Annual Review
What have you done?...Luke makes it clear that is not the relevant question. "Greetings, favored one. The Lord is with you." As all of God's great works among humankind, this too begins with God's initiative, not our achievement.
I find myself not liking Christmas. But it is not the only day on the calendar that bothers me. I don't like my birthday, and I think New Year's Eve and New Year's Day are a waste of time and money.
Part of my problem with Christmas I will blame on John Lennon. I'm a Lennon fan, and his Christmas song, "War is Over" is one of my favorites. From the opening lyric, "So this is Christmas/And what have you done/Another year over/And a new one just begun..." my curmudgeon comes out.
Christmas is an annual review, "what have you done?"
Perhaps it is the lack of sunlight in the winter. A little seasonal affective disorder kicking in. But when Christmas comes around I tend to think of all that I have not done. I review the times I failed, or worse, the times I did not even try. I remember the commitments I have made that I did not act on and the resolutions that fell away as easily as they were raised. I count the balance in my bank account and stress about paying the bills. I see that I am still unemployed and that I have not improved my family's future. I notice that the passing of the days and months and seasons seems to be moving faster and faster making the annual review come on the heals of the annual review previous. On some days, all I am sure of is that I don't measure up. I conduct my annual review and I am found with deficits. And this is no surprise. So at Christmas, when John Lennon asks, "what have you done?" I answer with a mixture of: "not enough", and "not well enough", and "I got it wrong."
“In the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent by God to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin engaged to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. And he came to her and said, “Greetings, favored one! The Lord is with you.
Luke 1:26ff”
In Fra Angelico's Annunciation (displayed above) the angel Gabriel shows up without regal splendor or intimidating stature to greet a modest Mary. Modesty and humility are key. In previous renderings, Mary often is portrayed with more splendid colors and fabrics (Simone Martini's Annunciation, she's clothed in gold, in Flemalle's Annunciation triptych, she's wearing satiny scarlet). Angelico keeps it simple.
So Mary, how would you answer John Lennon's question? What have you done?
Luke makes it clear that is not the relevant question. "Greetings, favored one. The Lord is with you." As all of God's great works among humankind, this too begins with God's initiative, not our achievement.
So Mary would answer John Lennon, "Nothing much."
Angelico's Annunciation was placed in the corridor of a monastery. It was the last thing the monks saw at the end of the day while they retreated each one to their cells. In that place of quiet reflection on the day just completed, the monks would pray their examin and compline, letting go of what lay behind and preparing for what God would bring next. Daily, nightly, the question would not be so much, "what have you done?" as a simple message of mercy, God will be with us and will continually invite to share in a mission of grace.
If I can cease the annual review, if I can let go of the previous days and years with my failures, if I simply hear God's continual invocation to me, "Greetings" - well then, I may become less of a grump at Christmas and might even begin to like my birthday. I'm still not sure about New Year's.
Livable Liturgies: Winter
Over the course of the last several months, I have noticed the routine behaviors I carry out. Many of them are daily, and most all of them are mundane and filled with potential for vacuous meaninglessness. So I need to wake up and seek the patterns God is tracing in the daily routines.
I’ve had friends and acquaintances who reside in the great Down Under: New Zealand and Australia. Thinking about Christmas with Santa wearing shorts and coming in on a surfboard has never been an easy to imagine. Advent is about awaiting the Savior’s birth in the “bleak mid-winter” not the bright sunshine.
But as I take in the beauty of the late fall and the early winter in the northern hemisphere I feel a longing to see the land of my southern friends, especially on the days my fingers go numb from the cold snow I’ve been shoveling from the front walk. While I am aware of the trappings of the season all around from tales of magical sugar plums and sacred angels, the season of waiting, Advent, places a certain holy dissonance in my outlook. Waiting implies patience, the result of hope-filled endurance, arising from the awareness that the present is still lacking something essential. So we wait.
As the Apostle Paul puts it, "we groan inwardly" in the time of waiting, a waiting that Paul says includes all of nature waiting with eager longing the birth of a new era (Rom 8). We, and creation, groaning and waiting go together. But so does hoping and waiting. As we wait for God to bring a new dawn each morning, we trust in God to bring the new era of "peace on earth".
Though we hope, we can still groan. Almost like passenger weary of travel asking, "Are we there yet?"
We hope by looking forward. We remember the previous graces and become open to receiving them again, fresh and new, but familiar. I await the green-leafed shade trees turning shades of red and gold and look forward to the crunching of leaves. I love late fall trees stripped and waiting, snow sleet, cold rain forcing us inside with coffee and tea and sweaters seeking warmth. Each season, I wait, and hope for the next.
In the heat of summer and the exorbitant air conditioning bills,
I long for the coolness of the fall.
In the barren-branched, steel grey skies of fall with dampness and mud,
I long the clean white blanket of winter’s snow.
In the frigid, shortened days of winter’s darkness
I look for the new sprouts and blossoms of spring.
In the abundance of pollen and blooms my allergies and sneezing longs for the hot, bright days of summer’s searing sun.
I begin to look forward to fall’s steel-grey skies.
