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  • ‘Spiritual but not religious’

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    “Spiritual but Not Religious ”

    William H. Willimon North Alabama Conference, United Methodist Church, Birmingham, Alabama

    In a January 2011 interview with Piers Morgan, Oprah Winfrey announced that her most important role is “spiritual leader”: “This isn’t about me. I am the messenger to deliver the message of redemption, of hope, of forgiveness, of gratitude, of evolving people to the best of themselves. So I am on my personal journey. My personal journey is to fulfill the highest expression of myself here as a human being here on earth,” said Oprah. This surely makes Oprah not only a savviest of business persons but also the national leader of the burgeoning “I’m religious but not spiritual” movement. I resent Oprah’s assumption of “spiritual leader.” Unlike Oprah I had to labor three years in seminary before anybody was allowed to call me a spiritual leader. Moreover I fear that some uninformed person in the hinterland might be mislead by Oprah into thinking that the “spiritual” is roughly analogous to “Christian.” I agree with Lillian Daniel who says — in response to the dear, dumb flight companion who intones “I’m spiritual but not religious” — “Please stop boring me.” Now that everybody is “spiritual,” it has taken all the wind out of spirituality. Boring. What, in Jesus’ name, hath “spiritual” to do with the Christian faith? Martin Luther notes that in his sermon on the Sermon on the Mount,1 Jesus begins his sermon on the First Beatitude by attacking “the greatest and most universal belief or religion on earth”— those “crazy saints” who think that the purpose of the Christian faith is spiritual aggrandizement. Luther says that Jesus makes “blessed are the poor in Spirit” the First Beatitude because, if at the beginning of the sermon one feels that one is spiritually well endowed, spiritually rich, then by the end of the sermon – after the preacher has pummeled you for marrying after divorce, looking at a person lustfully, not turning the other cheek, and returning evil for evil – everybody looks spiritually destitute! So the first thing to say to those dear, sweet folk who, when invited to sign on to the church as a means of grace say, “I’m not religious; but I’m very spiritual,” is “Where the heck did you get the idea that Christianity gave a rip about either religion or spirituality?” Spirituality is another means of turning faith in God into a commodity for our private consolation. (Thank you, Karl Barth.) This privatization of God was done by the modern democratic, liberal nation state in order to neutralize Christianity, to marginalize it from the common life, to bury God in the confines of the self, to trivialize the Trinity, and to keep this governmentally troubling faith from going public. (Thank you, Thomas Jefferson.) What passes today for “spirituality” was invented to silence the church in order to make way for the omnipotent state and its capitalist economy. The government has found that Christians (well, any believer who thinks that his or her God might be more important than the state) are easier to manage if they will confine their faith to something within. We’ve got our own theologians to blame for this sad state of affairs, with vast numbers of Americans running around thinking that religion is vague and personal. In


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    an attempt to rescue some shred of the Christian faith from the ravages of the modem world, Schleiermacher thinned the gospel down: the essence of religion is not thought or action but feeling and intuition, faith that dare not utter its name, religion that is felt but seldom seen. God is forced to retreat from the stage of history and to work exclusively within the confines of the modern self.2 Thanks to folk like Schleiermacher and Borg, spirituality has made religion suecessful and safe, enabling 90 percent of all Americans to say they believe in God. If you crank “God” down low enough, make the term vague enough and emptied of any intellectual content, everybody is a believer. Spirituality enables us to be the first generation of Christians in history who cannot get hurt by following Jesus. Thus the NPR show, that I happen to enjoy on my podcast, renamed itself from “Speaking of Faith” to the even more vague and generic “On Being,” when even “faith” proved to be too loaded a word for NPR. “Spirituality” is but our most recent attempt to mitigate demands of having God come to us as Christ. “Revelation” is reduced to a class of phenomena that some individuals experience more dramatically than others, an innate something within. We have thus found a way to give credence to Feuerbach’s claim that “God” is another name for the projection of the deepest human desires. Thus Barth warned that “Whoever is concerned with the spirit, the heart, and conscience, and.. .inwardness… must be confronted with the question of whether he is really concerned with God and not with the apotheosis of man.”3 Barth believed that we know humanity only on the basis of what we know of God in Jesus Christ. Spirituality gets it the other way around, beginning with human subjectivity and asking what we can know of God based upon what we know of ourselves . Christians may not know everything, but we do know Jesus Christ as God’s self-definition that we didn’t respond well to from the very beginning. Spirituality, in its present form (a pale, cobbled together imitation of that risky piety once practiced by the saints), is but our latest effort to fashion a God more congenial to how our God ought to look if God were worthy of worship by people like us. My theory is that when Christian spirituality no longer meant “piety,” it ran unchecked and untethered. Now God means whatever we want God to mean, whatever is practically helpful to us in our pursuit of whatever it is we want more than God, whatever, whomever we find credible within the limits of modern imagination. Christians historically thought of their piety not primarily as a technique to get them up to God, but rather as God’s appointed means to get down to them. Thus John Calvin defined piety as “that reverence joined with love of God which the knowledge of his benefits induces.”4 Note Calvin’s linkage of piety with knowledge of God in Christ, whereas much that passes for spirituality in our age begins with the claim to complete ignorance of who God actually is. “God? Oh can’t say anything for sure about God. That would be intellectually arrogant.”5 We wish. Christology gives specific, unavoidable, prophetic content and necessary theological control to pneumatology. Our imaginations are prone to fanciful constructions of God. Incarnational faith regards “faith” as less interesting than “faith in whom?” Solid, interesting intellectual content is precisely what is lacking in so many contemporary treatments of “spirituality.” For Christians, “God is God, not in the mists of some transcendence, not on the basis of their own opinion, thought, or speculation, not in the form of an image

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    projected by them, but in Jesus Christ, ״thunders Barth.6 I know this is a prejudiced ecclesiastical statement (the only kind you should expect me to make), but whenever I hear the now commonplace “I’m spiritual but not religious,” my reaction is similar to the one I had to generations of Duke students who pled, “Since we love one another, why do we need to stand up in a church and say it? Can’t we just live together without all that marriage stuff?” Because “I love you,” so often means in this culture, “I love me and want to use you to love me even more,” the church has found it helpful to test our declarations of love by submitting them to the vows of marriage. Can your “love” endure the test of a lifelong, exclusive, morally formative promise? “So you say that you are 4spiritual’? Any specific flesh or muscle on that ‘spirit’ whom you worship? Can your ‘faith’ in God endure the test of obedience to a First Century Jew who lived briefly and died violently and returned unexpectedly? Are you able to love God without despising those whom God loves? If not, why bother?” See you in church on Sunday.

    Notes 1 “The Sermon on the Mount,” Luther’s Works (American Edition), (1955-1976), 11-19, (1530-1532). 2 Barth said that Schleiermacher made Spirit “identical with subjective stimulation,” a merely “supreme enhancement” of the human spirit that eventually degenerated, in Barth’s estimation, to Troeltsch’s equation of the Holy Spirit with “direct religious productivity of the individual.” Cited in Eberhard Busch, The Great Passion: An Introduction to Karl Barth ‘s Theology, trans. Geoffrey W. Bromiley, ed. Darrell L. Guder and Judith J. Guder (William B. Eerdmans Pubi. Co. Grand Rapids, Mich), 2004), 221. 3 Karl Barth in his introductory essay to Ludwig Feuerbach, The Essence of Christiainity (New York: Harper and Brothers, 1957), xxlv. 4 John Calvin, Institutes of the Christian Religion, trans. Ford Lewis Battles, ed. John T. McNeill, Voi 20, Library of Xtian Classics, 2 vols (Philadelphia: Westminster Press, 1960), 1.2.1. 5 Kant, precursor to Schliermacher said, “I had to do away with knowledge in order to make room for faith.” Kant, Critique of Pure Reason, trans. Norman Kemp Smith (New York: St. Martin’s Press, 1965/1787), 29. John Milbank has had lots to say about the “false humility” of modem theology. 6 Karl Barth, The Christian Life: Church Dogmatics IV, 4, Lecture Fragments, trans. Geoffrey W. Bromiley (William B. Eerdmans Publishing Co.: Grand Rapids, Mich.), 1981,93.

