There are moments in my life that I remember with amazing clarity. One of these happened in 10th grade. An evangelist from the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association had come to town. This was such a big event in our small town that the local churches had to rent the high school gymnasium. Wednesday was “youth night,” which meant no hymns. A night of contemporary Christian music followed by a sermon for young people.
I still remember Mrs. Davis approaching David and me before the service began. Apparently God had spoken to her and we were supposed to go forward at the end of the service. She then proceeded to lead David and me to the second row. To this day I cannot recall anything about the service other than when the preacher asked the congregation to sing “Just as I am.” For three verses Mrs. Davis stared at us; by the fourth I went forward. Eventually the preacher called the spiritual counselors forward. Soon there was a hand on my back and we were lead into a special room just off the gymnasium. The walk was excruciatingly long. I wasn’t quite sure why I went forward, other than to avoid the wrath of Mrs. Davis.
Once we were in the room I sat across from my counselor. He asked why I came forward; again, I cannot recall what I said. The end result was that I heard about four spiritual laws and prayed for Jesus to forgive my sins.
That night shaped my understanding of faith and Jesus. Christianity had something to do with my sin life. If I accepted Jesus, then I would be made clean and could spend eternity in heaven. This idea was and still is comforting. To know that God desires to forgive my sins is life-giving and freeing. To this day I find hope in this message.
As I grew beyond 10th grade this understanding of sin and salvation began to feel incomplete and small. There is a significant element to sin that is structural. And the “I just need to confess my sin to Jesus” approach doesn’t adequately address this.
Racism doesn’t just come forward at church, pray a prayer, and go away. Corporate greed that has decimated family farms, emptied retirement accounts, charged outrageous interest rates, and chosen profits over health care doesn’t disappear after a prayer.
More often than not it seems like the church has turned its back on structural sin. It is easier to have a gospel that is only me and Jesus. Focusing on structures is hard work. It will disrupt our lives, interfere with our comfort, and push our faith out of the church and on to the street.
Jesus came for humanity, not just the individual. Our Holy Scriptures are about the people of God. Justice isn’t just for me, it is for all. The church needs to be about revival for all and prophetically confronting sin at every level.
When are we allowed to start hating someone? This was the question raised by our speaker. A couple of weeks ago DOOR’s Beloved Community Council met in Chicago. This is an annual gathering that brings together DOOR staff, board members, and participants to talk about diversity.
This year we invited Jeff Chu to be one of our presenters. Jeff’s book Does Jesus Really Love me? A Gay Christian’s Pilgrimage in Search of God in America, was certain to stir up some controversy and uncomfortableness among this group. One of the things that I have learned during my time at DOOR is that all of us have a breaking point, where diversity shifts from something to be admired and sought after to sin. This is especially true among people of faith. Currently sexual orientation is that hot button issue.
I did expect some in the circle to be uncomfortable. What I did not expect was for me to be uncomfortable. Part way through Jeff’s presentation he started talking about Westboro Baptist Church, a church known for its extreme ideologies. While researching for his book, Jeff spent a few days with the church and its leader, Fred Phelps, conducting interviews and trying to understand how they came to believe what they believe. In many ways this is a congregation that unites both the liberal and conservative sides of the church. Everyone is uncomfortable with their tactics and hate messages.
Quite frankly I expected Jeff to join the chorus of people who have condemned this fringe group. Instead Jeff showed a picture of a 6 year old holding a sign that stated God hates gay people. Then he went on to describe this boy, during his time with the church he got to know the boy. This boy was just starting to read; he really didn’t know what he was holding. He only knew the adults in his life approved, like any 6-year-old he obeyed his parents and held the sign.
This is when Jeff asked the question. When is it OK for me to start hating this boy? When he can read? Once he reaches the age of accountability? When he is 20? Is there ever a time when people of faith get a pass on extending grace even to those who would do us harm?
