The Resurrection I’ve Seen

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Today was Easter.  Easter is a big deal.  We make a big deal of Easter.

It isn’t a big deal to a lot of people.  Easter for some people is no more than a day of candy, and for others it isn’t even that.  It’s just a day.

What’s the difference between Easter being a big deal and just a day?

There are a lot of easy answers to that question:

Knowing Jesus.

Being raised in a Christian culture.

Hearing the Gospel.

Intersecting with someone who has experienced God.

Experiencing God’s Spirit.

Being indoctrinated in the Christian faith.

 

The way you answer that question–or the answer you would pick from that list–probably indicates something about your relationship with Easter, as well.


 

Easter is Resurrection Day.  We make this the biggest day of the year, bigger than Christmas or Pentecost, because what we believe about God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit and ourselves and the world all hinges on this day.  They all hinge on the historical event that did or did not happen for which we claim this day.

A friend of mine who is a Christian told me recently, “I wonder if I believe this because I was raised with it.”  I think that’s a fair question to ask.  I don’t think it invalidates Christianity, but it is reasonable to consider whether, if you or I were raised in a Muslim country with four Christians among ten million people, would we have heard the Gospel?  Would we be Christians?

 If I’m honest, I then have to ask if I am the most difficult part of being a Christian for some other people.

The most difficult part, for me, of being a Christian is other Christians.  I will say that straight out.  If I’m honest, I then have to ask if I am the most difficult part of being a Christian for some other people.  I might be.  Sometimes I don’t believe what they believe or speak like they speak. Continue reading

Fighting for Hope: the Siren of Cynicism

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I’m back from a few days away. Not sure whether you missed reading this or appreciated the break.  I’m starting to get the rhythm of writing it; I feel out of sync when I go too long without posting anything.

There’s a lot going on at Christmas.  For some people, it’s the worst time of the year, when they (or you) are forced to remember what’s been lost.  For others, it’s the time they (or you) look forward to most, counting down from mid-October, soaking up the season, giving and getting and swinging and singing along to every carol.

When people are happy and you can’t look away, when you feel you have to accept the invitations and then make small talk and be of good cheer when it’s all ashes in your mouth and a lump in your chest, when the bonus five pounds aren’t a well-earned consequence of your celebration but an attempt to feel something else…then mostly you just want it to be over.  Screw this.  Then it is over for another year, and you feel bad for wishing the season of joy away, and bad about yourself for having needed to, and could we please just get on with gray January and let life go back to “normal,” sucky as it is?

That’s not my holidays this year, but I’ve been there.  We lived through a string of about 10 months in which every birthday, anniversary, holiday and three-day weekend ended up spent in the hospital with a sick baby.  I have friends who are living this bad dream right now, and it motivates me to pray for them when I read their latest crappy news and remember living in that tunnel.

the-labours-of-alexander-1950 Rene Magritte

Rene Magritte “The Labours of Alexander,” 1950

So now I’m going to throw a curveball:  Don’t give in to cynicism.

There are plenty of reasons to.  There are more than enough reasons to.  It’s valid to suffer depression during the holidays, and I mean even if you don’t have any big, clear external reason.  If you’re depressed, you’re depressed; feeling bad about yourself for feeling bad is the nastiest sinkhole available.

But taking the step into cynicism is not the way out.  The struggle with depression is always valid because it’s not our choice and most of us would trade in a millisecond with those who want to explain to us how to cheer up.  Cynicism is different than depression.  Depression is a physiological reaction, a biochemical issue with neurotransmitters in the brain, sometimes triggered by an external event, sometimes caused by an internal imbalance.  Cynicism is a decision.  Cynicism is a choice.

Cynicism means thinking the worst of others, of the world, of our future.  Cynicism is the view that things are bad now, but just wait…they’ll get worse.  Cynics know better than to hope for change, much less get their hands dirty trying to help it along.

There are reasons for cynicism.  Politics becoming increasingly hateful and corrupt, every new scandal, the blatant lies revealed and still nothing changing, can lead us to believe there is no hope.  Every article I read about police shootings, unarmed people being killed in cold blood by strangers who have carefully planned their slaughter, the pictures of Syrian refugees dying–almost always accompanied by comments that “we” are better off having them die far away than get to come here and blow up our children, these are temptations for me to say “(*&#(&@$!!!(@#(&8!#%@# the whole thing!”

But I believe cynicism is the cowardly way out. Yes, it’s hard to hope.  It’s costly to decide that things could be better and to continue looking for the good happening around us.  It takes courage to try to be part of making the world better.

