Love in the Land of Lavish Living

At our small group last week, we were running short on time, and our jokingly self-proclaimed dictator (i.e. small group leader) decided we needed to skip a discussion question on our list. But the question is one I ask myself all the time, so here it is:

“Living in North America means that we are among the richest people on earth. How can we maintain a sense of dependence upon God’s provisions?”

I often struggle with my own lavish living. I say this not as someone who lives particularly lavishly by American standards. After paying our necessary bills, I think I’ve spent like $40 this month, and that was a trip to Pizza Hut and trip to a corn maze/pumpkin patch. I have to admit I feel every one of those dollars was worth it to see the joy on my children’s face, but most times I spend money, I am so disappointed with the results: “Mist! Mist! All is mist!” I feel very little joy in things other than prayer, praise, study, and service.

I heard Francis Chan left his church and wants to go to some foreign country and be poor and…whatever. Is that what total reliance on God looks like? I’m tempted; believe me. But is that the proper reaction? Or is it immaturity? Surely all are not called to poverty and this sort of “crazy love.”

In an interview, Peterson tangentially addresses these topics, and I think what he has to say is helpful:

“Do American Christians too easily assume their surrounding culture is Christian?”

“We do. It is useful to listen to people who come into our culture from other cultures, to pay attention to what they hear and what they see. In my experience, they don’t see a Christian land. If you listen to a Solzhenitsyn or Bishop Tutu, or university students from Africa or South America, they don’t see a Christian land. They see something almost the reverse of a Christian land.

They see a lot of greed and arrogance. And they see a Christian community that has almost none of the virtues of the biblical Christian community, which have to do with a sacrificial life and conspicuous love. Rather, they see indulgence in feelings and emotions, and an avaricious quest for gratification.

Importantly, they see past the façade of our language, the Christian language we throw up in front of all this stuff. The attractive thing about America to outsiders is the materialism, not the spirituality. It’s interesting to listen to refugees who have just gotten into the country: what they want are cars and televisions. They’re not coming after our gospel, unless they’re translating the gospel into a promise of riches and comfort.”

Do you preach to your congregation about this?

Yes.

How do you do that? I’m sure that’s not easy.

Well, I’m one of them. I live in the same kind of house they do. I drive the same kind of car they do. I shop in the same stores they do. So I’m like them. We’re all in this together.

It’s possible for a few people to break out of society and form some kind of colony in order to challenge society as a kind of shock troop. But that’s not my calling, and I don’t find it credible to use the language of separatism in a congregation where we’ve all got jobs, where we’re trying to find our place as disciples in the society and do what we can there. If I do that, I lose credibility. I’m using one kind of language on Sunday and another on Monday.

So what I have tried to develop first of all, in myself, is the mentality of the subversive. The subversive is someone who takes on the coloration of the culture, as far as everyone else can see. If he loses the coloration he loses his effectiveness. The subversive works quietly and hiddenly, patiently. He has committed himself to Christ’s victory over culture and is willing to do those small things. No subversive ever does anything big. He is always carrying secret messages, planting suspicion that there is something beyond what the culture says is final.

What are some specific acts of Christian subversion?

They’re common Christian acts. The acts of sacrificial love, justice, and hope. There’s nothing novel in any of this. Our task is that we develop a self-identity as Christians and do these things not incidentally to our lives, but centrally. By encouraging one another, by praying together, by studying Scripture together, we develop a sense that these things are in fact the very center of our lives. And we recognize they are not the center of the world’s life, however much cultural talk there is about Christianity.

If we can develop a sense that sacrificial love, justice, and hope are at the core of our identities—they go to our jobs with us each day, to our families each night—then we are in fact subversive. You have to understand that Christian subversion is nothing flashy. Subversives don’t win battles.

Eugene Peterson, The Contemplative Pastor: Returning to the Art of Spiritual Direction (Carol Stream, IL: Word, 1987): 16-19.

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Delight and the Will of God

I don’t know where all this blogging is coming from, but I have more to say. (This post is a follow-up of the previous one; if you haven’t read it, do so.)