When does someone else’s “diversity” or “difference” give me permission to hate or exclude? Usually at this point someone will respond with “the Bible clearly states,” this in turn becomes a reason to exclude. This quickly becomes an unwinnable argument, not because we are right, but rather because we are stubborn. History tells us that every time people of faith come up with reasons to exclude, eventually they end up seeking forgiveness for their hate. I suggest that Scripture is abundantly clear about our need to love the other, even when they are different. I have yet to hear about people who ask forgiveness for loving too much.
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It has been almost 20 years since I made a significant career and life change. Back in 1994 I was pastoring in a church where almost everyone looked, thought, and believed like me. In many ways this made being a pastor “easy.” For the most part my convictions and stereotypes were identical to the people in my church. We knew which political party to vote for, where to go for lunch, what neighborhoods to live in, and the best school district for our children. We all agreed about right and wrong and had a common understanding of what a sinful lifestyle was.
By the start of 1995 many of my tight definitions and convictions about faith and life began to erode. Moving from a monoculture (suburbs) to a multicultural (city) world began a change. Everything I thought I knew about God and the life of faith was put to the test. In the city I met a God, apparently my God, who wasn’t predicable and certainly had no respect for my well thought through theological conclusions or understandings. It was almost as if God was showing me God’s rebellious and mischievous side.
In the city I found myself working with people who claimed “Christianity” but held convictions that opposed what I thought where no-brainers, the basics. At first this was hard. How could someone claim the same faith as me and vote for the other party, or embrace a lifestyle I understood to be wrong? For a while I put up a fight. When I look back on it now, I sort of thought of myself as an urban martyr for Jesus. I suspect that Jesus was mildly humored by this impulse.
I probably would still hold to the martyr perspective if I hadn’t encountered green chili. Not just any green chili, but Denver west-side green chili. For those of you not from Denver, it would be money well spent to travel to Denver and sample some of this culinary delight. As a Mennonite from Canada my primary way of adding spice to food was to reach for the salt and pepper.
Green chili comes in many varieties and everyone seems to have a unique family recipe. Regardless of the recipe, it is fair to say that green chili is significantly spicier than adding salt and pepper. At first this chili was a shock to my taste buds. From a certain perspective the spiciness was sinful. Over time I came to understand green chili as simply different from the foods I had grown up with. Today this difference has become tasty and enjoyable.
Leaning to embrace and accept different foods has only served to increase my eating enjoyment. I still like the food I grew up with, but learning about other foods has expanded my world.
I have tried to take this lesson about food into my faith world. Just because someone sees their faith differently than I do, this does not immediately make them sinners. It just means they are different. Learning to embrace and appreciate those differences only serves to expand my understanding of God. In a sense it serves to make my faith spicier. Trust me, spicy is good.
If as people of faith we can learn to table judgment and embrace difference, the Good News of the gospel would actually be Good News.
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Have you ever found yourself passionately believing something to be true, but unable to convince others of your truth? Frustrating, isn’t it? I have found that the frustration level dramatically increases when talking about faith issues.
Faith convictions and beliefs tend to be sacred. Changing or adjusting these beliefs is often seen as back-sliding or drifting from the truth. Encountering people of faith who hold different positions while at the same time claiming to be “Christian” can be stressful. Why can’t they read the bible correctly?
Right now the denomination I am part of is in a fierce debate about ordaining gay and lesbian persons. There are entire churches and conferences talking about leaving the denomination. From their perspective a clearly discernable line of sin has been crossed. There is scripture to back this all up.
Equally as fascinating is the other side. The church is finally figuring out that all people should be included in the full life of the church. For them a clear line has also been crossed. Interestingly it is in the exact opposite direction, the church is moving from sin to righteousness. Like the other side they have scripture to back up their position.
What I have discovered in the various debates, discussions, and arguments I have been part of is the first person to say something like “Scripture clearly says…” wins the debate. To my embarrassment I need to own that I have used this tactic myself.
I think we use this tactic because as people of faith we desperately want Scripture to speak clearly to the big issues of the day. I am just old enough to remember when people of faith were convinced that rock ‘n’ roll was Satan’s music, or when drums in church, drinking, and smoking. I live in Colorado; currently there is a whole lot of conversation about marijuana. Believe it or not Jesus never addressed the subject of legal pot. What was he thinking?
