fivestepsdown: living the questions of faith

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Nada te turbe

Over the past few days I've had some wonderful adventures with my car, moving to a new house, and phone conversations with my parents. Sometimes I wonder where God fits into that whole scheme. I'd like to bring to attention the recent murder of Brother Roger of Taize. You can read more at www.taize.fr or http://www.nytimes.com/2005/08/18/international/europe/18roger.html?fta=y

As one can see, Brother Roger's life was one of hope - that schisms could be healed, that peace shall prevail, and that God's love is found in both struggle and prayer. "Nothing can trouble, nothing can frighten, those who seek God shall never go wanting."

In the midst of the chaos, remembering the life of one called to help bring about God's kin-dom here on earth brings me back to center.

Monday, August 15, 2005

Turning the ribbon around

In college, my best friend accused me of being “ribbon boy.” I had a ribbon for every cause about which I felt passionate. My backpack was an array of yellow, red, purple, and green ribbons – along with the buttons that made the statements even more obvious. The epitome of the campus advocate, I often was able to couch my advocacy in terms of some faith-based language that somehow made me feel better about my passion for justice. I left the world of undergraduate education for Seminary to reconcile my faith and search for social justice. While I may not don ribbons so easily anymore, and I certainly have developed a deeper theological understanding of the prophetic call to justice, ribbons have recently forced me into deeper theological reflection.

Over the past few months I have noticed the phenomenon of the magnetic car ribbon. Almost all of these ribbon-shaped magnets are yellow, in support of the men and women in the armed forces, or incorporate some form of the American flag. The magnets in and of themselves are not a stumbling block. While I myself choose not to display my citizenship in this way, I respect that there are those that do. Yet, many of these magnets, which are offered for sale at some Christian bookstores, are not turned upright, so that they would be recognized in the shape of a ribbon. Turned on their sides, the ribbons subversively become the symbol of the ichthus (ΙΧΘΥΣ). The Greek word for fish, ichthus, is believed to be an acronym for the phrase, Jesus Christ Son of God, Savoir. Used in the early Church itself as a form of subversion, the ichthus was a way for persecuted disciples to claim their uniqueness in the midst of the Roman empire. It has been said that when one disciple would meet someone on the road, one would draw an arc in the dirt. If the other was a Christian, the arc would be recognized and another arc facing the other direction would be drawn, thus completing the symbol of the fish.

The Christian faith certainly holds no copyright on the religious imagery of the fish, yet I am forced to struggle with the conflation of the ribbon and the fish. The subversive nature of the fish symbol developed over and against the empire in which the early church found itself. Utilizing the cultural milieu surround them, early Christians were able to proclaim the discipling message of Jesus Christ, “come and I will make you fishers of men (sic)” (Mark 1:17). Proclaiming the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ is, at its very core, counter empire. Living the message of the Gospel is difficult when seen through what Lee Camp, author of Mere Discipleship, calls the “Constantinian cataract.” Being counter empire does not mean that Christians should not pray for the men and women who are in service to the empire, bureaucrats, military families, and elected officials. To not pray for them would assume that they are excluded from God’s love and grace. We who live as disciples cannot fall prey to political liberalism at the same time we forget God’s prevenient grace. At the same time, those who claim discipleship under Christ run the possibility of perverting the liberating, holistic good news – the good news that brings salvation to not only the soul, but to the body, mind, and social situations in which we find ourselves. The fusion of the ichthus with the empire that proclaims a message of war, prosperity, and ecological degradation that is counter to the gospel of healing transformation proclaimed by Jesus Christ. Certainly the messages of healing and wholeness found in the wearing of red ribbons for HIV/AIDS awareness, pink ribbons for breast cancer awareness, or purple ribbons for domestic violence awareness come closer to the heart of Christianity than the empire-fused ichthus, but why do we never see advocates for such movements turning their ribbons sideways? Indeed there are many Christians who are supportive of such awareness movements – not only because we are called to seek justice and make peace in all of creation, but also because such issues are at the heart of our own communities of faith. We undertake such healing advocacy because of our call to love of neighbor. Such love of neighbor and love of God’s creation is what also propels many of us to seek peace with justice.

Making such a statement, that the things for which we advocate are grounded in biblical theology, need not take a via negativa. Although the thought has crossed my mind more than once, we do not need to take to our local shopping malls and parking garages repositioning the ribbon-turned-ichthus magnets adorning our neighbor’s vehicles. This is counter to the Gospel of love of neighbor and doesn’t really make a theological point – all that it accomplishes is infuriation of our neighbors.

We can, however, turn our own ribbons on their sides. Whenever we wear a red ribbon to remember those in our communities and around the world who have died and are dying of HIV/AIDS, we do so out of hope for their lives and the lives of those who love them. Whenever we wear a pink ribbon, seeking education and prevention for breast cancer, we do so in the hope that such advocacy will bring about a transformed spirit, body, and mind. Whenever we wear a purple ribbon, we honor those victims of domestic violence as human beings, not as property to be abused at will. Whatever the color of the ribbon, whatever cause, we do so as disciples subverting the way of the world, subverting the empire-fused ichthus, and begin to see our advocacy through the lens of the Christ event. The positive approach to the situation employs a theological critique of what it means to be an advocate of a certain “secular” cause, challenges the “Constantinian cataract,” and engages Christian disciples in proclaiming the good news – that Christ’s victory over death brings hope for the healing of all the people in all the nations.

So, I guess that I’ve become the “ribbon boy” again – and that’s okay, especially when it proclaims the hope and healing found in the resurrected Christ.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Free Ride to Heaven

After taking a friend home from church today, I drove past a large Baptist church here in Washington. The marquee sign in front proclaimed, "Free Ride to Heaven. Deatils inside." More than some cute marketing campaign, this statement raises some delicate theological questions.

