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  • Some thoughts on the current tumult

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    Some Thoughts on the Current Tumult

    Sam Wells

    Duke University, Durham, North Carolina

    There is a urne to keep silence, and a time to speak.

    Ecclesiastes 3:7

    Duke University has spent the last week naming its silences. It began with strongly denied allegations of a horrifying nature about events at an off-campus party. We are an institution that seeks the truth, in a culture that cherishes due process, and our president has consistently reminded us to be patient and withhold judgment until the facts are forensically established. Speculation about this disputed case has nonetheless brought to attention a host of other stories that are undisputed, but have hitherto remained in the shadows, and together explain why these allegations have catalyzed such anger. These portray a disturbingly extensive experience of sexual violence, of abiding racism, of crimes rarely reported and perpetrators seldom named, confronted, or convicted, of lives deeply scarred, of hurt and pain long suppressed. The activists among us shout loudly about reckless drinking, the reputation of particular sports teams, the sense of entitlement, the need to reassess what it means to be a man, and the urgency of rules and penalties and enforcement; meanwhile the skeptics among us mutter darkly about human nature, mob spirit, and personal responsibility. Surely this is not the experience or lifestyle of all or even most students? Surely this is not just a Duke issue? Surely we are talking about an issue for our culture as a whole, and not just our universities? Maybe so. But this has not been the week to fall back on such defenses. It has been the week for naming our silences. I have only three things to add to the cacophony of opinion. The first concerns the character of the university. It sometimes seems a university has no law—that it is an open playing field for everyone to use—or abuse—once they have the privilege of membership. I disagree. The university does have a ‘law’, and that law is seldom explicitly articulated, because it is assumed everyone knows it. But recent events suggest there may be good reason to break silence and state it simply. The law goes something like this:

    Learning and discovery require imagination, and that imagination is formed by disciplines of loving attention to detail, rigorous but generous dialogue with a wide range of voices, deep but undaunted respect for traditions and those that uphold them, earnest searching for goodness, truth, and beauty, and constant vigilance in regard to the social significance and embodiment of knowledge. Such disciplines train our desire.

    The second thing I have to say is that this ‘law’ isn’t just about the classroom. It’s about every habit and practice of campus life together—for learning and discovery lie in every aspect of college life, even emerging from moments of regret and shame. The task of a university is to help its members so to internalize the law that they come to take it for granted—that it becomes their desire. But the subculture of reckless ‘entitlement’, sexual acquisitiveness, and aggressive arrogance goes against every

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    aspect of this law. It commodities and consumes the bodies of others, with no generosity, no patience, no searching for truth or beauty, and no regard to its social significance. It undermines the university because it corrupts the imagination on which the whole university rests. It breaks the university’s law. It debases desire. And the third thing I want to say is about sex. If I were a Duke undergraduate today, the thing I would be most confiised about would be intimate relationships. Student culture is often described as ‘work hard, play hard’. But who says in what sense a personal relationship is part of the ‘play’ ? I’d like to suggest that what I’m calling the ‘law’ of the university—loving attention, generous dialogue, deep respect, beauty, and social benefit—may have something to offer to the conduct of visceral, intimate, and physical relationships—the conventional realm of desire. The last week has exposed the reality that sexual practices are an area where some male students are accustomed to manipulating, exploiting, and terrorizing women all the time—and that this has been accepted by many as a given. The ‘law’ of the university, as I have described it, might mean that sexual relationships, currently understood by many to be about not just desire but also learning and discovery, may, further, fulfill a ‘law’ of loving attention, generous dialogue, deep respect, a search for goodness and truth, and a regard to the wider social effects of one’s actions. Thus loyalty to the university might mean that even sex becomes part of a more significant project—the education of desire. For Christians, sexuality is (in large part) about learning to be desired by God. Sexual encounter is a gift when it becomes a context in which we learn how much God desires us, where we have the privilege and great responsibility of showing the beloved how much God desires them. The lifting of the veil of sexual violence in the last week may provoke each of us to ask ourselves, what do we desire? How are we allowing our desiring to be educated? Why are our desires twisted? And for Christians, What practices can we perform that demonstrate and display for one another God’s infinite desire for each one of us? How would we have to change so that our encounters revealed this extraordinary desire to others? This is what Christians strive for. But in the last week, Christians have once again been humbled by being part of a university. Many members of this university have named some of our most uncomfortable silences. And many more have responded with an extraordinary outbreak of loving attention, generous dialogue, deep respect, a quest for goodness, and an acute regard to the wider social affects of their actions. Duke has, tentatively, been articulating more of what it means for a university to have a ‘law’. It could take this opportunity to help other universities begin to name their own silences. This week has not, fundamentally, been about the disputed facts of an ugly evening. It has been about renewing all who care about Duke in their loyalty to the fundamental law of the university: and that law is about the education of desire.

    Lent 2007

  • Protagonist corner [vol 30 no 4]

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    Protagonist Corner

    Verity Α. Jones

    DisciplesWorld, Indianapolis, Indiana

    Media coverage of religion is expanding. Secular newspapers are reinstating religion beats. Public radio and broadcast news organizations are attempting to move beyond the strident language that has dominated news coverage of religion for the last few decades. Understanding both the role of religion in global conflicts and the power of religion to better the common good has reemerged in mainstream American culture. Even so, many church leaders fail to appreciate why or how to work with news media. In 20031 left my position as a local church pastor to become the publisher and editor of DisciplesWorld, an independent journal for the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ). In that time, I have learned how essential traditional journalism is to the church. Some basic facts: Religion reporting and religious reporting are not the same. Religion reporting is a term first used by reporters covering religion for secular news organizations. The term describes a traditional journalistic approach to news which is objective and critical. The Religion Newswriters Association, a non-profit trade asso­ ciation founded in 1949, changed its name from Religious Newswriters Association in 1971. They thought the former name unnecessarily “implied something about the spiritual state of the membership.” 1 In traditional journalism, the inner state of the

    reporter is beside the point. Religious reporting, on the other hand, describes reporting that is in and of itself religious. When I was a pastor of a church, I wrote a weekly column for the newsletter. I wrote stories for sermons and other illustrations. I used many forms of communica­ tion to shape my congregation in the ways of faithful living. It was my call to help my congregation come to know the fullness of God’s love. Some of what I shared we could call “reporting.” But this reporting was accomplished in the context of the gospel. If there was bad news to share—like the suicide of a regional minister, or the scandal around a national church ministry—I was careful to interpret the events in light of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, which shines hope even into the darkest corners of despair. Journalists who report about religion play a different role Their job is not to interpret events, but to tell what happened in a balanced and objective manner. We can debate whether anything, including traditional journalism, can really be objective and free of interpretation—whether the inner state of the reporter really doesn’t influence the reporting. But now that I am in the reporting business and see the work of the church from that perspective, I have come to understand how essential traditional journalism is to the health and faith of the whole church. It’s about trust. Religious communities are built on trust. Without trust among members and leaders, churches fail to thrive and do not weather difficult times well. Trust in God is the foundation for trust among God’s people. We are more likely to trust another person in the church who appears to trust God than we are to trust someone who doesn’t, because we find God trustworthy. Likewise, if we trust God, then we become more trustworthy in the sight of others. Trust requires truth-telling. Open, honest, truthful communication, especially

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    during times of crisis, is essential to building and maintaining trust. Nothing kills trust faster than even the perceived withholding or manipulating of information. An independent news source in the church like DisciplesWorld—the journal is not a product of the communications office, nor does it receive funding from the denomination—is an essential player in the church’s practice of truth-telling. Interpretation cannot change the truth. Religious reporting, as pastors do, is about interpretation, of course, but such interpretation must be based in fact. When interpretation moves into a kind of “spin” that is intended to misdirect or even hide fact, then it is no longer trustworthy. We have all witnessed a circle-the-wagons reflex to church controversy. It’s understandable. We guard what we value. Controversies raise questions; we don’t want to jump off the wagon of something we love until we’ve had time to evaluate. So we hunker down. It’s understandable. But it’s exactly the wrong response during a time of crisis because circling the wagons erodes the very trust that is needed to get through the crisis. The right response is quite the opposite: Open communication, a good flow of information, ideas discussed not suppressed. And you want truth, not the rumor mill setting the agenda for how you are going to get through the crisis. That’s the role of independent journalism. Religion reporting can be a great asset to the church. Religion reporters help get accurate information into the public dialogue. How might religious leaders better use the essential tool of traditional journalism in building and maintaining trust in their church communities?