I think American Christianity is too concerned with emotions, but emotions are a personality thing, not a God thing. I’m an extremely emotive person; in fact, I lack self-control when it comes to my emotions. So in my previous post, where I talk about “anguish,” and “delight,” and “peace,” these are not necessarily the traits of the super-spiritual. In fact, anyone who knows me well would not use those words to describe me. Delighting in my faith is easy for me because I’m hyper-emotional, not super-spiritual. I think God wants us to delight Him, but I don’t think delight has to be natural. I think people often question their faith if they don’t have the emotions to go along with it. But I’ve met many who delight in spiritual things, but do not love God. They love their emotions. They love their delight. And that is a true temptation for those of us who are hyper-emotional.

As I am writing this, a song based on Amos 5 just came on, and I think the lyrics apply to what I am talking about:

I hate all your show and pretense.
The hypocrisy of your praise.
The hypocrisy of your festivals.
I hate all your show.

Away with your noisy worship
Away with your noisy hymns.

I stop up my ears when you’re singing them.

Instead, let there be a flood of justice.
An endless procession of righteous living.
Instead, let there be a flood of justice.
Instead of a show.”

Your eyes are closed when you’re praying.
You sing right along with the band.
You shine your shoes for services.
There’s blood on your hands.

You turned your back on the homeless.
And the ones that don’t fit in your plan.
Quit playing religion games.
There’s blood on your hands.

Instead, let there be a flood of justice.
An endless procession of righteous living.
Instead, let there be a flood of justice.
Instead of a show.
I hate all your show.

If you’re one of those people for whom delight is difficult, that doesn’t mean you love God any less. Love is not a feeling. I hope you know that, and that I’m preaching to the choir here. The Christian life is not about how we feel. It’s really about showing up every day and persevering to the end.

Finally, I think the liturgical tradition guards against emotions. This passage happened to be in my daily reading plan, and I think it speaks much wisdom. I leave you with it. It’s from Eugene Peterson’s book, The Contemplative Pastor.

What things do we learn in common prayer?

One thing we learn is to be led in prayer. I’m apt to think of prayer as my initiative. I realize I have a need or I am happy, and I pray. The emphasis is on me, and I have the sense when I pray that I started something.

But what happens if I go to church? I sit there and somebody stands before me and says, “Let us pray.” I didn’t start it; I’m responding. Which means that I am humbled. My ego is no longer prominent. Now that’s a very basic element in prayer, because prayer is answering speech.

Prayer has to be a response to what God has said. The worshiping congregation—hearing the Word read and preached, and celebrating it in the sacraments—is the place where I learn how to pray and where I practice prayer. It is a center from which I pray. From it I go to my closet or to the mountains and continue to pray.

A second thing about praying in community is that, when I pray in a congregation, my feelings are not taken into account. Nobody asks me when I enter the congregation, “How do you feel today? What do you feel like praying about?”

So the congregation is a place where I’m gradually learning that prayer is not conditioned or authenticated by my feelings. Nothing is more devastating to prayer than when I begin to evaluate prayer by my feelings, and think that in order to pray I have to have a certain sense, a certain spiritual attentiveness or peace or, on the other side, anguish.

That’s virtually impossible to learn by yourself. But if I’m in a congregation, I learn over and over again that prayer will go on whether I feel like it or not, or even if I sleep through the whole thing.

Prayer

If you haven’t already heard, Steven Curtis Chapman’s daughter was killed when her brother accidentally hit her while driving their SUV; he never saw her. I’ll be honest; I’m not extremely familiar with his music (though I know some of it), but I am familiar with his philanthropy. Please pray for them as they deal with this tragedy.

Anglican Men’s Weekend

Forrest and I had the opportunity to go to an Anglican Men’s Weekend outside of Los Angeles in the San Bernardino National Forest this weekend. The Most Rev’d Henry Luke Orombi, Archbishop of Uganda, was the keynote speaker, but several major bishops in the global south movement were in attendance, including the Rt. Rev. John A. M. Guernsey (Bishop of Uganda over American congregations), the Rt. Rev. Dom Robinson Cavalcanti (Bishop of Recife, Brazil), The Rt Revd Daniel Gimadu (Bishop of North Mbale, Uganda), and a few other bishops whose names I did not catch.