Always seeking that which is to come, in faith and hope, we:
Worship God in the sacrament of the present abundance of available grace. Worship God in the restless impatience, trusting that God who has yet more in store. Worship God with grateful hands open and head held back receiving sun, wind, rain, and snow. Worship God with wrinkled forehead and closed eyes seeing by faith and not by sight what wonders are yet to come. Worship God in the grace-filled now and in the impatient hope of what is yet to come.
Liveable Liturgies
Over the course of the last several months, I have noticed the routine behaviors I carry out. Many of them are daily, and most all of them are mundane and filled with potential for vacuous meaninglessness.
“‘’Last night, I went shopping for food for my spiritual director, who is my dog.’’ The Rev Matthew Fox (Orlando Sentinel, 11/5/88)”
Over the course of the last several months, I have noticed the routine behaviors I carry out. Many of them are daily, and most all of them are mundane and filled with potential for vacuous meaninglessness. So I need to wake up and seek the patterns God is tracing in the daily routines.
For several reasons, I have wanted a dog. Our blessed Neenah, pictured above, was in our family for fourteen years. She peacefully journeyed with us from our home in Pennsylvania, to Kansas, then to Idaho. She loved snuggling, chasing my fishing lures into the water, becoming a dripping mess at her water bowl, and loving people. She was an extrovert. And a protector, barking a fearlessly at shadowy silhouettes in the distance and scary looking doll hair underneath our daughter's blankets. She barked once at our mailman, Leroy, but then they became best friends.
Clerical collar of Spiritual Director Neenah
Once when I heard Rev.Matthew Fox speak, I heard him refer to his spiritual director. All of us engaged in spiritual direction ministry should have a spiritual director with whom we meet regularly. But Rev Fox went on to explain that he takes his spiritual director for walks and is a dog. That made all the sense in the world to me. When Neenah and I walked, I was either lost in the thoughts of my own head, in quiet prayer, or talking to her. And when my mind drifted too far away, she would do something to bring me back to earth and attend to this world and to her. The twice daily walks were a dynamic dialectic between spiritual reflection on divine things and concerns and making sure she pooped in the right place (as well as other earthly concerns like fetch and scratching her belly.)
Clerical collar of Spiritual Director Mika
Now I have a new spiritual director, Mika. I am not sure what to expect. I assume she will have the same tendency to tie me to earthly matters. The dialectical pull between holy meditation and teaching her to poop outside; the pull between, "I need to type one more page", "No lick, no chew, no jump"; between those times when God feels distant and God sends a bundle of fur with a wagging tail and ball.
Mika, at 12 weeks
The need for daily attentiveness, being awake and awakened, these are the things which make for life. And while most people are fine doing these things on their own, I guess I need a dog to help me with that.
Penultimate
Advent is a season to be satisfied with the less-than-ultimate, the "already/not yet" nature of God's reign, the penultimate. This grasping for the ultimate is something even Jesus was unwilling to do (Phil 2).
“ ...there are two things that are penultimate: being human and being good. From this follows now something of decisive importance, that the penultimate must be preserved for the sake of the ultimate.
Arbitrary destruction of the penultimate seriously harms the ultimate. When, for example, a human life is deprived of the conditions that are part of being human, the justification of such a life by grace and faith is at least seriously hindered, if not made impossible. (Deitrich Bonhoeffer, Ethics)”
“The church is only the voice of one calling in the wilderness, a voice saying that the ultimate, the glorious kingdom of God, is yet to come, but only when he wills it and not when we would like it....It is simply still Advent.
The church is...an Advent church, for we are still waiting for the one to come in revealed splendor of absolute divinity along with the eternal kingdom. (Karl Rahner, The Mystical Way in Everyday Life)”
I love the Leonardo DaVinci's painting of John the Baptist depicted here. It is assumed to be DaVinci's final painting, around 1516. While so many of us reach for the ultimate, John the Baptist was quite satisfied with being the forerunner, the penultimate. We share the same role. But while we flail about trying to grasp the ultimate, here is John in DaVinci's painting, gently smiling and pointing to an a transcendent reality beyond both himself and us. There is almost a smirk in his smile, as if he is trying to explain something humorous that we just don't get. The dark background can represent not so much the absence of place, but the fact that this can be any place, and any time. Being relieved of the role of savior, John happily proclaims, that one is coming even mightier than he (Mark 1).
We are not easily satisfied by less than ultimate things. We want all that we can now. We are an impatient people. All through the day we are bombarded by requests that we become avaricious and have all our desires sown up. In relationships, in politics, in business practices, in our materialism, and our intellectual understanding we do not like the penultimate.
But the penultimate is all that we can have.
For those without faith, the ultimate, the sense of completion and arrival, is a hound that pursues and nips at the heels, always convincing us that there is more to grasp.
For those with faith, we often stumble into the impatient way seeking and attempt to grasp the ultimate. Advent is a season to be satisfied with the less-than-ultimate, the "already/not yet" nature of God's reign, the penultimate. This grasping for the ultimate is something even Jesus was unwilling to do (Phil 2). When we claim to have achieved the final answer on matters of faith, we claim to have grasped something of God's which Jesus himself was unwilling to grasp. The things that are ultimate are of God. So as Bonhoeffer warns, the "destruction of the penultimate seriously harms the ultimate" we potentially eliminate the path of a life of "grace and faith."
