doing other things while we wait. It’s like waiting to wear the new corduroys on the hist day of school, to start fresh; like waiting to make this the best of all Christmases. And Christmas has all the power of a blackout, snowstorm, or war. To set up a tree in the house, to bake special cookies, take time from work, to set aside money, to gather in whomever we can of friends and family, to surround ourselves with spe­ cial music of great power—these things together create an overwhelming change in what is ordinary in our lives. It is a magic time, a time for love, for reaching out to neighbors. A magic time in which old wounds can be healed, forgiveness can be of­ fered and accepted. Christmas is a private time, and a time for lovers, but it is larger than one person or even two. Christmas embraces our whole world, the largest of our hopes and dreams, not just for ourselves, but for all people. In fact, we know that it would not be Christmas for one or for lovers if it did not evoke some larger setting in which all of us became, for a brief but glorious time, a part of the extended family of God. To wait for Christmas is something of what it means to wait for the Lord.


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    All of the elements are known to us, I think, all that it means to wait for the Lord. And yet it is the Lord for whom my soul waits, and not the hist day of school, the lover, or Christmas. They are like rain running down the window screen filling each tiny square of my life with water, but the drop moves on, and behind it the squares wink and the water is gone. The lights of the city will come on again, and I must blow out my candle and my neighbor his as he crosses the black-out bridge from his door to mine, and I must go back to yesterday’s living. The second day of school is not like the hist. The corduroys, the tan, and the muscles have been seen, and I must now face algebra and the good but demanding Miss Sipe. And what shall we say of the man or the woman who reordered our lives? It may be that they are already gone, and our lives changed again, this time by grief or sadness. Or, if still living with this other in warm pleasure, we discover that this relationship, which at its start was so dramatic and longed for, is now simply the center of the web of ordinary things and a constant reminder that what is central for a time is always subject to death, and our life with another is no hedge against darkness. Christmas itself is so timebound that even as the day begins, we are aware of its ending, and that short days from now we’ 11 be back at work; the lights will come down, and we must yet face the coldest days of winter. It is for the Lord of Christmas that my soul waits, and Advent is our preparation for His coming. I wait for the Lord who was before I began to be, who knows the world from its beginning and is not afraid of its great size and empty places. The Lord who for whatever reason, I cannot guess, will not stay away as though embarrassed by a peopled sphere which went always wrong from its beginning, but who draws near to wait with those who wait for Him. I wait for the Lord who is angry and filled with indignation when people draw swords against one another, cheat one another, and spit oil upon the white sand beaches. I wait for the Lord who in a great parabola of Grace enters the atmosphere of time and space, is bound to a Cross by the weight of human sin, and who swoops on down into the Hell of all time’s making, and, arching up again through Easter’s tomb, brings with Him all who wait for Him and desire to live in the light and to sing the songs of freedom. I wait for the Lord who doesn’t boil and cool again, like the coffee water. I wait for the Lord whose love is lasting, who stirs me for longer than a one night’s blackout, a snowstorm which re-orders just a single day. I wait for the Lord who challenges me to find in the love of another human both a model and strength for giving my life to a world of always particular people who live in shadows waiting for our recognition. I wait for the Lord whose Christmas lights are always burning, who sends each night a band of angels singing, each day a pillar of cloud and each night a fire to lead us out of every time of bondage. I wait for his promised time when we shall beat our swords into plowshares and our spears into pruning hooks, when nation shall not lift up sword against nation. ‘T wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in His word do I hope.” “O house of Jacob, come, let us walk in the light of the Lord.”

    Note 1 This sermon is found in The Best of John Vannorsdall (Chicago: The Commission for Communication of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, 1990), 46-50. It is reprinted by the generous permission of the Vannorsdall family.

