The Importance of Spiritual Disciplines

So, I am at this conference in Florida that will go unnamed (the wifi at this place blocked my blog, I must have sworn in it somewhere) and the first speaker was fine, but said the same thing that every speaker I have ever heard talk about church growth has said, "The key to being an effective minister is personal quiet times." I am going to go ahead and take the liberty to include all spiritual "disciplines" into this statement...and for the record, this particular speaker set the bar at a 1 hour daily quiet time.

The focus of this particular talk was that we, as ministers, need to be at the feet of the master and in the word in order to have the kernels of wisdom needed to minister effectively. That we can gain lifetimes of wisdom by learning from the testimony of the scriptures.

Seems like a fine talk, one that most of us in Christian circles have probably heard numerous times...here is my issue: All we need to minister effectively is the Spirit working within us and through us at the behest of the Father on account of Christ's death on the cross and subsequent resurrection. Reading the Bible, Prayer, Fasting, etc. are all good things that are necessary to the life of the believer, but they are not things we do in order to gain Christ. And if we are talking about ministering effectively, what else do we need to minister well? If there is anything we need to do beyond responding to the call of the cross in order to be used by God, then we are screwed.

The Spiritual "disciplines" are not disciplines at all, they are not something we train ourselves to do becuase we do not get anything from doing them. Let me say that again, we do not get anything from doing the spiritual disciplines . We sit at the feet of the Lord in prayer, fasting, and we read his word purely for his sake, not ours. We do it in response to the incredible, generous, and totally undeserved love that he has first shown us. It is only on account of his first loving us that we can ever hope to come to him in worship. Any benefit we perceive getting out of these actions are benefits that we have already freely received on account of God's work, not ours, regardless of whether or not we read the Bible, pray, or fast.

Firefly/Serenity

Alright, I must tell the world about this. If you want to know about leadership development and what a true priest, pastor, leader looks like, watch the "Firefly" series. It was put out by FOX a few years back and only lasted a season becuase they never gave what may be the most important show of all time a chance.

If you want a movie about the power and necessity of love and our lack of control (even as Christians) over sin, then watch the movie "Serenity," that came out as a conclusion to the series (hopefully there will be more to come, but who knows).

The movie has all the same characters as the series and it is wonderful. Give it a shot, especially if you have Netflix. Well worth your time.

If you watch it and love it and want to talk about it. Email me or respond here and we will talk. It is incredible and a tremendous resource for the church.

Are We Able to Let Go?

We are seeing a continuing shift of center of the Christian Church. More and more of our brothers and sisters in Africa and Asia are coming to know the Lord while the Western church communities are in decline.

Along these lines, there is an excellent opportunity offered by an African theologian Kwame Bediako in his book, Christianity in Africa. Bediako suggests that the shift in the Church is not from the West to the South and East, but a shift to include them.

The universal church does not need a linear unidirectional theology eminating from one center, but a pattern of centers understanding theology in context and culture creating an overlapping system of theology that makes room for different perspectives and understandings.

I think this is of the utmost importance for us in the West because if we are not willing to let go of our staunch propositional beliefs and our hold of the center of our faith, then we are going to be left behind instead of joining in the ever increasing universality of God's Church as described in Rev 7.

I hope we can let go of our own agendas and really ask ourselves if we can trust that God is just as much in the midst of communities in different cultures and traditions. Can we really let go and be a unified Church? And if we are able to accept the beliefs and interpretations of those in other countries, can we also do that for those here at home? Are we willing to let go of control and allow belief in Jesus to be the basis for our communion? Or are we going to make dogma the basis?

What If We're Wrong?

I continue to go over the issues plaguing The Episcopal Church. I consider the looming split in our communion over the issue of sexuality (and I am convinced it is an issue of sexuality and not an issue of the authority of scripture) and I wonder why the Communion cannot even entertain the idea that we may be wrong.

We no longer worry about whether someone has been baptized more than once, we are simply concerned that they are baptized. We believe that only one baptism is necessary, but if the church decided that we must be baptized again as adults, would we split over it?

The Trinity is one of the most confusing doctrines in the church, if some of us decided we believed in modalism, would we split?

These are issues that were such a big deal to the early church that they wrote responses into the creeds and yet now I doubt it would create the crisis that we have today.

What if we're wrong?

When Did Church Growth Become the Focus?