My church is caught up in questioning issues of human sexuality. Seeking to understand what scripture instructs is an appropriate act of faith. Seeking to grasp the ultimate and final word on human sexuality is not. Just a brief view of church history tells the repeating story of deliberation and discernment which is merely overturned by the generations that follow. Remembered by generations that follow one after another are the legacies of faithfulness, lives of grace and commitment to the cross, merciful acts and waging peace. The edicts and decisions are not.
Does there come a time in faithful discernment when we say, "we cannot figure this out" and discernment calls for acceptance of what is incomplete and penultimate? John is the penultimate prophet of the church. The church too, needs to reclaim the ministry of John the Baptist, peacefully relieved to not have to be the bearer of eternal and ultimate truths.
discerning like sheep
"Psychologically, "sheep" also refers to a primitive aspect of one's own personality, the instinctual ability to try to discern and recognize the "true voice" and distinguish it from false ones. (John Petty, in Progressive Involvement, May 9, 2011).
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I remember years ago sitting in McDonalds while my youngest climbed around in those bacteria infested tubes. I know that his now fine health was partially developed then and there. The exercise his immune system received has served him well. I'd let him crawl, jump, slide and make instant friends. Occasionally he'd run over to get a drink, or to snag some fries. Usually the burger or nuggets were eaten before he could play. Need to eat the nutritious stuff first, right?
I would let him crawl around with all the other hooting and hollering kids. Screaming and crying. Laughing. Shrieking. I would read, write sermons, check the news. The blanket of kiddie sounds was great for my concentration. I could think, reflect, and even pray. Some profound people listen to birds singing, waves crashing, or the sounds of rippling brooks. Some desperate folks (I been one of them from time to time) use a white noise app. I simply found the cacophony of wild children good as the wild sounds of nature.
Without fail however, when he found some innovation that made him a star among four year olds, he call, "daaaad!" I think I almost always heard it the first time. Though I was concentrating on work, I'd look up from time to time to make sure he was safe and following the rules. I wasn't totally absent.
But he'd call, 'Daaad" and I'd look up, see him jump, and slide and crawl and smile.
He was always a tall kid. I remember the day he could no longer enter Play Land. The height chart on the side that indicated how tall a kids could be to enter. While he was only about seven or eight, he passed the height requirement and those days were over.
But what amazed me at the time about those small adventures is that I was able to hear his voice. It wasn't that he was louder. He was just my kid. I knew his voice. When his voice called through the din, I heard it.
I heard him.
I knew his voice and the sound, the tone, the pitch, the cadence of his speech - I knew it all I needed to know, instantly.
There are days when God's voice breaks through. My own broken body and dreams get so loud as I try to solve the puzzle of my life. My concentration forms around the urgency of my daily moments. I grow deaf. Then I hear something. A turning leaf, the wind in my face, a memory, a smell. Then I can hear the Good Shepherd above the noise.
I heard him. I knew his voice and the sound, the tone, the pitch, the cadence of his speech - I knew it all I needed to know, instantly.
Comfortable and Careless Divides
I just had a weird experience. I kind of fell into it and wanted to kick myself for even trying it. It is one of those experiences that I warn others not to do. But I did.
I (almost) got into a Facebook debate with someone I didn't know. Now I know them virtually, and virtual is good enough, for now.
But like most all Facebook politically oriented posts, this person placed a link to a new article. The news article lacked citations, did not define key terms, provided no discussion or alternative views, and made spurious conclusions without following the rules of reason. And I was like a trout with a woolly-bugger calling my name. I took the bait. I pointed out the intellectual faults and lack of sound reason used in the posted article. An I thought I was not only right, but had actually helped set someone straight.
Within a few minutes I had people accusing me of hate and support of nefarious individuals of whom the article in question had spoke disparagingly. Another suggested that if I didn't agree with the original person who posted the article I should unfriend them rather that being critical of them.
The message was clear, which I knew all along but had forgotten. Facebook loves echo-chambers in which your own thoughts are liked and then reflected back to you. Comments are intended only to elaborate the agreement.
It is sad. Because I think I could get along with most anyone. I find that there is common ground with almost everyone.
If we take time to build a relationship, even if it is about mundane stuff, we're better prepared for disagreement on substantial stuff.
There are lots of people I would not agree with in politics and religion. But we also see each other every Friday night at high school football games. Our love of our kids who play, the joy of the sport, and the fun and the excitement are unifying. I'm happy with that. And as long as we share the common ground of caring for our kids, about the school and the way it creates student-athletes, then I don't really care as much (or the same way) about the things which would divide us.
The difference being that I am among friends. People with whom our relationships are stronger than the differences which separate us.
Many years ago I read Stan Grenz' book, Beyond Foundationalism. After reading it, I had the pleasure getting to know Professor Grenz. We first met at a Friends pastors gathering. With his Baptist persuasion and my Anabaptist persuasion, we enjoyed bearing the anomalies of ritual among our friendly non-ritualistic Friends.
In the months after that weekend retreat, I began to look forward to the bridges that might be built between divergent streams of Christianity through the work of Grenz and Franke. Though not lined out in Beyond Foundationalism, there seemed to be realizations, or awarenesses that could heal many of the rifts that exist between traditionalists and progressives, between liberals and conservatives, between fundamentalists of various stripes. What was lacking were the practices to put those convictions into action.