    Get ahead of the story, especially if it is controversial. Don’t make the church rumor mill, or make the media dig it up. A defensive posture gets you into trouble. You appear to be hiding something whether you are or not. Rumor will sink you more quickly than truth, so it is in your best interest to get the truth out there. Think about the questions people will ask and then answer them before they ask. Provide contact information for further questions. Remember that church members have the “right” to know. Good communication stops triangulation. Sometimes independent news sources can express your message better than you can. When dealing directly with media, you can say, “off the record, please” or “don’t quote me,” if they get to an area with which you are uncomfortable.

    It’s not the job of reporters to make you look good. But being honest and forthright is what will make you appear credible. Take time to understand and work with news media for the sake of the church, not in spite of it.

    Note

    1. Richard N. Ostling, “Reporting Religion: The Religion Newswriters Association,” Theology Today 31, no. 3 (October 1974).

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  • Protagonist corner [vol 30 no 3]

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    Protagonist Corner

    Calvin Mutti South Church in Andover, United Church of Christ, Andover, Massachusetts

    One of the burdens, along with the many blessings, for the preacher on Easter is the challenge of proclaiming the message of Jesus’ resurrection to folks who only show up in the pews once a year. In many pastors’ circles, they are unflatteringly referred to as “Easter People.” You know them. Their faces come to mind immediately . You know where they sit in the sanctuary. They may even arrive early to get the best seats. In your pastoral radar, you read why they come, what they seek, and the excuses for their absence the rest of the year. What is less clear is the unique gift that lies hidden in their hands. They bring something special, even essential, for those of us privileged to preach the good news of the grace of God. “Easter People” can also have a positive meaning, of course; it’s a title I love to give the congregations I am privileged to serve. For Easter defines us at our best. It’s a rare funeral when I don’t remind the listeners that this is what shapes us as church, what gives us hope in the presence of death, courage in the struggle for justice and peace. Our spirits are marinated in Easter theology. I’ve served three UCC congregations in thirty-seven years, and those folks will tell you this term is one of my stock phrases. I’m sure I borrowed it from someone way back. St. Paul writes to the Corinthian church that it is the reason we can be “afflicted in every way but not crushed, perplexed but not driven to despair, persecuted but not forsaken, struck down but not destroyed” (2 Corinthians 4: 8-9). This stubborn notion of being the “but not” people is the new Easter clothing we wear. Ash Wednesday and Good Friday are facts of our life, but not the final word. Easter is. But now come these other Easter People who pack the place on the biggest day of the year. What do we do with them? We may be tempted to greet them with sour sarcasm. It is a temptation we should resist with all our strength, though there is biblical precedent for doing otherwise. The reproach of John the Baptist to those who came to hear him in the wilderness comes to mind. “Who warned you brood of vipers?” You can feel the contempt of his hot breath. Not a lot of warm welcome in those words. The complaint of the elder brother of the prodigal son sounds familiar, too. And how about the indignation of the workers who labored all day in the vineyard, but whose pay was exactly the same as those who showed up barely an hour before quitting time? We feel what they feel. It’s not pastoral fun we’re having here. We don’t generally like folks who cut in line. Those who show up only for dessert are spiritual rule breakers. Those who prefer the Cliffs Notes version of Christianity are a challenge to the preacher intent on shaping vital congregations where the gospel comes to life. A theological diet of chocolate bunnies and marshmallow chicks cannot possibly translate into anything spiritually substantial. How can these shortcut-takers experience the transforming joy of discipleship if they don’t embrace its cost? How can the answer of the empty tomb matter if you have not first wrestled with the questions of Holy Week, the heartbreak of betrayal, the evil of Good Friday? Real Christians are made of sterner stuff. A yearly serving of wonderful resurrection hymns, our best sermons, amazing Scriptures, and an hour’s worth of inhaling the

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    pollen of freshly bloomed spring flowers on top of a big breakfast served in the fellowship hall simply cannot produce transformed lives on fire with resurrection faith. “No Lent, no Easter” one of my colleagues bluntly declares ! One parishioner of such churchgoing habit was bold to offer feedback to the preacher, saying, “You know for years I have only come to church on Easter. But I must tell you that you’re in a rut!” I suppose a gentle Rogerian nod would do here. So where’s the gift I spoke of earlier? What is the special gift these folks bring us who labor so long and hard all year long, in and out of season? Look for it hidden in their hands. Lookhardintotheirfaces. See there reflected your own image. These folks look strangely like the Marys who irritate the Marthas of the world, always going for the good stuff in the dining room with the holy guest of honor, and never once lifting a hand in the kitchen, clueless that the host could use a little help. They look much like the latecoming laborers to the vineyard who press all the justice buttons of those who rise before dawn, work all day, and at the end hold weary upturned hands, only to receive the same paltry wage. They even resemble Job when God asks, “where were you when I laid the foundations of the world?” Or, as our youth pastor puts it: “When you create a whale, then we can talk!” I suppose in the really big picture, we are more like these annual worshipers than we care to admit. When we remember our place, relatively speaking, we know that we are all “Jane-and-Johnny-come-latelies.” There is a little bit of the annual Easter visitor in all of us. We did not create the table to which Christ invites us. No matter how long we have been at this church vocation task, no matter how many times we have preached the good news of God’s life giving grace, and no matter how many times we have told the old, old story, or sung the familiar song, we still blurt out that old confession: “nothing in my hands I bring, simply to thy cross I cling.” Thankfully, for all of us Easter People, there is room at the table by the grace of God. Picture this: A van load of tourists exploring the tri-state region between New Harmony, Indiana and Shawneetown, Illinois and Morganfield, Kentucky where the Wabash and Ohio Rivers merge, are lost. It’s a dismal day for travel-heavy fog, hidden sun, and a steady rain. They become disoriented in this river bottom wilderness. Uncertain where they are, they pull the van to the side of the road to assess their location. No GPS in this vehicle. They are not panicked. In fact, they seem to welcome the challenge. In front of them is a body of moving water. They debate whether it is the Wabash or the Ohio River. Like the magi charting their course to Bethlehem, the travelers study the road map, rotating it this way and that. Soon an old red pickup approaches. The driver stops beside their van, cranks down the window, and with a faint smile on his whiskered face nods to the stranded travelers. One speaks: “Sir, could you tell us if that’s the Ohio River?” He looks over his shoulder, then back at them. “Well, that’s part of it.” Folks who show up only once, maybe twice a year, are not the church. But they imagine they are a part of it. They bear a unique witness to what God can do with a little, a testimony that humbles all of us Easter People. Don’t miss the gift they bring. And while you may be tempted to scowl like John the Baptist, instead love them the way Jesus did the rich young ruler.

    Easter 2007

  • Protagonist corner

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    Protagonist Corner

    Richard F. Ward

    Iliff School of Theology, Denver, Colorado

    Every morning on the way to my school I pass by a church. Like many churches, this one has a sign out by the street. Sometimes what that sign says will catch my eye; sometimes what it doesn’t say will catch my eye, too. One morning as I passed by there was only one word on the sign. Maybe they had not finished putting up a sentence they had planned to put there, or maybe the one word left was from a phrase they had used up for the week and had taken down. For whatever the reason, the one word left was “Call.” That was it. “Call.” That lonesome word made me think that it had been a long time since I had heard my ministerial students speak confidently about their “call” to ministry. Was there something in the culture of the theological school and the churches they served that inhibited them from fully developing a sense of call? Students, it seemed, were reluctant to profess their call to ministry because “call” was held captive by the profession 0/ministry. As preachers and teachers, we need to recognize that it’s time to make an effort to recover a better sense of the word for ourselves and for those we serve. We do that, I believe, by stressing that a “call from God” is not so much a summons to pick up some new credentials. It is an invitation to a collaborative relationship. The shift from “call-as-vocation” to “call-as-job” began to happen early in my own experience. In the evangelical world I grew up in, “call” was a popular theme in Sunday school and worship. People were always talking about “getting the call.” If they didn’t have one already, they were looking for one. Our thinking about call was shaped by those famous narratives of certain men being addressed by God, sometimes in a whisper, sometimes in a voice accompanied by angelic beings, and even by means of angels themselves. Of course God had decided to change God’s manner of speaking to us. We had Jesus to deal with, and what Jesus called us to do was clearly indicated in the Gospels. Preachers usually had an easier time making sense of “net-dropping” than “cross-carrying” when they tried to interpret “call” to us, even though the Gospels see a clear connection between the two. One leads to the other in Jesus’ program of discipleship. Dropping ones’ nets in order to pick up a cross was clearly too radical a notion to preach in Suburbia, U.S.A. It still is, isn’t it? The expanding evangelical presence in the culture needed leaders not martyrs. The church needs to identify those who would be willing to drop their plans to join the ‘network’ of lay Christians in order to enter the professional ranks of the clergy (which isn’t, as we know, the same thing really as “picking up a cross”). Those who made the appeals to others to enter “a life of full time Christian service” often used the story of Simon and Andrew’s abrupt call to discipleship in the Gospel of Mark (1:16-20) to show how a call from God to service can come—quickly, unbidden, with demands, but above all, dramatically. Those who answered it embarked on a hero’s journey into professional ministry, a journey that when accepted, promised a measure of visibility and recognition in the faith community . It made for a great story.