These bishops and ministers were humble men of God, which sadly, I didn’t expect. I guess I’m just not used to seeing humility on that level. It was a refreshing weekend of reconciliation and prayer, and I hope to get to go again in the future. But for now I’ll just get to look forward to Bishop Cavalcanti being at Christ the King this weekend.

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Grandpa update

Well, my grandpa had another code blue, but was revived again. He has some sort of heart damage, and they’re doing a scan now to check for a pulmonary embolysis. They plan on running a heart catheterization tomorrow, but he’s also scheduled for dialysis tomorrow.

He’s not functioning like he was just a few weeks ago. It looks like he’ll need permanent assistance for just basic needs like bathing and using the bathroom from now on. In any case, prognosis is not looking too good.

My mom seems exhausted, and everyone else is too.

Prayer request…

My maternal grandpa has been in kidney failure for a few days. He had some surgery on Monday to put a hemodialysis catheter into his neck, and he was supposed to have four straight days of dialysis to see if that would jumpstart his kidneys into working again. Well, his heart went into atrial fibrillation (the heart spasms instead of beating) this morning, and he went code blue (legally dead) this morning. He was revived and he’s conscious and “doing well” (whatever that means at this point). In addition, this has been very stressful on my grandma, and she’s contracted pneumonia. My parents and aunts/uncles have been working hard to take care of them and be up at the hospital with my grandpa.

I’m very fortunate, as an adult, to have all of my grandparents still, and my relationship with this particular set of grandparents is very close. I would appreciate any prayers you could offer for any and all of my family.

Ten points if you know what I am talking about…

“Lord, make me like Ty Cobb.”

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Thankful

I was just listening to Rebecca St. James and Todd Agnew sing “Our Great God,” and it just reminded me how thankful I feel right now.

We’ve had a ton of bills lately with the new table (we outgrew the old one), computer (it died), washer and dryer (they were dying together), computer, midwife, doula, tuition, and visits from family. God has provided a lot of money to meet those bills. I mean a lot. Close to $10,000 in the last three weeks. (I broke a Black Friday sales record and received my overload pay from teaching all in the last three weeks.) That almost covers everything (yeah, they add up). What would normally have been a stressful time has not been that bad.

I have a beautiful new son. The birth was incredible. It couldn’t have gone any more perfectly. The doula was incredible when it came to supporting Rachel. The whole time Rachel was in labor, I kept thanking God for her. The midwife was great too, but let the doula pretty much handle things.

My daughter continues to grow in her relationship to Christ. She amazes me sometimes.

I’m glad to be in a church where we can chant, receive communion every week, feel loved, and our children can commune. We’ve actually been able to develop a relationship with a fellow congregation member (though in its early stages, it’s nice to be able to connect to someone other than the pastor and his family). The lady is a bit older than us, but her youngest son is close to Kyrie’s age.

My class this semester will be taught by Reggie Kidd, and it’s on my favorite subject. How great is that? I’ve been able to finish most of the books (I saved the best ones for last, so woohoo).

I’ve had off of work for three straight days. I don’t think I’ve had more than one day in a row off since August (and even then I was usually working on my day off). It’s been a time of healing and rest (though I must say I am wiped out from all the work I am doing—but it’s different work, so in a big way, it’s restful).

We have family coming to visit. Forrest and Rebekah will be here in less than two weeks. The Enloe family also plans to come by. Mommy and daddy plan on coming in February. It will be so nice to have company again, and it’s nice to have a table that will fit everyone (tightly though!).

I love how all of our close friends’ families are growing. Exponential growth is nice when it involves friends.

We are planning to stay our entire summer in Spokane, if possible. Actually, it would be nice to just move up there, so maybe a job can fall in our laps (pretty please!).

It’s Advent. The long green season is fully over.

Oh, Lord remind us once again of your wonderful works. Hallelujah! Glory be to our great God.