  • Psalm 139 and the Eye of God

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    Psalm 139 and the Eye of God

    Thomas G. Long

    Cambridge, Maryland

    “I hear my father; I need never fear. I hear my mother; I shall never be lonely, or want for love. When I am hungry it is they who provide for me; when I am in dismay, it is they who fill me with comfort… .When I am astonished or bewildered, it is they who make the weak ground him beneath my soul: it is in them that I put my trust….1 need never fear: nor ever shall I lack for loving­ kindness.” James Agee, A Death in the Family

    The quirky eighteenth-century philosopher and social reformer Jeremy Bentham was an atheist who had almost completely eliminated the idea of God. Almost… all that was left of the divine for Bentham was God’s all-seeing Eye. In the late eighteenth-century in England, the issue of prison reform was much in the air. In the middle of that century, the idea of public penitentiaries had been introduced as a more systematic and humane form of punishment, over against the floggings, shaming, and village hangings that had prevailed until then. But by the 1770s, the solution had become the new problem. British prisons were widely viewed as social catastrophes. Dank, overcrowded, inhumane, rat-infested, filled with disease, prisons were chambers of horror, and there were numerous proposals for reform, many religiously motivated. In 1777, the deeply devout Calvinist John Howard published The State of Prisons, in which he advocated for prisons to have sanitary conditions and for the prisoners to have clean water and a good diet. Quakers called for more mercy and dignity in the treatment of prisoners as children of God, and evangelicals championed penitentiaries that truly focused on penitence and salvation. The most unusual proposal for reform, however, was not a religious solution but a thoroughly secular one. The unbelieving Jeremy Bentham thought prisoners did not need to be coddled or redeemed; they needed to be watched, or, as he put it, “inspected.” He developed a new concept in prison architecture, the “Panopticon,” basically a circular building of individual prison cells with a central guard tower. Two great principles regulated the Panopticon.1 The hist was solitude-every prisoner was to have a separate cell with private toilet facilities. There would be no opportunities for conversations, for relationships, for conspiracies, for escape plots. The sight lines of the building would ensure that no prisoner could see into the cell of another. If any prisoner tried to communicate with another by shouting out, that prisoner, said Bentham, was to be gagged, which he argued was a much more humane treatment than the leg irons of the past. The Panopticon was to be a place of permanent solitary confinement.2 The second principle was constant observation, “secular omniscience” Bentham called it. From the perch in the center of the building, the guard could see every prisoner at all times, but, since he was hidden behind a screen, the guard himself could not be seen. Therefore, it wasn’t necessary for the guard actually to surveil the


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    prisoners every minute. Just the very idea that someone could be watching them at all times was enough to keep the prisoners under control. Even though Bentham was anti-religious, it has been noted that his Panopticon was, in effect, an architectural borrowing of medieval depictions of “the Eye of God,” particularly that found in Hieronymus Bosch’s “The Seven Deadly Sins and the Four Last Things” (1485).3 In Bosch’s painting, each of the deadly sins occupies one sector of a circle. In the center of the circle is the Eye of God, with Christ as the pupil of this divine eye, keeping constant watch on all sinners and transgressions of every kind. Below Christ is a banner that reads, “”Cave, cave, deus videt”-“”Beware, beware. God sees!”4 “Beware, beware. God sees!” could well be the underlying power of Bentham’s Panopticon. When he sketched the design for the Panopticon, Bentham could not resist, with a hint of sarcasm no doubt, placing a quotation from scripture on the sketch. The words fit perfectly, from Psalm 139:

    Thou art about my path and about my bed: and spiest out all my ways. Even there also shall thy hand lead me: and thy right hand shall hold me. If I say, Peradventure the darkness shall cover me: then shall my night be turned to day. (Psalm 139:3,10-11, Coverdale translation)

    As Gertrude Himmelfarb has noted in her book Victorian Minds,

    Bentham did not believe in God, but he did believe in the qualities apotheo­ sized in God. The Panopticon was a realization of the divine ideal, spying out the ways of the transgressor by means of an ingenious architectural scheme, turning night into day with artificial lights and reflectors, holding men captive by an intricate system of inspection. Its purpose was not so much to provide a maximum amount of human supervision, as to transcend the human and give the illusion of a divine omnipresence.5