One of the immediate confusions that arises, even among this concern, is the use of the language. We have many terms we can use to either positively identify ourselves. The statements simply begin with "I am" and give a description of ones self, a belief, or an experience. I am a guy that likes to cook and ride a bike. There is no real statement being made about anyone else. Just me. I could go further into the things I believe, my theological convictions, my voting practices, and how I get rid of squash beetles. And all of this provides a good deal of information. Alternatively, we also have lots of descriptors we use to negatively identify ourselves. "I am not" begins the sentence and one goes on to use language to similarly clarify.
But then there seems to be divisive language. Where we assert who we are by making it clear that we aren't like those others. In fact, too readily speaking of "traditionalists and progressives" or "liberals and conservatives" become a shortcut to pigeon hole and divide. I have never felt like I am fully part of one camp or the other. As we struggle with a culture caught up in polarities, slogans, and brash responses, I worry that I too get sucked into this familiar, comfortable and careless divide.
Alas, Stanley Grenz left this world before this important missiological and ecclesiological work could be completed.What kinds of settings, encounters, and activities would help us to look more deeply at the ideas laid out in Beyond Foundationalism and begin to generate Christian leaders whose practices reach beyond the comfortable and careless labels of "liberal" and "conservative"? Looking forward to living the reality of actually being one in Christ.
Purity
A few mornings ago, as I was walking to, for some reason I started to contemplate "purity". I usually contemplate more immediate issues like: what will I make for supper? are hard wood floors easier to clean than carpets? do I have enough in the checking account to pay all the bills?
A few mornings ago, as I was walking to, for some reason I started to contemplate "purity".
I usually contemplate more immediate issues like:
- what will I make for supper?
- are hard wood floors easier to clean than carpets?
- do I have enough in the checking account to pay all the bills?
So this line of contemplation was very different.
My church, like so many others in the USA is dealing with a variety of difficult issues. However, when one comes up against an interpretation of the bible or of tradition or of experience that is at odds with the prevailing understanding, there are fissures and fractures that take place. The splits are often out of a desire to continue on a more "pure" understanding the scripture and principles of faith. And there is usually an event or a decision that serves as the tipping point (see "Gulf States Conference to vote on withdrawal"). A desire to become, or to remain, untainted. A desire to be pure. And this is happening everywhere. Perhaps it always has.
So as I walked, I found myself asking more questions.
- What if "purity" has more to do with loyalty and steadfastness to God rather than achieving moral perfection?
- Is being a steadfast follower of God more pure than is attempting a wide variety of moral actions?
- Can purity be God's outcome in our lives by our proximity to God's glory and having received God's grace?
- If purity is an outcome of a process with God, when, if ever, will we see the ultimate conclusion to this refining process? And even then, could we judge it correctly?
- With our need to judge and discern rightly, shouldn't the main issue be to judge the degree to which we are leaning into God?
- If purity is about God's grace in our lives, might we already be pure, even if our actions don't always measure up?
- If any of the above "ifs" are answered in the affirmative, even only partially, how can we break fellowship with our brothers and sisters on account of their lack of purity? How can denominations split and congregations divide?
- If my fellow Christian is seeking Jesus and practicing trust in Christ's abiding love, pursuing intimacy with God and discerning God's will daily, then how can I separate myself from that person for their lack of purity?
If I need to break away from the impure (those lacking moral achievements), I need then to break from myself, for not even I am satisfied with my own moral decisions and actions.
Lord, let my purity be, let our purity be that which you are creating in us as we seek you.
Listening
I've become fascinated by our weakened ability to listen intelligently. Many more times than I wanted to keep track of in the past cycle of elections, people, not just candidates stopped listening. I'm not sure if they ever intended on listening.

Listening can feel like a slow process. It may not be all that that slow, it is just that the pace is being determined by others. Listening feels like waiting, it feels inactive. It is especially that way when one is listening to something disagreeable, incorrect, challenging, or not fully thought through. We want to refute, correct, defend ourselves, or critique. But what if we were just to listen? What might we hear?
"Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to my voice," Jesus said. Notice that Jesus doesn't tell us that the truth is the possession of any one. It is the other way around. Truth possesses us. We are held in truth, but perhaps only to the extend that we get ourselves tuned to its ring.
Today I was talking to one of our students who is volunteering at a senior residential facility. He is studying to become a health care administrator so he can eventually work there. As he was telling me about the pure enjoyment he receives from listening to the residents. They talk about family. They talk about trips. They tell stories of the land, its changes and the transitions in their lives and the life of the community. But these residents often feel cast off and alone. My student described the deep appreciation the residents have for those willing to spend time and just listen.
Much of this kind of listening is slow and deliberate. For those of us who keep trying to be active and get things done, this kind of listening feels like a waste of time. We know that it isn't a waste, but there is often an ambivalence that keeps us swaying between getting tasks done, stating our own opinions, and moving on to the next subject. But for the residents at this senior living center, the greatest gift seems to be listening.
Why does such listening have to be limited to such times and places? What happens when we live in a society that has placed so much value on correct answers, knowledgeable opinions, and quick responses and relinquished the responsibility of actively listening well? What all do we miss when so much of what we say and hear becomes derivative drivel lacking any insight?