I have spent most of my Christian life convinced that the most important factor in a church is growth. Everyone insists that numbers are not what is important, but it is all we care about. There is no way around the fact that ministers with congregations of 4000 feel better about themselves and their ministries than those with 40 people. Something must be wrong with the community if it is not growing, right? If there is not multiplication or growth then someone is not doing their job or some strategy or approach is not working, right? IF this is the case, it is time for a new pastor, right? Is that not the impression most people get? The pastor's job is to "get it done."

When did church growth become the focus of our Christian communities and, more importantly, of our pastors?

We are told to bear good fruit by Paul, “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.” (Galatians 5:22-23). There is nothing in this list about more Christians or church growth. How do we get from this description of fruit to an understanding of fruit being people (see also Eph 5:9)?

What about the Great Commission, "As you are going make disciples of all nations, baptizing in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to obey all that I have commanded" (Matt 28:19-20). Make 2, 5, 500? When I think of Jesus' life I do not think of chruch growth. I can think of a number of situations where he was less than sympathetic to some who were interested in his message. Jesus seemed to be much more concerned with his 12 and especially his 3 than he was with growth. I have heard stories of whole stadiums of people being converted in a couple hours at evangelical rallies. Surely Jesus could have converted the whole world in the 3 years of his ministry or at the very least the 33 years of his life? Why didn't he?

What about the Great Commandments? “And he said to him, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the great and first commandment. And a second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself.” (Matthew 22:37-39). Doesn't sound much like church growth to me.

Let me be clear, I am not saying that church growth is unimportant, nor am I saying that God does not care about an increase in the Kingdom. Of course he does. What I am asking is why our pastors and priests focus so much on strategies and methods and ways to grow our churches and why they (we) stress out so much about how many people are coming to church?

Maybe the question can be asked simply, "Why do we default to church growth as our litmus test?" If we are part of a loving, joyful, and peacful congregation, but are not seeing growth, why do we immediately think something is wrong? Do we leave room for God to be in control and consider that we do not see the bigger picture?

Control is at the heart of this issue I am conviniced. I can think of nothing more contrary to the gospel than control. If we are God's servants who desire God to be in control of our lives and the world, then any attempts by us to maintain or take that control is outright rebellion. Why are we strategizing so much about church growth and correcting the weaknesses in our communities that limit church growth? Why are we continually looking at the biggest and "most successful" churches to see how they do it? How does that have anything to do with being the church? (I am indebted to PZ on this point, thank you).

What if we believed that pastors and priests are called to the ministries that they are a part of? What if we believed that God was in control of our lives and our churches? What if we believed that church growth was his department? What if our desire was not church growth, but to be faithful in the little things of each day? What if we actually did not worry about tomorrow, but let it worry about itself (Matt 6:34)? What if we gave up on our 5 year, 10, year, 50 year strategic goals and instead focused on love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control? What then?

Educating Ourselves Out of the Kingdom

I recently spoke at a Junior High retreat where I was responsible for communicating the gopsel message to a group of teenagers. By the end of the retreat there was an opportunity to say yes to the gospel (pretty standard formula) and many responded.

Often times, at retreats like these someone will tell those who made "first time decisions" that if they died tomorrow they would now go to heaven. This statement is made assuming that they do not stop following Jesus or believing that he is Lord. This is the context into which I was first introduced into the Kingdom of God and while I have my own issues with it, I do not deny that this kind of experience affected the outcome of my life completely and totally.

Flash forward to adulthood.

We now have huge divisions in the Church over sexuality (especially the Episcopal tradition). We even find ourselves saying that those who believe that same-sex unions are valid and God ordained are not Christians and do not follow Jesus anymore. The funny thing is, many of them probably came into the Church much like those kids this weekend and much like me. When they told us we were going to heaven as long as we continued to follow Jesus, it wasn't dependent upon our interpretation of passages in Leviticus or Romans about sexuality, it was on our interpretation of certain passages in Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John (and some less controversial passages in Romans).

I am finding a discrepancy in the reasoning of the Evangelical tradition that tells a seventh grader, "if you were to die tomorrow you would go to heaven," and then tells them when they are adults, "you think homosexuality is okay so you cannot be a Christian, you clearly do not believe in the authority of scripture or Jesus." What about the verses in Leviticus about wearing clothes of two materials or those in Corinthinas and Timothy about women in ministry? How can we be so quick to cast people out of the church when they have not renounced Jesus or his forgiveness on account of his death and resurrection? Are there not things we do now that we will find out later were sinful even though we thought the Bible was okay with it? Does that mean we no longer love Jesus and that we can no longer be part of the same church or serve under their authority if they happen to be a bishop?

