Female Incarnational Service

I have been thinking more about how God shows up in the person of those who serve.  First I want to clarify that I mean “shows up” as in “becomes visible or tangible,” not as in arrives.  I believe God is always there.  Then I was thinking about writing this cutesy, “She is already there,” kind of statement and it hit me in two steps.  First if service were equal, half of the time God would be physically embodied in us as a female.  But, it isn’t even equal.  As a male, I have to admit that the female half of our race, especially in my Western experience, is far more likely to assume the role of loving service.  If my previous thoughts on God’s tangible presence miraculously expressed in us are true, then most of the time God looks more like my wife than me.

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Christian Service

In a message on the importance and role of Christian service today, a minister I really respect and who lives it well, used the tried and true language of “imitating” Christ.  I don’t want to be an imitator of Christ.  I am a lousy imitator of anybody, and am never authentic in activities I would use that language to describe.

I love the Scripture on the indwelling of God in us (individual and collective).  I believe there is a miracle far more profound.  When we submit to true servant-hood, I believe something far more special than imitation occurs.  I believe God shows up to serve.  Miracle beyond explanation, He shows up embodied in us.

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Let God Arise

Our church loves to sing, “Our God is a God who saves.”  And I keep wondering, “So are there others?”  Maybe the “a’s” flow off the tongue.  But, shouldn’t it be “The God who saves?”

Then today they followed with “..I am holding on, to the Rock I cling.”  I have written about that before.  When I climb, I cling to rock.  When I abide with Christ I dwell IN Him as He dwells In me.  I see the Rock, more as the language of fortress.  If I am in storm enough to be clinging, it will be like one of our Midwest US tornadoes — I will be in the inner most place I can find, clinging to that which is solid.

peace

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29 fourth graders + 3 days

Things are going amazingly well considering I still do not have teacher’s editions or student books for half of my kids.  The new principal has the year starting off with a very positive climate in spite of unavoidable bumps in the road for a grade school with 700+ students.

I have most of my students all day.  There are a few pull-outs for Special Education or gifted services.  But, they are kids who need it going to good teachers.  And, compared to last year’s constant let’s get started — bell — oh well good bye treadmill, its wonderful.  We even had time today to do assignments, get most homework done in class so I could help them, AND start The Magician’s Nephew.

I knew things were on the right track when one little girl told me how much fun she had and how happy she was to be in this classroom at the end of the first horrible day of explaining rules, procedures, forms and fees!  If THAT day was good, wait til we get into really learning things!

Now if we were not doing three different administrations of the State testing program plus two administrations of a locally chosen computer based test within the 180 days I get to serve them, I might be really excited! Ha!

peace

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called to die

Just read a post on a friend’s blog quoting Bonhoeffer about Christ’s call being one to “‘come and die.’ and some people sooner than others.”  And I am thinking about my own recent posts and many things I have written before of a similar nature.  And I think something new (or old and too easily forgotten) is creeping into my consciousness.  All humans are on the path to death, some sooner than others.  In terms of being on the path to physical death, it makes no difference if we follow Christ, Muhammad, or the Rolling Stones.  We die.  We cannot predict when, where, or why.  Mortal flesh breathes for awhile and then returns to dust as the author of Ecclesiastes clearly cries.

So what is our meaning when we dwell on Jesus call, to pick up our cross?  I think death is not the point.  We can do that without Him, thank-you.  I think the call to pick up His cross is to carry our humanity with meaning and purpose — eternal meaning and purpose, and just maybe with less belly aching about it as if we are somehow unique.  On the cross did Christ declare the victory of death, of suffering, or of life?

What if Christ’s call to carry our cross is to declare the victory of life in our being, working, sharing, living, breathing, and yes even in our dying?  Is that not the evangel?

Wouldn’t this change our “Biblical” perspective on care for not just our fellow man, but literally the earth and all other life?  As long as we are hung up on death, what cause is there for sympathy to the death of other life?  But, if carrying the cross of Christ is carrying the ultimate victory of life, then how far do we carry it?   How broad is our understanding of the meaning of that cross as the redeeming victory of life for all the earth?  What does it mean if we believe the King who loves every sparrow has arrived and declared that His kingdom is upon us?