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    As sincere as those were who made and who responded to the appeals, these interpretations of “call” made for a good deal of theological confusion. For one thing, those who were called to “special service” were awarded a measure of status and privilege not available to other “ordinary” Christians. Calls from God, it seemed, always went to men, and if women offered a story of being called into professional ministry in those days, then they were steered away from the “real” jobs available in the profession and toward the “supportive” roles. Gradually, the confusion and dissent overwhelmed the familiar connotations, and speaking of one’s call became problematic . This may be why many of my students have difficulty with it. They fear suspicion and misunderstanding not only from their examiners but from their peers as well. I like Luke’s version of Simon Peter’s call to walk with Jesus better than I do Mark’s on this point. It gives me a different way of imagining how to preach and teach on the theme of call. You remember how Luke’s version of this story goes (5:1-11). It’s been a long night for Peter and his crew of fishermen; it’s been a long session of teaching for Jesus. The two come together in this story out of necessity. Jesus needs the resources that Peter and his fellows have (a simple fishing boat) to get the word to as many as will hear it. What Peter needs is a break and some fresh ideas about what he is already doing. What Jesus doesn ‘t need is another candidate for the rabbinate or an apprentice in carpentry. What Peter doesn’t need is a new theory: “Proven Strategies for Growing Your Fishing Business.” What each needs from the other is a relationship, a collaborative relationship based on trust. Jesus’ ministry cannot be made manifest in this story without the faithful response of one person, an “ordinary” person who is struggling to make a living. Jesus needs someone like Peter who would be willing to respond to his invitation to leave the shallows and enter the depths. Peter doesn’t go out into the depths alone. He leads others to go there with him. What they discover when they go a little deeper is not a private revelation for any one of them. Peter and his crew see it together, and what they see is a manifestation of the abundance of God’s Realm that Jesus ushers in wherever he can. One thing academics and professional ministers share is the tendency to get stuck in the ‘shallows’. There, like Peter and company, we easily become exhausted with institutional maintenance and preoccupation with techniques. There is often too little to show for our efforts. That’s when Jesus shows up and calls us into the depths of a trusting relationship with God through him. It’s funny. Peter doesn’t seem to have a question about where the depths are for him and for his crew. He just knows. Just like we know where the depths are for us and for our crew. “I’m exhausted, Jesus. But if you say so …” and off we go.

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  • Conversations with Barth on preaching

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    One New Book for the Preacher

    Charles Raynal

    Columbia Theological Seminary, Decatur, Georgia

    William H. Willimon, Conversations with Barth on Preaching. Nashville, Tennessee: Abingdon Press, 2006. 324 pages.

    William Willimon, formerly Dean of Duke University Chapel, now Bishop of the North Alabama Conference of the United Methodist Church, offers us the fruit of his forty year engagement with the theology of Karl Barth. His aim is “to put Barth in conversation with contemporary homiletics in a ministry of encouragement and empowerment for today’s preachers” (p. 1). For the book, Willimon has reread Barth’s theology, particularly The Göttingen Dogmatics, from the theologian’s 1924 lectures, three years after Barth moved from more than a decade in pastoral ministry to teaching theology. In addition he has done extensive research in the Karl Barth Archive in Basel and translated “scores of sermons.” This book includes extensive small-type notes, a copy of Barth’s own practice. Some of the material in these notes has apparently come from his teaching undergraduates and divinity students, including teaching German students at the Universities of Bonn and Münster, two universities where Barth himself taught. These notes also include considerable dialogue with contemporary writers on homiletics and on secondary literature on Barth. Willimon offers preachers a serious and helpful presentation of Barth’s theology. After the first chapter on Barth’s preaching biography, every other chapter includes a sermon. Six of them Willimon preached in 2004 on texts from Year C of the Revised Common Lectionary. The other three are: 1) a sermon for Trinity Sunday 1999 (Matthew 28:16-20); 2) “Dear Church,” a topical sermon on the war in Iraq; 3) a sermon “Guess Where You’re Going,” on vocation to ministry preached at the service of celebration for his installation in 2004 as Bishop of North Alabama Conference of the United Methodist Church. He offers these nine sermons to illustrate how Barth’ s theology informs his own preaching. For the rest of this review, I want to comment on these sermons and the way they connect with Willimon’s reading of Barth. In Chapter 2, “Preaching the Bible with Barth,” his sermon, “Untimely Word,” from the lectionary Pentecost passage of Acts 2:12-18, proclaims that God speaks in unlikely times and places. Willimon preached this sermon in an auditorium at two o’clock in the afternoon in 2004 to pastors and colleagues at a conference gathered to honor him and celebrate his preaching, “the wrong time and in the wrong place,” comparing it to Sunday morning at Duke Chapel, where he had preached thirty-two sermons the previous year. He connects the awkward timing with the untimely character of the original Pentecost message and Peter’s sermon. In situations humorous and painful, easily recognizable by any pastor—a wedding at a yacht club, a funeral for an infant who has tragically died, the Sunday morning after 9/11—Willimon captures the improbability of success in our preaching. Thus he shows how all the more miraculous and gracious that God called Peter and began the transformation of the world through preaching, when three thousand heard the message and were saved.


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    God chooses the right time. The sermon embodies Willimon’s first main theme from Barth’ s preaching: it comes from the Bible, the source of God’s Word for preacher and hearer, and the sermon’s success is God’s doing, not our timing or rhetorical skill. In the next two chapters, Willimon shows how Barth criticized philosophy and rhetoric as foundations for faithful preaching. In Chapter 3, the sermon is for Easter on John 20, “Seeing is Believing,” interpreting Mary Magdalene’s and Thomas’s coming to see and believe in the resurrection of Jesus. In the introduction Willimon contrasts seeing what is real in common ordinary experience and learning to see in a new way. The difference provides his lead into the stories of Mary Magdalene and Thomas confronting Jesus risen from the dead. Mary, thinking Jesus was a gardener near the empty tomb, came to faith when she heard him call her name. Thomas could believe only when Jesus offered for his touch the wounds in his hands and side. The sermon poses for Easter the biblical witness to God’s raising Jesus from death on the cross. The resurrection of Jesus from death on the cross is a main point of Willimon’s interpretation of Barth for preaching. (See especially Chapter 9, “Easter Speech.”) In chapter 4, “How to Say What God Says,” Willimon’s sermon is on Luke 11:113 , in which the disciples ask Jesus to teach them how to pray and Jesus gives the Lord’s prayer. Willimon focuses on the petition, “thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth just like it is in heaven.” The sermon affirms that “Prayer is not so much what we say as a determined willingness to let God have God’s say” (p. 106). The sermon on learning to let God speak to us thus becomes his move into Barth’s rhetorical use of expressionism in his Romans commentary, his irony in his crisis theology period, and his realism in his Church Dogmatics. Willimon accepts Tom Long’s assessment that the “turn to the listener” was the most significant new trend in twentieth century homiletics, but he argues that Barth’ s theology does not support it. Willimon criticizes this rhetorical turn, offering a summary of western rhetorical thinking and pointing to Barth’s objective, realistic claim for God in preaching. Chapter 5 (“Word Makes World”) presents Barth’ s emphasis on revelation and the church’s teaching about the Trinity. Willimon offers a Trinity Sunday sermon on Matthew 28:16-20, “The Extravagance of the Trinitarian Faith.” In this sermon, Willimon likens God to a good teacher who is a big talker: God is effusive, loquacious, and commands his followers to go as witnesses and speak on God’s behalf. This is the longest sermon in the book and the most technical. It is a doctrinal sermon on the Trinity, less colloquial and with fewer illustrations and contemporary cultural connections than the others, and yet it moves. It makes a strong connection between real claim for the truth of Christian teaching and the obedience God requires of the church. In Chapter 6 (“The Talkative God”) Willimon continues his emphasis on Barth’s theology of the Word of God as cure for an undue homiletical preoccupation with the listener, reminding us that Barth wrote his theology for practicing ministers. The sermon here is on Luke’s account of John’s baptism of Jesus (Luke 3:21-22) and it emphasizes in a vivid way, with humor and self-deprecation, that in spite of the impossible demands of preaching for the understanding of the people and the impossible task of really hearing a sermon, the Word is proclaimed and people do get it, by the grace of God. Chapter 7 (“Heralds of God”) considers the image of the herald, announcing the message of God as a primary emphasis in Barth’s theology of preaching. Willimon sides with Tom Long in preferring the more encompassing metaphor of witness, a