If this is the way we are going to handle the church entrusted to us, maybe those evangelical retreats need to be long enough to make sure new believers know every correct interpretation of the scriptures before they leave the building. Since this is not possible by any means, should we then start telling them that they need to make sure they come up with the right interpretation as they study the scriptures and walk through life lest they run the risk of educating themselves out of the Kingdom?

We need to trust that God is in control of his church and that those who faithfully follow him will be led into all truth. Otherwise we are lost.

The Wheat and the Chaff

"The people were waiting expectantly and were all wondering in their hearts if John might possibly be the Christ. John answered them all, “I baptize you with water. But one more powerful than I will come, the thongs of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire. His winnowing fork is in his hand to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his barn, but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire.” And with many other words John exhorted the people and preached the good news to them." (Luke 3:15-17)

This is always preached as Jesus separating people from other people as he separates the wheat from the chaff. I find that Protestants (myself included) seem to be very ready to separate people and judge between who are Christians and who are not and this is one of the passages I find used in this way more often than not.

The thing about this passage is that John is responding to people who desire the Messiah and who desire to repent. They are tax collectors and soldiers (the dregs of Jewish society) coming out to see John and inquire about him. There is no rebuke here, there is only the preaching of the good news.

What if this passage is not talking about the judgment of people as much as the ultimate separation from our fleshly, sinful selves from our holy sanctified selves on the last day. What if the winnowing fork is not separating the sheep from the goats, but rather the holy and redeemed us from the sinful and dark us once and for all.

As far as the analogy is concerned, it makes more sense, doesn't it? The wheat and the chaff are part of one plant, just as the good and the bad are part of one person. There are not Christians destined for glory walking around with sinners damned to hell hanging on them awaiting separation. Instead, there are people who desire God and who seek him out and they will find him because he wants to be found. On the last day there will be a judgment and there are plenty of passages to talk about that, but why not take this one to talk about the freedom that Christ brings to separate us from our darkness that destroys us?

I Have Failed My Fellow Man

I had the opportunity and pleasure to be seated with the 141st Diocesan Convention of the Episcopal Diocese of Pittsburgh. I was an non-voting member, but was given a voice on the floor. I regret that in the flurry of the debate and motions of amendment on Resolution 1 (Diocesan Request for alternative Primatial oversight) I did not use that voice.

The Diocese of Pittsburgh is overwhelmingly conservative and orthodox in its theology. There was no chance that the resolution to seek alternative Primatial oversight was going to be rejected.

A spokesperson for the twelve non-consenting, more liberal, parishes in the Diocese, motioned for an amendment to the resolution that would have provided these twelve parishes the opportunity to remain in Region 3 of the Episcopal Church and to continue to give their regional assessment contribution to the national church as opposed to another Anglican Archdiocese. There were actually two amendments that were proposed that offered this provision and both were rejected with little discussion. I was tremendously disappointed.

These people were simply asking for a concession to be recognized and permitted to continue to walk with the national church while our diocese actually breaks canonical law (so far as I can tell) and they were given no provision.

What distresses me is that those who voted against these amendments today were the same people whom I stood with at General Convention 2003 while those in power (the liberal arm of the church) granted no concession to a weak and powerless conservative voice. I remember our outcry at the decisions made and feeling like we were disregarded out of hand and given no real voice or provision. Now, I find the same situation where we have the opportunity to set the record straight and all I witnessed was what can only be considered as an incredible bout of amnesia. In this Diocese, we are the ones with the power and we refused to concede our ground to the powerless. Depressing to say the least.

This post is a call for the church to stand with the weak and powerless. A call for us all to remember that we are a people who are great on account of our meekness. A people who are strong in our weakness. And this only because our Lord himself took on flesh and was discounted, deserted, tortured, and killed in order that we may share in his victory.

I take the lead of one of my most dear mentors, that it is only when the powerful lay down their rights and power for the powerless that true reconciliation can be achieved.

My First True Regret

A bit of a forward...I am not sure what I think about regrets at this point in my life. I am not sure if I regret everything in my life or nothing at all and I am not sure what the better outlook is (if one is better than another). On one hand I do regret all the bad decisions I have made, but in a larger sense of who I am today because of God's grace in all of the decisions I have made and all the actions I have taken.