First, what is heaven? Growing up I remembered being told that heaven was a place, beyond the clouds, where people go when they die. I actually remember at a funeral where a well meaning pastor told me that the reason I could see the deceased's whole body was because everything below her waist was already up in heaven waiting on her! A good twenty years later, with some science and theology courses under my belt, I chuckle at the thought of a heaven where there are lower extremities walking around awaiting their counterparts currently in limbo at the local funeral home. Even the most theologically un-orthodox would also state that heaven is the place where God resides. Seems simple enough. And 0n the surface, I don't disagree with this statement. The crux of this concept of heaven comes when we image the God who resides in such a heaven. Historically this has meant that the old man with the long white beard sits on a throne among the clouds. But if we stop for a moment, and reconsider our concepts of heaven, maybe we come to imagine God in a way which we have never before encountered.

Second, the idea that a ride to heaven is free makes me a little uneasy. While I suppose uneasiness is a good thing, a free ride to heaven is another. Dietrich Bonhoeffer called it "cheap grace," and I believe the concept is helpful here. The life of faith is not like a blue light special at K-Mart in which everything good happens at once. Perhaps this is why I have a difficult time with a dateable conversion experience. For me, my life of faith has been a journey - with mountains and valleys and plains. Making something like a "ride to heaven" "free" makes it sounds as if something miraculous will happen the moment one walks through the doors of the church. If it were only that simple, those of us with a call to ministry would have the easiest jobs in the world. When God lures us into the human-divine relationship, God not only claims us as God's own, but we respond to God in a multitude of ways. It's not only about accepting Jesus into your life - that's only one part of the journey. Maybe I'm too Wesleyan in my ideas of salvation, but I've come to more deeply understand faith, deep faith, as something that is always a work in progress, never completed, always striving for perfection. Such a faith journey is never a "free ride."

Finally, for those that may understand salvation to be a single event in the course of one's life, the coercive nature of this marquee posting makes me wonder about the miracles that take place inside. I also wonder about those who inquire about the free ride - those with broken lives - suffering from relationship issues, drug and alcohol abuse, financial uncertainty - does God change their lives so immedaitely that they know for certain that they have won a "free ride to heaven?" Or do they continue to struggle with the contexts in which they find themselves and at the same time wrestle with God? Are they welcomed into the institution of the church because they are "saved" or are they welcomed to join fellow pilgrims on a journey?

Friday, August 12, 2005

Beyond WWJD

I'm glad that I never went through the WWJD? bracelet phase. Maybe it's the postmodern in me, but I never really knew if there was one real answer to that question. I thought that Jesus would have sided with the poor and marginalized, sought peace rather than violence, acted up against the empire instead of being coopted by it - but I guess the creators of the bracelet really wanted it to be a reminder to recently born-again teenagers about the evils of drugs, drinking, and premarital sex. That was 15 years ago - and today a new fad has appeared. Lance Armstrong and Nike paired up to create the "Livestrong" concept about a year ago - and since then various bracelets have become the new red/yellow/purple/pink ribbon. And I must say, that after a bit of trepidation, I too, have donned two wristbands. A white one with the word, "ONE," and a blue one that says, "My Journey." The white wristband is part of the ONE Campaign to end hunger and HIV/AIDS in Africa, the blue one is part of a promotion by the United Methodist Publishing House to encourage Christian Education development in local congregations. Like those WWJD? bracelets, the wristbands remind me of something - there is a world beyond my ghetto, a world in need - and that I am called to journey alongside those who are marginalized. Such a journey is never static, never assumes triumphalism, or is sympatheically patronizing. It is a journey to new life on a road full of suprises. Maybe the question should never have been "What Would Jesus Do?," but "What Would Jesus Have Us Do?" That opens the discussion wider - incorporates a variety of contexts - and certainly does not limit our conceptions of God. An old hymn proclaims "I Want Jesus to Walk with Me." Maybe instead of telling Jesus what we want, Jesus lures us into the possibility of having us walk with him.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Music as Spiritual Practice

I'm co-teaching an Adult Education class at my church loosely based on the book, "A Song to Sing, A Life to Live" by liturgical scholar Don Saliers and his Indigo Girl daughter, Emily. Since both are people I highly respect, the book made it to my reading list quite easily. Part of the "Practicing the Faith" series by Josey-Bass, this title explores, among other things, the importance of music in helping define our faith experiences. As one who believes in the integration of ritual experiences for helping define religiosity, I've really never questioned music as part of my spiritual disciplines. This course, however, has forced me to ask some very tough questions: How did I come to have music in my life? What are the cultures/people who have influenced the music I listen to? What does it mean for my affluent, mostly white congregation to sing hymns from other cultures?

As I begin my dive into the world of blogging, I call to mind one of my favorite songs by Emily Saliers - "Ghost." Over the years this song has meant many things to me: a lament to lost love, hope for a friendship in schism, pure musical enjoyment. But recently I've come to hear this song as part of my worship life. This is a love song to God - although I don't know if Emily would say this is so. But for me, the haunting lyrics (no pun intended) bring me into a new place, in which I am totally and utterly reminded of God's unequivocal love for all of creation. Thus, we come to the title of this blog: "well the Mississippi's mighty/cause it starts in Minnesota/at a place where you can walk across with five steps down/well i guess that's how you started/like a pin-prick to my heart/at this point you rush right through me and i start to drown"

Journey with me, fivestepsdown, and live the questions of faith.