Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Do I Have Time For Lent?

The world is crumbling around us
there's a crazy man in the White House.
And and not for the first time either.
The water is poisoned
the arms race is growing
Racism is now flagrant
mocking all the progress
we thought that we had made.

And you want me
to dab dirt on my forehead
and commit to being still
really still, you say
for at least five minutes a day?
for How long?

the great corrective
for "And I alone can fix it."
Reminding me that I am dust;
fault ridden

Slowing down,
perhaps the antidote to
maniac attempts
to prove how correct I am,
how necessary,
how irreplaceable.
Is it possible
that in that humbler, slower state
I might find
some small good that I can actually do
and some connection
to a Will greater than my own?

Lent cannot come too soon.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

A Poem For The Tuesday Night Bible Study

You ask too much! I raged,
All this stuff about
Leave your gift at the alter,
and go make peace
with your alienated brother or sister.
You even claimed
that God's forgiveness
was impacted somehow
by the quality of my own.
You told that stupid, horrible parable
about an unforgiving servant
turned over to be tortured til his debt was paid.

I lay awake in the early morning
my stomach churning in anger
at You,
and at the ones You commanded me to forgive
It was....torture.
But how, I cried, can I let go?
How can I be free?
The resentment I once clung to
now buries it's teeth deep in me.
through my helpless tears
I saw
turned over to the torturers
writhing in pain
as You said from that hideous height
"Father forgive them,
they don't know what they're doing."

O Holy Jesus
I bring my hatreds
my unforgiving resentments
my bigoted lust for vengeful blood
And lay them at the foot of Your cross.
Help me to leave them there.

Friday, February 17, 2017

Exploring The Call To Be Sanctuary

Hyattsville, the town in which I pastor has been debating the issue of becoming a "Sanctuary City."  While I don't live in this town, but in Annapolis, about 45 minutes down the road, this affects many of the people whom I pastor; and it impacts the Police Officers whom I serve as one of the Community Police Chaplains.  Their work and lives and safety are affected to the extent that they get pulled into having to enforce immigration policies.  The immigration debate on the larger, national scale, impacts many of the children who are in our Preschool and their families.  So I have no trouble claiming that I have a dog in this fight.

In addition, a variety of churches are now taking the step of defining themselves as "Sanctuary Churches."

I don't have an answer to the question about "Sanctuary" situations....at least in terms of how congregations and cities define themselves.  I DO have a lot of questions. 

In Acts 5:29, when told to quit preaching the Gospel, Peter and the other Apostles famously responded, "We ought to obey God rather than men."  When we as Christians first, and citizens second, are asked to be part of the violation of Scripture's claims on us to care for the stranger, when we are told to quit living the Gospel, "we must obey God rather than men."

Scripture is very clear about how we are to treat "the stranger in your gates."  The demand in Scripture for Hospitality is very clear.  The absence of such expressions of Justice and Mercy are part of the reason, according to the Prophets, that Israel will go into exile.  And, if you read the story of Lot the way that I do, the failure of Sodom to provide hospitality to the two disguised angels; the absence of a safe place where these two could rest for even a night; the threat of physical violence and rape....this was what caused the judgement resulting in the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah.

Let me say this again, so I am clear:  Two angels, disguised as travelers-refugees-fail to find safety and hospitality in Sodom.  They are subjected to the threat of violence and rape.  There would be no place they could go for justice or protection.  This behavior violates everything Torah taught about hospitality for the stranger.  God's wrath destroyed the city.

Lot's wife, looking back in longing, perhaps, at the good life she had had in the city, despite it's horrible treatment of those who sought refuge there (this evil had risen like a stench to God's nostrils), turned into a pillar of salt.  I always wondered about that until I remembered that salt was used to seal a covenant.  This pillar of salt was a reminder: "you have broken the covenant to provide safety and hospitality, here is a giant reminder of your promise and it's brokenness."

I sometimes wonder if our nation's love for Trump's attitude toward immigrants, particularly those who are people of color, isn't a fond looking back in longing for the old world in which whiteness ruled and others kept their heads down and kept on moving.  This is clearly at work in the current Alt-Right and Nationalist attitudes that praise recent EOs.  I pray that we do not need some horrible monument to the brokenness of our covenant to stand as a reminder of our failure.

People come to this country, sometimes legally, sometimes not, looking for a new, safe life.  Many of them have been severely traumatized both in the countries they left (often the reason for their leaving) and on the journey here.  When we deny refugees and immigrants basic safety protections and leave them feeling as though they cannot even go to the local police if they have been abused or assaulted or had their wages stolen, for fear that they will be reported, detained, and deported-in effect, re-traumatizing them....we are committing the crimes that destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah.