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    more active metaphor, and one that encourages critical awareness of the kind of speech that helps proclamation. The witness of the sermon should bear rhetorical similarity to the scriptural and literary form of the biblical witness. In this chapter Willimon faults Barth’s preaching for being too prosaic. In contrast, his theological writing is full of rhetorical flourish, including irony, narrative, and surprise. Barth’s theology serves the preacher by the critique of preaching it offers, not so much by his example in his sermons. In this connection Willimon offers his sermon, “Dear Church,” in the rhetorical form of a letter like 2 Corinthians, on reconciliation and new creation. He is preaching directly in response to the United States invasion of Iraq. In Chapter 8 (“Troubled Preaching”) Willimon shows how the voice of the church arises in our time of conflict. His sermon “Sabbath Unrest” is a brief, pointed application of Jesus’ sermon at Nazareth (Luke 4:21-30). He shows the countercultural , counter-religious disturbance Jesus’ sermon caused and claims it for a counter-cultural ministry of the people of God today. Particularly in this emphasis, Willimon shows his debt to his Yale teachers Hans Frei and George Lindbeck and to Charles Campbell. Frei’s The Eclipse of Biblical Narrative {191 A) offered a history of and theological commentary on theories of biblical interpretation, primarily from the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. His work was one main inspiration for George Lindbeck’ s, The Nature of Doctrine ( 1984), which proposed viewing Christian language like some cultural anthropologists describe religion, as the adoption of the language, symbols, and rituals of their culture. Charles Campbell, Preaching Jesus: New Directions for Homiletics in Hans Frei* s Post-Liberal Theology (1997), drew out implications of Frei’s ideas andhis appropriation of Karl Barth’s focus on biblical narrative for preaching. Willimon owns his indebtedness to these proposals for thinking about theology for preaching. Chapter 9 (“Easter Speech”) returns to the Easter message (See “Seeing is Believing” in Chapter 3), and the sermon interprets Luke’s call to the fishers from fishing to make disciples. The sermon keys on the transformation of Simon Peter, from his defiant complaint to Jesus, “We have fished all night and have nothing” (Luke 5:5), to the awestruck, “Get out of here; I’m a sinner.” (Willimon’s Revised Version of Luke 5:8). Paired with I Corinthians 15, this text reflects the resurrection from death to new life in the lives of Jesus’ followers. Willimon uses this theme for a renewal in the life of the church and interpreting success in its program of stewardship. In Chapter 10 (“Called to Preach”) Willimon’s theme is vocation. In the sermon “Guess Where You’re Going,” preached at the Service of Celebration and Installation as the Bishop of the North Alabama Conference of the United Methodist Church, November 14,2004, Willimon reflects on his own vocation, commenting on the calls of Moses, Samuel, Isaiah, and the followers of Jesus. He speaks to the occasion in his characteristically pungent way, even including a reference to his daughter Harriet, who might have been in the congregation. He turns the personal dimensions of his call and placement into a fine reflection on vocation to ministry, specified in the Methodist itinerant context. You serve where Jesus calls and the bishops place you. Different means of placement, whether congregational or presbyerian, won’t prevent nonMethodists from gaining insight from Willimon about serving where you are called and calling for the ministry of the people where you serve. Willimon’s sermons as printed in this book follow Barth’s theology to the degree that Willimon is unapologetically enthusiastic in making real biblical claims, for


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    example in the Easter proclamation of resurrection, the demanding call of Jesus to vocation, and the doctrine of the Trinity. Willimon draws from his close colleague, Stanley Hauerwas, and emphasizes Christian moral and ecclesial separation, and, particularly in the case of the present war in Iraq, opposition to American culture and policy. In the critique of American culture, he argues from the standpoint of Karl Barth’s politically critical and progressive stance. He is also like Barth, even as a devoted Methodist pastor and recently appointed bishop, in not sparing the contemporary protestant church’s temptation to become captive to the prevailing culture. On the other hand, these sermons differ from both Barth’s teaching about the writing of sermons and Barth’s actual practice of preaching. He criticizes Barth’s homiletical theory and practice: “Barth’s emphasis against homiletical rhetoric and style is, in the end, an exaggerated overemphasis” (p. 249). Barth’s sermons do not show us the artistic imagination and poetic style that went into the writing of his Church Dogmatics. Willimon asks, “Even in a Sunday congregation, is there not some need for entertainment, illustration, and attempts to retain our hearers?” (p. 252). We can be glad that William Willimon has shared his long-term study of Karl Barth’ s theology and its resource for preaching. The best use of this book is as a guide to our own reading and application of Barth’s theology to the weekly work of preaching.

  • Exclusion and embrace: a theological exploration of identity, otherness, and reconciliation

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    One New Book for the Preacher

    Rush Otey Selwyn Avenue Presbyterian Church, Charlotte, North Carolina

    EXCLUSION AND EMBRACE: A THEOLOGICAL EXPLORATION OF IDENTITY , OTHERNESS, AND RECONCILIATION by Miroslav Volf. Nashville: Abingdon Press, 1996. 336 pages.

    Miroslav Volf, presently teaching theology at Yale Divinity School and director of the Yale Center for Faith and Culture, has written extensively on a variety of subjects. Many of his articles are readily available over the internet or in print from periodicals such as Christianity Today and The Christian Century. Although he is one of the most provocative and lucid theologians at work today, in my own circles not many preachers have made any consistent efforts to delve into his thought. Volf grew up in Croatia, where his father was a Pentecostal pastor. All of his writing and speaking is grounded in the harsh realities of the war in his native land, and has an existential depth and urgency that is somewhat rare for academicians. Volf has taught in more evangelical seminaries such as Fuller, and yet is now at Yale and has been sought by various other major theological institutions of the Western World as a faculty member or guest lecturer. According to one source, he was courted by Harvard to be dean of the divinity school there, but was not offered the position because of his belief that theology is ultimately within the context of the Church and for the Church. He has a strong tie to the Reformed tradition, in part through one of his mentors, Jürgen Moltmann, and is also intentionally ecumenical. {Free of Charge, published by Zondervan in 2005, was designated the book for Lenten study in the Anglican community by the Archbishop of Canterbury.) Moreover, Volf is committed to interfaith dialogue while remaining a confessing and practicing Christian. The essence of the struggle within Exclusion and Embrace is revealed in the book’s preface. Volf had been giving a lecture on the themes in the title, and at the end was asked by Moltmann, “But can you embrace a cetnikV Volf ruminates:

    It was the winter of 1993. For months now the notorious Serbian fighters called “cetnik” had been sowing desolation in my native country, herding people into concentration camps, raping women, burning down churches, and destroying cities. I had just argued that we ought to embrace our enemies as God has embraced us in Christ. Can I embrace a cetnik—the ultimate other, so to speak, the evil other? What would justify the embrace? Where would I draw the strength for it? What would it do to my identity as a human being and as a Croat? It took me a while to answer, though I immediately knew what I wanted to say. “No, I cannot—but as a follower of Christ I think I should be able to.” (9)

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    myself be nailed to the cross. (10)

    Exclusion and Embrace thus addresses profound issues for the Christian in personal relationships, for the Church beset by our schismatic and judgmental illnesses, for the nation, and for the world. Do we exclude our enemies, even to the point of killing them, or do we embrace them as the gospel teaches? Throughout the book, Volf displays an immense range of theological, philosophical , and literary conversation partners (Augustine, Aquinas, Barth, Bonhoeffer, Mary Daly, Dostoyevsky, Faulkner, Girard, Moltmann, the Niebuhrs, Nietzsche, Rosemary Ruether, Sobrino, and various postmodernists). His writing, while exceptionally erudite, is clear and is accessible for both laity and clergy. At the conclusion of the book there are three full pages of references to biblical texts—the author has a passionate devotion to and strong knowledge of Scripture. A brief review cannot do justice to the complexity and depth of Volf s subject, or to the beauty and often piercing and awe-full insights of his arguments and observations . However, let two brief quotations serve as invitation to the full feast!