I fight cynicism.  Honestly, the world sucks. I mean, it’s awful.  Children are starving to death and companies are selling their souls, poisoning water supplies and covering it up so they don’t have to pay to clean up and cut into shareholder profits.  I tend to make generalizations here, rather than reporting specifics, because I have no interest in getting bogged down in debates that obscure whatever point I’m trying to make.  But for example, someone in Houston, reportedly “Christian extremists,” set a mosque on fire on Christmas Day.  My place in the world is to help people know that God loves them (and you!) and delights in them (and still you!); this God I believe in tells us to love the poor, love our enemies, pray for people who hate and hurt us, and learn to love ourselves.  I hope they weren’t Christians who burned that mosque; I hope they don’t claim to follow Jesus and take credit for that atrocity.

There are some Christians who drive me insane.  I don’t think they show grace to others in how they live, they are very judgmental and highly controlling.  They are not the image of God’s love that I’m hoping people will see. They don’t set mosques on fire.  But the way they experience the God who is real in my life and the basis on which they seem to connect to that God leave me baffled.

At this point, I’m supposed to remind you that I am also some people’s worst-case representative of Jesus Christ.  And I suppose that’s true (there is a comment section, after all).  But my battle with cynicism isn’t over me.  My battle with discouragement is over me, over my hypocrisy and inconsistency and how I do the very thing I hate, while the thing I want to do, I do not do.  Yet I know I’m trying, and I’m trying in the right direction.  That, at least, I can say with confidence.  I’m erring on the side of Grace.

In the face of all this, it would be easier–it is the path of least resistance–to decide that there simply isn’t enough ground for hope, there aren’t enough people working for the good, God isn’t answering our prayers for change and things just keep getting worse, and therefore wisdom dictates that we hunker down, circle the wagons, and just narrow the Ark down to the folks like us who should make the cut.  Often cynicism masquerades as wisdom.

This is what I’ve got for you:  four reasons and a plea.


 

Reason One: There are a whole lot more people out there doing good than you realize.

They aren’t making headlines.  They aren’t seeking headlines.  They’re too busy investing their lives in making this sucky world better.  Some of them–probably most of them–have more courage than we can imagine, because they are looking through wide open eyes at how bad things really are, and still continuing to work to make changes.

A friend of a friend, whom I admire greatly, has worked for years on Native American reservations and now works in Washington D.C. to bring political attention to Native American issues. If there is ANY concern in all of U.S. culture or history that would justify cynicism and a jaded “screw you,” it is our nation’s genocide that we refuse even to acknowledge.  It’s bizarrely considered inappropriate and even unpatriotic to mention our ancestors’ (and, in the political realm, our) treatment of Native Americans.  Mark Charles remains hopeful and works for God’s healing and conciliation among the people of our nation.  If you have the courage, read Mark’s post on “The Doctrine of Discovery.”  It’s an education.

Two of my favorite people in the world have lived for the past 20 years in South Central Los Angeles, working for God’s transformation of their neighborhood.  They’ve defeated brothels and drug dens fronting as liquor stores, they’ve helped create celebrations and gatherings of their neighbors, they are currently fighting to stop a drilling site that is poisoning children in their community, and in all this they’ve been raising their family.  Unless you’re lucky like me, you don’t know Richard and Anna.  But they’re faithful and amazing and about as un-self-righteous as humanly possible.

A dear brother of mine, Jason, is an author.  He’s been a teacher and had a great impact on many young people.  He’s just completed his seminary degree.  He seeks to do good through writing fantasy novels.  There are endless options for how we can pitch in with our abilities.


 

Reason Two: Small things matter.

Today I preached on the passage in which the disciples try to stop people from bringing their children and babies for Jesus to bless them.   Those disciples “knew” that Jesus had more important things to do then lay his hands on babies’ heads.  Except he didn’t.  Except he made a point of correcting them and explaining that children should be allowed to come to him and not turned away.  God thinks children matter.  God thinks that giving a child a blessing, a loving touch, a moment of attention, matters enough to stop everything else.  If you don’t enter the kingdom of God as a child, Jesus says, you’ll never enter it.  Children matter.  Small moments of focused attention matter.

The principle at work here: it’s not really up to us to decide if the thing we’re doing is “enough.”  Working on “big things” or “small things” is in the eye of a Beholder far beyond us.  People matter, children matter, everyone God has created in His image matters to him, and therefore to us.


 

Reason Three: Christianity is like the worst possible world view to pursue reasoned cynicism.