I like the cross I wear with the star of David around it for several reasons that I often have to explain to people.  But, one I seldom take time to talk about is simply that the instrument of death is surrounded by a shining star!  I dare not walk into my classroom carrying death to tomorrow’s children.  No, I will go with a shining affirmation of the great meaning of life (which contains suffering,  sacrifice,  and death).

And when it is our turn to die?  I still believe, we win!

peace

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“rewards” of faith

Others have clearly articulated the reasons to reject recent American preaching about living the Christian life — giving and serving especially — expecting material returns. This type of preaching goes on in too many churches and on the air waves ad nauseum.

Well, here is my little testimony to add to the conversation. My school in Haiti is the middle of a capital campaign for a much needed building which will allow a major expansion of the Haitian church which meets in their facility. I met with the director, discussed it with my wife to decide the largest amount our monthly budget could bear, then raised it by about half counting on continued consulting work for my portion. Now according to these American its all about me preachers, I was supposed to have this money somehow magically be added to my income maybe with some extra fun money for me. Not one month in the year and a half since has there been enough money in our household budget to give any. The consulting has held out and I have staid current on my pledge by giving totally from those funds. But, lately the household budget is stretched so far, it is beginning to consume the consulting funds as well — something I said I would not do in order to avoid being locked into working three jobs.

This summer my youngest daughter and I made two mission trips. The second one involved many extra expenses in order to attend a major family event and the meet the group in time to start work. So, more wealth and happiness are undoubtedly supposed to be headed our way.

I also spent hundreds I shouldn’t have to purchase tickets for an event next year I would clearly label entertainment. Only this year it wasn’t entertaining, it was a debacle. But, the son-in-laws I took were very appreciative of the time spent together out of town and away from work and responsibilities. So, I said, “This is a thing I can do for these young men who have come into my life. It gives me a chance to invest time and presence with them as they start their own adult lives.” I am quite sure the ‘give and you get’ crowd would include it as the kind of good that brings more back one’s way.

Nope, my university was late with my new contract and finally offered me less money for more work. After discussing it with them to make sure it was even possible, I signed. One payday passed in the process with no check, the next check would fix the error. Then this week, they contacted me again to say that half-time faculty will no longer be paid on a regular salaried basis, only after we complete each course like adjuncts. No check this month. That is my house payment. I have spent all of my tax reserves from the consulting fees. The accounts are low enough that the bank charged (and refunded) an over-draft fee because I almost didn’t have enough to cover my last mission contribution.

Jesus said, “Take up your cross and follow me.” The problem is in the theology we are falsely proclaiming. I have never heard it preached from the front in my church, but I have heard it in many testimonies and small group discussions. Jesus didn’t say come with me and get rich. He said follow me for the abundant life, which includes a cross.

I’m in a tight spot right now. I’m struggling and (shock face for my friends who believe Christians never are) worried. The pieces are not falling neatly in place for how to fix this. But, I am not surprised or really complaining. This is how it is.

Now, I have been rewarded, don’t get me wrong. I have new friends named Osama, Hussein, and Bilal. I know my son-in-laws better and treasure the time with them and my friend who also went. I take great pride in the beautiful building going up in Haiti and the awesome things that are happening there in spite of the fact that my struggling contribution is actually very small in financial terms. I walked in the presence of God this summer in the midst of direct opposition by those who do not want the Truth proclaimed. It was wonderful. I continue in the presence of God whether I feel like it or not. Even now, I know the best will happen. But, I know it is more likely to involve a cross than a check. The rewards of faith are not so simple, or trivial.

peace

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why this weight like dread

Tomorrow a new school year begins with a new principal, a new superintendent with big plans for improving education, a new group of students, and I feel like I’m looking down the green mile as much as starting a new adventure.