We need to learn to listen again.
Vocation Begins with Listening
It Begins with Listening
Everyday upon waking, we have three questions to respond to:
Who am I? What do I have to offer? And, who is my neighbor?
When these questions are asked by followers of Jesus Christ, the answers are transformative.
As each day opens up to unimagined diversions and distractions, a guiding intention for life must be in place.
Then the curves and detours are navigated, not with dread and fear of what lay behind the next corner.
Anxiety is reduced simply because we know what we are here for. We have a purpose.
We have experienced times, though, in which the old approaches of the church fall woefully short of satisfying the apparent needs of the day. Participation in church across the country continues to decline.
Financial support for congregations and denominational agencies is flagging.
The role of the church in society has changed.
Culture has become more complex and multifaceted.
Religious and spiritual concerns of people have become more individualized and pluralistic.
Facing the challenge of making the reign of God real among our neighbors and communities has become more complicated.
Sometimes we just try to work harder doing the same things we have done before. A definition of insanity… In these experiences, joy wanes, freshness is lacking, but transformation is waiting as we hear God again.
As our calling - as we have understood it - seems less effective, we may grope to "discover" our call, our vocation.
The discovery of a calling is not like constructing a building or crafting a work of art.
But more like a child find her way home by listening to her parent’s call, closing the distance the voice become clearer.
Discovering a call, it would make sense then, begins and ends with listening to a voice.
A call is not a committee’s work to forge and wordsmith, but a people’s work of listening.
Rather than crafting a vision and mission statement, we can actually listen and receive. Listen to the voice that grants us our identity, and find out what that is calling us toward.
As we hear God calling us to engage in God’s mission, we find that we already have a mission statement.
It has come from God.
Jesus didn't speak in terms of vision and mission statements. He granted us an identity, and he told us what to do with it:
"You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men. You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven (
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Jesus has granted us an identity and a purpose in life.
Growing out of our God-given identity, we come to understand who we are and what we are being called to do.
We take stock of our resources, and discover who our neighbors are.
Listening to God, to each other, and to our neighbors, we begin to hear outlines of God’s mission and our invitation to join.
Reflecting on these listening experiences transforms our understanding of our identity, our calling, and who is around us as neighbors and partners.
What IMD Can Help You Accomplish
Through a series of conversations with scripture, your congregation, and your community, we can help you begin to distill and refine what you are hearing.
We will help you listen to the word of God by dwelling in the Word.
Dwelling in the Word is a specific corporate spiritual practice of encountering scripture as a living voice speaking fresh insights to our present experiences.
We help you listen to one another in the context of listening to God’s.
This will lead to a greater sense of clarity about what God is speaking into being through the community of faith.
Then we guide you in listening to the wider community to understand the needs and hopes which surround us, but not only in order to do good things for others.
Rather, we listen to the wider community to hear what God is already engaged in beyond our activities.
And in the process, in unexpected places, we find partners in extending the grace of the kingdom of God.
As we listen, we begin to hear God’s calling for us.
Instead of ending with a written mission statement, you will continue with an awareness of the mission God is calling you toward.
As this awareness grows new forms of congregational life will be considered as God’s Spirit transforms individuals and the congregation’s structures and systems.
As you begin to live into your new identity and call, helpful resources, practices, and structures to move forward will be developed, such as:
- Staff configurations.
- Transforming conflicts to energize you to engage in God’s mission for your church.
- Charting short and long range transition plans as you move from a “maintenance” form of church life to a “missional” form can be charted.
- New ministry resourcing and fundraising
A new awareness of God’s missional calling for your congregation does not end with ideas and awareness, but lives on in new practices and structures.
And many of these behaviors and practices are going to be unique to each individual church and parish.
Listening to Eccentrics
From Latin, "eccentricus" derived the Greek, "ekkentros" meaning out of the center.
εκκεντρικός
Out of the center.
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Not quite like "normal".
Some eccentrics are famous, wealthy and reclusive billionaires. Others live on the streets and speak to passersby with emotion and confusion. But the vast sum of eccentrics are all around us. Literally, around us, not in the center of us.
Recently I have had fun in my Introduction to Psychology class. I begin my first lecture by trying to define what we mean when we speak of the "self." Where is your "you" and my "me"? I try to lace my lectures with simple experiments that students can perform with minimal preparation. One that I find particularly interesting deals with the attempt to locate the self.
William James wrote about the self as that to which we attach ourselves. In Richard Lipka's book, The Self: Definitional and Methodological Issues, he lines out the three selves James works with. First, the "material Me (body, clothes, family, home, property), the social Me, and the spiritual Me," (page 45). In his 1890 publication, The Principles of Psychology, William James spoke of the self as:
In its widest possible sense, however, a man's Self is the sum total of all that he can call his, not only his body and his psychic powers, but his clothes and his house, his wife and children, his ancestors and friends, his reputation and works, his lands and horses, and yacht and bank account.