  • The stand-in church

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    The Stand-In Church

    Lillian Daniel First Congregational Church, United Church of Christ, Glen Ellyn, Illinois

    Tom was the sexton at the first church I served, in charge of maintaining the physical plant of the church. Sextons, not Saint Peter, hold the all important keys in church life, securing the building after twelve step meetings, cleaning up before Sunday worship, making sure the boiler is ready and running. A rock and roller who had turned his life around, Tom the sexton had finally met the right wife, finally quit drinking, and finally started to think about one day quitting smoking. With his ever present dark jeans and tee shirts, salt and pepper beard, and rock star skinny build, people were always telling Tom he looked like Peter Frampton. He still played the guitar with other men in that New England suburb who parked minivans after work and descended into basements where tube amps and Stratocasters kept out the noise of the children’s cartoons upstairs. As sexton, Tom spent as much time visiting with the church members as he did fixing up the church, more comfortable sharing his philosophy of life than hammering in solitude, unless it was on that guitar. The beauty of working with Tom was that he might come over to my parsonage to fix a leaky pipe, but he’d end up being convinced to have just one cup of coffee, and then another, and then another. Soon I’d discover that three hours had gone by. While the sink was not yet fixed, I sure had learned a lot about Masonic conspiracy theories, the hazards of a bad acid trip, or why life in the New Jersey suburbs had never been for Tom. After I left that church, Tom and I remained friends as I followed the gossip of the church I had left behind over yet more cups of coffee, now in my own home where leaky pipes did not beckon to him. The news he brought from that old church was nuanced in that Tom did everything there except attend worship. Long ago scarred by church, Tom had been drawn into an intellectual dance in which he read much about all religions but could not bear to rest in one. Fascinated and horrified by the life of faith, he had found a job that pulled him into the inner workings of a community of faith without demanding any confession of faith. In many ways, Tom practiced the Christian faith, but his early experience of a church obsessed with doctrines had left him gun shy of the institution. While he never sat in those pews at the appointed hour, he was participating in the church in every other way. When the lung cancer caught up with him, when a cup of coffee became too heavy to hold, when bad cells had wrapped themselves around the last safe breathing space in his thinning body, his wife called me to the old Catholic hospital where I saw Tom be still for the first time in my life. To watch his wiry fidgety body at rest, moving only with the up and down of the respirator, to hear the gurgling of fluids in his chest that would end up bringing on death by drowning, to watch the tears of the “right wife at last” hold on to him in the final small moment, I was suddenly the church. A former associate minister, one who had stayed too short a time to affect much at all, I was suddenly the Church of Jesus Christ writ large, present at the moment


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    when Tom would die, and I would witness my very first experience of life leaving one body and going somewhere else. I think we do this for one another all the time, we mad people of faith. We interact with those who will not step foot in the institutions we love. We make friends with non-believers who claim that we are crazy. And then in these moments of utter crisis, we find ourselves called into the eye of the tornado. Suddenly we realize that we have become for them the church. And we are called to play a role greater than our role as friend, family member, or colleague. “Do you believe in heaven?” they may ask, as Tom had asked me many times over coffee, just checking to make sure I still thought it was true. “Do you still believe in God as you watch him suffer?” they may ask, as the wife of a dying man asked me, angrily challenging, yet longing for some word of hope as her love slipped away. Forever? And suddenly, instead of thinking that a debate is about to ensue, you realize you have been called upon not for your answer, not for your argument, but for your testimony. Not just your testimony, but the testimony of the church that has stood in the midst of utter sadness and made claims that only the mad would make. Many quietly faithful people struggle with testimony. We don’t want to shove our faith down people’s throats. We don’t want to be pushy, obnoxious, or self-righteous. But sometimes people put us on the spot, put us on the witness stand and ask for our testimony. Testimony is calling out that you have seen light in the midst of darkness. Testimony is telling the story about how you met God, even when you have forgotten it. Testimony is telling the story of a community over time, of a particular people, and how God has intervened. And when the unchurched call us into the most intimate and sad moments, we become the church. We can either sit mute or give our testimony. It may not be eloquent. Some of the best testimonies are stumbling words choked out of the same sorrow that the nonbeliever stands drowning in, but at least the believer can say, “Yes, in the midst of this tragedy, I believe there is more than all of this.” I remember, when I walked into Tom’s hospital room that day, not only was my role unclear, but my place was unclear. Was my role to be friend or to be some kind of pastor? What was my place in this situation? And what was my place in this physical room? Tom’s wife was next to him; there were no free chairs and no one to act as host. I wondered where to place myself. Like the disciples who asked Jesus where they should sit, with regard to who could be at his right side, loved ones around the bed of a dying person often wonder the same thing. Where is my place? There can even be a hierarchy of the grieving. Who sits closest? Who does the doctor address? Who is forgiven from speaking, and who is called upon to explain? And the newcomer, entering the room where death has settled, is always unsettled. Do I hold the hand of the one who is slipping away? Or do I hold the hand of the one who will be slipped away from? In this case, I felt my place was at the foot of the bed. Tom’s wife had his head in her arms, his heart next to her heart, but I at least could keep vigil over his feet. I rubbed his foot, first one then another, gradually realizing that indeed I had found my place, not just here, but in a longer story. The great prayers of the church, the testimony that life will go on and that the dead will live forevermore, often get heard from the feet up. They come, for most who

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    grieve, as background noise in the surprising busyness of death. Even the details of the funeral overshadow the words that are spoken, and family members worry over who brought the chicken salad, or who will read the poem at the graveside. But God has never objected to speaking from the bottom end of things. It was, after all, his son who washed the feet of the disciples who preferred to argue over who would sit at Jesus’ right hand. Jesus preferred to proclaim from the foot of the bed and to take his cues from the foot of his own body. Sometimes the church has to work through church stand-ins. Sometimes, as people of faith, we are called to witness to the good news to people who have no interest in our beliefs. Yet they have called us to their sides at a moment of crisis, as friend, family, or comforter. And we could no longer leave behind our faith than we could leave behind our bodies. And so we are there, present, being as much of the church as they will see. The membrane between the church and the world is thin. We want to cross it lightly, gracefully, so that suddenly, even for those who do not show up on Sundays at God’s physical house, a house with many mansions still might shine through in their imaginations. This kind agility is not born by taking the physical house, the church, lightly. No, worship is what prepares us for the strangeness of life. When we read about Jesus washing the disciples’ feet before the last supper and his death, God prepares us for a later moment when the only seat at the table will be at the bottom of a hospital bed. Rather than hammering the unchurched with the gospel from our mouths and heads, rather than arguing with them or badgering them, rather than capturing the moment like a pious pirate, the stand-in church is called not to be brilliant, not to be persuasive, not even to tell the entire story right then and there. Rather, the stand-in church is called to simply be. After all, we follow a savior who knew when to preach, but also knew when to be content washing feet. Jesus delivered the gospel from the bottom up. We can do that too. As I rubbed his feet, as the stand-in church, Tom’s body buckled under the white blankets and left us with a violent shake of an old rocker whose guitar solo had taken it all out of him. I held on to his feet a little longer, as they grew cold, until I knew that this was no longer my place. It was time to move to the rest of the room and the tears of the living, where Tom’s song played on.

