Which Jesus?

A while back I had the opportunity to talk with a class of undergrad students about journeying in love relationship with the marginalised.
On the evening I spent with them we went on a walk through some neighborhoods in Toronto stopping at various places: a hospice where people with AIDS go to die, the “romper room” (a street where johns go to find child prostitutes), Regent Park (a neighborhood of intensely concentrated poverty and violence), etc.
After the walk the professor asked her students, “Where do you imagine Jesus being in those places? What do you imagine him doing?”
One by one the students responded in pretty similar ways, “Well, I imagine him on the basketball court playing with the boys there.” “I imagine him holding hands with a girl walking home from school.” And so on and so forth. All playful, happy pictures of Jesus as the strong, loving friend.
I looked hard for that Jesus in those neighborhoods and I never found him there. I don’t think he is there. The only Jesus I see in those neighborhoods is the Jesus that is crucified. I see Jesus stabbed with the boy on the corner, Jesus weeping with the girl turning a trick in a stairwell, Jesus bleeding to death on the sidewalk. I see a Jesus that is weak, powerless, bleeding, and dying.
The reason I don’t see the other Jesus is because the people of God have abandoned these places and these people. Until the people of God return to journeying in love relationships with the marginalised, the marginalised won’t have much of a chance to know Jesus in his strength. Jesus as the resurrected Lord of the cosmos will only appear when the people of God return announcing the good news of the kingdom – freedom for captives, sight for the blind, the forgiveness of sins, and the new creation of all things.
I looked over the class and told the students that the only Jesus I saw in the neighborhood was their presence. The only hope that these people have is that maybe some of us will return. Until we return they will only experience the hidden dying Jesus.
So come, children of God. Come, let us journey alongside of these precious ones. Let us bear on our bodies the brand-marks of Christ so that these beloved but broken ones may come to know the strength and love of the risen Lord. Let us move into crucifixion so that others can experience resurrection.

Whispers that Falter and Fade

And he told them all about these places, of the great hills and valleys of that far country. And the love of them must have been in his voice, for they were all silent and listened to him. He told them too of the sickness of the land, and how the grass had disappeared, and of the dogas that ran from hill to valley, and valley to hill; how it was a land of old men and women, and mothers and children; how the maize grew barely to the height of a man; how the tribe was broken, and the house broken, and the man broken; how when they went away, many never came back, many never wrote any more. How this was true not only in Ndotsheni, but also in the Lufafa, and the Imhlavini, and the Umkomaas, and the Umzimkulu.
Cry the Beloved Country, 52.
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Please…
If it weren’t for the tears that keep swelling in my throat and stealing my voice I would tell you a story. Not of far off places with hills and valleys but of places that are near with great buildings and dark alleys.
Please wait…
If you had the time I would speak the story of children.
I would tell of sons and daughters, boys and girls, fathers and mothers. Here too the grass has disappeared and the concrete has cracked. The city, the people, the children, are broken.
Please…
If I could speak eloquently maybe you would understand, maybe your heart too would break.
Don’t go…
If my voice were stronger I would command you to stay.
Please…
If I could make you understand perhaps then you would join in a journey with the disappeared and disappearing.
Come back…
This is true. This is here.
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But no. My stories have no power to stir an audience. My voice cannot create transformation. Searching for thunder I only find a whisper. A stuttering that fades to silence. And awkwardness. And grief. I cannot tell a story that will make you care.
And so I stay. I wait. I come back. Again and again. You will not listen and so I will show you my story. I will become my story.
You will not journey with the broken and so I will become the brokenness that you can see.
You will not journey with the grieving and so I will become the grief that you can see.
You will not journeying with the weak and so I will be become the weakness that you can see.
Perhaps then you too will join us.
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Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.
Cry, the Beloved Country, 111.
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My beloved, how I have missed you. Come child, we will cry together and perhaps our warmth will get us through the colder hours of the night.
I will take your tears and give them a voice.
I will take your groanings and give them an audience.
I will take your despair and give it hope.
I will take your loneliness and give it fellowship.
I will take your hate and give it love.
I will take your rage and give it peace.
The sun of righteousness will rise. With healing in its wings.