    To his bitter disappointment, Bentham’s architectural proposal never much caught on in prison design, but his Panopticon has become a metaphor for our own digitally intrusive times. Our entire society has become a kind of Panopticon, and we are constantly being watched by a cyber version of God’s Eye, a “secular omniscience” of unseen observers. Silent cameras watch us on highways, in stores, at stadiums, and in elevators. Programmed algorithms crawl around the internet gathering data on us all. Click on a random ad for Nike running shoes, say, and emails and ads from Zappos immediately take up residence in our inboxes and on webpages. After Edward Snowden blew the whistle on the NSA’s Orwellian scheme to monitor all phone conversations in the country, Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones quipped at a 2013 concert at Washington’s Verizon Center, “I don’t think President Obama is here tonight…but I’m sure he’s listening in.”6 In our own day, Bentham’s notion of “secular omniscience” has moved into the cultural mainstream. We all have the sense that an unseen presence is watching us, listening to us, constantly observ­


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    ing, tracking our secrets. We can even imagine, Bentham-like, a contemporary and menacing parody of Psalm 139:

    O Google, O Facebook, you have searched me and known me. You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from far away. O Amazon, you search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, O Cyber Lords, you know it completely.

    Years ago, I was visiting a pastor friend of mine at his church. After talking for a while in his study, he offered to give me a tour of the building. He showed me the well-equipped church school classrooms, the nicely appointed kitchen and fellowship hall, the beautiful and reverent sanctuary. For the coup tie gras, he escorted me to the front lawn of the church to survey the whole edifice. It was impressive, a neo-gothic gem, but as my eye climbed the prominent tower that soared toward the heavens, I noticed something odd. At the top on the tower, on all four sides, there were openings, apparently designed to accommodate stained-glass windows, but all four openings were boarded over. Nothing I had seen led me to think that this church had run out of money before finishing the tower, and I could hardly believe that vandals could get rocks high enough to break out the windows. “What happened up there?” I asked, pointing to the boarded-up spaces. “Oh, yeah. The people in the town asked us to do that,” my friend responded. “The people in the town asked you to do that?” “Yeah, there used to be stained-glass windows in those openings. They were depictions of the Eye of God, you know, like on the back of the dollar bill,” he said, making a triangle with his fingers over his right eye. “The windows were illuminated at night, and you could see them all over town. You could see them from the mall. You could see them from the high school. A lot of people complained. They told us they believed in God, but they didn’t want God looking at them all the time.” The image of the Eye of God has made a sad migration. In the Old Testament, God’s Eye watches protectively over Israel:

    [H]e who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord watches over you— the Lord is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord will keep you from all harm— he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore. (Psalm 121:4-8 NIV)

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    nous hymn Dies Irae (“The Day of Wrath”) in which the Eye of God has become a searchlight of guilt and shame:

    That day of wrath, that dreadful day, shall heaven and earth in ashes lay. What horror must invade the mind when the approaching Judge shall find and sift the deeds of all mankind! … Now death and nature with surprise behold the trembling sinners rise to meet the Judge’s searching eyes.