The first experiment we do is a variation on the kid's games of "Sweet and Sour". This game tests the expectations we have for reciprocity. The rule of reciprocity, an expectation that my actions toward another will affect in the other a response. In the game, Sweet and Sour, one waves at people driving past. My kids have played on the street and in the back seat our car on the highway. As someone sees you, you wave at them. If they ignore you, they are considered sour, if they wave back, they are sweet.
But the shortcoming is the we extend ourselves to all those we acknowledge. And from those we acknowledge, we expect reciprocity. But first, there are the many we do not see. We miss them for lack of time, or attention, or interest. Second, there are those we do not see, because in seeing them, we might not like what we feel; whether it be obligation, confusion and misunderstanding, or even disgust.
When we come out of our centers, edge ourselves to the threshold, to the liminal spaces will we be able to respond, with reciprocity, to those acknowledge us? What stories might we tell of "living on the edge"?
You Won't be Able to Discern God's Actions...
...if you don't know what...
...God cares about.
This morning I was reading a wonderfully short blog by Scott McKnight, entitled "The OT's Most Important Command"* It got me thinking on a couple levels.
Leaning on the work of Walter Brueggemann (and who wouldn't?), McKnight reveals a little know fact in the Hebrew language. There are no adverbs. Brueggemann explains, "I’ll give you a little Hebrew grammar.... Biblical Hebrew has no adverbs. The way it expresses the intensity of the verb, it repeats the verb. So if it says give and you want to say “really give” it says “give give” right in the sentence–”give give.”
This little lesson in grammar is not without a point. So if one wants to find a high priority command, look for lots of verbs repeated. With this in mind, Brueggemann says the most stressed command in the Old Testament is not what people might think.
How about,
- "Love the LORD your God..."? Nope
- "You shall have no other God's before me"? Nu-uh.
- "You shall work on six days, and the seventh is a sabbath to the LORD"? No.
- "Beat your swords into plowshares"? Not that either.
So before I reveal what McKnight wrote from Brueggeman, let me ask if we really know God well enough to share God's priorities? As a missional conviction, we need to be in mission where God has initiated mission. We look in our neighborhoods, along our sidewalks, where we work and where our kids go to school. We hope to see God active in our worshiping communities and active outside them as well. But we can be blind to what God is doing because we are seeking the actions of God in the wrong places.
If we know God's priorities, might we discern God in action in those places where God's priorities are made manifest?
Missional discernment needs people who know God. Prayerful, reflective, spiritual people who seek the heart of God in a living, personal relationship.
But missional discernment also needs to know about God. To have learned about, acted upon, engaged in the biblical narrative revealing God in action, let's us know this God we are seeking to know deeply.
Often I have thought we need to "know God" more than "knowing about God". But I'm rethinking that. Without knowing about God, we might be chasing a relationship with a god of our own creation. We need both knowing, and knowing about.
So, according to Brueggemann, what is the Old Testament's most important command?
"In
, you get a law about seven years. It’s called the
Year of Release
. It says that at the end of seven years, if a poor person owes you money, cancel the debt." As Brueggemann explains, "[The law] says to not be hard-hearted (or tight fisted) about granting poor people space to live their lives, because you were slaves in Egypt and the Lord God brought you out into the good place." Scott McKnight adds, "So grammatically, the Old Testament scripture with the
most emphasis
as in “you must must must must
must
do this” is a passage about forgiving debts."
God cares about releasing debts. This is big. Very big. And it let's us know where God's heart is.
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http://www.patheos.com/blogs/jesuscreed/2013/12/12/the-ots-most-important-command-brueggemann-style/
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God in a Gorilla Suit
"One more thing"
There's an experience I often have when I preach. As soon as I get done, I often think of other things I should have said. There have been times I have felt compelled to walk back up to the pulpit and say, "oh yeah, one more thing." But I haven't. Yet.
From this past Sunday, Advent 3A, the gospel lesson...
Matthew 11:2-3:
When John heard in prison what the Messiah was doing, he sent word by his disciples and said to him, “Are you the one who is to come, or are we to wait for another?”
I was impressed by the reality that humanity missed figuring out who God's messiah was the first time, reminding me of the question as to whether or not we'll figure him out at the second coming.
In psychology, there is a condition called inattentional blindness. We tend to be blind to things we don't have a category for in our experience. We can be blind to the degree we are in denial about what we don't wish to see. But most interesting, is the blindness to things we don't know we should be looking for.
The popularized version of this condition has circulated on the Internet. Daniel Simons from the University of Illinois developed the test. His explanation of it can be found at the
. There a number of videos there to become familiar with the concept.
Theological Discernment
But in terms of theological discernment, how do we attend to God's presence? Do we see, or do we merely look at what is taking place around us? Daniel Simons mentions that those who claimed not to see the gorilla in the experiment, actually had their eye on the gorilla for up to second, but claimed not to see it. We can
look
at something, but if we don't
see
it, then is was never there. Looking at and seeing are not the same.
How can we discern our lives and culture so as to answer John's question from prison: is Jesus the one, or shall we expect someone else? If John has trouble seeing God's messiah in his own community, would there be potential difficulty for us to do any better than John? How is God showing up, in unseen ways, in our communities now?
Even if God were in a gorilla suit, we still might not see.
Blowing off Steam: Listening with Limbics
Blowing Off Steam
I wonder if there's a real connection between the ears and anger. Why else would we come up with these images of steam blowing out the ears?