Vengeance

In Romans 12.20, Paul writes,
Never take your own revenge, beloved, but leave room for the wrath [of God], for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay,” says the Lord.
Whereas human vengeance is often motivated by hatred, God's vengeance is an act of love. Human vengeance is destructive, God's vengeance is creative. God's vengeance, while liberating the oppressed and healing the wounded, also brings restoration to the oppressors and liberates them from their acts of oppression. God's vengeance results in the new creation of all things. Thus Moltmann can write,
The 'Last Judgment' is not a terror… It is a source of endlessly consoling joy to know, not just that the murderers will not triumph over their victims, but that they cannot in eternity even remain the murderers of their victims.
That is why we are not to take vengeance into our own hands – we have profoundly misunderstood it and when we have taken it into our own hands cycles of violence, destruction and sin have only been perpetuated. This is why Paul goes on to say in Romans 12.21f,
“But if your enemy is hungry, feed him, and if he is thirsty, give him a drink; for in doing so you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
Evil is not overcome through human instruments of punishment and subjugation. Evil is overcome through the doing of the good, through a willingness to continue to suffer, through a refusal to hate and through the embrace of love. By living in such a way we become a witness to the final restoration and reconciliation of all things in Jesus. After all, Jesus is the Judge. Yet, as Hans Urs Von Balthazar says, Jesus crucified is the revelation of the Judge who puts himself on the side of the those who would damn themselves.
Let us leave vengeance to God. For in the consummation of the kingdom we just might discover that vengeance looks very little like the ways we have imagined it. Leaving vengeance to God is not waiting for those who have caused us suffering to finally be subjected to suffering. Rather leaving vengeance to God is waiting in hope for all to be liberated from brokenness, pain, and sorrow.

Knowing God

For Francis [of Assisi] religion was not a thing like a theory but a thing like a love affair.
– G.K. Chesterton
And that's just what is lacking. Over and over I see Christians who relate to God like they relate to an idea. I see Christians who know God like they know math, physics, philosophy or any other area of knowledge. I see Christians who pray with rhetorical devices and formulas. What I rarely see are Christians who know God like they know a person. Christians who talk with God not just to or at God.
Increasingly I have begun to think that this is the problem that lies at the very root of the plethora of problems that exist within North American Christianity today. Ultimately, at the bottom of it all, North American Christians miss the mark because they've never truly known God. Despite all their talk about “personal relationship with Jesus” I wonder how many of them have actually met him.
But Francis was right – true religion is a love affair. It's passionate, it's intimate, it's genuinely knowing and being known. Without that intimacy, without that very real personal relationship, Christianity is bound to become twisted into perversion or wither into nothingness.
It is this relationship that lies at the heart of Christian mysticism. That's why C. Ringma can say that Christians in the West in the 21st-century will become mystics or cease being Christians. This is what Kierkegaard never grasped. “Mystics,” he said, “have not the patience to wait for the revelation of God.” Contra-Kierkegaard mystics are not those who give up on understanding. Rather they are those who are rooted in love relationship and are so grounded in trusting the one they love that they do not need a complete answer to everything. They possess the understanding that only intimacy grants. Kierkegaard would reduce God to a proposition. Of course, this only makes sense as relationships – interactions between the self and the other – are increasingly impossible within Kierkegaard's existentialist framework.
This is why I am also increasingly thinking that Christians need to stop trying so hard. Christians are involved in a mass of activities seeking to transform the world, bring the kingdom of God, build the church, etc., etc., etc. But, outside of genuine relationship, these activities will be futile, like matches struck in a midnight thunderstorm. A flash of light, the smell of smoke, then darkness and rain, darkness and rain, darkness and rain.
The first thing Christians should do is cry out to God. Cry out for a genuine encounter, cry out for God's in-breaking into their lives and into the world. Until God comes everything is useless. Yet Christianity is marked by the guarantee of God's coming. God will come. God is not just the God of the past or the God of the future. God is the God of all of history, and that includes the present.
And when God does come, when God breaks in and transforms our present we will realise then that God is, after all, our Lover.

January Books

So I’ve decided to keep a log of the books I read this year.
January:
1Surviving Terror: Hope and Justice in a World of Violence. Ed. V.L. Erickson and M.L. Jones.
2God in the Alley: Being and Seeing Jesus in a Broken World. Greg Paul.
3Technopoly: The Surrender of Culture to Technology. Neil Postman.
4Hegemony or Survival: America’s Quest for Global Dominance. Noam Chomsky.
5In One Body Through the Cross: The Princeton Proposal for Christian Unity. Ed. C.E. Braaten and R.W. Jenson.
6Announcing the Reign of God: Evangelization and the Subversive Memory of Jesus. Mortimer Arias.
7The Trinity and the Kingdom. Jurgen Moltmann.
8On the Holy Spirit. St. Basil the Great.
9The Problem of Hell. J. Kvanvig.
10Collected Works. Flannery O’Connor.