    Today, the all-seeing Eye of God has become a secularized, uncaring omniscience, manipulating our consumer lusts, exposing our once-hidden secrets, recording our thoughts and actions in a permanent record of shame and social control. All of this has a direct impact on how we read and hear Psalm 139 today. Once Psalm 139 was a song of comfort. “God is Thou to the psalmist’s I,” writes James L. Mays. “The psalmist is free for and to God.”7 But to our ears today, Psalm 139 can come across as invasive and menacing, whether in the context of the all-seeing and accusing medieval Eye of God or the pervasive, all-knowing eye of Amazon, Psalm 139 can now seem more threatening than comforting. We hear of a God who searches us, a God whose penetrating gaze we cannot escape. “Where can I flee from your presence?” asks the psalmist. “If I ascend to heaven, you are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.” Like the townspeople in my friend’s village, do we really want the unavoidable stare of God? Years ago in a radio interview, country singer Dolly Parton was talking about how show business constantly presents challenges to one’s moral life. “But I always know,” said Dolly, expressing the popular piety of many, “that the man upstairs is watch­ ing.” But the God of this piety holds more in common with the guard in Bentham’s Panopticon than it does with the God of Psalm 139. So, as we read and preach Psalm 139, we need hist to address the collateral damage done by reading the psalm out of context. In order to keep the psalm from being misheard as a psalm of terror, to banish from the hearers ’ imagination the image of God as some fear-inducing “Bad Santa” who “knows when you’ve been sleeping, and knows when you’re awake, and knows when you’ve been bad or good,” we should begin by recovering the psalm’s true theological context. We do indeed hear of a God who knows and searches and watches without ceasing, but God’s watchfulness is not the abstract gaze of a traffic cam or an all-seeing drone hying overhead just out of sight, and even more, it is not the punitive scrutiny of a wrathful judge. The Eye of God in Psalm 139 can best be understood, I contend, in parental terms, as the watchfulness of a loving mother, a loving father. First, we can see that the main images in the psalm are parental. This God who has “searched me” knows “when I sit down and when I rise up” (v. 2). What good parents have not tucked their children in at night and listened in the morning for the sounds of their rising? What good parents have not pulled back the curtains on the bedroom window and watched anxiously for the return of the teenaged child late at night? This God watches over us from heaven to Sheol, and we cannot flee from God’s


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    presence (vv.7-8), but this all-seeing, all-present God does not pursue us to catch us in iniquity and to punish but, like a good parent, to protect and guide us. “[E]ven there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me fast” (v. 10). Beyond these specific images, or rather when all of these images in the psalm are taken as a whole, Psalm 139 expresses the theme of parental care in another way as well. In A Rumor of Angels, Peter Berger speaks of the role of the parent as “a world builder and world protector.” Imagine, he writes, “A child wakes up in the night, perhaps from a bad dream and finds himself surrounded by darkness, alone, beset by nameless threats. At such a moment the contours of trusted reality are blurred and invisible, in the terror of incipient chaos the child cries out for his mother. ”5 What will the mother do? She will, of course, slip on her robe and go quickly to the child, cradling the child in her arms. Berger writes, “She will turn on a lamp, perhaps, which will encircle the scene with a warm glow of reassuring light. She will speak or sing to the child and the content of this communication will invariably be the same-‘Don’t be afraid-everything is in order, everything is all right.’”8 But then Berger raises a troubling question: “Is the mother lying to the child?” Does she not know of the terrors of the world that beset us? Does she not know that one day she will die, and so will her child? How can she hold the child in her arms and say, “Everything is all right”? If it is true, says Berger, “that the ‘natural’ is the only reality there is,” then, yes, the mother is lying, lying out of love for her child to be sure, but lying nonetheless. But, Berger argues, the reassurance of the mother that all is well rests not on the circumstances of the morrow or the news of the com­ ing days, but on the nature of reality as such. Even if the mother is not fully aware of the depth of her words, when she tells her frightened child that “everything is all right… not just this particular anxiety, not just this particular pain-but everything is all right, ” she is telling the truth “only if there is some truth in the religious interpretation of existence. ”9 To put it in terms of the psalm, the mother in the night can reassure her child that everything is all right only if reality is in the hands of the God who is behind us and before us and who lays the hand of care upon us, only if God provides more than the occasional gift or answered prayer but instead supplies an overarching, trustworthy frame of meaning. We can withstand the terrors of the night and rest in the promise that “all is well” only if we can say of God, “Even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day, for darkness is as light to you” (Ps. 139:12). One of the roles that God fulfills as benevolent parent is to assure those who hear God’s Word that reality has a trustworthy order-not the order of this or that fragile society but order as such; the underlying order of the universe is held together by providence so that it makes sense to trust. As Calvin said of God’s parental care,

    [W]e must be persuaded not only that as he once formed the world, so he sustains it by his boundless power, governs it by his wisdom, preserves it by his goodness, in particular, rules the human race with justice and judg­ ment, bears with them in mercy, shields them by his protection; but also that not a particle of light, or wisdom, or justice, or power, or rectitude, or genuine truth, will anywhere be found, which does not flow from him, and of which he is not the cause; in this way we must learn to expect and ask all things from him, and thankfully ascribe to him whatever we receive….