  • Wait, watch, wonder: 2011

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    Wait, Watch, Wonder – 2011

    David A. VanderMeer

    Central Presbyterian Church, Atlanta, GA

    Several years ago after searching for liturgical artists, I stumbled upon the glorious and colorful artwork of Christina Saj, who bases her work on Byzantine icons. After exploring her website, www.christinasaj.com, I fell in love with her art and her medium. I called her and arranged for Central Presbyterian Church to host an exhibit of her iconography in our Tull Hall Art Gallery. Over the history of the Christian church, iconography has been at times controversial . Beginning as early as the fourth century, the eastern church, centered in Constantinople, incorporated icons into their worship spaces, arguing that worshipers venerated not the object, but the person who was visible in and through the image. In the same period, the western church, centered in Rome, rejected icons, but focused on relics, which for many brought the presence of the holy person through their bones or other artifacts. Finally, in the 11th century, this controversy contributed to the division of the church. By the time of the Reformation and Counter Reformation in the sixteenth century , John Calvin argued that the highest and most direct way to grasp what is God’s truth is not through icons, but by attending to the Word of God preached and enacted faithfully in the pulpit and at the table. Only in these ways can God’s true majesty be grasped, by a faculty that is “far above the perception of our eyes.”1 At the same time, however, he wrote about the beauty in the natural world, “Let us not be ashamed to take pious delight in the works of God open and manifest in this most beautiful theater.”2 By the twentieth century, however, members of the Reformed community in America were developing their own visual culture. Paul Tillich, in particular, gave the visual arts an important place in his theology, as Karl Barth did with music.3 In 1940, the Taizé community in France was formed by Brother Roger and a small group of largely Reformed Christians. During World War II they provided a place of safety for Jews and others fleeing for their lives, but over time it has become an ecumenical center of worship for more than 100,000 youth and adults each year. From the beginning, icons have been used as a focal point of Taizé’s worship. At Central, we have also come to incorporate icons in our monthly Taizé services, and Christina’s artwork helped to expand our understanding and appreciation of the medium far beyond what we had yet to experience. Our worship staff at Central Presbyterian Church in Atlanta, Georgia—which includes our pastor, associate pastor, resident pastor coordinator, three resident pastors , the director of music and fine arts Ministries, the organist, the worship, music, and fine arts assistant, the director of youth ministries, and the director of children’s ministries—meets weekly to plan worship. We regularly finalize the upcoming week and work on the next two weeks out. In addition, we have two long-range planning meetings (August and February) in which we read the lectionary texts and discuss the overall themes and worship ideas that might stir our creative imaginations in illuminating the Word through music, preaching, movement, liturgical art, and sensory experiences.

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    At one of our long-range planning meetings, we were brainstorming our Advent 2012 theme. I mentioned that Christian Saj would be the featured artist in our Art Gallery in the interval beginning in November and running through mid-January, which would encompass the Advent, Christmas, and Epiphany seasons. Once we agreed on the Advent theme of Wait, Watch, Wonder, we commissioned Christina to create an original piece of art. Having settled on the theme, the worship staff began to think creatively about how to shape the liturgy in conversation with this theme. As we moved closer to the Advent Season of 2012, we invited Christina Saj to join us for an Open House Artist’s Reception in November. We invited the Introduction to Worship Class at Columbia Theological Seminary to attend the open house and asked Christina to teach a portion of the class. She helped us and the seminary students understand the history of iconography and shared an excellent slide show illustrating the role icons have played in religious faith and formation across the last millennium. It was this process that informed all of our Advent worship and was the motivation for Gary to preach three sermons, each of which centered on one part of the Advent theme. The sermon on “Wonder5’ was the closing sermon and follows below.

    Notes 1 John Calvin, Institutes of the Christian Religion, I. xi.12. 2 Ibid., I. xiv.20. 3 William A. Dymess, Visual Faith: Art, Theology, and Worship in Dialogue (Grand Rapids: Baker Academic, 2001), 62.

    Wonder Luke 1:26-38

    Gary W. Charles Central Presbyterian Church, Atlanta, Georgia

    Wonder. I find it a word hard to define even though it is often on my tongue. “I-pads and Kindles are each a technological wonder.” “The child’s eyes were filled with wonder as she looked at the Christmas tree.” “We watched the fireworks on the Fourth with wonder.” “The disciples stood outside and looked upon the Jerusalem temple in wonder.” So what is the best way to define “wonder?” Is it as the dictionary says: “a cause of astonishment” or “the quality of excited amazed admiration” or “rapt attention” or “astonishment at something awesomely mysterious” or is it all of the above? Sometimes I find it easier to say what a word does not mean. A staple of my elementary school lunches was peanut butter and jelly on “Wonder Bread.” I promise you that when I removed that sandwich from its wax paper, there was no “cause of astonishment” or “amazed admiration” or anything “awesomely mysterious” about the plain, boring, white bread smothered with peanut butter and jelly. It may have been good marketing, but “Wonder Bread” derailed a really fine word for me for a long time. In my experience, when it comes to defining “wonder,” a dictionary is of limited use. When I have stumbled upon wonder, or wonder has stumbled upon me, it has

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  • Protagonist corner [35 no 3 Easter 2012]

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    Protagonist Corner

    Joseph S. Harvard, III

    First Presbyterian Church, Durham, NC

    In December, 2010,1 had major heart surgery at Duke University Hospital in Durham, North Carolina. Four years earlier a routine test had revealed that I had an aneurysm on my aorta which could be fatal if it ruptured. This problem is often not discovered until it is too late because there are no symptoms. After the diagnosis, my condition was monitored closely by a cardiologist. In the spring of 2009, the doctors recommended that I seriously consider having the surgery. Having the surgery may seem like a “no-brainer,” considering the seriousness of the problem; it is a risky procedure, and when you are feeling well, the decision is not so easy to make. I followed my doctor’s advice and had the surgery. The operation was a success, and my recovery has gone extremely well, for which I am profoundly grateful. Dwelling on one’s health is not attractive to me. During this period of my life, I got tired of talking about my condition. I am sharing this with you because I was asked to reflect on how this experience affected me as a preacher. The last sermon I preached before the surgery was the First Sunday of Advent, 2010. The lectionary text I focused on was Isaiah 11, and the theme was hope in the promises of God. I was preaching to a congregation anxious about their pastor, and I was also anxious myself. I was apprehensive to say the least—afraid is more accurate. I found comfort in the affirmation of faith in scripture that God can be trusted. It does not hurt for the preacher to preach to herself or himself. Not long before my surgery, an elder and good friend in the congregation I serve said he had a sermon request. “When you come back to preach again after your surgery, I would like for you to reflect on what it was like to face life-threatening surgery.” I was taken aback by his up-front acknowledgement of the danger ahead, but I was comforted by his assumption that I would be back in the pulpit! I have reflected on his question a great deal. I think he wanted to know what resources were available to me to face this crisis. The primary insight is what I suggested about the sermon on hope. I discovered that when you face a crisis, a deep reservoir of faith given to us comes to the surface. Having been raised in a faith community and having served as a pastor, many times, I have heard and uttered words like:

    • “In life and in death, we belong to God.”1 • “Whether we live or whether we die, we belong to the Lord” (cf. Rom. 14:8). • “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me” (Ps. 23:1,4). • “What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?” (Rom. 8:31). • “I am persuaded that nothing in all creation, neither life nor death nor things present nor things to come, powers and principalities, nothing can separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord” (cf. Rom 8:39).