You want to study Nietzsche or Camus, you can get the red carpet rolled out for you and a well-beyond-gentle nudge to die in the land of Cynics.  Hemingway can’t get you there fast enough for his satisfaction(“Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name…”).  If you believe everything we experience is a vale of tears, then you might feel vindicated in your dark view of reality.  But for the belief system that roots everything in conquering death after its deity has died, we simply can’t base negative conclusions on how things are going now.  Jesus declared a kingdom that turns the world’s values upside down, then triumphs over the world’s power through resurrection.  There is no point at which it is reasonable to say, “This isn’t working.”  Peter went back to fishing and the women showed up only to anoint the dead man’s body.  Then, then the angel asks “Why are you looking for the living among the dead?”

I could spend this whole blog piling up the reasons why trying to make any difference in the world is hopeless in the face of staggering numbers and horrific suffering.  From a Christian perspective, that only means that the stage is set for God to restore what is broken in His creation and redeem the suffering and tragedy that His creatures have caused one another.  Resurrection trumps.  Period.


 

Reason Four: God will bring justice, Jesus insists, through continuous, unrelenting prayer.

Jesus taught that the widow who was being denied justice cried louder for it, and eventually she wore out the judge overseeing her case.  He wasn’t moved by pity or compassion or the reawakening of a deep sense of justice; he just got worn down by her continuous demands.  Yet this is the model Jesus presents when he says, “Pray and you will get what you ask.  Knock and God will open the door for you, seek and you’re gonna find what you’re looking for.”  Jesus asks what sounds like a rhetorical question, “Will God delay long in bringing justice to his beloved who cry to him day and night?”  He answers, “I tell you, he will quickly grant justice to them.”  “But,” Jesus concludes, “when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?”

God will bring justice, Jesus insists, through continuous, unrelenting prayer.  I know that’s not always easy for us who seek justice to believe:  I’m not seeing much happening.  Does God really change things according to our pleas? Didn’t God already know what he was planning do do?  Did Moses honestly change God’s mind when Moses interceded for Israel?  Intellectually, I can tell you that’s hard to wrap my head around, but Exodus gives us that story and Jesus says, “Ask and you shall receive.”  He even makes the point that if imperfect, sinful parents know how to give good gifts to their children, how much more the perfect, loving Heavenly Father would give of his Holy Spirit.

 

There are many people already at work, doing great and small things that we can’t accurately measure but that advance his kingdom, God’s work cannot be stopped even by death but will always triumph through resurrection, and prayer is the greatest means of changing what looks unchangeable.

 


A Plea

We need you to throw in the gifts you have.  I need you to ante up. It’s easy to get discouraged and convince ourselves that our little parts don’t really add up to anything measurable.  Of course I would love to see you invest in the work in Nicaragua.  But when I say “I need you,” I mean that it helps me remain hopeful and encouraged when I see that you are finding a way that works for you.  When you refuse to let the lies and the propaganda and the spin get you down and instead insist on doing what must be done and that you can do–people see.  I see.  Doing the right thing all alone is often too hard to sustain, even when one’s faith is strong.  And once again, Christianity has wired into its DNA the answer: we exist in community, not as autonomous individuals.  We have analogies, like being different parts of the same body, to explain our roles and how we must work together. If you’re not in, then our body is crippled.
Hope is hard.  Cynicism is easy.  Giving up is simple, especially because it offers an opening for the selfishness that always taunts and lures:  “Everyone else is looking out for themselves, why aren’t you?  Fool.  You’re being generous while everyone else is getting all they can.”

Cynicism is also cowardly.  It asks no courage and lets us believe we are savvy while we hide.

Our world needs grace and it needs resurrection.

God loves to bring people into the dance, and the dance needs more partners; our world needs you.

Guns and People

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Everyone, or seemingly everyone, is arguing over gun control versus gun rights.  It’s a crucial topic.  When I read the arguments, it feels like the people debating live in different realities.  In one, having more guns makes us safer.  In the other, having fewer guns makes us safer.

It can’t be both.  Mr. McAvoy, best teacher I ever had (with apologies to all my other great teachers), taught us logic and this one can’t compute.  We can’t have more AND fewer guns; we can’t be safer with more and fewer guns.  One is right.  The other is wrong.

Now, right this second, as you’re reading this, I’m guessing you are preparing for what I’m about to say.  “Does he agree with me?  Is he on the right side?  Is he friend or foe?”

So here is my position:  Stop treating one another hatefully.  Please.  Stop brutalizing one another in your online arguments.  Are you arguing that way face to face with people?  Calling them idiots and morons and expletive-expletiving expletives?  If so, stop that, too.  I’m serious.  Please, stop.

Because a)No one ever, in the history of history, won an argument that way–“best name-calling wins”–no one’s heart was ever converted through being called a (&@#%(&, b)We need a revolution of kindness and compassion and empathy and that could start with not demeaning strangers or Facebook “friends.”