Framing theological arguments in such a way that those who don’t agree with us are wrong is probably something people of faith need to avoid. It embarrasses me that church leaders so quickly move to absolute positions.
Learning to live with difference, even when that difference is seen as sin by some, might just be a sign of Christian maturity.
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The other day I was involved in one of those controversial Christian conversations. As our discussion was wrapping up this person said to me, “Well you have to love the sinner and hate the sin.” Then we hugged and went our separate ways. This one-liner was not new to me. As a matter of fact I have heard and used the exact same phase for years. I have probably even uttered it from the pulpit.
This time the conversation was a tough one and the phrase did not sound so spiritual. You see it was the first time I had ever been the target of the line. To him I was the sinner that needed loving and my prayerfully considered convictions were the sin that needed hating. Quite frankly it did not feel good to be on the receiving end. I had been judged to be a sinner. His love for me, in spite of my sin, did not make me feel any better, respected, or accepted. I would not be whole until I quit sinning.
I have done a lot of thinking about loving the sinner and hating the sin. It is one of those statements that sounds good; so good that many of us might even wonder why Jesus didn’t have the wisdom to use it himself. I could just imagine Jesus as he looked a Peter after the third denial, shrugging his shoulders and muttering to himself, “Well you have to love the sinner and hate the sin.”
The problem with loving the sinner and hating the sin is that it shifts power. It is an attempt at becoming God. When I say love the sinner, hate the sin in essence I am saying that I have God knowledge. I have the ability to name who sinners are and what sin is. Granted there are times when this seems obvious to all. Pedophiles and murders are two groups of people that come to mind. However, most of us live in a world that is much less stark. As much as many of us would like Scripture to be crystal clear on issues of war, patriotism, sexual orientation, speaking in tongues, hell, heaven, and many others, it isn’t clear.
When believers differ from each other it is tempting to name that difference as sin. The temptation is especially strong when we believe that we have Scripture on our side.
I remember going to church and being told that drums were a sign of the Devil and that women were not gifted in leadership. These opinions were held fervently, leaders believed they had God and Scripture backing up their beliefs. I am glad that the church had the courage to grow beyond those convictions.
I do not know where we are going to end up with the big discussions of today, but I do know that if we keep naming those who are different than us sinners we won’t have the opportunity to see where the spirit of God is leading us.
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If you have arrived at this post because you were looking for information on NBC’s “The Voice” you may as well stop reading. I am a fan and cheer for anyone from team Blake, but I want to reflect on another voice. I grew up in a fairly conservative Christian home. For the most part I have good memories from my childhood.
However my understanding of faith and God was shaped by a lot of rules and a tremendous amount of guilt. For example, Christians didn’t dance, go to movies or listen to rock n’ roll. We believed in a judgmental God who would one day come back to “rapture” the faithful. Men were called to leadership in both house and church while women could teach children’s Sunday school and be quietly submissive. When pre-marital sex led to pregnancy the “girl” would meet with the elders and then disappear for a few months. Apparently all of these pregnancies were immaculate because the male participation was never discussed. Divorced people could be forgiven but rarely achieved more than second class status.
In a strange sort of way these rules and others like them created a space of predictability and stability for me. When everyone played by the rules everything was good. That was until I started experimenting with “sin.” I still remember going to my first movie. It happened because I went to a friend’s overnight birthday party and the next morning we all went to the Saturday matinee. I chose to go to the movie rather than home. It was a spaghetti western; I was both thrilled and racked with guilt. Before long I was attending movies on a regular basis. The story of my first high school dance is similar, only this time I was the yearbook photographer and I “had” to attend the dance to get some pictures.
Through all of this there was “the voice”, it kept whispering to me, reminding me of how I was abandoning my faith. Initially I was convinced it was the Holy Spirit convicting and condemning my sinful actions. Over time I came to understand that this voice wasn’t so much the Holy Spirit as it was the culturally trapped and twisted version of my faith.