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    • “Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come; Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home.”2

    These words of faith and hope had been internalized and were there for me in a difficult time. I knew I was not alone. I knew I was surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses. I am convinced that these are God’s gifts made available through the communities of faith that have nurtured and sustained me. Isn’t this the gift of being part of a community that practices its faith? In the midst of trials and tribulations, we do not have to go out looking for something to help us get through the crisis. What we need has been there all the time, but when we need it, it rises to the surface. What a sustaining and hopeful insight for me! This was my first experience with a serious health crisis. I had never been a patient in a hospital. Having visited many people who were in the hospital, I imagined what it might be like to be dependent on the care of others. I believe it gave me helpful insight on what it is like to be on the receiving end of health care. As pastors, we often find it easier to give than to receive. Letting others care for me was a humbling and enriching experience which has strengthened the bonds between me and my congregation. It was my experience that I received support in a variety of ways, some expected and others out of the blue. On the night before the surgery, I was given an IV with an anesthetic in preparation for the surgery. Because of the medication, I was drifting in and out when I heard this voice that sounded like Moses or one of the prophets. “What is this, a message from God?” I thought. I opened my eyes, and to my amazement, it was Walter Brueggemann on TV, preaching at Duke Chapel. I later learned that the sermon Walter had preached the day before was being shown on Duke’s in-hospital TV network. When I told Walter his voice was the last one I heard before surgery, he responded, “I knew my sermons put people to sleep, but I did not know they were being used to anesthetize folks!” Another good friend, Mel Williams, who was pastor of Watts Street Baptist Church in Durham, visited me soon after my surgery. He informed me that he had a Bible verse for me from Psalm 57:7 (KJV): “My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.” Even though the Hebrew translation may be dubious, I was grateful for the sentiment. I am deeply grateful for all the communities that helped “fix” my heart. The medical expertise in diagnosing and treating heart disease was incredible. The sensitivity of the care given was amazing. The congregations and friends who offered prayers and support were astounding. In my head, I knew that we live by the love, support, and convictions of others. Now I know it with my heart, which causes me to sing and give praise.

    Notes 1 The Brief Statement of Faith, Presbyterian Church (USA). 2 John Newton, “Amazing Grace,” The Presbyterian Hymnal (Louisville, KY: Westminster John Knox Press, 1990), 280.

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  • Upstairs and down

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    Upstairs and Down

    Matthew 5:13-16; Isaiah 58:1-12

    Frank G. Honeycutt

    Ebenezer Lutheran Church, Columbia, SC

    “You are the salt of the earth… .You are the light of the world. A city built on a hill cannot be hid. ״Matthew 5:13-14

    Many Friday evenings ago, when I was a much younger pastor, the phone rang in our home. It was a man named Brian. I’d never met him, had no idea how he got our number. We had some company over as I recall and were enjoying laughter and a rather carefree beginning to the weekend. I could tell right away it was one of those phone calls. Brian was a stranger in town—no money, no place to stay, a broken-down car that needed a ball joint. Could I help him? I must admit as I drove to meet him that my thoughts were not benevolent and filled with light. In fact, I wondered the worst about this person. How’d he get my number? What was he doing here when he lived in Ohio? I was inwardly annoyed, and you are my confessors. There he was, standing in front of a Texaco station, expectantly watching for my car. He was dressed in a jacket that actually had a plastic crucifix of Jesus sewn onto the back. He was beaming. I wanted to pretend I was someone else and drive the other way. We chatted and inspected his car. It too had a plastic crucifix, a rather large one, lashed to the trunk with rope. This had all the makings of a long evening. As we drove to the homeless shelter, Brian chatted excitedly about his faith. He was on fire with it and knew the Bible well. I lay low. He said, “You know, I’ve got this great video about Jesus back at the car, and if you let me sleep on your floor tonight, we could watch it together.” Time froze for a second, and all of these biblical images flashed in front of the headlights. I thought of old Isaiah who urges God’s people to “bring the homeless poor into your house…and not to hide yourself from your own kin.” I thought of Brian on our living room floor in a sleeping bag, and I thought of psychopaths and ax murderers, and even though Isaiah mentions nothing about taking the homeless to a shelter instead, I decided to biblically paraphrase on the spot and lie a little. I said: “I’m not sure what my wife would think of that.” Yes, blame the woman. She wouldn’t understand. Her misgivings, not mine. He accepted my little lie. We arrived at the shelter. I said goodnight and went back to our home, our friends, dessert. You see how this works? Jesus says, “You are the light of the world.” And so we are. On one level we acknowledge this. We gather here to pray and sing and stand up for Jesus. We belt out “This Little Light of Mine” with fervent gusto. But the truth is that it’s easier to hide from the daily nature of such a faith. Admit it. Jesus is just plain tiring at times. We are sometimes annoyed and a bit put out with the people he sends us. We just want to be left alone. We come here week after week and drop our dollars in the offering plate and say all the right words. Isn’t that enough? Isaiah 58 describes Israel just after they’ve returned from the Babylonian Exile. They are rebuilding a ransacked Jerusalem, and they are careful to jump through all

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    the proper religious hoops this time around. They want God on their side in case of future aggression. So they worship and pray regularly; they even fast, commendably. But it doesn’t seem to “work.” Problems and violence are all around them. The people get kind of uppity with God: “Why do we fast, but you do not see? Humble ourselves, but you don’t seem to notice?” They say this to God! It’s the old question: “Why are bad things happening to us very good people?” Speaking for God, Isaiah answers. “You call this a fast?” Uh-oh. “Is not this the fast I choose: to loose the bonds of injustice, to undo the thongs of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free?” Worship without justice and mercy is not faith, says Isaiah; it’s an escape. You cannot hide in the sanctuary and close your eyes to the world. The irony of Isaiah’s words here is that Israel’s history is told from the angle of an oppressed people who were liberated at the Red Sea. Israel should know what to be about because they had been in the place of the people they were ignoring. But God popped them loose from Pharaoh’s brickyard, brought them safely through the sea, and set them free. “How can you turn your back on your own kin?” asks the prophet. “These naked and hungry and homeless ones are a lot like you were.” Rescued by God’s light, Israel was expected to be light for others. Christians have their own paradigm for this Red Sea event. It’s called baptism. We are led through the waters from death to life, from darkness to light. We are set free for good works. It’s not just a sweet gesture when we place a candle in the hands of the newly baptized and say, “Let your light so shine before others, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.” Jesus once said, “I am the light of the world.” In baptism, he now says we are. You are light. You are salt. I think it’s instructive that Jesus never says, “You are sugar.” The word never even appears in the Bible. But sometimes we equate being a Christian with being nice and sweet and well-mannered. You are light. You bring illumination to dark places. You are salt. You bring seasoning and a bit of feistiness to complacency. And Jesus never says, “You oughta be light and salt,” reprimanding us. That’s a common mistake of preachers like me, by the way. Jesus says, “You are.” I met Brian the next morning outside the auto parts store. We had agreed to meet there. “Ten sharp,” I’d reminded him as we said goodnight at the shelter. I halfway expected him not to show up the next morning. But there he was, smiling and wearing the plastic crucifix jacket. We bought a ball joint with money from the church discretionary fund. I dropped him off at his car. Jesus was still lashed to the trunk. We talked a bit. He thanked me. We shook hands and said goodbye. He said something as I walked away that’s haunted me ever since. “See you upstairs someday, Pastor.” What? I hadn’t heard him. “See you upstairs,” he said again. That’s true, you know. The Bible tells us that God is preparing a great feast for us where the last are first and the greatest are the least. I suspect I will see Brian again upstairs someday, maybe still wearing the jacket. But there’s another side of the Bible we miss sometimes. It’s about downstairs: “Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” The kingdom of heaven is not just something we go to. Jesus says it is coming in this direction, to us: we who have been led through the Red Sea waters, now God’s light for a darkened world. Fear not. Let it shine. Upstairs and down.