    .. .exclusion can entail cutting off the bonds that connect, taking oneself out of the pattern of interdependence and placing oneself in a position of sovereign independence. The other then emerges either as an enemy that must be pushed away from the self and driven out of its space or as a nonentity—a superfluous being—that can be disregarded and abandoned. Second, exclusion can entail erasure or separation, not recognizing the other as someone who in his or her otherness belongs to the pattern of interdependence . The other then emerges as an inferior being who must either be assimilated by being made like the self or be subjugated to the self. Exclusion takes place when the violence of expulsion, assimilation, or subjugation and the indifference of abandonment replace the dynamics of taking in and keeping out as well as the mutuality of giving and receiving. (67)

    On the other hand, the gospel is God’s embrace (see, for example, the story of the Prodigal Son in Luke 15). But embrace in this Christocentric and therefore cruciform sense is far from being easy, or retreating into sentimentality, or engaging in polite perfunctory hugging.

    The four structural elements in the movement of embrace are opening the arms, waiting, closing the arms, and then opening them again. For embrace to happen, all four must be there and they must follow one another on an unbroken timeline; stopping with the first two (opening the arms and waiting) would abort the embrace, and stopping with the third (closing the arms) would pervert it from an act of love to an act of oppression and, paradoxically, exclusion. (141)

    I open my arms, make a movement of the self toward the other, the enemy, and do not know whether my action will be appreciated, supported, and reciprocated. I can become a savior or a victim— possibly both. Embrace

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    is grace, and “grace is gamble, always” (Smedes 1984 [Forgive and Forget], 137). (147)

    Toward the end of the book, Volf discusses power, violence, nonviolence, and even comments on the book of Revelation, a text frequently used in holy war or just war theologies.

    At the very heart of “the One who sits on the throne” is the cross. The world to come is ruled by the one who on the cross took violence upon himself in order to conquer the enmity and embrace the enemy. The Lamb’s rule is legitimized not by the “sword” but by its “wounds”; the goal of its rule is not to subject but to make people “reign forever and ever” (22:5). With the Lamb at the center of the throne, the distance between the “throne” and the “subjects” has collapsed in the embrace of the triune God. (301)

    This book would be appropriate for a Lenten study, church book club, or a sermon series (see the chapter titles such as “The Cross, the Self, and the Other” and “Deception and Truth”). Those who seek to be disturbed in a healthy way should “embrace” this book, and also seek out Volf s more recent work Free of Charge: Giving and Forgiving in a Culture Stripped of Grace (Grand Rapids, Mich.: Zondervan, 2005), which further explores the issues raised in this review. One can also find an excellent video interview and presentation by Volf at http://www.trinitywallstreet.org/multimedia/7video, from the 2006 Trinity Institute, which had “Reconciliation” as its theme. Those who do not wish to be disturbed in a healthy way should avoid Volf at all costs…and most likely will continue excluding, dividing, warring, and even killing in God’s name.

  • Tell me no lies: investigative journalism and its triumphs

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    One New Book for the Preacher

    Mark Gray

    Cooke Centenary Presbyterian Church, Belfast, Ireland

    TELL ME NO LIES: INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISM AND ITS TRIUMPHS edited by John Pilger. Jonathan Cape: London, 2004. 626 pages.

    John Pilger is an Australian investigative journalist. Early in his career, in the 1960s, he helped uncover and bring to public consciousness the hidden depth of social depravation and injustice in Britain. Since then, as war correspondent and filmmaker, he has covered all of the major global conflicts, relentlessly telling truths that those in power would rather keep hidden. Invariably, because he works at the grassroots he gives voice to the voiceless and always infuses his writings with the need to improve human rights. In addition to his journalism and filmmaking, Pilger has also written several important books, which together articulate an alternative version of reality to that propagated by official voices about such places as Vietnam, Cambodia, East Timor, Indonesia, Rwanda, and latterly Afghanistan and Iraq. In Tell Me No Lies he gathers together articles by similarly oriented writers, who on a wide range of very different and divergent topics not only attempt to keep the record straight but also hold those in power to account. Introducing the criteria by which he has selected articles from 1945 to the present, Pilger explains that “Secretive power loathes journalists who do their job: who push back screens, peer behind facades, lift rocks. Opprobrium from on high is their badge of honour” (xv). To be included, therefore, journalists have to have a strong sense of their own voice and be willing to tilt against the establishment apparatus. Indicating the appropriate journalistic cast of mind, which is sparklingly on display throughout the book, Pilger approvingly quotes the Irish journalist Claud Cockburn’s skeptical insight: “Never believe any thing…until it is officially denied” (xv). In this perspective, one of the key aims of authentic journalism is “rescuing Objectivity’ from its common abuse as a cover for official lies” (xiv). Beyond this, however, as the American journalist T. D. Allman observed,

    Genuinely objective journalism not only gets the facts right, it gets the meaning of events right. It is compelling not only today, but stands the test of time. It is validated not only by “reliable sources,” but by the unfolding of history. It is journalism that ten, twenty, fifty years after the fact still holds up a true and intelligent mirror to events, (xiii)

    It is journalism that therefore has a pronounced literary quality. Furthermore, in the dynamic of truth telling confronting official mendacity, even though many of these articles are from the past, they still raise pertinent questions about present realities. This is starkly illustrated by Wilfred Burchett’s 1945 article, “The Atomic Plague.” While hundreds of other journalists allowed themselves to be manipulated by the military authorities of the day, Burchett, as he put it, “slipped the leash” and headed


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    for Hiroshima. He was the first Western journalist to enter the city after the bomb had been dropped and in his prophetic article, subheadlined “I Write This as a Warning to the World,” he bore witness to a truth the authorities wanted to keep hidden: he had actually seen the effects of the bomb, so he warned about radiation poisoning. The authorities denied its very existence, and Burchett was denounced, not only by those in power but also by other journalists seduced to purveying propaganda. Attempting to read the present through this lens from the past makes you wonder what is being covered up around the world by the mechanism of “embedded” journalism. Part of the answer is supplied in the last section of Tell Me No Lies, in which the heirs of people like Wilfred Burchett report independently from firsthand experience the shocking realities of Iraq. In “Eyewitness in Falluja,” Jo Wilding concludes her piece on the impact of war on the lives of ordinary people by counterpointing George Bush’s Easter Sunday pronouncement to U.S. troops that “I know what we’re doing in Iraq is right” with what she has witnessed. From a grounding in actuality rather than abstraction she asks the president right back: “Shooting unarmed men in the back outside their homes is right? Shooting grandmothers with white flags is right? Shooting at women and children who are fleeing is right? Firing at ambulances is right?” (582). She continues: “Well, George, I know too now…I know what it looks like when a man’s chest is no longer inside him and what it smells like, and I know what it looks like when his wife and children pour out of his house” (582). She concludes: “It’s a crime and it’s a disgrace to us all” (582). Throughout Tell Me No Lies there is a resolutely moral tone. At times some readers might feel that in a bend over backwards way to avoid being hoodwinked by their “own side,” some of the writers have had the wool pulled over their eyes by the “other side.” This is certainly what journalist James Cameron experienced concerning his reporting of North Vietnam during the Vietnamese War. The BBC bought his work only to suppress it as “unacceptable in the current circumstances” (72). Cameron notes, “They whispered that I was a dupe, but what really upset them was that I was not their dupe”(xv). Attacked by Time magazine as “a conduit for the North Vietnamese Communists,” he responded acerbically:

    My definition of “conduit,” in common with that of a dictionary, is a channel. I noted down and recorded what diverse people in North Vietnam told me…It is true that I did not intersperse this record with descriptions of [Prime Minister] Pham Van Dong as a slant eyed, evasive, yellow skinned and doubtless and American example of Asian Communism…If the function of a reporter is not that of a channel, I am at a loss to know what his function is, unless it be that of writing for Time. (71)

    Effectually Cameron humanized what Western journalism had casually come to denigrate and demonize. This theme of focusing on the human and personal in the midst of mayhem is one that binds the book together. As a fitting touchstone for what is to follow, it starts with Martha Gellhorn’s account of the Dachau concentration camp. At the end of her article, Gellhorn describes how a “half naked skeleton” shuffles in with news that the war is over. After an initial silence, Gellhorn records that “Dachau seemed to me the most suitable place in Europe to hear the news of victory,” before ending, “For surely Journal for Preachers