Have you ever had the experience of making a comment, or hearing someone else make a comment, which left you blank, mundane, neutral, or at least not agitated? But then, another person having heard the same thing has a volcanic reaction?
Limbic Listening
Nathan Bauman, PhD, wrote to The Hearing Journal to highlight the role of the limbic system in listening. While Dr. Bauman writes about the unsettling effect of hearing aids for a person with partial hearing loss, it also makes me curious about the emotional reactions we may have to what we hear. Does communication breakdown, not because of the content, but because of the emotional reaction we have to the sounds, or perhaps the connotation we place upon what we hear?
As Dr Bauman notes,
"Part of our regulatory auditory mechanism, which tunes and de-tunes our attention process, is the limbic system. It is responsible for assigning more or less attention to a given auditory input. So, if there are multiple auditory inputs, the input most relevant to our conscious and subconscious mechanism receives top priority. When the limbic system detects new and/or more relevant information, it passes it on to the auditory cortex for processing. At the same time, a certain emotional association is assigned to it." (http://journals.lww.com/thehearingjournal/Fulltext/2004/07000/The_Role_of_the_Limbic_System.16.aspx)
Emotions and Discernment
By connection, I've lately been wondering about the role of the limbic system in discernment and if we are led by the emotional responses that are processed in the limbic system by what we hear, and the emotional connotation we attach to it. One of the primary roles the limbic system provides is the fight, flight, and freeze reactions, i.e., fear-based reactions. For instance, the limbic system is the system that creates the feeling in us that the roller-coaster ride will kill us. But the process of having the same or similar set of reactions on subsequent trips on the roller coaster may result in "fun" (not me, though).
Why are the two reactions different? The first is pure emotion and a panic response for survival. The second response engages in "cognitive appraisal" and uses the higher thinking portions of the frontal cortex.
So:
- What if we are working with people for whom fear, panic, or anxiety is a present reality?
- What does hope do to engage more critical thinking and less emotional reactions?
- How does an anxious church or organization "hear"?
In my work with congregations experiencing anxiety, I've been impressed by the predisposition they have had toward fear. My immediate role has always been to allay fears. One of the questions that usually emerges in one way or another is, "is there any hope for us?" I always have to say "yes." But I also have to realistically prepare them for difficulty and change. Hope is always a gift. Especially to those with steam coming out of the ears.
Blowing Off Steam
I wonder if there's a real connection between the ears and anger. Why else would we come up with these images of steam blowing out the ears?Have you ever had the experience of making a comment, or hearing someone else make a comment, which left you blank, mundane, neutral, or at least not agitated? But then, another person having heard the same thing has a volcanic reaction?
Limbic Listening
Nathan Bauman, PhD, wrote to The Hearing Journal to highlight the role of the limbic system in listening. While Dr. Bauman writes about the unsettling effect of hearing aids for a person with partial hearing loss, it also makes me curious about the emotional reactions we may have to what we hear. Does communication breakdown, not because of the content, but because of the emotional reaction we have to the sounds, or perhaps the connotation we place upon what we hear?Emotions and Discernment
By connection, I've lately been wondering about the role of the limbic system in discernment and if we are led by the emotional responses that are processed in the limbic system by what we hear, and the emotional connotation we attach to it. One of the primary roles the limbic system provides is the fight, flight, and freeze reactions, i.e., fear-based reactions. For instance, the limbic system is the system that creates the feeling in us that the roller-coaster ride will kill us. But the process of having the same or similar set of reactions on subsequent trips on the roller coaster may result in "fun" (not me, though).Why are the two reactions different? The first is pure emotion and a panic response for survival. The second response engages in "cognitive appraisal" and uses the higher thinking portions of the frontal cortex.
So:
- What if we are working with people for whom fear, panic, or anxiety is a present reality?
- What does hope do to engage more critical thinking and less emotional reactions?
- How does an anxious church or organization "hear"?
On the 30th Anniversary of the 20th Anniversay of MLK's March on Washington
My grandfather was a preacher and church planter. I remember as a kid hearing him preach, and even as a kid, I wasn't bored. He usually made people laugh. He was jolly. And when Christmas came around, I wondered whether or not my grandpa was the real Santa Claus.
And I knew that Martin Luther King was a preacher, too. He had that in common with my grandfather. If my grandfather was kind, loving, and trying to help people know God. I knew that Martin Luther King was trying to do the same things. So when he was killed, I remember feeling shocked. I wondered how could anyone kill a nice man that was trying to help people and tell them about God.
In 1963, I was too small to toddle my way to Washington D.C. But when I was twenty-two years old and in seminary at Eastern Baptist Seminary in Philadelphia, I was old enough to go to the 20th anniversary of the march. I had been bless with a good friend, Mike Minch and a wonderful professor, Ronald Sider. Mike and I were working as teacher's aids for Ron. Ron was on the planning committee for the anniversary march, and were invited to go along. We had to have our social security numbers researched for crimes or other red flags. We were cleared then to go back stage at the event. We met civil right leaders, politicians, and musicians. I remember meeting John Perkins there, Peter, Paul and Mary, Graham Nash, several church leaders from around the world, and a number of politicians who have passed out of the national limelight.