    Lent 2012

  • The blind leading the blind

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    The Blind Leading the Blind

    Mark 10:46-51

    Caroline M. Kelly

    Central Presbyterian Church, Atlanta, Georgia

    In the Declaration of Independence, the framers claimed that there were self-evident truths – principles that all people could affirm—among them i(that all [people] are created equal and that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, among these being Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.” While these principles may sound self-evident, their meaning may differ depending on your circumstances. How do you view life if you’ve been paralyzed in a car accident? How do you view liberty if you’ve spent most of your life seeing the world through the bars of a prison door? How do you view the pursuit of happiness if you roam the streets of Atlanta searching for your next fix? The way we see the world depends on who teaches us to see it. In today’s gospel story, our teacher is Bartimaeus, a blind beggar. He is sitting on the side of the road on the outskirts of Jericho when Jesus and his disciples approach. Jesus has been teaching the disciples about God’s vision of the world and his role in bringing it about, but repeatedly, they demonstrate their inability to see it. They are coming to the end of their relationship as master and apprentices, but the disciples still have so much more to learn. On the other hand, Bartimaeus seems to “see” it right away. As soon as he hears that Jesus is making his way down the road, he calls out to him, “Jesus, Son of David , have mercy on me!” By calling him the Son of David, Bartimaeus makes the radical claim that Jesus is the expected deliverer, the Messiah sent by God to liberate the people of God. Even though he is right on, the crowd gathering around Jesus dismisses him altogether. “Look at that pitiful man begging by the road side. What right does he have to speak to the great teacher?” But Bartimaeus is not hindered by their attempts to silence him, persisting loudly with his petition, “Son of David, have mercy on me!” Despite his fringe existence, he knows who this Jesus really is and trusts in his power to bring about restoration. Peter, too, had called Jesus the Messiah when confronted by Jesus with the question “Who do you say that I am?” But Peter’s actions, like the rest of his comrades, betray his claim. For when Jesus begins to interpret for him what it means to be the Messiah, about his suffering and death, Peter chastises him. Despite their long journey with Jesus and their numerous opportunities to learn from his teachings and interactions with people from all walks of life, the disciples fail to “see” who Jesus is or what he will encounter in Jerusalem. The way we “see” the world depends on who teaches us to “see” it. At this point, the disciples seem incapable of learning. They are blind to Jesus’ true identity and path because they are using the familiar lenses of their culture to see him – a culture that is highly stratified, in which women are not important enough even to name, children are the lowest of the low, and people with physical and mental disabilities are either bound in shackles or isolated into separate colonies outside the city gates, or are left to beg for existence by the side of the road. So naturally, they cannot see why the promised Messiah will suffer and

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    die. From their perspective, the Messiah would be a powerful ruler who occupies the highest position in society. And when asked by Jesus, that’s exactly where the disciples want to be too—in positions of power and status. Earlier in the story, Jesus had asked two of the disciples, James and John, “What do you want me to do for you?” In response, they ask to be granted places of honor at his right and left when he comes into his rightful place. Barbara Brown Taylor describes their understanding of how the world operates this way: They seem to believe that the new world will be set up just like the old world only with new leadership in place. The bad guys at the head table will be removed, their chairs will be fumigated, and God’s new crew will be seated, with Jesus in the number one position and the most loyal members of his campaign staff on either side of him.1 Unlike Bartimaeus, who asks Jesus to use his power to heal and restore him, James and John ask Jesus to use his power to grant them privilege. Through Bartimaeus, a seemingly-blind man, Mark opens our eyes to the real Jesus and the true meaning of discipleship. When Jesus tells the disciples to call Bartimaeus to him, he comes without hesitation, throwing off his cloak and springing to his feet to face Jesus. “What do you want me to do for you?” Jesus asks. “Let me see again,” Bartimaeus replies. And so he does. In a real way, even before his eyes functioned properly, he still saw with far better vision than the sighted disciples. Bartimaeus’ healing is no small thing, but the text does not focus our attention there for long. It quickly moves to the next milestone in Jesus’ journey with Bartimaeus right there with him. Phyllis Kersten says,

    It’s not by accident Mark chooses to end the story by telling us that, after Bartimaeus regained his sight, he followed Jesus “on the way.” The next scene in Mark’s Gospel is Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem, but we know that to follow Jesus “on the way” primarily means to follow Jesus on the way to the cross. In Acts, the first name given to members of the early church was not “Christians” but “people of the Way.” With this code language, Mark clearly identifies Bartimaeus as a disciple of Jesus.2

    So Bartimaeus, this formerly blind and discarded man, joins the procession, now leading the still stumbling and figuratively blind disciples. The world looks different depending on who teaches you to see it. Just ask Bartimaeus .

    Notes 1 Barbara Brown Taylor, Bread of Angels (Boston, Mass.: Cowley Productions, 1997), 43. 2 Phyllis Kersten, “Living by the Word: Reflections on the Lectionary,” The Christian Century (October 20, 2009): 20.

    Pentecost 2012

  • How’s retirement?

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    Protagonist Corner

    How’s Retirement?

    Jey Deifell

    Black Mountain, North Carolina

    How’s retirement? I have been asked this many times since July 1, 2009. My responses have varied depending on who is asking, how I feel at the time, what is happening, or what my calendar contains. Over all, I have been surprised by some of the challenges. Usually, my first response to the question is, “After 47 years of ministry, often going 150 mph, I find it difficult to go 15 mph.” Decelerating so quickly has often made me dizzy, disoriented, and even depressed after coming off rewarding mountaintops . The euphoria of retirement at 69 Vi soon gave way to feelings of restlessness and boredom. A fellow minister admitted it took him years to adjust to not being “the go-to leader” whom people sought for wisdom, love, and encouragement. I, too, have felt sometimes bypassed by people and communities. This Lenten issue of Journal for Preachers probably has references to the spiritual disciplines of fasting, prayer, patience, meditation, etc. All of these I have practiced over the years, but usually for better preparation in carrying out God’s calling for me to serve in positions as preacher, pastor, and servant leader in the congregations I have served, ranging in membership from 150 to 3,000. Now, without those roles, these disciplines are not as easy to keep up; yet they are even more necessary. Studying and journaling are especially difficult. However, daily devotions with my wife, Joan, are the sparks to start my days. Also, this is a great way to fight the demons of being in the season when we live with twice the spouse and half the income. I still have lingering influences when thinking my worth is in what I do or accomplish. “Hanging on” can become “hang-ups.” I was confronted with this when deciding what to do with my 5,000+ books, all of which were old friends that needed good homes. I finally gave the vast majority of them to my last congregation, suggesting they could make a donation to the church’s life and mission. The remaining books I kept for personal and family use. Some clergy hang around their last congregation, resisting retirement. I would recommend they move away or at least give the new pastor grace and space to fulfill his or her calling without any (even indirect) influence. Joan and I retired from our last congregation in Wethersfield, Connecticut, and moved to Black Mountain, North Carolina, where we have connected with old friends and made new ones. Because of our location we have also enjoyed visits from folks in our previous congregations and our family who are scattered from California to New England to Florida. These two years we have been busy with Joan’s health issues as well as changing our cabin into a home named after a Scottish site, Rest and Be Thankful. We have sought out new avenues for ministry and friendships, because trying to break into established networks has been interesting. When I transferred as “Honorably Retired” into Western North Carolina Presbytery, I was asked this one question: “What is the most important Presbyterian doctrine?” Others being examined were asked other questions and answered appropriately

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    within about ten minutes. I felt really challenged to do the same, especially having written my 400-page doctoral dissertation in systematic theology. Standing before my new presbytery, I said only this, “The Sovereignty of God’s Grace.” To me this is revealed in Jesus Christ and scripture. Actually living this belief is easier said than done. Therefore, the following has become one of the most important passages in my retirement:

    Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice. The Lord is near. Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. (Phil. 4:4-7)

    In retirement, “rejoicing in the Lord” does not have a schedule to follow or an ecclesiastical responsibility to heed. I believe my Lord is telling me, during this season, to celebrate each day as a gift to enjoy with every person or event I now encounter and to trust that the Holy Spirit will use me for God’s glory in spite of my retirement, my older years, my memories, my hopes, or my going 15 mph.