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    this war was made to abolish Dachau, and all the other places like Dachau, and everything that Dachau stood for, and to abolish it forever”(9). That did not come to pass. So the challenge to report, raise consciousness, shine light in dark places goes on. Preaching too is about shining light in dark places, raising and shaping consciousness , reporting on how power is abused in this world, even and maybe especially by those who claim to have God on their side. We all know the mantra of preparing for the privilege of the preaching task by reading with the Bible in one hand and the newspaper in the other. In Tell Me No Lies the preacher will find much more than passing sermon illustrations, for this book is a richly informative array of how at its best journalism shines with nobility. Although completely secular in perspective, it is replete with issues resonant of the deepest dimensions of faith: raising prophetic voice; bearing witness to truth; seeing the world through the eyes of the pushed aside; crossing boundaries to live in solidarity with the enemy (exemplified in Israeli journalist Amira Hass’ s depiction of life among Palestinians suffering under Israeli army occupation); the irrepressible hope that rises among those most crushed by the present structure of power; the cost of commitment —one of the articles is by murdered Russian journalist Anna Politkovskaya, who exposed too much truth about the dirty war in Chechnya and needed to be silenced; the conviction that truth will set us free to build a better world. Tell Me No Lies is an arrestingly fitting title for a book to read in Lent, when we are called to radical reflection on the nature of the world, our complicity in its sin and our hope for its healing. It challenges us about how we have been co-opted to systems of power discordant with the standards of the kingdom. It reminds us, as the Puritans put it, that part of our calling is to speak truth to power.

  • Rabble-rouser for peace: the authorized biography of Desmond Tutu

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    One New Book for the Preacher

    Agnes W. Norfleet

    Shandon Presbyterian Church, Columbia, South Carolina

    RABBLE-ROUSER FOR PEACE: THE AUTHORIZED BIOGRAPHY OF DESMOND TUTU by John Allen. New York: Free Press, 2006. 396 pages.

    In infancy he was stricken with polio. In his youth he was hospitalized for eighteen months with tuberculosis which he barely survived. As an adult he experienced numerous attempts on his life, including one with a sharpened bicycle spoke at a crowded airport and another when his car was run off the road and he was beaten, but the command to kill him was not carried through for some inexplicable reason. Nearly thirty years ago in the heated season of escalating resistance and oppression, he drew up his wishes for his own funeral. His middle name is Mpilo, meaning “Life,” and for Desmond Tutu it is no small wonder. John Allen is a South African journalist who has known Tutu for thirty years and served as the director of communications for the country’s Truth and Reconciliation Commission. He has observed Tutu up close during his nearly impossible work to heal a nation emerging from its long struggle against apartheid. Allen has had direct access to Tutu, his family, his acquaintances, his detractors, his enemies, as well as volumes of diary entries, notes, sermons, school records, police records, and correspondence. Written in a journalistic style, this book recounts details of people, places, and events down to the hour, and through this precise specificity emerges the fascinating and complex story of how Tutu rose from being a sickly boy in the impoverished margins of South African society to a towering international advocate for peace in his country and for the world. Preachers, I imagine, will be interested to read about how early on young Desmond had no intention of becoming a minister. After spending a year and a half in the hospital with tuberculosis as a teenager, he wanted to go into medicine and applied to medical schools, but his family could not afford the fees. It was a community of Anglican monks caring for him during his long illness and a specific mentor who recognized his potential for ministry and helped him find his way into seminary as a second option. Like many a seminary student, he struggled with Greek, he worried about money and uprooting his family, and he was well into his academic studies before he began to discern his calling to serve God through the church. Tutu didn’t imagine his becoming a giant political figure either. So accustomed was he to living in the racist society of South Africa that it was not until Tutu went to England to study for ministry that he began to realize how oppressively wrong the severe segregation of apartheid really was. Until then much of life and religion had been left unquestioned. His growing sense of call to serve the church paralleled his rise as a political figure proclaiming a more just homeland. Events along the way, from the Sharpeville massacre of 1960 through the increasing turmoil of the 1970’s and 80’s, urged him onto the national stage. Allen gives us a portrait of a very complicated human being whose brave convictions were pulled out of him by complex circumstances in church and society.

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    An extreme extrovert with an incredible sense of humor and profound love for people, Tutu spends hours daily in silent devotion and meditation regenerating his personal resources. He is a man of great laughter and flowing tears. He can stir up a crowd to the brink of an uprising and then tell them they need to act nonviolently. He advocates nonviolence but refuses to say violence is never a necessary means of action. He served a large white congregation in Johannesburg preaching from a black African hermeneutic , trying to move them gently and pastorally toward a more just social order, but he also let his anger lead them into uncharted seas of political change. The book’s title, Rabble-Rouser for Peace, is a perfect summation of his seemingly contradictory qualities. Ironically, the Nobel committee chose Tutu because they believed him less controversial than other potential South African choices for the award, and then his winning of the Nobel Peace Prize emboldened him to further rabble-rousing. Allen’s eyewitness account of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission is an amazing testimony to the Christian understanding of repentance, restitution, and forgiveness. There were many victims of apartheid who wanted nothing more than to punish those who had violated them, and there were violators little interested in being forgiven. Tutu was the one who held firm to his conviction that apartheid had damaged whites as well as blacks and insisted, “There is no future without forgiveness.” He figured out how to use people’s anger and to drain the violence out of it, thus making room for hope. By his persuasive Christian convictions the whole country moved a long way to restoring humanness to all people of every race. During a time when our world is falling apart at the seams by warfare that is largely religious in nature, Allen’s portrait of Desmond Tutu and his amazing South African story provides hope for people of faith truly to live the gospel. Tutu’s life, like the lives of many unlikely biblical prophets, reflects God’s working through him to move a nation toward justice and reconciliation. By a daily meditative ritual of emptying himself to nothingness, Tutu practices becoming a vessel which God can fill to the brim. As Tutu once told a priest who questioned his views, “God’s gift of forgiveness is gracious and unmerited but you must be willing to appropriate the gift.” Tutu’s remarkable journey through life and faith is one worthy of every preacher’s attention. He is a very complicated human being, with ordinary gifts and flaws, but one through whom God has done extraordinary new things. Desmond Mpilo Tutu lives indeed for the sake of the gospel.

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  • The shepherd Jesus

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    The Shepherd Jesus

    I Peter 2:21-25; Psalm 23; John 10:1-16

    Kimberly Bracken Long

    Columbia Theological Seminary, Decatur, Georgia

    Today I want to talk about Jesus. I would rather talk about the inscrutable mystery of God, or the inexplicable power and wonder of the Holy Spirit. But I have lived with today ‘ s texts for a while, and I can’t escape Jesus. Not Christ. Not the Redeemer and Savior of the world. Just….Jesus. Other traditions do this better, I think. Or maybe it’s just that other preachers do this better than I do. They are unembarrassed about the fact that Jesus is utterly real and present. Not just the God who is out there, somewhere; not the God who blows in the wind and erupts into flame; but the God who is as near as God can be. A flesh-andblood God who did not just live for a time 2000 years ago, but lives today. And is right here. Immediate, intimate, and close. So I stand before you today, the good people of Central Presbyterian Church – a body of believers known for thinking about theology and doing social justice and being a public witness – to preach nothing more – and nothing less – than Jesus. Really knowing who Jesus is in some ways not as simple as you might expect, which may be why we have parables and poetry before us today. When John tells the story, even Jesus tries out all sorts of metaphors to describe who he is. In other parts of the gospel he calls himself a vine, the bread of life, living water, the light of the world. Here, though, he is a shepherd who leads his sheep out to find good pasture; they know his voice and will follow wherever he leads. He is also the gate through which they pass in order to find life abundant, but he quickly returns to the image of the shepherd. There are not a lot of sheep around these parts, and so a shepherd is probably not the figure we would automatically think of to associate with Jesus. But shepherds were common in the ancient world, and the image was all through the Hebrew scriptures – the bad shepherds were those rulers and leaders who trampled the people in their quest for power and wealth, who fed themselves instead of the sheep, who failed to seek after the lost and the strayed, who ruled with force and harshness instead of kindness and mercy. In the face of their wrongdoing God promised, through the prophets, to be the people’s good shepherd, the one who would rescue them and gather them up, seek the lost, and bring back those who had strayed, bind up the injured and strengthen the weak (Ezekiel 34). Along with this good shepherd who will right all wrongs and restore the people, there is the shepherd of the psalm, who gives sustenance and comfort and safety to each one of the flock, providing every need and pouring out grace beyond measure. John, of course, wanted his listeners to understand that Jesus was this good shepherd that God had promised Israel, and the image continued to be a compelling one for the early church as well. It was everywhere – you can still see it in a fresco over the baptismal font of the earliest known house church, the shepherd Jesus carrying a lamb upon his shoulders. He is painted in the catacombs and sculpted into statues, he appears in worship spaces and final resting places, as if to say that this shepherd Jesus


