Saturday, April 17, 2021

October 2020 Faith and Politics

 

I recently observed the anniversary of my ordination to the Ministry of Word and Sacrament in the Presbyterian Church (USA), marking nearly half of my life that I’ve been called “pastor.” In that time, every four years, I  ̶  and I suspect most pastors  ̶  have looked to presidential elections with some trepidation. Congregations usually have some diversity of opinion on candidates and positions, even if unspoken. And the Bible is complicated enough that even contradictory political positions can often find nominal support.

There are laws that prevent the pulpit from becoming a political tool. Since 1954 the Internal Revenue Service has had guidelines, with penalty, for churches and certain non-profit organizations on the bounds of their politicking. There are also laws of self-preservation, when a pastor tries to avoid conflict with parishioners, that may then result in conflict with family when forced to move.

It is a high wire act, trying to walk the line of “good trouble,” as the late congressman John Lewis put it. Say too much and you risk the wrath of some. Say nothing about the day’s events, as if in a religious bubble, and you risk making the church irrelevant. In 2020, the election is one in a long queue of hot topics, even as it sheds its own light on pandemic, economy, racial injustice, and violence in our cities.

It is a fine line to walk. For years, trying to be “all things to all people” (1 Corinthians 9:22), I wouldn’t put a political bumper sticker on my car or a sign in my yard. But as I got older, the poet Mary Oliver’s question rang true for me: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” I realized that I only have one life to share what I believe. The faith I preach is the same faith that informs life as I know it. Up went bumper sticker and sign. Not befriending current church members on Facebook, so I can freely express my political views.

I’m careful about what I say, and sometimes I err, but I can say this. First, in no uncertain terms, vote. To abdicate this responsibility is an affront to every person who risked their life, or died, for this right. Theologian and pastor Dietrich Bonhoeffer, executed for trying to assassinate Hitler, wrote, “Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act.” There is no moral high ground in doing nothing. To do nothing, in the words of priest and social activist Thomas Merton, is to be a “guilty bystander.”

Secondly, while the Bible is full of do’s and don’ts, God gives some succinct direction. Micah asks, “What does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?” In three gospels Jesus is asked, “Which commandment is the first of all?” and in each he answers ‘love the Lord your God and love your neighbor as yourself.’

This Great Commandment finds its origins in the Hebrew Scripture, in Deuteronomy and Leviticus. Islam prioritizes love of God, and also teaches love of neighbor. That means three world religions share these commands.

Additionally, thirteen world religions share versions of the Golden Rule, from Jesus saying, “do to others as you would have them do to you,” Buddha’s “Treat not others in ways that you yourself would find hurtful” or Hinduism’s “do not do to others what would cause pain if done to you.”

So vote. If your faith is important to you, it should guide your decision-making. Understand “love God and love neighbor,” don’t ignore it. Voting for all as you would for yourself is a fair and faithful standard.

I can’t tell you how to vote, but I can strongly encourage you to vote, and to honestly and faithfully tie your faith to your politics.

 

 

March 2020 Essential Workers Make Checkbox and Podium Obsolete

 The third Saturday of May is Armed Forces Day, a day of appreciation for those on active duty. Memorial Day commemorates those who have died in national service, and Veterans’ Day honors those who have completed their tour of duty. While patriotism can be overdone and politicized, I understand a day of appreciation for those on active duty.

Small gestures are also offered throughout the year. Active duty personnel get early seat assignments on planes. Some are greeted with “Thank you for your service,” or an unexpected gift of coffee. Sporting events feature active or retired members of the military, and there is a special box to check on many government forms.

Those are nice, but frankly as a nation we should do more for those who risk their lives for this country. Compensation and housing for the military should be improved. The Veterans Administration ought to be better funded, to better serve its constituency, especially homeless vets. A personal gift of a cup of coffee means little compared to these.

Since 9/11, the armed forces have shared the podium’s top step with first responders. In the aftermath of that terrorist attack, these responders received similar honors, and are still recognized publicly and with some small but meaningful gestures. Even so, I haven’t seen firefighters get prime seating on planes, or filled out a form with a box asking, “Have you ever served as a paramedic?”

But then coronavirus happened. Suddenly doctors, nurses, and staff took the top step of the podium. The heroism of medical professionals’ was on full display for the country to see. The prophet Isaiah says of the Suffering Servant, whom Christians identify with Jesus, “with his stripes we will be healed (53:5).” Every image of healthcare workers with angry red indents on their faces from the masks they don shows us those stripes as never before.

Admittedly, doctors on average are far better compensated than the military or first responders. But make no mistake, they are risking far more than any signed up for. And doctors make up only a small portion of the health workforce. This goes beyond hospitals or direct medical care. There is no checkbox for, “Did you clean rooms after coronavirus treatments?” The top podium step needs more room.

Will we celebrate  ̶  and appropriately compensate  ̶  delivery people, or clerks stocking shelves, or teachers, now that we have to admit how “essential” they are? And how much we need them? Our lives depend on immigrants too frequently demeaned, who risk their lives for the pennies they receive picking produce we buy, or cleaning the rooms in which our loved ones live.