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  • Reading Revelation responsibly: uncivil worship and witness: following the Lamb into the new creation

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    One New Book for the Preacher

    Darrell L. Guder

    Princeton Theological Seminary, Princeton, New Jersey

    Michael J. Gorman, Reading Revelation Responsibly: Uncivil Worship and Witness: Following the Lamb Into the New Creation (Eugene, OR: Cascade, 2011).

    The discussion of the “missional church” has already fostered a broad diversity of publications whose use of the term “missional” makes clear that the term is rapidly becoming problematic. It is by now a popular cliché that is used for such a spectrum of themes that any discussion of it requires a basic clarification of terms. One of the more theologically centered outcomes of the emergence of the term, however, is the growing engagement with “missional hermeneutics.” Pioneered by David Bosch in the first third of his magisterial Transforming Mission dealing with the biblical foundations of mission, this approach to Scripture builds on the basic assumption that the apostolic mission strategy was the formation of witnessing congregations, and that the scriptural witness in its diverse forms continues that process of formation for faithful missional witness. To interpret Scripture in such a way requires, however, a rather significant re-orientation of biblical scholarship. There is, thankfully, a growing number of biblical scholars who are contributing to an emerging literature on the missional interpretation of Scripture. Among those is Michael Gorman, a Protestant Professor of Sacred Scripture on the faculty of St. Mary’s Seminary and University in Baltimore. His recently published book on the interpretation of the book of Revelation is truly an exegetical and hermeneutical goldmine for the biblical preacher and teacher who wants to equip her congregation for faithful witness as a sent-out community. The basic hermeneutical question which serves missional formation can be formulated along these lines: How did this text continue the formation of a community for its missional vocation then, and how does it do that today in a particular context? Gorman’s exposition of the Revelation in its theological setting then, leading on to the exploration of its relevance for our communities in our late or post Christendom setting today, is a reliable and provocative resource for that process. The book is not a commentary, nor does it replace the work of the exegete who needs to work with the text directly in order to preach or to teach it. But the book illumines the message of the Revelation for its original context, traces the major themes whose trajectories continue to be major challenges for the church, and paves the way for exegesis and exposition in sermon and lesson today. It lays out the issues and questions with which the exegete should grapple when translating the book’s message into a contemporary context. In doing this, Gorman makes some bold moves that will challenge both the preacher and the listening community. These bold moves constitute Gorman’s truly prophetic and provocative engagement with the challenge of what I call “reductionist revisions of the gospel and of the theology and practice of the church,” which are the outcomes of the centuries of the western Christendom tradition. The author focuses his polemic upon the reductionism of the Christian church to a civil region in partnership, if not in subservience, to the


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    social and political orders in which it located. His interpretation of both the seven letters and the visions of heavenly worship results in a persuasive articulation and rejection of the cultural captivities which have so pervasively shaped the Christian movement in the West. His exegetically grounded exposition of the problem of accommodation as over-accommodation or, to use the missiological lingo, over-contextualization of the church and its message is blunt, cutting, germane – and must be affirmed. This incisive prophetic polemic addresses the ways in which the church has allowed itself to be enlisted in the defense of the nationalisms and idolatries of cultural identity—and thus displaced the Lamb from the throne. For the Reformed theologian reading this interpretive guidebook, there are some obvious challenges. We are wary of approaches that might tend to withdraw the church from active engagement with its political and social context. That is clearly not what Gorman is contending with his argument for “uncivil worship and witness.” Quite the opposite: it is hard to contest the finding that the message of Revelation must lead us to ask some threatening questions. Do we not need seriously to entertain the removal of all flags from sanctuaries and patriotic hymns from songbooks, the foregoing of all invocations that “God [should] bless America ״at the end of political addresses or in the singing of the noted national religious anthem? Is it not necessary now to wonder about pastoral prayers at the luncheon meetings of highly secularized service clubs? Should the governments continuing provision for military chaplains as well as chaplains for legislative bodies not be a theme that the Christian church should raise for the sake of its own integrity? The list of questionable accommodations becomes ever longer the more we become aware of what the centuries of Christendom generated and what is now questionable as it disintegrates. What Gorman lays out as the prophetic implications of the Revelation’s meaning for the posture and action of the church within the world is entirely arguable from the text as he expounds it. His exposition of the Book of Revelation can challenge us to read it as a profound and incisive challenge of many of the assumptions that govern our churchly reality in the West today. When teaching the end of Christendom, I caution my students that it is not appropriate for us to place ourselves on some pedestal of spiritual purity and point back with righteous judgment to the compromises and captivities our predecessors acceded to over the centuries since Constantine. I suggest that it is important to learn to read, receive, and assess this complex legacy dialectically. We cannot assert that God has been absent from the history of Christendom -not even absent from the somewhat ambivalent story of Constantine’s spiritual journey. We cannot claim that the Gospel has not been heard, believed, and passed along in the centuries of our so-called Christian history – and often by the agency of “established Christianity.” We cannot act as though the Holy Spirit disappeared from the arena of western world history sometime between Constantine’s vision and the establishment of the claims of papal authority as a soteriological necessity – only to return to earth in the particular Christian movement which we just founded, in alleged direct succession to the New Testament. Our history is a dialectical mixture of divine faithfulness and human unfaithfulness in and through which God has been graciously willing to continue to be present, heard, and active. The Gospel has been proclaimed and responded to in churches with flags in them, and royal chaplains have at times been witnesses of great integrity and courage. We receive this complex legacy both gratefully and critically. We struggle


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    with how to do this with integrity. But we are challenged by the clear message of Revelation to recognize how fateful our concessions have been. The encounter with the responsible reading of Revelation must clearly result in a call for repentance and a profound desire for our own conversion to our unpolluted vocation. Gorman’s book can help the preacher and teacher to prepare her or his missional congregation to acknowledge and understand the constant reality of our own ambiguity . We are communities of forgiven sinners. We live with the diversity of immature milk-fed faith and mature meat-eating faith. We see through glasses darkly. We are admonished, if we think that we are strong Christians, to be especially considerate and supportive of those whom we regard as weak. The New Testament is very candid about the human frailty of the called and sent community – as is clearly seen in the seven letters in the Revelation. The warnings and the imperatives in the New Testament documents seem to make clear that, from the outset, the church has struggled with diverse challenges to its faithfulness. For the churches in which the Revelation of St. John was originally read out, the issue was growing public hostility toward the church. The programmatic persecution of the Christian movement was becoming a recurring political strategy of the empire. Throughout the apocalyptic visions, the underlying theme is the confidence that Christ will have the final and decisive victory, and that the saints are being equipped by God’s Spirit to endure. That endurance is central to the church’s visible witness, more and more a witness of martyrdom. But with the coming of Christendom after Constantine, the situation changed. Instead of being a marginal movement without power in society, the Christian church under royal patronage become a privileged part of the power structures that defined emerging Christendom. One can argue that the New Testament appears to be oriented largely towards the minority, resident alien church rather than the institutional church with political and social clout. Does the New Testament prepare the church for how it should carry out its witness in a radically changed political reality? Does Christian faithfulness change when the church’s place in society changes from being marginal to being central? What kind of churchly conduct is “worthy of the Gospel” when the church is the favored religious institution in society. The account of Jesus’ temptation in the wilderness is clearly realistic preparation for the church’s encounter with the seductions of power and wealth. But, as Gorman makes plain, the Revelation can, in fact, contribute powerfully to the formation of a witnessing congregation whose loyalty is solely to the Lamb upon the throne and which, because of that loyalty, can experience ever new forms of hostility. For the Revelation to work that way in the community, it must be read and interpreted as the Word that “equips the saints for the work of ministry” now, in their ambivalent and often threatening contexts. And it must be read as a radical questioning of the assumptions we still make about our special place in the public square. Those assumptions are subject to review and revision. Now, as Christendom fades away, we find ourselves in situations more comparable to the pre-Constantinian reality of the Christian movement than to the intervening centuries of privilege and protection. The Book of Revelation is re-emerging as highly relevant preparation for witness in a world whose reaction to the gospel ranges from diffidence to rejection to active opposition. It is not an exaggeration to claim that the last book in the New Testament confronts us today with the call to our repentance of our Christendom compromises and our conversion to radical obedience in a progressively more hostile