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    guides and protects and provides throughout all of life, at the beginning of life’s journey and at the end. And so the image remains even today – in stained glass windows and old tombstones – Jesus, the good shepherd. It’s not hard to understandMs image of Jesus as shepherd. But I think, in the end, it is a truth that happens to you more than it is something you learn or figure out. In her book, Traveling Mercies, Anne Lamott tells about a white man in her church named Ken who was suffering from AIDS and had lost his partner to the same disease. A few weeks after the funeral, she says, “Ken told us that right after Brandon died, Jesus had slid into the hole in his heart that Brandon’s loss left, and had been there ever since. Ken has a totally lopsided face, ravaged and emaciated, but when he smiles, he is radiant. He looks like God’s crazy nephew Phil. He says that he would gladly pay any price for what he has now, which is Jesus, and us.”1 It is remarkable enough to imagine that a person so broken by death and pain could be anointed with such love that his suffering is overwhelmed by joy. But there is even more to the story. Lamott goes on to talk about a woman in the church named Ranola, who, she says, “is large and beautiful and jovial and black and devout as can be.” Ranola had “been a little standoffish toward Ken.” Her conservative religious upbringing taught her that folks like him were abominations. But Ken had been coming to church nearly every week for the last year and it was getting to Ranola. “So,” writes Lamott,

    on this one particular Sunday, for the first hymn, the so-called Morning Hymn, we sang “Jacob’s Ladder,” which goes “Every rung goes higher, higher,” while ironically Kenny couldn’t even stand up. But he sang away sitting down, with the hymnal in his lap. And then when it came time for the second hymn, the Fellowship Hymn, we were to sing “His Eye is on the Sparrow.” The pianist was playing and the whole congregation had risen— only Ken remained seated … and we began to sing, “Why should I feel discouraged? Why do the shadows fall?” And Ranola watched Ken rather skeptically for a moment, and then her face began to melt and contort like his, and she went to his side and bent down to lift him up — lifted up this white rag doll, this scarecrow. She held him next to her, draped over and against her like a child while they sang. And it pierced me.2

    It pierces me, too, this idea—more than an idea—that Jesus can fill a hole that is left by some unbearable loss—and that this good shepherd can cause one sheep to be so overcome with love for an unlikely other that she becomes like a shepherd herself, taking care, giving succor, providing safety in her strong and loving arms. This is the life to which we are called—what it means to follow the good shepherd, to be part of his flock. To sometimes receive and sometimes give—to know not only in our minds but in our guts security in the face of danger, joy that crowds out sorrow, and love that overwhelms fear. It means being led along paths we would not choose for ourselves, to be prodded by the shepherd who knows our needs better than we know our own, to be blessed so thoroughly and so richly that we would not have even known how to ask for it. Knowing a shepherd like that changes things – it changes us – for to follow this shepherd is to trust – profoundly and completely – that in every circumstance we are


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    protected and led by the one who stands guard against the worst the world can do. It does not mean that death will not come, that tragedy will not strike, that our hearts will not be broken. But it does mean that whatever befalls us, we may sing this psalm, too:

    Even though I walk through the corridors of the ICU, I will not fear death… Though I pass through the valleys of depression or delusion, I will not be alone… Though people may taunt me or shun me, I will not lose heart… Though I sleep in the doorways on Mitchell Street, I will fear no evil…. For you anoint me…guard me…love me….

    This is such good news I can scarcely take it in. To be released from fear is a gift beyond words. I know this because I am a specialist in fear. I am afraid of nearly everything – of being alone and of losing the ones who are dear to me; of failing and of succeeding; of not being loved, or even liked very much; of falling and flailing; I’m afraid of people I don’t understand and places I don’t know. I’m not afraid of dying but I am afraid of pain. But then there is this shepherd, Jesus, who promises to meet us in ways we cannot imagine in the most difficult places of life – and death. A few years ago, before she was moderator, Susan Andrews wrote of seeing this happen with her own eyes. She recalled the time when she was a student chaplain assigned to the cancer ward of a psychiatric hospital for the destitute where, as she put it, “certain death added an extra layer to the human despair.” One day she entered an isolation unit to find a man who hardly seemed human anymore. His arms and legs were nearly consumed by gangrene, sweat poured from his shaking body and a horrible odor encased him. “Dear God,” she thought to herself, “what can I possibly say to this man?” Her prayer was answered as she began to recite the Lord’s Prayer, then the twentythird psalm. As she spoke the familiar words within that putrid room, she watched the man before her change. He stopped shaking. He looked into her eyes and began to speak the words with her. “In that moment,” she writes, “he traveled back home, back into the rooms of a long-lost faith. When this child of the covenant died an hour later, he had been welcomed by a loving God who had never left him.”3 We affirm our faith in the good shepherd whenever we say this prayer at the close of a funeral, when the whole flock commends one we have loved to the eternal care of God:

    Into your hands, O merciful Savior, we commend your servant Acknowledge, we humbly pray, a sheep of your own fold a lamb of your own flock a sinner of your own redeeming. Receive her into the arms of your mercy into the blessed rest of everlasting peace, and into the glorious company of the saints in light.4

    In life and in death, as our ancestors in the faith put it, we belong not to ourselves but


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    to Jesus. He leads us to the waters of baptism, and the font reminds us that we belong to him and to one another. He sets before us a table of love in face of all the world’s pain, and we remember that we are fed along the way, not just for our own sakes but for the sake of others, too. And he gives us this flock…. From womb to tomb, font to grave, on whatever roads we take (or find ourselves on), the shepherd leads us as one flock, gracing us with constant companionship and food for the journey, until he leads us safely home. As the choir will soon sing, Lauda—praise—for what else can we do?

    Notes

    1. Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies (New York: Pantheon Books, 1999), 64. 2. Lamott, 64-65. 3. Susan Andrews, “At Home in God,” The Christian Century (April 14, 1999): 413. 4. The Book of Common Worship (Louisville: Westminster/John Knox Press), 925.

  • The words we are given

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    The Words We Are Given1

    Numbers 6:22-27

    Patrick Willson

    Williamsburg Presbyterian Church, Williamsburg, Virginia

    The words we are given burst upon us without warning. That’s the way it happens in the book of Numbers where these sudden, haunting words irrupt. Nothing that has happened previously in Numbers anticipates them and nothing said afterward will attempt to account for them. It is as if the heavens throw them down, unbidden, unprecedented, startling, and as the narrator tells it, that appears to be exactly what happens:

    The LORD spoke to Moses, saying: Speak to Aaron and his children, saying, Thus you shall bless the Israelites: You shall say to them, The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you; the LORD lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace. So they shall put my name on the Israelites, and I, I will bless them.

    We speak of the Scriptures being Word of God and God’s gift to us, but occasionally the Scriptures give us quite directly the gift of words: “Say this,” “tell the people this,” “speak these words.” We are given a script. We are given a gift of words. We are given these words because without them we do not know what to say. Our own words—the words we ordinarily speak, the words by which we make our way in the world, the words by which we account for everyday existence—are too measured, too timid, too qualified, too namby-pamby. We hedge our bets with “if and “sometimes” and “on the other hand.” Because our own words are jumbled, always complicated admixtures of blessing and curse, we are given words to speak God’s blessing in which there is no shadow, no qualification, no condition, no “if,” no impurity or imperfection, no halfheartedness . We are given these words to speak: “The LORD spoke to Moses, saying: Speak to Aaron and his children, saying, Thus you shall bless the Israelites: You shall say to them…” These words we are given we are given in order that we might speak them to others. We are allowed to hear the words we are given so that we might know God’s blessing, but we are not permitted to keep these words for ourselves. To hear rightly the words we are given is to speak the words again and again, to speak the words aloud so that others may hear as well. “Thus you shall bless the Israelites: You shall say to them: The LORD bless you