Days like “Armed Forces Day” are minor holidays, “holiday” being an abbreviated version of “Holy Day.” A holy day is one set aside to commemorate a person or a moment pointing toward God’s work in the world. Through God, someone or some event is valued and warrants remembrance. But we are now forced to recognize that we need to value and remember many more people than we have.

There is no podium. “All the world is a stage” but no man or woman is “merely” a player. “Essential worker” once signified the few and influential, but now we must finally admit that many overlooked and unappreciated persons are essential to our well-being.

Jesus extolled the value of every human being (Matthew 6:26). Abraham Lincoln realized the value of those enslaved, that they should be free. Martin Luther King Jr. spoke of street sweepers in the same breath with Michelangelo and Beethoven, and died while supporting sanitation workers.

Crises make us to realize that every day is a holy day, to be valued and remembered. No day is guaranteed. In the same way, every person should be valued and honored. We don’t need a checkbox for “special service,” because a healthy and faithful perspective recognizes that we are all “essential.”

June 2020 - Cassian's Feather and Racism

 


You may have wondered why this column frequently includes a feather quill. Yes, I do have mixed feelings about modern technology. But more importantly, feathers are a key symbol for me. Years ago I read The Institutes by John Cassian, a 5th century Christian who wanted to be alone in the desert with God, but many went out to find him, leading Cassian to build monasteries (a symbolic desert) and write on the spiritual life. In The Institutes he compares the soul to a “very fine feather” and writes that if it is not weighed down by moisture it is “borne aloft almost naturally to the heights of heaven by the lightness of its nature, and the aid of the slightest breath.”

I was reminded of this as I reflected on my mixed feelings about our nation today. Our ideals and potential have made the United States the envy of the world in many ways. It isn’t hard to imagine this very fine feather of a country ascending with the aid of the slightest breath to do great good in the world.

And yet we are weighed down, not by the moisture of racism, but because we are drenched in it. We have been so wet with it for so long that we can hardly notice it. And this fine feather, with so much potential to fly, is instead grounded.

It isn’t that we can’t and don’t do good in the world. It is that we are capable of so much more good, and so much less injustice. We are like Moses looking across the Jordan, seeing a Promised Land that we cannot enter.

Except we can, and every day we can get one step closer. It won’t be easy, and it won’t come without some cost. But if people  ̶  especially people of color  ̶  can risk  ̶  or lose  ̶  their lives for those ideals, defending our country, surely we who have benefited can pay the price of looking in the mirror. And beyond seeing where we have fallen short, we can make amends to set things right.

I recently encountered the old-fashioned phrase, “in fine feather.” It was used originally to describe a bird with clean and bright feathers. Later it was used to describe a person’s state of well-being.

It’s not hard to imagine what it would mean for this country to be “in fine feather.” We describe it with phrases like “all people are created equal,” “with liberty and justice for all,” and “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”

As Americans, we know the promise, and what it means. As Christians, we know God made all of us, and God made us good. The challenge may be hard, but as the community of God all things are possible.

One feather can only float as the breeze blows. As a wing we can fly.

Thus says the Lord, “I bore you on eagles’ wings and brought you to myself” (Exodus 19:4). God has borne us. And God will bring us.

April 2020 Not Easter Yet

 

Of Martin Luther’s many important contributions to the church, and there are many, one of the more significant is his theology of the cross. In this, we are led to understand that the only way we can understand who God is and how God saves is through Jesus’ suffering and death on the cross. In contrast, the theology of glory pretends that our reason, human power, can lead us to know God.

In my quarter-century of ordained ministry, my newsletter columns for the month of Easter have always focused on the Resurrection, the culmination of God’s saving power. It is God’s final triumph over death and evil without which the cross loses its meaning. In raising Christ from the dead, God claims the final “Amen.”

This year, different in so many respects from any other we’ve known, is different in this way as well. As I write this, it feels like a Holy Saturday season, a time in-between. When we don’t quite know what is happening, when the world feels turned on its head, when everything we taken for granted feels less certain. Which is exactly what the theology of the cross is all about.

Our reason isn’t enough to understand all that is going on. Thanks be to God that reason, in science and medicine, are gifts of God we’ve been given to protect and save so many. But reason doesn’t fully explain why we panic buy toilet paper or guns. Or why we sing from balconies and give money to strangers.

The disciples, in that time between death and resurrection, locked themselves away because they couldn’t understand what was happening and they were afraid of what was going to happen. By God’s grace, while it we are living Holy Saturday now, in all of its turbulence, we know Sunday is coming, we know the stone will be rolled away. How the future will unfold, we do not know. But we do not grieve as those who have no hope.

Let nothing disturb you,
Let nothing frighten you,
All things are passing away:
God never changes.
Patience obtains all things
Whoever has God lacks nothing;
God alone is enough.

                                                                                                ~Teresa of Avila