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    world. If we do not yet experience that hostility in our particular setting, then there certainly are many faith communities around the globe today for which that harsh reality is their daily experience. Perhaps we need to read Revelation together with those sisters and brothers in order to have our own understanding of our context and its challenges refined and sharpened. How, then, should the congregational formation enacted by the Revelation relate to the challenge of the late or post-Christendom church in the West? It is certainly relevant, as just noted, to the situation of Christian minorities experiencing repression and even persecution in many parts of the world today. We are, however, focused upon the North Atlantic mission field in which cultural Christianity is alive and well. Does the Revelation of St. John require that the Christian church retreat from the world into enclaves of counter-cultural witness? Can it guide us toward faithful witness in the ambiguous world into which we are sent? These are crucial questions for the community that wants to be faithful to its missional vocation. Dr. Gorman’s book provides enormously important guidance for this struggle, as it fosters serious work with the Revelation in congregations and classrooms. It is also a catalyst for passionate discourse, if not argument, on how we should go about it. It provides much needed guidance for how to engage the challenges at the end of Christendom in ways that are “worthy of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.”

  • Quiet: the power of introverts in a world that can’t stop talking

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    One New Book for the Preacher

    Elizabeth R. Goodman

    Monterey United Church of Christ, Monterey, Massachusetts

    Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can’t Stop Talking (Crown Publishers: New York, 2012).

    I serve a quiet church. It’s small, yes, very small. But we’re also quiet, even Quaker-esque. Though we’re a United Church of Christ congregation, I actually believe that quietude is one of our spiritual gifts. My fondness, then, for quiet is likely what drew me to Susan Cain’s book Quiet. And, though I’d hesitate to say that preachers everywhere should read it (that distinction I’d give to Walter Brueggemann’s The Practice of Prophetic Imagination, a book that needs more to be read than to be boiled down to 1200 words in review), I will say that, since I first read Quiet, I’ve revisited many of Cain’s points—and not only as an introvert or as pastor of a quiet church, but as a mainline Christian in America, where the church’s Evangelical wing, this undoubtedly extroverted expression of the faith, increasingly seems to call the shots. Cain’s premise is that “our lives are shaped as profoundly by personality as by gender or race,” and “the single most important aspect of personality.. .is where we fall on the introvert-extrovert spectrum” (p.2). The central problem she sees is that, though introverts likely make up one-third to one-half of the population, we Americans (citizens as we are in the world’s most extroverted nation) “make room for a remarkably narrow range of personality styles” (p. 3), living with an “Extrovert Ideal” ever in mind .One study found that talkative people were seen as, among other things, smarter and better looking! Cain explains that, while all people need relationships and intimacy, the difference then between introverts and extroverts (categories that no one adheres to absolutely and always) is a matter of degree. Introverts prefer few and intimate relationships, require less outward stimulation than extroverts, and favor cooperative relatedness. Extroverts are more comfortable with conflict, but less with solitude. What introverts lack in quickness of action, they make up for with patience and persistence. Cain quotes introvert Albert Einstein: “It’s not that I’m so smart. It’s that I stay with problems longer” (p. 169). Cain uses cultural historian Warren Susman’s terminology to trace the rise of the Extrovert Ideal. He describes our collective pivot from a Culture of Character to the more recent Culture of Personality; this coincided with the age of industrialization and its “perfect storm of big business, urbanization, and mass immigration” (p. 2122 ). Cain writes, “In the Culture of Character, the ideal self was serious, disciplined, and honorable. What counted was not so much the impression one made in public as how one behaved in private” (p. 21). In the Culture of Personality, notes Susman, “Every American was to become a performing self’ (p. 21). A word study Cain cites makes this plain. Early self-help guides emphasized “citizenship, duty, work, golden deeds, honor, reputation, morals, manners, [and] integrity.” Later ones featured words like “magnetic, fascinating, stunning, attractive,


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    glowing, dominant, forceful, [and] energetic” (p. 23). But the pithiest illustration is this: Orison Swett Marden published a popular book in 1899 entitled Character: the Grandest Thing in the World, and another 22 years later entitled Masterful Personality . Naturally, our transformation was at some cost, which is a primary message of Cain’s writing: we went “from Character to Personality without realizing that we had sacrificed something meaningful along the way( ״p. 33). Cain visits three temples of the Culture of Personality: a Tony Robbins UPW (Unleash the Power Within) Seminar, the Harvard Business School campus, and the Saddleback Church. JP readers who read Quiet will likely find Cain’s knowledge of church culture(s) lacking, as she seems to accept the Evangelical movement as wholly representative of Christianity in contemporary America. (And they’ll be amused, if not offended, by her reliance on Jesus Christ: Superstar in asserting that “even the Western God is assertive, vocal, and dominant: his son Jesus is kind and tender, but also a charismatic, crowd-pleasing man of influence” [p. 189]. Apparently, there ’s little critical distinction to be made between St. Mark or St. Luke and Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber!) Regardless, this is an enlightening frame for focusing on the Evangelical movement, and by contrast, its generally quieter sibling, the Mainline. I particularly appreciated the chance to reconsider the Mainline’s over-the-shoulder look at what the Evangelical church is up to, our mimicking their methods, and our even accepting their measure of what excellence in worship looks like. Of course, you can hardly visit such temples of extroversion as these without falling under the spell of just how essential extroversion is for effective leadership. As to demystify our thinking, Cain sites a study done by Adam Grant, a professor at Wharton School of Business, who found that “extroverted leaders enhance group performance when employees are passive, but introverted leaders are more effective with proactive employees” (p. 56). Well, that was worth the price of the book for me! As pastors we are, after all, to equip the saints for the work of ministry. Yet we so frequently lament that our congregations are so passive that we’ve got to wake them up! The assumed remedy is to become bigger, louder, more colorful versions of ourselves and to make over our congregational leaders as well. (Hear now Krusty the Clown’s aggravating laugh.) But this may be absolutely wrong. Perhaps to awaken a passive church, the pastor and leaders should sit quietly and prayerfully wait. Cain notes that following the economic crash of 2008, “it became fashionable to speculate whether we’d have been better off with more women and fewer men on Wall Street. But maybe we should also ask what might have happened with a few more introverts at the helm” (p. 162). She clearly believes that given the many and multivalent challenges we face—economically, ecologically, socially, etc.—recognizing what introverts bring to the table can only do us all a great and deep service. I’ve heard that most mainline pastors are introverts. Although I haven’t the numbers to back this up, it resonates with my experience of colleagues—we are largely introverts who’ve learned to ape extroversion. And why not, given that congregations describing their ideal pastor often focus on such qualities as those in this week’s Christian Century classifieds: “energetic and innovative,” “insightful preaching [and] visionary leadership.” Forget that “insightful preaching” on a weekly basis demands hours of study and contemplation—activities largely done in solitude. Forget that another ad’s “outgoing” and“spiritual” might well be mutually exclusive. I wonder if these congregations know not only what they’re asking for, but also what they’re

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    foreclosing on. Cain writes that left to their own devices, “introverts tend to sit around wondering about things, imagining things…while extroverts are more likely to focus on what’s happening around them. It’s as if extroverts are seeing ‘what is’ while their introverted peers are asking ‘what if’” (p. 168). This especially piqued my interest. To wonder, to imagine, to ask, “What if?” seem like essentially spiritual and religious activities. So, if they are the preferred purview of the introverts among us, I humbly (introvertedly) assert that the Church, if no one else, should be eager to include these among its membership and leadership. If you don’t read Quiet, you might just buy a copy to leave lying around in your church fellowship hall. Then maybe some of your congregation’s members will pick it up, give it a read, and realize that you (introvert that you are!) are exactly the person they want and need in their pulpit.

