I pledge that I never will tie myself to parties who want to destroy Christianity… We want to fill our culture again with the Christian Spirit… we want to burn out all the recent immoral developments in literature, in the theatre, and in the press – in short, we want to burn out the poison of immorality which has entered into our whole life and culture as a result of liberal excess during past years.
If I didn't know better I would think this was a quote from George W. Bush. If he never said exactly these words I would think it was for reasons such as these that all those southern evangelicals voted him back into power.
Only it wasn't George W. who said this.
Adolf Hitler said this in 1922.
That's right. The German Christians who supported the Third Reich have a whole lot in common with the American Christians who support Bush.
Oh, and I should add that the same applies to those Canadian Christians who think it's their duty to vote for the Conservative Party.
ho logos sarx egeneto
She embodies her voice.
And if you ever heard her speak
You would realise how wondrous that is.
<i>Absit Omen</i>*
I think we're supposed to be remembering something…
Oh right.
Today let's remember that war is the only way to peace.
Today let's remember that we need to attack a country to defend it… from itself.
Today let's remember that killing people is the only way to set them free.
Today let's remember that we need to sacrifice our children in order to protect them.
Today let's celebrate Hiroshima. Let's raise our glasses to the Enola Gay and thank God for all the lives she saved.
Today let's remember that we need to be willing to do it all again.
Isn't this why Remembrance day was established? Lest we forget.
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*Latin saying: May the evil foretold not come to pass.
Stripping off the Armour
When I first started journeying with people who have suffered much (and continue to suffer much) I imagined myself as a sort of knight in shining armour. I was riding in to rescue the damsel in distress. I was going to save people. Hell, I was going to save the world.
Thankfully, I learned pretty early on that that’s not who I am. That’s not who any of us are.
“Knight in shining armour? Where the hell were you when everything was happening to me? You never picked me up off the ground. You never stopped him from doing what he did to me. You can’t be my knight in shining armour. You’re seven years too late.”
It’s impossible to be a knight in shining armour to people who are already broken. You can’t save them from being broken… they already are.
Of course once you realise this about one person, and then another, and then another, and then another… you also learn that dreams of saving the world don’t really fit in either.
So then I started thinking, well, I may not be able to save the world but I’ll save myself. At least I’ll absolve myself of complicity. Like Jeremiah I’ll be able to say that the blood of others is not on my hands.
But I can’t save myself. I am too deeply immersed in the systems I was born into. I am too weak, too frail, too blind.
So then I began to view myself as a tragic hero. Someone who does all he can to triumph over the forces around him but in the end the powers that be are too strong and overwhelm him. Yes, I too would “rage, rage into the night”. I would be Tarrou in Camus’ “La Peste”, submersing myself among plague victims, doing what I could to relieve their sufferings, until I too succumbed to the disease.
But I’m no tragic hero. As if this is all so romantic. What I do is not tragic. When people ask about my job with the homeless youth I often just say that I plunged a lot of toilets. Apparently I’m good at that. There’s nothing romantic about plunging toilets. And suffering is only romantic to those who have never experienced it. To those who have, it just… hurts. And I’ve watched a kid get refused entrance to our drop-in on Christmas day. I didn’t even think to try and work it out so that he could come in. I just stood in the door to support my co-worker and dodged when the kid, screaming and crying, spat at me. No, I’m no hero.
But that’s fine. It’s okay that these things are impossible, I don’t need any of them anymore. I don’t need to be something more than I am. I don’t need to be a hero or some sort of tragic icon. And I don’t need to save the world.
No, I’m just going to love people. That’s all. No provisos, expectations or exceptions. And there’s freedom in that. I’ve left my armour on the field, shrugged the world off my shoulder, laughed off the tragic romance, and discovered myself free to love and be loved.
Not that this means that broken people are damned to always being broken, or that we are always damned to weakness or failure. It’s just that all these things are in somebody else’s hands. And the one who holds these things is the one who calls us beloved.
The Loss of the Political
There's an old saying in Tennessee – I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee – that says, fool me once, shame on – shame on you. Fool me – you can't get fooled again.
– George W. Bush
Ah, George, but they did get fooled again. Shame on all of us.
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To judge all Christians on the basis of those who voted for Bush is analogous to judging all Americans based on the fact that the majority of them voted Bush – not once but twice. Yes, there are a lot of people who call themselves Christians that do insane things (like support the Bush regime), but that doesn't mean Christianity itself is being truly represented by those people. And yes, there are a lot of Americans who do obnoxious things (like support Bush's war in Iraq) but that doesn't mean all Americans are truly represented by those people. And I would push it one step farther. To support Bush is actually fundamentally opposed to Christianity. Not that I'm saying all Christians need to get out and vote for the liberals or some fringe party. What I am saying is that it seems to me that most Christians have lost their understanding of their distinct political identity. Christians have tended to take the approach that they need to vote for “the least of the evils”. Sure, all candidates won't agree with everything they agree with, so they just try to find the candidate that is the most similar to their morals. Now it seems like most Christians in North America think that morals strictly deal with things related to sex, and drugs, and prayer in school. So they see a guy like George W. and vote for him. Other Christians (definitely the minority) realise that morals are far more about things like economics and war so they tend to vote for other parties – and instead of risking splitting the vote, they vote for Kerry. You know, take the least of the evils. Of course, when that's your approach you still just end up with… evil. I'd say this approach became popular around the 40s and 50s (thank you Reinhold Niebuhr, you lead the church into exile). Pick up pretty much any Chomsky book and you'll be able to judge its efficacy.
