Friday, September 11, 2015

Never Forget: Thoughts on Christian Faith and National Tragedy


I am a proud American and an even prouder Christian. Every year, September 11th generally brings some complicated and mixed feelings for me as a pastor. Let me explain by way of oversimplification...

A major factor is that I am academically trained. I went to school for a long time, and being in that environment makes deep impressions on us as pastors. Here is why this matters: Whether as a point of conviction or simply as a corrective to majority assumptions, the academy usually views nationalism through a predominately suspicious lens.

One thing I learned in the academy is the almost irrefutable truth that the tendency to blend theological conviction with nationalism has historically almost always had hazardous and oppressive results. And when I look into my congregation and across the American church, I see that the overwhelming majority still function with some kind of conviction (often nebulous, but occasionally stated explicitly) that Americanism is fundamentally and organically Christian. Even if they agree with the notion that the kingdom of God is not identifiable with the United States of America, there is still a default understanding that what is good for Christianity is that America be strong, and vice versa. Americans seem to have been converted as much to Christendom and they were to Christianity, so nationalism is a hallmark of faithful Christian discipleship.

So what do I do when 9/11 roles around?




If I post a picture of the twin towers with #NeverForget, what am I communicating? First off, am I identifying myself fundamentally with Americanism? Or am I trying to communicate my solidarity with the thousands of Americans who died in a tragic act of violence? Further, am I somehow condoning the military action undertaken as a part of the war on terror as a faithful and Christian enterprise? Theologically speaking, am I guilty of helping others not love their enemy? Finally, what is it exactly that I don't want people to forget and why?

This is the problem with hashtags in general, and hashtag theology in particular. It is so vacuous that it actually operates almost thoughtlessly.

Or do I go on the offensive and actively speak against such remembrances as expressions of Christendom? I could criticize the idea of "not forgetting" as patently unfaithful to the gospel of reconciliation. But will it be heard, or will it be misunderstood, because I have chosen the worst day possible to try and make a point in one Facebook post that it took me more than 10 years to come to understand (and that still not completely).

Sure, at some level all communication breaks down and the speaker cannot control what the hearer (or reader) takes away; however, I want to be as responsible as I can with my words, especially when I am trying to speak according to God's will. And in this light, I offer my own thoughts to this dialogue. Not as THE answer, but as an answer that I have found some peace in.

I do think that there is value in national remembrance that is not simply propagandizing. While recalling tragedy in our national story can often serve some miserable jingoism or xenophobia, it could also be argued that sometimes remembrance is used as a connection to our deeper humanity--both in terms of the value of human life as well as in terms of human brokenness and depravity. And that deeper humanity is an essential and necessary voice for a nation to hear that may influence its people to not simply give into the nation's most institution-preserving impulses. In that sense, memory serves the cathartic and restorative function of correcting nationalism with basic human pathos (which is a fundamental kingdom orientation).

This is especially important for American Christians (academy or not) to remember on days like today--that remembrance is not simple patriotism, but also is an expression of a deeper belief in the kingdom of God. We remember, not to hate, but to forgive. We remember, not to raise our ire, but to raise our eyes to see those who died and those who loved them mourning and hurt by the brokenness all too prevalent in our world. We remember because lives matter. We remember because things that hurt are often worth remembering. We remember in order to heal and help others heal.

#NeverForget to love your neighbor
#NeverForget to love your enemy
#NeverForget that our hope is still coming

Friday, April 3, 2015

The Hour of Darkness - a good friday meditation



The hour of darkness is upon us…

Three times Jesus awakened them—three times. His heart was breaking, his fears were mounting, and his knees were covered in the dirt of the garden floor. Three times the Lord went to pray and pour out his soul in anguish to his Father… each time his disciples went to sleep. God forgive us, are we not also unfocused and distracted.

The hour of darkness is upon us…

Peter stood at the fires in the courtyard of the high priest and three times denied his Lord, Jesus—three times. Submitting to a false court in a sham trial that was an outright mockery of justice, Jesus was saving the world. And in an outright mockery of faithfulness, Peter was saving his own tail. God forgive us, are we not also cowards and liars.