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    For, until men feel that they owe everything to God, that they are cherished by his paternal care, and that he is the author of all their blessings, so that nought is to be looked for away from him, they will never submit to him in voluntary obedience; nay, unless they place their entire happiness in him, they will never yield up their whole selves to him in truth and sincerity.10

    But there is in Psalm 139 a seeming break in this sea of untroubled providence. In a way that has been disturbing to ordinary readers of the psalm and to scholars as well, Psalm 139 suddenly takes on a dark mood. “O that you would kill the wicked, O God… .Do I not hate those who hate you, O Lord?…I hate them with perfect hatred” (vv. 21-22). Who are these enemies who are hated? Who is it that the psalmist wishes would be killed at the hands of God? Historically, we are not sure. They could be blasphemers or perhaps just troublemakers who are making life hard for the psalmist. The psalms, especially the laments, are full of such petitions, appeals to God to destroy whatever foes are besieging the psalmist. But, once again, this section of the psalm is best heard in a parental context. Fu­ neral director and essayist Thomas Lynch remembers his earliest days as a mortician and the trauma of burying infants and children:

    Because I would not keep in stock an inventory of children’s caskets, I’d order them, as the need arose, in sizes and half sizes from two foot to five foot six, often estimating the size of a dead child, not yet released from the county morgue, by the sizes of my own children, safe and thr iving and alive…. I was a new parent and the new undertaker in a town where births and deaths are noticed. And one of the things I noticed was the number of stillbirths and fetal deaths we were called upon to handle…. [I]n addition to the hundred adult funerals we handled every year in those days, we would be called upon to take care of the burial of maybe a dozen infants—babies born dead, or born living but soon dead from some anomaly…. And I remember in those hist years as a father and a funeral director, new at making babies and at burying them, I would often wake in the middle of the night, sneak into the rooms where my sons and daughter slept, and bend to their crib sides to hear them breathe. It was enough. I did not need astronauts or presidents or doctors or lawyers. I only wanted them to breathe. Like my father, I had learned to fear.11

    Viewed in the context of the parental love and care of God, the enemies of Psalm 139:19-22 are nothing so trivial as the vexing co-worker, the irritating neighbor, or the wicked relative who has designs on your share of the inheritance. It impoverishes the psalm to imply that those who do not have faith in God are our enemies, worthy of being detested, or even worse, that those we name as our enemies are automatically God’s enemies, too, and the target of divine hatred. Psalm 139 is about the parental God who watches over us and about the trustworthy world this implies. The enemy of Psalm 139 is that which threatens to undermine the trustworthiness of God’s care and to sever the grateful and faithful relationship between human beings and the motherly,


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    fatherly God who tends to us from birth to the end, from the heights of heaven to the depths of Sheol. The enemy is ultimately Death, capital “D” death, the final enemy, who, in all its guises, threatens to destroy what the rest of the psalm proclaims. The naming of this enemy is not an awkward and unwelcome intrusion into the psalm; it is a necessity. As philosopher Charles Taylor has written,

    A too benign picture of the human condition leaves something crucial out, something that matters to us. There is a dark side to creation, to use this (Barthian) expression; along with joy, there is massive innocent suffering; and then on top of this, the suffering is denied, the story of the victims is distorted, eventually forgotten, never rectified or compensated. Along with communion, there is division, alienation, spite, mutual forgetfulness, never reconciled and brought together again. Even where a voice of faith wants to deny that this is the last word, as with Christianity, we cannot set aside the fact that this is what we live, that we regularly experience this as ultimate. All great religions recognize this, and place their hopes in a beyond which doesn’t simply deny this, which takes its reality seriously…. Simply negating [the dark side of creation], as many of us modern Chris­ tians are tempted to do, leaves a vacuum. Or it leaves rather an unbeliev­ ably benign picture, which cannot but provoke people either to unbelief, or to… faith, unless it leads to a recovery of the mystery of the Crucifixion, of world-healing through the suffering of the God-man. Certainly this central mystery of Christian faith becomes invisible, if one tries to paint the dark out of Creation.12

