Sunday, December 29, 2013

A Voice in the Wilderness

(I had the privilege of sharing this message at St. Matthew's Lutheran Church in Paducah, KY on this last Sunday of the year.  It seemed appropriate to post it here as well.  Thank you to all the members at St. Matthew's for their gracious kindness and patience.  God's peace and blessing surround you in the coming year.)


The world is a crowded room filled with voices.  Voices nearby.   Voices from across the world.  Voices from the present.  Voices from the past.  Quiet voices.   Loud voices.   Authoritative voices.  Rebellious voices.  Happy voices.  Angry voices.  Countless voices.  Many of those voices are asking questions.  Some are giving answers.  Most just want to be heard.  Yet amidst all those voices, Christianity asserts that somehow, somewhere God is speaking.

But how will we hear his voice above the chaos?   In scripture, God's voice flashes like lightning from Mount Sinai (Exodus 19:19).  It roars from clouds of flame (Deut 5:22) and thunders from the mouths of prophets.   It whispers softly with the wind to Elijah (1 Kings 19:12-13) and echoes hesitantly from the lips of children like Samuel (1 Samuel 3:15-18).  It is found on the tongues of both good and evil men (Balaam: Num 22, Caiaphas: John 11:49-52).  How can we hope to know the voice of such a strange and wild and mysterious God?

Like you, I have spent much of my life listening for the voice of God.   One thing I have discovered: there is no shortage of voices who are willing to speak for Him.   They are Legion.  And they vary widely in their perspectives on God.   One of the greatest struggles of my faith has been the attempt to reconcile so many different voices; to distinguish, amidst all the words about God, which ones are the “Word of God.”

These voices come to us in concentric circles as we move outward in faith and relationship.   The first voices we hear, of course, are those closest to us.  The values, beliefs and ideals of family, friends and fellow community members have an overwhelming influence over us.   For some people, this will be the core of their faith.   Such faith can be a beautiful thing.   It can bring diverse communities together and maintain unity in the midst of conflict and division.   It gives us an identity.   It places us in a larger narrative, a story aboutus.”   God is “our God.”   Faith is the faith “of our Fathers.”

Such was the faith of the Israelite people.  Unfortunately, this kind of faith also created, for some of the Jewish leaders, a view of themselves as God's chosen people over and above the rest of the world.   When the Pharisees claimed special status as the descendents of Abraham, Jesus confronted their pride, saying, “God is able from these stones to raise up children to Abraham (Luk 3:8 NAS).”  Later in the OT, as well as with the Jewish leaders of the NT, we find the world divided culturally into two groups:   Jews and the Gentiles; us” and “them.”   It is a perspective that has proven all too common in our Christian communities as well, with sometimes devastating consequences.

Some people will be forced to move beyond this first circle faith.   For one reason or another they will be confronted with questions and difficulties that their inherited Christianity cannot answer.  Some will take the first reasonable answer that is presented to them.   They are not looking for “theanswer, they simply need “ananswer.   One that can accommodate their new questions.   It is no less faith for being practical.  Indeed practical faith is often the most productive.   However, such a faith is likely to find its “first reasonable answer” shouted on the loudest voices - simply because they are louder or more numerous.   But the loudest voices are rarely the most accurate or trustworthy.   Often, loud voices are just... loud.   Volume is a convenient substitute for validity.

Others will find themselves intimidated into submission by one voice or another out of fear.  Fear of social consequence.   Fear of failure.  Fear of an angry God.  Fear of the end of the world.   Fear is a club.  It is a tool for manipulation.   It does not require reason.  It doesn't even require a legitimate reason to be afraid.  Fear is easily manufactured.   Bogeymen and falling skies can be cobbled together from just about anything.

The voice of fear may be the most dangerous of all voices.  It has been used to justify the cruelest of actions in the name of God.  It has stripped away individuals' rights and freedoms... “for their own good.”   Wars, crusades and inquisitions are the legacy of fear.  Fear cannot create faith.   It can only ever be the basis of suspicion, doubt and paranoia.

No doubt some will cite scripture at me, “the fear of God is the beginning of Wisdom.”   But as the Apostle Paul observes 1 Corinthians 1:21, “In the wisdom of God, the world did not know God through wisdom.   So it pleased God through the foolishness of what we preach to save those who believe. (1Co 1:21 ESV).”   This foolishness is the gospel – the love of God expressed in Christ.  And as John writes in his first letter, “There is no fear in love...the one who fears has not been made perfect in love” (1 John 4:18).

It is no coincidence that the writers of the NT are so quick to understand Jesus and his gospel of selfless love as the “word of God.”  Early in the scriptures, we find God speaking directly to those who seek him (Adam, Noah, Abraham, Isaac and Joseph).   As time progresses, we find God still communicating his message through direct revelation, but now by way of a singular group of people known as the "prophets." Throughout the OT, the “word of God” is understood as this directly revealed message of God or the written record of it.  However, by the beginning of the book of Acts, the “word of God” has become virtually synonymous with Jesus' message and actions.  Jesus is the voice of God.

The question I have to ask is... Why?   Of all the voices speaking for God in first century Judaism, why did people listen to Jesus?   There were other “Messiahs.”   He was not the first to die for his cause (Acts 5:35-39).   There were other prophets, priests and kings.   Why should anyone listen to a homeless wandering rabbi who spent most of his time on the wrong side of the tracks?   Maybe it was the miracles.   Perhaps.   But miracles have a habit of being explained away.  Maybe it was his charisma.   Possibly, but crucifixion tends to rob a man of his attractiveness.   Maybe Jesus was simply at the center of the perfect religious storm.  Maybe.   Or maybe not.