We ought to resist this. We have to resist this.  We ought to obey God rather than men. 

From a non-religious, pragmatic standpoint, our cities become less safe when immigrants feel unprotected.

"As the Washington Post recently reported, the Major Cities Chiefs Association, representing the 63 largest urban areas in the nation, stated in a 2006 report, that “immigration enforcement by local police would likely negatively affect and undermine the level of trust and cooperation between local police and immigrant communities,” which would “would result in increased crime against immigrants and in the broader community, create a class of silent victims and eliminate the potential for assistance from immigrants in solving crimes or preventing future terroristic acts.”

The above quote comes from this article: 


One of my questions, however, even as I seek to "obey God rather than men," is how defining one's city or church as "Sanctuary" impacts the ones we're trying to help.  I am not waffling on the need to protect immigrants and refugees.  It seems, however, that there are two separate tasks involved here...and both are important.

We need to stand against the draconian approach to immigration that contradicts both O.T. Scripture and Jesus' teachings.  We need to stand with actions such as demonstrations, speaking out, and developing policies that keep our local city and county police from becoming an extension of Immigration Enforcement.  Like the Abolitionists during slavery, we need to speak out.

But we ALSO need to find ways to protect the immigrants and refugees who are at risk here, now.  This is a subversive activity.  Living our faith often is.  No one who was a "host" on the Underground Railroad hung a sign outside their church telling the world that they were a stopping point.

ICE appears now to be targeting church sponsored Warm Nights shelters, etc. and picking up folks as they step across the street....thereby obeying the letter, if not the spirit of their own policies.  Are we drawing a "bulls eye" on our shelters and churches, and consequently on those we seek to care for?  How do we both speak and protect?

This is not an accusation, nor do I have an answer.  I seek only to raise the questions and suggest that this is one of those times that we need to be "wise as serpents and innocent as doves."  Finding creative solutions....even ones that risk arrest, may be an important step here.  Small actions may be required....such as creating an apartment in a church where a family or individual could live for a long period of time; finding ways to slip immigrants in and out of shelter situations; helping people move safely from one place to another.  This should sound familiar.  The Church has done it before.  And it did it while other churches, specifically in the deep south, fought against such care for runaway slaves.

How we express our commitment to being Sanctuary is going to be an ongoing challenge.  But again, "we must obey God rather than men."

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Resurrection, The Quality of Resistance, and The Sermon On The Mount

It may sound strange that I want to begin a discussion of "resistance" and the Sermon on the Mount with comments on Resurrection.  It may be even stranger when I tell you that my focus on Resurrection begins with my youthful hero, the film character Billy Jack.

Two poignant exchanges have stayed with me for over 50 years.  In the first, Billy Jack asked his female co-star about where King, and Bobby and Jack Kennedy are.  "Dead," she is forced to reply.
"Not 'dead', their brains blown out. Because YOUR people wouldn't put the same controls on their guns as they do their dogs, their bicycles, their cats, and their automobiles."

In the second, Jean tries to get him to leave before the violence escalates.  He replies, "In what remote corner of this country-no-entire goddamn planet is there a place where men really care about one another and really love each other? Now, you tell me where such a place is, and I'll never hurt another human being as long as I live."

These two exchanges raise significant issues about resistance.  The first is the question of what do you do when your Messianic figure dies?  N.T. Wright discusses this in terms of first century response, but it is the same now: you either give up the revolution and slink home, or you go find another messiah. 

The second issue is the sneaky feeling that "this  non-violent, peace stuff" doesn't really work when the chips are down.  So your best bet is to slow the S.O.B's down a little by standing in the way of their violence toward the vulnerable and take as many out as you can before they cut you down.  And your reasoning is supported by the deaths of your hero/messiah figures and the fact that evil will always have you outgunned and, usually, outmanned. 

Jesus' followers copied down the oral tradition about His teaching; a teaching so radical, so revolutionary that even today every Bible study I teach on it, someone shakes their head and says, "you know this won't work in the real world."  As though Jesus had somehow spent the 3 years of His ministry in a bubble somewhere or on top of a mountain in Tibet like a monk that people climbed up to for some word of wisdom.