    We are now reading the psalm as Christians, reading it Christologically. The psalmist tells the truth when, in the midst of praise and thanksgiving, he sees that this fabric of divine care has been infected by “enemies,” and he cries out, “O that you would kill the wicked, O God.” The answer is not a sword but a cross. God who searches for us in darkness, who comes to us even when we have made our bed in Sheol, is revealed in the Christ who came to seek and save the lost, the Christ who was crucified, dead, and buried, the Christ who has searched us and known us, whose pursuit of us knows no boundaries, even to the point that he descended into hell. “Even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me fast” (v. 10). The gifted preacher and teacher Fred Craddock once observed that when children play hide-and-seek, a child who finds a perfect hiding place begins chirping gleefully, “TheyTl never find me! TheyTl never find me!” But as the minutes go by in hidden isolation, this glee turns to anxious fear: “Hey, they’11 never find me. TheyTl never find me.” The psalmist knows this fear, the fear of never being found, the fear of liv­ ing in hidden isolation, but he is able to sing, nevertheless, a song of faith and trust: “My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes beheld my unformed substance” (vv. 1516 ). When Thomas Lynch confessed that the sad task of burying children had taught him fear, he goes on to say, “But faith is, so far as I know it, the only known cure for fear—the sense that someone is in charge here, is checking the ID’s and watching the borders. Faith is what my mother said: letting go and letting God—a leap into the


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    unknown where we are not in control but always welcome. ”13 Psalm 139 is not just a psalm of praise to the searching, loving God, but also a testimony to that nature of reality. At its deepest rhythms, it testifies, “This is the way it is. The never-ceasing providence of God. This is truly the way it is.” Jayson Greene is a father who remembers that even when his daughter Greta was young enough to be in diapers, she loved playing a game of hide-and-seek. She and Jayson would be playing in her room when suddenly Greta would run out into the hall, just out of sight. She would call out to her father from her hiding place, “Where’s Greta?” Jayson would act as if he were greatly perplexed, “turning over small toys on the floor to see if she was under them, peeking behind the couch, clutching my head in mock terror. ‘Oh no, what have we done?’ I would moan. ‘We’ve lost her!’ She would laugh, run back in, and announce, ‘Greta came right back!’ ”14 But then, the unthinkable happened. Greta and her grandmother, on an outing together, sit down on a bench on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, grandmother and granddaughter, enjoying the day. From the ledge of an apartment above them, a brick is somehow dislodged, falls eight stories, and strikes Greta in the head. As a woman living in the apartment building said, “It was like an evil force reached down….” After hours of agonizing waiting in the pediatric ICU at the hospital, Jayson and his wife Stacy are told by the surgeon the news no parent can imagine hearing, “Her condition is stable, but the brain injury is such that she will never wake up. ” She waits a beat, then, more quietly, “I believe her prognosis is fatal.” Jayson and Stacy go immediately to Greta’s bedside in the ICU to say farewell:

    We walk into Greta’s room; we are, we now understand, greeting our dead child. Her face is yellow and glistening with IV fluid, her skull swol­ len and blue, with obscene steel staples running down the center. We flank the bed, each holding on to a hand. “Hi, monkey,” my wife says. “We didn’t get very much time together. It wasn’t enough, was it?”15

    After Greta died, Jayson and Stacy tried, with halting success, to resume their regular lives. Jayson began to take his daily run in the streets of the city, but there was one place he still refused to go: the park. “The park, he said, “was our place, Greta’s and mine—every tree, every leaf, every passing doggy belonged to the two of us.” But then one day, he feels an unexpected sensation. Something tells him, “I need to go running in the park. ” And that is what he does. He jogs past children playing, past a middle-school football team doing drills, past a couple of kids swatting a baseball. And then, “There at the park’s mouth, my heart stirs, and I feel a peculiar elation. I recognize her. Greta is somewhere nearby. I feel her energy, playfully expectant. Come find me, Daddy, she says. Tears spring and run freely down my face. I hear you, baby girl, I whisper. Daddy’s coming to get you. Suddenly, he sees her, sees his daughter in his imagination, sees his Greta. The child who would always end hide-and-seek by saying with a laugh, “Greta come right back.” There she was. Jayson said,