One word comes up again and again in the scriptures when people listened to Jesus: “amazed(Mk 1:22, Mk 10:24, Mk 12:17, Mk 15:5).  His words weren't like other people's words.  They were upside down and backwards and no one could quite wrap their head around them.   Yet somehow people knew they were true.  Even the people who wanted him silenced seemed to know he was speaking the truth.   They just wanted him to shut up about it.

The scriptures tell us that humanity was created in the image of God.  There are lots of opinions about what exactly that means, but most theologians would agree that at least some part of God's image remains with us.  I believe that image within us still resonates with the things of God, a kind of “deep that calls out to deep” (Psalm 42:7).  Maybe it's broken.  It is clearly fallible.   But when people listened to Jesus, it lit up like a firecracker.   If God were to speak, they must have thought, this is what it would sound like.

Jesus' every word and action pointed to a God of selfless love.   His message was not about “us” and “them.”  It was simply about “us.”  A kingdom that welcomed anyone and everyone who was willing to share that welcome with others.   His voice was rarely loud.   But there was authority and power in it, because he spoke truth.   And though he had fearful words for the arrogant and self-righteous religious crowd, the Father Jesus spoke of was one who loved relentlessly and unconditionally... who forgave without measure.

The God we find in Jesus invites us into a Kingdom of love.  Not because he wants to be a king.  Rather because our lives are not just for ourselves, but for each other.  This God calls us not so much to what some call “sinlessness,” but to a life of selflessness in love. Selflessness is infinitely more difficult than “sinlessness.” We define “sin” externally. Sin is what “bad” people do. It is what “they” do. Selflessness applies exclusively to us... to me.  I don't like selflessness.   I'm not good at it.  That is how I know God is calling me to it.

How then can we know the voice of God?  It is the voice that sounds nothing like our own.  It thunders against our selfishness and self-righteousness.  It whispers softly that you are now and will always be intimately, unconditionally loved by God... and that love frees you to spend your own love on your neighbor... and even your enemy.  The voice of God is the voice that sounds like Jesus. Listen and follow.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Happy Thanksgiving! You're Going to Hell.

It is Thanksgiving morning and I am clearing leaves from the front lawn with my kids. I am clearing. They are jumping. Down our street strolls a smiling, fresh-faced dad with three children wistfully eyeing the massive piles of leaves strewn about our lawn. Recognizing that fall has magically transformed my lawn into the small-town equivalent of Disneyland, I tell my kids to rake up a fresh pile of leaves and invite them to join in the fun.

Following protocol, the father executes the standard career query. I explain that we're still new in town and that I'm currently teaching Driver's Ed, having spent the past 10 years in ministry. He too is a pastor, “a Southern Baptist preacher at a growing missional church I started called Illuminate.” Catchy. He's not into denominations, but “all good churches are Baptist.” I tell him I spent my ministry career in Baptist churches, but am not really committed to any one group these days. 


He begins to sermonize on absolute truth and hell. This will determine my orthodoxy. Not wishing to offend, I nod politely and respond that such topics are certainly difficult. He disagrees. He just believes what the Bible says. I know where he is going. I smile. He waits. Sighing, I explain that I am not a literalist. I believe the Bible to be authoritative but not inerrant, so my conclusions may differ from his. 


Smiling brightly, he speaks with exactly the tone I would expect from someone who just handed me a crisp new hundred dollar bill, “You know what your problem is, you probably aren't really saved.”


Color me illuminated. Following a brief but anatomically detailed analogy of homosexual and adulterous behavior, he explains that those who do not feel convicted about wrong beliefs or behavior do not have the Holy Spirit and are, therefore, not saved. I suggest the wrong behavior of apathy in many conservative Christian communities. He doesn't want to talk about that. I observe that it seems convenient to say that everyone who disagrees with you is going to hell. He doesn't want to talk about that either.


I tell him of my own faith in Christ. He is unconvinced. He interrogates me. Twists my words. Maneuvers the conversation to put me on the defensive. Apparently unable to find a suitable weak spot, he remarks, “Well, I guess it is possible to be saved and still be ignorant of the scriptures.”


I let his words hang in the air for a moment. With reservation, I respond that his inerrant, literal standard renders virtually the entirety of Western Christianity prior to the 18th century ignorant of scripture and probably condemned to hell.


“Don't be mad at me,” he says through the teeth of a car salesman.


Gee, why would I? I put on the smile I keep in my pocket just for car salesmen. “Since we began this conversation,” I gently point out, “you have called me both hell-bound and ignorant. You are unlikely to have many meaningful discussions with people if all your conversations go the same way.”


“Well, I did say a person can be saved and still not know anything about the scriptures.” 


I sigh. He calls to his kids and prepares to go. He reminds me of his name and wishes me a Happy Thanksgiving as he walks away. I return his sentiment and wave goodbye.


I imagine him shaking the dust off his feet as he returns home, praying for my soul, congratulating himself on a fine demonstration of Christian faith in the face of adversity. I think about how sometimes even faith can divide the world into “us” and “them” over the pettiest of things. I rake the remaining leaves into the ditch and set them afire. The flames dance, the heat and the smoke burn my eyes and lungs and skin and I think about hell and heaven and Jesus and judgment. 


I think about how those who are the most sure about hell seem equally convinced it is for those who believe or behave differently from themselves. I think about how powerful a motivator is fear. I think about 1 John 4:18, “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.” When only ashes remain, I walk slowly back home, thankful.