And they wrote it down because something had happened so powerful that they were forced to think, "well, if this happened, maybe this teaching might be true as well.  And the "this" was the Resurrection.  God raised Jesus from the dead.  Jesus didn't say, "listen for me in the wind, see me in the flowers,"or any of that cheap bullshit; He said, "touch my hands and put your fingers in the wound in my side."  Torture and death may still exist in this world; but I follow a Jesus who has conquered both.  So I risk trying to follow Him....right now....in the here and now....in non-violent resistance that confronts evil and exposes it for what it is without turning me into a mini version of the very thing I'm trying to fight.

Walter Wink, in Jesus and Non-violence makes a strong case for the idea that "turn the other cheek; give him your tunic; and go an extra mile" were forms of resistance that shamed the oppressor and maintained the honor/humanhood of the oppressed.  These are more than simple rules; they are example guides to how we deal with oppressive forces.  Our task is to ask, "what would that look like now, in this situation?"

When one looks at the resistance of King and Ghandi and Tutu through this lens we get a whole different picture.  There is "a place" where people "care for and love each other."  It is the Kingdom that Jesus talked and taught about.  It is both here and coming.  And we can participate in it.  We can participate in it now.  By resisting hatred in all it's forms....including Trump's ban on Muslims and the suppression of voting rights and violence against LGBTQ folks and the rape of the earth for financial gain.

Now I have to confess that my life doesn't look like that resistance.  It looks more like the poem I posted earlier today about my bowl of resentments.  But I'm trying.  God help me, I'm trying.

I'm even trying the "pray for your enemies" thing.  And my prayer is this: "O God, surround them with Your Presence, and give them what they need."  Before you turn me off here, remember that it is a "terrible thing to fall into the hands of the Living God."  If those who are giving themselves over to Evil are surrounded by God's Presence, then a moment of choice has come.  What they need may well not be what they want.  My experience of that kind of moment was not soft and mushy.  God kicked my ass.

And that's my final point:  Non-violent resistance in imitation of Jesus' teaching always holds up a mirror; always forces a choice; always provokes a turning point.  We may die in the attempt, this is true-to say less would be to lie.  But we follow the one who has conquered death.  We are offering those who are giving themselves to Evil the opportunity for Repentance and Reconciliation.  Isn't that what Evangelical faith is supposed to be about?  These brothers and sisters who, perhaps not truly totally aware, are giving themselves to that which will make them less and less human; which will devour them....we are seeking their salvation.

So we are called to resist.  Here, now.  Without violence.  Because, as the anonymous writer said, "violence is a sword that has no handle, you have to hold the blade."  But we are called.  Jesus calls us.  This is our time.

Midnight Snack

My bowl of resentments
I keep under the bed
To chew on when I can't fall asleep.
They're out of sight most of the time
You wouldn't even know they were there
Unless you're my wife
And got woken up by the crunching;
Or my dentist
Who wants to know how I broke
A perfectly healthy tooth
(I couldn't tell him that I did it
on a fossilized 20 year old resentment);
Or if you get to close to me
And catch the whiff of resentment
On my breath
That no amount of brushing
Seems to get rid of.
I sometimes wonder what it would be like
If that bowl wasn't there
Would my indigestion go away?

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Poem Before Babylon

Those who do not listen to their prophets
To the ones God sends
carrying words of warning:
"Come gather round people wherever you roam,"
God's voice weaving it's way between the guitar strings
Or echoing of the walls of a Birmingham jail,
trying to warn us that waiting, lukewarm
has a price
Pay me now, or pay me later.
Still we choose Blindness to the pain,
Deafness to the cries.
We have chosen leaders who help us cover our eyes
And stop our ears
They have sought to gag our mouths so we can't speak;
and we have let them
Thinking it a small price to pay for our sedation.
We have chosen one who thinks himself a king
the palace intrigue is already begun
And like the parable of the trees
Fire has leapt from the thorn bush
And threatens to consume us all.

Pick a prophet, any prophet
Like the straight man for a magic act
pulls a card from the mystery deck
Pick one from your lifetime
Pick one that you know well
I look at my card, pick again, and again
Trying to avoid the words
Of King, Dylan, Tutu the Major Prophets;
Breuggemann, Wink, and Will Campbell
Regional prophets in certain circles
Of lesser prophets of my own life
Sheares, Tirabassi, Wheeler
Don't look over my shoulder,
Read your own damned cards.

Before us we shall pile a mountain
Of unlistened to Words of the Lord
Eat them as a bitter meal

Read their words, chew them slowly
Sing them in the cold still air
and weep
As we pack our bags for Babylon