    Standing in the park, staring at her, I make a strange and primal sound, deep and rich like a belly laugh, hard and sharp like a sob. You are here. You


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    picked the park. Good choice, baby girl. Oblivious to the people around me, I run to her. She wiggles in anticipatory joy. Stooping down, I scoop her up under her soft armpits, her shoulder blades meeting at the pads of my fingers, and I lift her up into the sky. She is invisible to passersby—to them, there is nothing in the spot next to the tree where she stands laughing and clapping but a patch of grass, and there is nothing in my arms but air.16

    Reflecting on this experience some days later, Jayson said, “I am treading ether, a new and unfamiliar kind of contact high. I have been raised secular by my parents, and I’ve never set foot in a church for more than an hour. But I will do anything for Greta, I am learning. And that includes becoming a mystic, so that I might still enjoy her company.” What happened here? A spasm of profound grief? A mystical experience? A rus­ tling of angels’ wings? A word from the Holy Spirit? Who can sort it out? And why should we need to? A father’s desperate and loving search for a lost child surely points beyond this one experience to the even deeper truth of Psalm 139, the never-ending providence of God, the truth of God the loving parent who never ceases to search for us, to find us, to know our frame, and to lead us in the way everlasting. This is the way it is. This is truly the way it is.

    Notes 1 See this discussion of Bentham’s Panopticon in Gertrude Himmelfarb, Victorian Minds (New York: Knopf, f968), chapter 2. 2 Realizing later that solitary confinement was “more than human nature could bear” (here he quoted John Howard), Bentham changed his mind about individual cells. The prison, he now argued, should have cells that accommodate two, three, or four prisoners, depending upon their character and other circumstances. See Himmelfarb, Victorian Minds, 45-46. 3 David Lyons, “Surveillance and the Eye of God,” Studies in Christian Ethics 27/1 (2014. See also Astrit Schmidt-Burkhardt, “The All Seer: God’s Eye as Proto-Surveillance, in Thomas Y. Levin, et al (eds), Rhetorics of Surveillance from Bentham to Big Brother (Karlsruhe: ZKM Centre for Art and Media, 2002), 16-31. 4 Hieronymus Bosch’s “The Seven Deadly Sins and the Four Last Things” can be seen at https://www. wikiart.org/en/hieronymus-bosch/the-seven-deadly-sins-and-the-four-last-things-1485. 5 Himmelfarb, Victorian Minds, 35. 6 Lloyd Green, “Edward Snowden Writes in 50 Shades of Grey,” The Guardian, September 22, 2019, accessed at https: //www. theguardian. com/us-news/2019/sep/22/permanent-record-review-edwardsnowden -memoir. 7 James L. Mays, Psalms: Interpretation, A Bible Commentary for Teaching and Preaching (Louisville: John Knox Press, 1994), 427. 8 Peter L. Berger, A Rumor of Angels: Modern Society and the Rediscovery of the Supernatural (New York: Anchor, 1970), 54-55. 9 Ibid., 55. 10 John Calvin, Institutes of the Christian Religion 1:1.2, translated by Henry Beveridge (Peabody, MA: Hendrickson, 2008), 8-9, emphasis mine. 11 Thomas Lynch, The Undertaking: Life Studies from the Dismal Trade (New York: Norton, 2009), 50-54. 12 Charles Taylor, A Secular Age (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 2007), 319. 13 Lynch, The Undertaking, 54. 14 Jayson Greene, “The Unthinkable Has Happened,” Vulture, April 10, 2019, https://www.vulh.ire. com/2019/04/jayson-greene- memoir-once-more-we-saw-stars-book-excerpt.html. 15 Ibid. 16 Ibid.