Of course a third group of Christians realise this and tend to retreat into an apolitical stance. Better not to get involved at all. Keep your own hands clean and try to save as many souls as you can while the world goes to hell.
The problem with all these positions is they misunderstand the nature of Christianity. Christianity is inherently political. It was never about souls going to heaven while the world burns. It's about transforming the world here and now. Jesus was a political figure, Paul's gospel had devastating political consequences and the message of the prophets in the Old Testament returns over and over again to political issues.
But Christianity is not political in the ways any of these people have imagined.
North American Christians need to rediscover their true political identity. Probably a good first step is to rediscover Jesus. After all, I think it's Jesus that all these people are either completely abusing or completely ignoring.
Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?
– George W. Bush
I don't know about our children but our church sure as hell is not.
Echoes
It was still dark when he opened his eyes.
Awakened not by the noise but by the silence that follows a mountain being swallowed by the sea.
And while those around him sleep
He lays on his back and smiles.
Listening
To the echoes of a miracle.
The streetlights flicker out like candles in the steel grey of dawn.
Learning to Walk
It's funny how people can impact our lives and we can completely forget them or even the fact that they transformed us.
My mom was emailing me a recipe for Rhubarb Rolls and she tells me this story.
“When you were young, around nine months old, a couple from the States came to London because the husband needed brain surgery. They needed a place to stay and contacted our church so Pa said they could stay with us. The wife spent most of her time at the hospital with her husband but his parents had come up as well. They were an old country couple and had a bunch of kids of their own. He just loved babies and spent hours with you on the living room floor. Holding your hands and walking you back and forth, back and forth. Really, he taught you how to walk. At nine months too. That's a pretty young age.”
I imagine an old man with rough knotted fingers and cheeks that feel like sandpaper. A body that bears the marks of years of hard labour coupled with a gentle eyes and a gentle touch.
Of course, I really don't remember anything about him at all. He came and went. And I've been walking ever since.
Thanks, old man.
"dia Pisteos Iesou Xristou" – Through The Faith of Jesus Christ
I've been doing a lot of thinking in Galatians 2. Ever since the ground breaking work of those belonging to the “New Perspectives on Paul” New Testament scholarship has become dominated by a line of thinking that justification is not the result of faith in Christ, but by the faith of Christ.
Since Luther Protestants have understood justification to be the means by which an individual appropriates salvation. Paul, it was argued, was talking about being justified by faith, not by works – which was the route taken by Judaism. However, in the revolution that's been taking place in Pauline scholarship over the last thirty years justification has come to be seen in a new light. This is largely due to the fact that first-century Judaism(s) is (are) starting to be respected for what it truly was instead of being seen through the lens of Luther's critique of the medieval Catholic church. In Judaism at the time of Paul justification was never about how one appropriates salvation. Rather, it was about badges of membership. Instead of being about how one enters the people of God it is about how one can tell who already is a member of God's people. This resolves the problem that often comes with the old approach to justification: that of faith just being another work one does to earn salvation. No, according to Paul, faith is a badge of membership not another surrogate work. Therefore Paul's argument with the trouble-makers in Galatia was about what defines God's people. Paul emphatically argues that works of the Law (understood as circumcision, food-laws, and observance of Sabbath) are no longer the badges of membership. Those who are in Christ are marked by the faith of Christ.
Of course this has already been said before by the likes of Wright and Hays and Dunn.
Now here's where it could get interesting…
I am IN Christ because of the faith OF Christ. In fact, I am so much in Christ that I have been crucified with him and it is now he who lives through me (Galatians 2). That means that the faith I possess is also the faith OF Christ. However, if I was justified by Christ's faith, and I now embody Christ's faith are not those around me justified by my faith?
Sacramental (and Incarnational) Living
I miss my kids. I miss the street-kids from Toronto. True sometimes they could be nasty, sometimes they actually scared the hell out of me, but mostly they weren’t like that, and I don’t blame them for the times they were. I wonder what I would be like if I was in their situations. Mostly though they were just like kids. Maybe more broken than most but, more often than not, more beautiful as well. Every now and again I wonder about the connection between those two, between brokenness and beauty… I loved those kids.