It was a tiring day of speeches, music, hope and excitement.
It was the closest I got to walking along the path of Martin Luther King. While I had not clearly envisioned the future, I was hopeful. I anticipated a day when The Dream would be realized. In fact, I thought I had sensed that day dawning.
But now I wonder. Our attitudes, not toward the law, but toward people when it comes to immigration, are attitudes of distrust, even anger. The numbers of people from any economic class who continue to be profiled because of their apparent skin color. The continual listing of dangerous people which no longer includes just criminals, but now includes a religion - Muslims. I think about the ways in which we continue to break our communities up into smaller fragments, and those fragments in smaller fragments, and then the numbers of families who rarely see each other. Sometimes it seems as if The Dream does not even enter into our own homes.
It has been three decades since I commemorated the 20th anniversary of the march on Washington. And I do know, that even though I did not clearly articulate where we would be in 2013, I do feel as if I have let myself and others down by falling short of the mark.
But I do rejoice in the small victories. My children have friends who cover the range of gender identities, disabled and differently-abled, the range of ethnicities, and religions. I see the ease with which they welcome others. I think we as a community are doing something right. I know much of this comes from the foundations of our faith, but also so much of it comes from the quality of our neighbors, their teachers and coaches. Maybe we are moving forward, but slower that I had hoped thirty years ago.
I guess the trouble with marches on Washington is that the march itself becomes the event. The 250,000 people gathered there today. But the event that should catch our attention and focus our efforts is, to go back to our homes and make a difference there. As Martin Luther King said,
"Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today my friends -- so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
Live the Dream.
To the Best Dad (in my) World
Faithful Panicking
I had one of those vivid dreams that starts up again once you close your eyes. Not a horrible, blood curdling, sacrry dream borne of too much pizza and horror movies. No, I think this maurader was simply borne of a kind of subconscious self-assessment.
The story line doesn't really matter. What matters was how I felt upon waking. I was vulnerable and regretful.
Sipping my second cup of coffee before heading to the gym I simply prayed to God "preserve me with your mighty power, that I may not fall into sin, nor be overcome by adversity, and I all that I do direct me to the fulfilling of your purpose..."
Now I just need to stay awake through game two of the NBA finals.
Emergent Ecclesiology of an Exodus Church

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Richard Dadd: Flight Out of Egypt |
- Denominational polities based on other than theological organization
- Large, maintenance oriented, mega-churches and churches that were larger than ones 'oikos'.
- Congregational budgets which slanted toward personnel and buildings
- Skepticism over seminary trained pastors
- Reducing the weight of propositional faith claims
- Questioning the interpretations of theological heritage that supported status quo
- The imposed separation of the world into secular and sacred, especially in the area of the arts
- Shifting of imagination from resourcing failing accommodation to new forms of church
Neil Cole and Reggie McNeil moved toward a house church model emphasizing the early Christian gatherings. The Book of Acts serves not only as an historical description, but is also established as prescriptive norm. Many house churches have thrived and become networks as the fellowships outgrow the homes. Some have take the idea and recast the house church as a monastic movement and developed group homes reminiscent of the 1960 and early 1970s attempts at communes, known as intentional Christian community.
Several of these intentional Christian comunities share in "the 12 marks of new monasticism". The following list is from The Simple Way Community of Philadelphia. But this list can be found in many communities.
- Relocation to the abandoned places of Empire.
- Sharing economic resources with fellow community members and the needy among us.
- Hospitality to the stranger
- Lament for racial divisions within the church and our communities combined with the active pursuit of a just reconciliation.
- Humble submission to Christ’s body, the church.
- Intentional formation in the way of Christ and the rule of the community along the lines of the old novitiate.
- Nurturing common life among members of intentional community.
- Support for celibate singles alongside monogamous married couples and their children.
- Geographical proximity to community members who share a common rule of life.
- Care for the plot of God’s earth given to us along with support of our local economies.
- Peacemaking in the midst of violence and conflict resolution within communities along the lines of Matthew 18.
- Commitment to a disciplined contemplative life.
Peter's Pentecostal Preaching

Listening Not: Or at least, choosing what to ignore
The piles of unpaid bills, always reproducing themselves....
The work unfinished - at work - at home - in me....
Continuously running replays of decisions
I could have
I should have
if only I would have...
Regrets that I have gone over and and over before...
I can think of people I should see, talk to
I can think of creations, imaginings, emerging I should foster...
Weeds to pull.
But right now all I choose to attend to is
There's pulsating breeze from the north shushing through the new leaves. The sky is so clean it should ring on the breeze like rubbing the rim of fine crystal.
There's a curious cat softly wandering through my spring planting of snow peas, wishing the birds were slower, or wishing it could fly,
There is the throaty cackling of starlings, almost clucking as they gather fallen seeds
The goldfinch with swoop, swoop flight chirping as it flies as if sing were breathing
The cooing doves watch from the peaks of the roof awaiting a clearer path to the seed their gentle call sounds as if being polite will make the starling give way
It is refreshing to listen to the late spring greening all around.
There are times when I must listen deeply and carefully. But I must also choose what I will be listening to. This afternoon, I'm listening to spring in my backyard.
But now I hear my wife calling... I recognize the ringtone.....