One of the most difficult tasks people of faith engage in is separating cultural norms and preferences from the good news of the gospel. This tension is only heightened when diversity increases. The norms of my youth worked to a certain extent because most everyone shared a common cultural background. This is no longer the case for me or my family. Diversity is the norm. Everything is different. Difference is challenging. It is especially challenging when it comes to faith. I live, work, and worship with people who claim to worship the same Jesus I do. Some of these folks have a similar understanding of the rules that I had in my youth, while others push every boundary I thought I had and some boundaries I was unaware of. That voice has never left, it still whispers, asking if I have crossed the line into unrighteousness. It is a constant battle to not give in and an intentional choice to walk confidently into the vastness of the kingdom of God.
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What makes someone a Christian? As a pre-teen I remember an “End-Times” speaker coming to our town and talking about how all the planets would line up in 1982. He speculated that this would signal the beginning of the end or the start of the “tribulation.” I was so afraid that I would be left behind when Jesus came to “rapture” the real Christians that I went forward every night to accept Jesus as my personal Lord and Savior. Becoming a Christian had something to do with praying the right set of words. Confession of sin and asking Jesus to sit on the throne of my heart needed to be included in the prayer. I kept going forward every night because I wasn’t sure I prayed the prayer correctly.
The fear of not having done it right haunted me for years. More than once I snuck out of my bedroom at 2 AM to check on my parents to make sure they hadn’t been raptured away. It took years to realize that the rapture theology that consumed my youth was a non-biblical scam made up to sell books. There has been much freedom in discovering that Christianity is so much more than a way to avoid “The Tribulation.”
This journey into a new understanding of Christianity has only intensified the “what makes someone a Christian?” question. During Jesus’ encounter with Nicodemus in John 3 there is a fascinating conversation about entering into a process of rebirth. It would seem that Christianity has something to do with resetting, rebooting and starting over with a clean slate. In Matthew 25 Jesus tells a strange story about sheep and goats. Eventually the sheep are invited into the kingdom of God and not because they prayed the right prayer. There is no indication that they ever went forward at church and accepted Jesus as their personal Lord and Savior. They are invited in because of how they lived their lives in service to others.
The more I read scripture the more I am convinced that Christianity has everything to do with who we are and how we live our lives. There is a song from my youth that says well what I am trying to say, “They will know we are Christians by our love.”
There are still well-meaning people who want a Christianity defined by rules and formulas. The reasons for this grow out of the best of intentions. The problem is that the God of Scripture has no interest in rules and formulas, no matter how well-intentioned they are. The closest Scripture comes to a formula is love, radical and unconditional love.
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Why is it so important to draw lines in the sand? Too many people enjoy the illusion that the world can easily be divided into two camps – friend or enemy; republican or democrat; right or wrong; saint or sinner. It feels good and right to declare that people are either with us or against us. Why do things like change, diversity and difference scare us so much? Is it possible that we are hard wired to be afraid of diversity in ethnicity, faith, politics and ideological points of view?
Concepts like middle ground, compromise and grey areas are all too often seen as positions which immature or unenlightened folks take. If the definition of maturity includes fear of diversity and an unwillingness to change my mind, then I am not interested in maturity.
Could it be that the opposite is true? Immature people draw lines, never change their mind, and want the world to be full of people who look the same, believe the same and think the same.
Why would anyone vote for a politician who refuses to change their stance? Why go to a church where the pastor(s) never grow in their understanding of theology, God and what the church is called to? What fun is it living in a community where everyone looks the same or eats the same food or worships in the same way?
I like the Apostle Paul’s image of the body in 1 Corinthians 12. We are not all the same. As a matter of fact it is our differences that make us one! Embracing differences (diversity) means that any lines we draw should be easily erased and moved because chances are we should not have drawn the line in the first place.
Can you imagine a world where compromise was the norm? Church would be healthy and healing, politics would be helpful and honest, and battles over religion would be non-existent.
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