Is the issue of how we handle gun issues in the U.S. important?  Absolutely.  It’s crucially important.  Lives depend on it, innocent lives, students’ lives, preschoolers’ lives.  It’s too important for us to keep behaving like this.

Recently, a few friends and I, who occupy different places on the political spectrum, started a Facebook group.  It’s private.  We are attempting to discuss the issue of guns in the U.S. with people with whom we disagree, in a respectful, intelligent, rational manner, including doing research, presenting our findings, and listening to one another.  We just started, so I don’t have any great testimonies yet as to how much we’ve accomplished.  And yet, I do: we have been respectful and we are listening to one another. “How big of a factor is mental illness in mass shootings?”  One of our folks works with the mentally ill and has experience.  We’re learning.

Here is the truth that most people don’t like, taught to me by one of my lifetime best friends, after he did…years of research:  the statistics DON’T make a clear case for one conclusion or the other.  There are too many factors, too many numbers, and while it is extremely easy (and tempting) to cherry pick to make one’s case, the overall picture is much more ambiguous and difficult to interpret.  If that makes you angry, because you want your side of the argument to be right and obvious, I hear you.  I felt the same when he sent me all his findings.  But it isn’t.  Have you noticed that there are “conclusive” arguments thrown around all the time, about which states have more restrictive laws, what the trends clearly demonstrate, how in other countries it is so OBVIOUS that [Insert desired conclusion here].  Australia had a mass shooting in 1996, made their gun control laws much stricter, and have not had a mass shooting since then; Switzerland has one of the highest rates of gun ownership in the world, and has very low rates of violent crime.  But neither of those proves anything in regard to the gun debate in the U.S.  They don’t, in and of themselves, even prove anything about Australia and Switzerland.  They are correlations, but those simple facts do not prove causation.  For countries with millions of people, crime rates involve a complexity of factors that interrelate.  Australia has 24 million people, Switzerland has 8 million, and the United States has 319 million.

Yet we argue as if a)Switzerland has many guns, b)Switzerland has low violent crime rate, therefore c)many guns results in low violent crime rate.  Or a)Australia had a mass shooting and adopted stricter gun control laws, b)Australia has had no subsequent mass shooting, c)stricter gun control laws prevent mass shootings.  AND THEN we scream at each other when this “logic” fails to convert people to our truth.  We spit our truisms and act shocked when the other side can’t grasp the obvious.

These are real people we are arguing with.  These are people made in the image of God and adored by God.  These people are us.  I mean, we.  We are these people.  I, along with all of you, want never again to see that children have been shot in a school.  I want us to find a solution.  I want us to change this undercurrent in our culture from being so violent, so hateful, so destructive and self-destructive.

I am guessing you are not a mass murderer.  You are not going to commit the next school shooting.  So what can you do to stop the next one?

Refuse to contribute to or participate in the culture of mockery, hatred and illogic that has become the public debate over guns.  Treat others as you would want to be treated.  Listen.  Read the arguments and evidence produced by both sides.  Think beyond sound bites.  There is no simple solution.  But propagating a politics of hate, of making people who disagree with us the enemy, is a cause, not a solution.

Here is a crazy thought:  how we treat one another may do more toward finding a solution than whichever political stance we hold.  No, murderous, mentally ill people aren’t going to stop because we start speaking politely.  But somebody knows the person who plans to commit the next atrocity.  I don’t care if that sounds naive, it’s actually true.  I believe that our acts of kindness can transform people and I’m willing to bet you have a story to back that up.  We do have a large mentally ill population, which I fear is increasing.  Thinking together and problem-solving toward solutions for their plight will do more than getting righteously angry that someone disagrees with our stance.  It’s not as gratifying in the short-term.  It takes a lot more effort and time and costs us a lot more than typing out a flaming comment that our sixty friends who agree with us will “like.”

Here is a crazier thought:  it may be more important for us that we treat others with respect and kindness and civility than it is for the people whom we are addressing.  We are formed by the words we use; we are formed by the way we disagree.  We form our collective culture in large part through the sum of our interactions.  In the same way that forgiveness can most benefit the forgiver, my decision of how I treat the fool jackass fellow human being made in God’s image with whom I disagree could be the key to my transformation.

That’s what I think about guns and people: we need to love people, and I’m thinking about the guns.  I promise.  I hope you are, too.

 

For more insights into how we treat one another within social media, read this:  http://jaysondbradley.com/2015/09/03/3-ways-social-medias-turning-us-into-monsters/#sthash.Sy5bgW0D.dpbs