Yes, I am my Mother's Son

The authors of the Left Behind series turn eschatology into scatology. That is to say: instead of talking about the consummation of the kingdom and the new creation of all things they just end up talking a lot of shit.

Confessions of a Paralytic

I've often said that I feel like Jesus' disciples around the time of Peter's confession. Yes, I get that Jesus is the Messiah but I'm still unpacking what that means. It's like the miracle that immediately precedes that account. Jesus heals the blind man the first time and he only sees people “like trees walking around”. So Jesus heals him a second time so that the blind man can see properly. Well, I've often said I feel like I'm at the stage of seeing walking trees.
However, I stumbled on another way of looking at things.
I was reading the story where Jesus is speaking in a house and a paralysed man is lowered down (through the roof… poor home-owner!) in front of him. Jesus looks at the man and says, “Take heart, your sins are forgiven.” Of course everybody is astounded that he would presume to forgive sins and so he asks, “What is easier to say, 'Your sins are forgiven' or 'rise up and walk'?” Yet Jesus does demonstrate his authority to forgive sins by healing the paralysed man.
I've been thinking of myself as that paralytic. I feel that I've heard the first affirmation, yes, my sins are forgiven. Not simply in some other-worldly sense of a ticket out of hell, but in the sense that I have been restored into right relationship with God. Yet I'm still awaiting the second part, “take up your mat and walk”. I'm still figuring out how this right relationship with God translates into right relationship with others in the contemporary context.
Yet this is a more encouraging model than the first one. To begin with there is a sense of joy attached – a relationship has been restored. There is also a sense of assurance. The second statement will follow the first. In a sense this way of looking at things provides more freedom along the way. It is liberating because ultimately it is awaiting God's action, the in-breaking of God's creative Word. It allows me to recognise where I am paralysed, and to be okay with my impotence to overcome that paralysis. After all, it's only a temporary thing. I will continue to cry to God and rest in the assurance that one day I will discover myself walking. Not only walking but dancing.

Redeeming Religion

“The definition of religion that I think is the most accurate is that religion is ritual designed to promote relationship.”
– CM
I think this definition is beneficial for a couple reasons. On one hand it counteracts those who seek to establish a (false) dichotomy between religion and relationship. It's as if religion has become a bad word these days. “No, I'm not into religion, I'm into relationship.” Christians have often been too hasty to throw away their language for the sake of maintaining the status quo. This definition begins to redeem the word religion and bring it back to a biblical definition, as James says, “Pure and undefiled religion in the sight of our God and Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their distress”.
On the other hand this definition is useful because it does not discard ritual in the pursuit of relationship. In engaging in the Christian religion there are particular Christian rituals passed down by Scripture and tradition (baptism and the Eucharist being the most prominent). This definition does not simply allow the person in pursuit of relationship to discard all rituals or traditions but rather it affirms ritual because such rituals reveal the particular relationship that the God of Christianity desires to have with believers. These are the ways in which God seeks relationship with his people, and in these ways unique things are revealed about character of the Christian God.
In essence this definition seeks to reveal the mutual indwelling of ritual and relationship. It reveals why ritual and relationship must go hand-in-hand if one is to fall within the Christian tradition.

Further Up and Further In

We have loved the stars too much to fear the night.
– J.B. Russell
We only fear the darkness when we flee from it. Having once ventured into it, or been engulfed by it, enough to have experienced deep hurts we dare not return to it again. Yet we will discover, if we dare, that hurt does not have the last word. Kurtz was wrong. “The horror” is not the heart of darkness. There is something deeper to be discovered. Past the chaos is calmness. Past the wounding is healing. Past the brokenness is redemption. Past death, new life.
On that journey I’ve learned to treasure the twilight and the dark places. The alleyways and footpaths, doorways, and shadows under bridges. These places are no longer haunted by evil, they are haunted by God. Not a God of unrequited power but a God of tenderness and passion. A God who also journeyed through chaos, wounding, brokenness and death.
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Sometime in the early morning the rain stopped. Watching the clouds clear the man under the highway stumbles from his sleeping bag and, bleary-eyed, asks me for a cigarette. I smile and give him one. We smoke together silently – shoulder to shoulder – looking out on the docks and fishing vessels at rest.