  • Jerusalem, Jerusalem: how the ancient city ignited our world

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    One New Book for the Preacher

    Thomas H. Schmid

    Santa Barbara, California

    James Carroll. Jerusalem, Jerusalem: How the Ancient City Ignited Our World. New York: Houghton, Mifflin, Harcourt, 2011.

    “Urn, what’s this?” I looked over the new publications at a bookstore, now part of our memory, and came upon the above title. After a number of years and books, James Carroll is like an old friend. I know his story well from An American Requiem: God, My Father, and the War that Came Between Us, his memoir of the relationship with his father so strained by the war in Viet Nam {Journal For Preachers, Easter, 1998), and then Constantinos Sword, his hefty chronicle of the problematic history of injustices wrought by Christians upon Jews. If one wants to know where Hitler’s kind of anti-semitism came from, Constantine ‘s Sword is a good place to start (Journal For Preachers, Easter, 2002). “Well, let me see.” Jerusalem, Jerusalem is not as heavy as Constantine’s Sword. Substantial, but not gargantuan. I picked up the book without having read reviews or even knowing of its publication and looked at it cleanly for the first time. Thumbing through the pages, I thought of the current strife in the middle east, the hostilities between Israel and neighboring countries, and how long this unrest has been present in my mind. Certainly I can go back to the six day war in 1967, when I was serving on active duty and wondered if that event would extend my service. I remember reading of Harry Truman’s pride in the creation of the state of Israel, hearing references to the Balfour declaration, knowing that the British had something to do with Palestine, even flashing back to the crusader and Robin Hood movies of the early to mid 1950s and the sense of excitement I had about Richard the Lionhearted and his quest to retake Jerusalem. How could anybody remembered as “lionhearted” be anything other than pure good? Then there were all those years in the pulpit, scriptural references to the faithful “going up to Jerusalem,” to the adolescent Jesus staying behind in the Temple, the adult Jesus some twenty years later weeping over the city, “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, would that I could take you under my wing …,” the raucous welcome on Palm Sunday, the intrigue and tragedy of the week to come, and at last the mystery of the resurrection. “I think I’ll take this,” I said aloud to no one in particular. “I need to know more about Jerusalem,” and wondered why no one had written something like this before. After having read Carroll’s earlier memoir, I felt a certain kinship. He is my age, and his memoir makes sense in the chronicle of my own life. However, when I got to Constantine’s Sword, I found a good bit of Carroll’s personal history mixed into the history of Christian-Jewish relationships, and it was sometimes a bit distracting. I wondered to what extent Carroll would weave his own journey into his book/history /biography of Jerusalem. The answer comes fairly early as Carroll writes of a time of discernment, 1973. He had been ordained a Roman Catholic priest for several years, was struggling with a number of issues and how he might best live out his sense of call, and arranged


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    for a retreat to Jerusalem to think through what his lifetime commitments could and would be. Journal readers and writers have all faced the question of what it means to be called, and we sympathize with Carroll as he wrestles with his questions even as we envy him his ability to struggle in what many of us will consider a privileged way. Fortunately, Carroll uses his personal experience merely and briefly to introduce the reader to his own fascination with the ancient city. Once we understand the author’s personal history, we move with him into his history of the world and the development of humankind. Certain portions of this seem unnecessary to the task, but we stick with Carroll because he has become an old friend, we like him, we admire his earnestness, and we have been reading him for a long time. He also does a good job. Some might skim over these portions, but he uses the ancient history to set up a time where Jerusalem and its culture of sacrifice come into being. Those of us who have spent our working lives teaching and preaching the Bible will have a good bit of the biblical outline of Palestinian and Jewish history and culture within our memories. It was in the Babylonian captivity that the Jewish identity crystallized and that Jerusalem began to assume a new centrality of the mind in the national character. The return, the rebuilding of the city and the Temple, all tell of an evolving faith and identity. Carroll fills in some of the gaps, reminds us of the successful Maccabean rebellion in the time before the Roman occupation. At last we come not only to the Romans, but to the time after Jesus’ life when, about 70 CE, the Temple and the city were destroyed, tens of thousands of rebellious Jews were killed in the most hideous ways, and those who could escape did escape to other parts of the middle East and the Mediterranean world. It is in this era that Carroll notes the beginning of what he calls the spiritualization of Jerusalem, e.g., although the Temple had been destroyed and there was hardly anything left of the former city, faithful Jews everywhere began to say at their seders, “Next year in Jerusalem.” Jerusalem as it had been became an idea to be treasured, to be sought after, to be recaptured. Whereas I was expecting a chronological timetable, a sequential historical development, what ensues is a biography of the idea of Jerusalem. We read of the American ideal rooted in John Winthrop ‘s sermon, “A City on a Hill,” and the English ideal in William Blake’s poem set to Parry’s music in the hymn, “Jerusalem,” sung so recently at the British royal wedding. Carroll does not ignore the chronology. We get it that the Byzantine empire dominated the city until the Persians took it in 614, that the followers of Islam took it several years after the death of Mohammed; we have a brief summary of the crusades and know that the successors to Saladin held Jerusalem even as the Zionist movement arose in the later nineteenth century, and that Lord Allenby took it during the First World War. The Balfour Declaration, issued in 1917, stated British support for the idea that there should be “a national home for the Jewish people” in Palestine, and even Jews understood that the British intended for such a Jewish state to be a fief in the British Empire. With chronology in a distant background, Carroll examines and re-examines the ideas of war and violence in the name of God, the incongruity of the three monotheistic religions all taking their hostility out on each other, the regrettable events perpetrated by those who embraced the principles of non-violent faiths .Asa Christian, he continues his personal penance begun in Constantine ‘s Sword for the atrocities of our Christian forebears to both Jews and Muslims. Carroll’s chronology accelerates as the Zionist movement takes hold and

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    Jews return to Palestine, particularly in their escape from German aggression in the 1930s and as refugees and death camp survivors relocate at the conclusion of World War II. His treatment of the dispossession of native Palestinians is not incidental. And his treatment of the 1961 trial of Adolph Eichmann makes fresh a memory for people of a certain age. “Centered on the holy city, we have been tracking the history not of religious violence but of an endemic human bipolarity that has often been pushed further into enmity, more savagely into war, by appeals to God. The pattern predates record keeping ” (page 296). Thus Carroll begins his concluding chapter which culminates in his summary of what good religion would look like: “Good religion would celebrate life, not death.” “Good religion recognizes in God’s Oneness a principle of unity among all God’s creatures, a unity that is also known as love.” “Good religion is concerned with revelation, not salvation.” “Good religion knows nothing of coercion.” “In the new age, good religion may, paradoxically, have a secular character” (pages 310-317). As he expands on each of his points, we remember why we read Carroll and how he became such an old friend.