I’m coming home…for less than 24 hours.

I’ll be leaving Florida in a few hours, and as usual, I’ve gotten to see some glimpses of God’s glory. Friday was Bob Webber’s memorial service. This was the memorial service that the family chose to attend. It was good to see Joanne again, to see that love she has for Bob. You know how they say some couples were “made for each other”? It’s that way with Bob and Joanne. When Jim Hart asked her if she’d rather be called Bob’s wife or widow, she replied, “Wife.” I was standing right next to her and heard her mutter under her breath, “Forever and ever.”

The mother of one of my classmates passed away suddenly on Monday. My classmate handled it with great faith. His father was diagnosed with terminal cancer on the last day of last term and was supposed to be in heavenly glory by this term, so this has been a bit backwards for the family. She had gone into the hospital on Wednesday and seemed fine on Thursday. She found out that a hole in her esophagus. This, in turn, caused acid to leak into her blood and poison it, causing her organs to shut down. She started taking a turn for the worse on Sunday while we were at the beach. By Monday, they were going to take her off the ventilator by evening, but she didn’t make it that long. It was shocking to me how quickly it all happened. I guess that with her husband dying of cancer, she probably didn’t feel the need to fight for her life. My classmate kept saying, “She always said she didn’t want to live without dad; now she doesn’t have to.”

Another classmate who had missed last semester (due to a viral heart attack) was back again this semester. He told the story of how, through misdiagnosis and wrong treatment, his blood was thinned to the point of leaking out of his stomach. He woke up in a puddle of blood (after having been changing bandages for several days). He thought he was going to die, so he prayed with his father, who is also a pastor (I believe). When he came back into the room five minutes later to take him to the hospital, there was a crusty scab that looked like it had been there for days. Incredible.

On Sunday I hit the beach after worship and stayed in the water a couple hours longer than everyone else. After the beach, I went to a worship service. Brian McLaren was the celebrant, and I had a good chat with him on the glories of teaching English (He was an English prof. Before going into the ministry and then public speaking). He reminded me once again why my background is oh so useful for what I hope to do in the future. Of all the well-known pastors and theologians I’ve met over the years, I have to say that McLaren is probably the most approachable. He’s had this “Hey, guys, what’s going on? Can I play?” smile on his face for the last three days.

Hmmm…I’m too distracted to blog anything else.

VT shootings

I was in and out while Rachel was watching American Idol today, and I saw the judges make comments on Chris. At the end of the comments, Chris made a shout out to friends at VT. I think Simon thought that was an attempt to get votes after a lackluster performance, and he rolled his eyes. Later Simon went out of his way to, out of nowhere, make a comment about how all the judges were thinking about those at VT. Do you think a producer said something to him at a commercial break?

Teaching on a college campus, I feel pretty safe from an event like today. I mean, I guess a student can come kill me if he doesn’t like my grading, but the whole VT thing seems so random and senseless. Was there really any particular aim? Or was this a general desperation killing? I’ve always wondered how these people kill just a few people (or a small group) like they do. On a college campus, it would be easy to kill a hundred people in a large classroom. I thank God that it wasn’t worse than it was.

Killings like this go on around the world all the time. It’s common for this to take place in, say, Guatemala, where Mayan Indians are constantly massacred. We only hear about this massacre because it was here in America. We only care because they were Americans. I think we should care about Virginia Tech. But I think we should care about non-Americans that are massacred also. I wish I could believe that this will open our eyes to the other senseless killings around the world, but we are so self-absorbed that we think of this as an isolated event. If it’s not Americans being killed, we don’t care. This saddens me.

I hate that this will become a big political issue for gun control. I hate that they keep mentioning that he was an English major, not just because I teach English, but because I believe there is a specific reason they keep drawing attention to this. I am not sure which specific reason it is though; I can think of a few. The media just drives me nuts. I can’t imagine how his family feels. I think I would feel a bit exploited as a VT student. On the one hand, I would want the nation to understand my pain and grieve with me, as a nation should, but on the other hand, I wouldn’t want to be at the center of politics and money.

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