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    and keep you.” So often when we use the word “bless” it sounds so small, so frail, so “spiritual,” but when the Hebrew Scriptures speak of blessing they mean for us to smell the spring rain on the rich soil, to taste the sweetness of wine and ripe fruit, to feel sensation of skin touching skin, to hear the sound of a newborn crying, to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. To “bless” invokes everything God intends for human creatures: life, joy, land, fertility, health, children, long life, wealth. “To bless” in the Scriptures is materialistic enough to make even Jabez blush. God not only blesses, however, God keeps; that is, God protects, guards, and guides those God blesses. “The LORD bless you and keep you,” therefore is quite a lot to say, but that’s only the beginning, and the blessing of Numbers 6 expands. Like a pebble tossed in a pond, this blessing thrown into our world creates ripples spreading, waves extending. “The LORD make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you,” the blessing goes on. Again and again, the psalms pray for God’s face, for God’s face to look upon people in recognition—”Yes, I know you! I remember you!” God’s face shines upon people the way the sun shines upon the earth making things grow, making things warm and alive. The blessing goes even further, however, speaking of God’s face aglow with grace, not measuring our faults and fears and failings but regarding us compassionately , mercifully, with steadfast love. “The LORD lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace,” the blessing continues, expanding to encompass all God has made. Here the blessing anticipates God’s face not only shining upon the people, but also nodding toward them in welcome, a sign of God’s favor and encouragement. Finally the blessing pronounces the largest word in the Hebrew vocabulary: shalom, peace, the harmony of the whole creation, where all things come together in joyful praise of God. The blessing speaks of peace not as the absence of war, not as an interval between acts of violence, but as the triumph of God’s design for the creation. So extravagant, so encompassing are the words we are given, so hopeful in this hope-hungering world that when we take their full measure we can scarcely speak the blessing without tears in our eyes, a catch in our throat. On September 16,2001, the Sunday after September 11, at the conclusion of worship I spoke—tried to speak— these words we are given and found I could scarcely articulate the word “peace.” This blessing is so vast, so extravagantly full of everything God intends. How can we speak it? Well, when do we speak these words? (We speak these words at the beginnings of things. At baptism, with water and the promise of God fresh on their faces, people hear us pronounce the words we are given: “The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you; the LORD lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace.” We speak these words at all kinds of beginnings. Last May, only a few hours before she graduated from the College of William and Mary, our congregation commissioned a young woman to go teach at the Presbyterian Church’s Ramses College for Girls in Cairo, Egypt. Right before the service, with my usual pastoral sensitivity, I asked her mother how she felt about sending her only child to the Middle East. Tears flashed in her eyes; she couldn’t say anything, just shookher head. Well, what can you say? What we did say was: “Deborah, the LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his


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    face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you; the LORD lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace.” We speak these words at the end. After we have read the Scriptures and prayed the prayers and said everything we can think of to say, we place our hands on a coffin and declare, “The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you; the LORD lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace,” believing as we do that this ending is also in the mystery of God another sort of beginning. It is a well-established hope. In 1900 the oldest manuscripts of the Bible were from about the third century of the Common Era. In the 1920′ s scraps of papyrus were found in Egypt, among them a fragment with a couple of verses from the Gospel of John, and that fragment dates to about 125, probably only thirty or forty years after the Gospel of John was written. Then, in the late 1940′ s, a Bedouin shepherd looking for a lost sheep found what we call the Dead Sea Scrolls, and included among them were manuscripts of Jeremiah, Hosea, and Habakkuk dating two hundred years before the time of Christ. Then in 1986, in the Valley of Hinnom in suburban Jerusalem, right next to the Church of Scotland’s Saint Andrew Church, archaeologists digging in a burial chamber found two tiny silver scrolls, a piece of jewelry, really, and written on the silver scrolls was the earliest biblical text ever found, dating from about six hundred years before the birth of Jesus. On these tiny silver scrolls these words: “The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you; the LORD lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace.” For twentysix centuries those silver scrolls adorned a woman’s grave. Perhaps it was her husband who placed those scrolls there; perhaps it was her children, a brother, a sister, a lover. We cannot know who placed them there, but we know very well that longing that Someone would bless and keep those we love, that Some Power greater than our own would look upon them as graciously as we wish we could look upon them, that Someone would smile at them and welcome them and encourage them and finally, in spite of everything, grant them peace. At beginnings and endings we speak this blessing, and if at beginnings and endings, then perhaps also in the odd times in between. Magazines list the best restaurants in the United States. It’s fun to read their lists and see what they think makes for a great restaurant. Each year they miss one terrific place. I’ve only been there once, but I can’t wait to go back. It’s the Burger King on one of the concourses of the Detroit airport. The day I went there I was on my way to Kansas City to preach a colleague’s ordination service, and the ticket the church sent routed me through Detroit. My flight arrived around noon, and I knew if I didn’t get something on my stomach the flight to Kansas City would be miserable. The only place to eat on this concourse was a Burger King. The line for Whoppers and fries snaked around four or five times, but it seemed to be moving. As I neared the front it became obvious that the three Asian gentlemen in front of me had only the barest acquaintance with English. They tried to order, and the two bright, twenty-ish kids behind the counter were the very soul of patience. They listened, tried to repeat their order; they pointed to pictures on the big electronic menu; heads nodded, it was taking a while. “Oh, for God’s sake!” said the man behind me. One of the young men taking orders looked up with a smile: “We’ll get your order in just a moment, sir! Don’t you worry; we’ll get you to your flight on time.” The two young men went back to trying to


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    understand, smiling, encouraging the three Asian gentlemen. You can go to very expensive, really elegant restaurants and not get hospitality like that. I hope they got what they ordered. I got my Whopper, fries and Coke, went to the cashier, paid for my lunch, and as the cashier returned my change, she said to me: “The Lord bless you and keep you on your flight.” I was stunned. “And….and…uh the Lord bless you,” I stammered out. I went and sat down to eat, but I felt like I could have flown to Kansas City by myself. I don’t know what church that woman belonged to, but it was a church that had empowered her to bless. I recommend the Burger King in the Detroit airport; I can’t wait to go back there again. Wouldn’t you want to eat at a place like that? Wouldn’t you want to belong to a church like that? We hesitate to speak a blessing, we get power to bless? Who are we to pronounce such vast, encompassing words? Oh, we can say them, but we can’t make them stick, can’t make them happen. So we are more likely to say something smaller, more timid: “Good morning,” “Have a nice day!” “Take care!” God help us. I’ll bet at least a few of you are Tony Hillerman fans. Tony Hillerman is probably the dean of American mystery writers. His mysteries are set among the Navajo People, and his detectives are officers of the Navajo Tribal Police. One of these officers, Jim Chee, lives in two different worlds. He is not only a modern police lieutenant who uses the latest forensic methods but also a traditional Navajo who aspires to be a hataalii; a rough English translation might be shaman or medicine man. For twenty years of mystery novels Jim Chee has studied with his ancient uncle. He has learned the sacred songs, the sand paintings, how to use herbs, all the skills required to return his people to hozho, so they may “walk in beauty,” we might translate, or “live in harmony.” If we asked the prophet Isaiah to translate the word, he would undoubtedly say: shalom, peace. In a recent novel Chee’s ancient uncle tells Jim he has mastered all the techniques: “You know the chants. You sing them without a mistake. And your sand paintings are exactly right. You know the herbs…all that.”2 Only one thing is lacking. Jim Chee believes in the efficacy of the songs and sand paintings and rituals; he is proficient in every detail. He has mastered the techniques. He believes in the great harmony he invokes and he understands his people’s need of it. What he cannot bring himself to believe is that the great peace that is the inheritance of his people can flow through someone as confused and divided and unpeaceful as he is. God understands our hesitation and our timidity in pronouncing the blessing. In the last verse of God’s command to Moses—which Moses was to pass on to Aaron and Aaron to all his children for all time—there is the most curious grammar. It is unnecessarily and unreasonably emphatic. The verb form already supplies the subject, but the rhetoric reiterates the subject so there can be no mistaking the One who provides power to bless, so there can be no misunderstanding the determination of the One who means to bless. God knows how the words of blessing stick in our throats; God anticipates our awkwardness in saying such marvelous things; God knows how bereft of blessing we are, so God declares, “So they shall put my name on the Israelites, and I, I will bless them,” or “I, I myself will bless them.” As if anticipating our objection and timidity and doubt, God says, “I, I will bless them.” In spite of your hesitation and timidity and doubt, and even through them, I, I will bless. By your words and by your gestures, I, I will bless. You think you don’t


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    know how to bless; I, I know how to bless, says the LORD: speak the words to my people, put my name upon them, and I, I will bless them. Say to Aaron and all his children: bless my people, and I, I will bless them. God promises that through what we do God will bless. God promises that through the words we are given, the words we speak and the words that stick in our throat, and the words we scarcely dare to believe at all, God, God will bless.

    Notes

    1. This was one of the Wells Sermons from Ministers Week of Brite Divinity School, Texas Christian University, Fort Worth, Texas. 2. Tony Hillerman, Hunting Badger (San Francisco: Harper & Row, 2000), 114.