Is it because our practice is so far from our theory?  I think I am used to that by now and I’m only responsible for how it plays out in my one small corner.

Is it because our racist and classist policies are so harmful to children?  I see real hope the new leader is not like that, and with a self - contained class I have more control over making sure its no more true than it has to be for my little troop of learners.

Is it because I feel so called to openly minister under the Way of Jesus?  I know I am needed to do exactly that right where I am, even though there are troublesome rules about what can be said and done.  Still I do long for whatever it is that God keeps whispering is coming.

I think I just dread the exhaustion.  The everyday alarm at 5:30 to start again with my little ones, followed by advising for my Masters students, and consulting for my friends in community agencies all trying to make a difference.  Correspondence and support for mission friends across the globe keep me connected to that world.  I love it all.  But, there doesn’t seem to be enough summer in the world to provide the strength to begin again.  Maybe its age.  I’ve been riding this circuit since 1978 and there are a lot of miles behind me compared to what remains ahead.  I am just not sure I have the capacity for the exhaustion.

Please pray for strength that I may serve those who need me to serve, uplift those who need my ministry, and ignore those who are somebody else’s calling.  Please pray for discernment to walk in the Way, in the Power not my own, by the Wisdom not my my own, and for the purposes beyond my own.  Please pray for enough sense to find the times to rest, and enough energy to climb the rest.

peace

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a generous orthodoxy

I just finished this book by Brian McLaren and it is well worth reading.  He really means the long list of adjectives in the subtitle and uses the book to outline the good (as well as admit the bad) that he has found in a wide variety of Christian practices and beliefs.  This might be the book that would make sense to S, as McLaren says he does not believe Jesus ever intended Christianity in any of the forms we now know.  But, he still believes in Jesus and that it is possible to pursue the Way He taught us.  He carefully avoids being the “next right answer” or a leap into “its all the same relativity.”   Truly a wonderful invitation to open dialog with other traditions and see how we can all learn more, grow more, play more, and love more along the Way.

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Donovan in Mclaren: Saving Creation

“Preach the Gospel to all creation,” Christ said. Are we only now beginning to understand what he meant? I believe the unwritten melody that haunts this book ever so faintly, the new song waiting to be sung in place of the hymn of salvation, is simply the song of creation. To move away from the theology of salvation to the theology of creation may be the task of our time.

Vincent Donovan, Christianity Rediscovered, quoted in Brian McClaren, A Generous Orthodoxy.

I wonder how our world will change if we ever here 3:16 as truly meaning “the world,” not just men, humans, some life, but “the world.”  Waiting to see what you are writing T.  This theme just keeps rising up in different places.

My God watches specific sparrows play in my yard while I brood inside about theology.

peace

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He would be bad too…

I was doing the story of the prodigal and father with a group of young Muslim boys in a discussion format, getting their responses and reactions to each part of the story as it unfolded. They couldn’t imagine a person doing what the son did. They could imagine trying to go home rather than starve. But, they imagined going in fear of death, or at least severe punishment or rejection. I asked why they thought a father would respond that way.

One said, “He disrespected his father,” echoing a theme we had been pursuing the day before about true respect growing from love not fear.

Then E said it. If the father allowed the prodigal’s behavior to go unpunished, “He would be bad too!”

They could scarcely imagine a man acting like the one in the story. To imagine God behaving that way was shocking. Shame requires the restoration of honor for the family, not forgiveness of the wayward member. It was one of the moments when the difference in our world views became clearer to me. I have read about it in good books over the last couple of years. But, here it was– not Islam vs Christianity — but a world view like Jesus’ hearers would have held responding to one of His parables with the emotional response it deserved.

There was no flannel graph blandness to it. I could see the gravity and wonder of it on their faces and in their eyes. This was Jesus making the world changing claim that God will do ANYTHING to welcome us home. I heard the same boy who told me that writing his opinion of Allah would be “against Islam” repeating more than once, “It was a come home party!”

I sit here humbled, relearning my own God’s love for me. Do we know how deeply loved we are?

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