People who have never been loved – not in a true way, not a way where they are loved for who they, not for something they can offer – are often quite puzzled by it. They don’t trust it at first. “No, that’s too good to be true. There’s gotta be a catch somewhere.” So they feel me out, they come at me from different angles, sometimes they offer me all the things they’re used to offering when someone treats them that way. “This person shows love to me… it must mean that he wants me.” But they keep coming back. They can’t escape it. It’s too intriguing, too strong for them to escape… too much like something they never imagined possible. So they come back. Love is a powerful thing.
Yet as the relationship deepens and they start to realise the nature of my love for them other thoughts start running through their minds. This time its related to shame, to guilt, to self-worth. “No, I’m not what this person sees me as. No, I am not lovable. I don’t deserve this. I deserve the hatred, the shame, the hurt… not this.” And so little by little I will hear more of their stories. “Listen man, I’m not like that, I’ve done all sorts of shit you don’t know about.” But I just keep loving them. “Sure, you’ve done all that, but that’s not what defines you. The way I see you… that’s closer to who you really are.” And so it goes on, until eventually they tell you everything. Not only about their past but about what they did last weekend, what happened last night. Of course I just keep loving them. Really it’s not that hard. They’re beautiful kids… and really they never had a chance.
And I’ve realised something. It’s the sacrament of confession and absolution that’s going on here. The words are all different, nobody’s explicitly asking for forgiveness and I’m not explicitly offering it but that’s what’s happening.
By loving these kids, by accepting these kids as who they are, even in the midst of everything that’s going on, I am manifesting God’s love for them and providing them with a glimpse of what they will one day fully encounter. The fact that I love and accept them is the first proof that God does too. I embody the forgiveness of sins by loving them and suffering with them. By laughing with them and crying with them.
You see, a lot of these kids never make it out. A lot of these kids die. They’re murdered, they overdose, they commit suicide. A lot of these kids are so broken they just never heal. A lot of these kids die without any sense of knowing God. “Yeah sure, I used to pray, but that didn’t stop anything that was happening to me. Maybe God’s out there, maybe not… I just know God doesn’t do anything for me.” Yet I am convinced that, when the time comes for God to make all things new, these kids will be welcomed home. You see, they do know God they just don’t realise it. The love inside of me that drew them to me, that made them love me, that was God. On that day they’ll realise, “Holy shit! I do know God. I met God in Dan.” And then they’ll probably look embarrassed that they just swore in front of God but God will just laugh and say, “Hey, watch your fucking mouth you little shit.” And we’ll all be laughing too hard to notice that we’re crying until we realise God has gone by and wiped all our tears dry.
Maranatha. Come quickly, Lord Jesus. Come quickly.
Universalism: Part One
I disagree with the general Christian approach to the doctrine of original sin. We are NOT born as sinful beings. Original sin is not a metaphysical doctrine, it is a social one. We are not born sinful, but we are born into systems of sin.
Of course this quickly resolves the whole dilemma about what happens when innocent children die, etc.
However, as we grow-up in our societies we blindly participate in systems of sin, oppression and death, and as such we become sinful. At this point ignorance is no excuse. I may not have realised my money was supporting child-labour but it was. I may not have realised I was treating women as objects, but I was.
So, although I was once born innocent, I am born into a sinful world and thereby become sinful.
That's why Paul keeps saying that our battle is not with flesh and blood but with powers and principalities. Some charismatics have taken this way out on a tangent and developed intricate diagrams of spiritual beings and their ranks, etc, etc. Really Paul is attacking the social structures of the Roman Empire when he writes this way.
The powers and principalities are sin and death. And it is these that Jesus defeated on the cross. They are ideologies. They are all the things that claim the place of God in our lives yet destroy right relationship in doing so. Racism, Sexism, Capitalism, Patriotism… They are also corporations and businesses. Nike, The Gap, Shell, MicroSoft… These are the structures of sin that exist in our society.
And it is these, I would like to suggest, that are damned to hell, it is these that are damned to annihilation. God is in the process of saving the world, of making all things new. These structures of sin and death and the only things that will not be redeemed. All else will be ushered in. Death after all is not a presence but an absence. When God is fully present there is no room for death.
And this is why Christians are now called to announce the forgiveness of sins. Somewhere along the way we've gotten it all wrong. We've been announcing judgment when we should be announcing grace. No, you are not damned, you are beloved! No, you are not tainted, you are beautiful! No, you are not being cast out, you are being welcomed home! What Christ has accomplished has been achieved for all.
The thing is that Christians also need to be living in a way that signals that the powers and principalities have been defeated if their message is to be heard. “It is by the church living as the one believing community, in which barriers of race, class, gender and so forth are irrelevant for membership, and to holding of office that the principalities and powers are informed in no uncertain terms that their time is up, that there is a new way of being human” (Wright). That's why John says that they will know we are Christians by our love.
Of course we can announce the forgiveness of sins. Israel wasn't called to be God's people so that they could be saved while the rest of the world wasn't. No, election was all about saving the world. Abraham was called so that all the earth would be blessed. So, now, after Jesus, it just doesn't makes sense to say God has called a different group of people while the rest of the world is damned. No, God, in his love, is saving the world and making us all new.