The hour of darkness is upon us…

Judas betrayed the hope of the world for 30 silver pieces. Only too late did he realize that he did for 30 silver pieces that for which they would have paid 3000. He betrayed his master and friend… with a kiss. Trusting God’s promise, Jesus hung on a cross forgiving the world its sins that put him there. Doubting God’s grace, Judas hung himself in a tree haunted by his demons. God forgive us, are we not also haunted by our demons and do we not also kiss you with our lips then betray you for our own gain.

The hour of darkness is upon us…

It was religious people who struck Jesus first. Driven by fear, they raised their hands in violence. Driven by love, my Jesus knelt in humility. Honoring falsehood as testimony, they condemned the truth itself. Making sure not to wander too far into the home of a Gentile, they kept ritual purity as they handed over an innocent man to be executed. Their voices shouted first for the release of a man who took life, as they demanded the death of the giver of life. God forgive us, are we not also violent and full of compromise when we should be full of the Spirit.

The hour of darkness is upon us…

Pilate has washed his hands. The magistrate found no guilt in him, but did not pardon him. Pilate chose to play politics, and in so doing he handed over the true King to die. God forgive us, are we not also addicted to popularity and often look no further than our own reputation.

The hour of darkness is upon us…

The soldiers have mocked my Lord, and beaten my Lord, and spit on my Lord. They placed a crown of thorns on his head and paraded him through the streets. They were just doing their jobs—it wasn’t personal. They were just following orders as they walked the King of Glory through the streets of shame and beat him down under the weight of his cross. God forgive us, are we not also often an unwitting part of so much systemic injustice and evil that we can’t tell the difference between doing our job and insulting our Lord.

The hour of darkness is upon us…

They played dice at the foot of the cross—gambling for his clothes. Jesus, the Savior of the world, is dying for them right above them, yet they are too busy playing games to notice. God forgive us, are we not guilty—some of us—of still playing games at the cross of Jesus.

The hour of darkness is upon us…

Even the criminals beside him have turned on him—as if some how they who are truly guilty are better than him. They join the mocking crowd and heap insults upon him and shame him. It is better to die a scoundrel with my own guilt than to bear the shame of this innocent man I helped kill. God forgive us, are we not also blind to our own culpability and sin and do we not also flee the shame of the cross.

The hour of darkness is upon us…

The apostles are hiding. His closest friends and his devoted followers—all of them save one were missing. Fearing for their lives, they hid. Saving their own skin, they hid. Not understanding what their teacher had told them over and over again, they were bewildered, confused, and afraid. God forgive us, are we not also guilty of letting our fear and confusion drive us away from where we belong.

The hour of darkness is upon us…

The sun has gone black. The light of the world has been extinguished and all that is left is night. The earth itself is shaking in furious upheaval. For nothing has come into existence that was not made by him—the author of all living things has been killed, and all living things shudder in revolt. The temple curtain is torn and the graves of the saints are empty because even in darkness the light will bear its witness. So we take heart even as…

The hour of darkness is upon us…

In the stillness and silence we hear no serpent in the grass for his head lay crushed beneath the foot of the one who would not want anything. Listen and hear nothing, for the great and terrible Accuser is silent. He is defeated. His tongue finds no words, his lies have no more power, his accusations find no purchase on the perfect life and wholehearted devotion of my Jesus. The ancient evil dragon who would conquer the world and overthrow God himself is humiliated and vanquished by the love and peace of a slaughtered lamb. Satan did his worst, but God’s best was even greater.

Here we gather at the cross, "where the dearest and blest for a world of lost sinners was slain." Here we gather at the cross where in "blessed backwardness the immeasurable one was held but did not resist." Here we gather at the cross and surrender ourselves to the great cost and greater joy of Good Friday. Here we gather at the cross and find that we are forgiven… that we are loved… that we are chosen… that we are victorious.


The hour of darkness is upon us… thank God.