That said, I feel that this week has left me with my first true regret. It has put my life in a whole new perspective. This week I realized that there is going to be no chance for any real reconcilliation between Kathryn and I do not know how to accept it. Something I have always held onto is that reconcilliation is always possible, even in the worst of situations. My experiences have given me hope that no matter how badly a relationship is damaged, there is a hope for redemption. Today I realized that hope is all but hopeless. It is difficult to sort though.

The Boys of Summer (aka I Like Like Summer)

Before last night's show, it had been almost a year since I had last seen Like Summer in concert. That show at The Quiet Storm was one of a kind. We just sat there listening as they were allowed to play well beyond their original set. They just kept on going, taking requests and playing without worry, songs they hadn't practiced in years. That was a good night for me. Just like yesterday was a good night for me.

Since their beginnings, Like Summer has been one of those bands whose history has always been intertwined with my life. There isn't a show or a song that doesn't take me back to a beautiful time in my life and I love it. There is a nostalgia in their shows that sometimes causes me to drift off and stop paying attention at times. I can't quite describe it. Their music will never get old for me. It will always take me back to the first summer after I graduated where I lived with the band on Jane Street in the South Side while they stumbled into the Pittsburgh music scene. It will take me back to the times when at any given moment you could pick up one of two or three guitars that were resting against the wall downstairs and start playing. Times of Steve and I standing in the kitchen making some milk-free dinner while we talked about who knows what. Times of private concerts in our upstairs room while Steve played through some of his new songs.

So last night when we partied at Peter's house and eventually sat down to an intimate sing along with Steve and Ben, it was just like old times listening to the songs from back when you only had to go upstairs to hang out with any of them.

Maybe I am just a groupie. I don't know. But everytime I see the Boys of Summer play, it is a good day.

Blessings and Encouragement

I just posted on the Three Nails website about a most curious experience. The post is called "For Thereby You Have Entertained Angels Unawares". You can read about my last day with David there. I am posting it here because I want to share the story with more people and becuase I want to expand a little on my own personal experiences these past few months in a venue that is not as sensitive as the three nails blog.

The past few months have been miserable for me in many ways. It has simply been very difficult to get on between all the different jobs and school and the ordination process, etc. It is only this past week or so that I have felt like I have been coming out of it in some regards. This last 24 hours have been some of the most encouraging time that I can remember. I have been feeling like we have been "playing church" more than being the church. That half of the people I know want us to fail because we arent doing things right and the other half are looking to us as the hope for the future church and we are here just trying to be real and authentic Christians in a dark and broken world.

It is tough when you feel like you are spinning your wheels and that all you have is not good enough. David's visit and encouragement is incredible. For him to say that we are an honest, real group of people who do our religion a great service is the kind of statement that drives the soul onward. For him to take notes during Megan's life story and initially believe that she was only going to be honest to a point and then for her to launch into the gritty details leaving him with nothing negative to say about it is refreshing.

I know what we have to offer the world...the cross and Christ crucified, but many times it feels that we are not really offering that. The days that God reminds us that we are still walking his path are good days.

Questions of Call

So, as of late last month I am an aspirant of the Diocese of Pittsburgh and I have my Postulancy interviews in March. I find it ironic that now that I have finally gotten around to starting the process I am questioning my call more than ever...maybe that is not quite right. I cannot say that I am actually questioning my call. I still know this is where the Lord is leading me, but the commitments that I have right now are starting to wear on me. The three jobs on top of my full-time school load is too much, I don't see how I can cut back anytime soon.

I cannot stop school if I ever want to finish the ordination process that I recently started and I cannot pay for school even with the two paying jobs that I have now. So I am piling up debt in order to finish school, so that I can be ordained, so that the church that I am helping to pastor (my third job albeit unpaid) can be permitted to celebrate the sacraments properly within the Episcopal tradition from which we were born.

This is all in addition to trying to figure out if I should propose to the woman I am dating (I can write that here, it is no secret). She keeps getting the short end of the stick because she is the only commitment without a deadline. As harsh and insensitive as that sounds it is the truth. I am having a hell of a time with the fact that I am that man that does not have time for his family.

Well, sorry that my only post in a month is a bitchfest, but sometimes you need to put some things out there and this is where I do it. For those looking for more theological discussion, I am sure that will come in the following weeks. I am taking a January intensive this next week on the theology of Paul, which will foster some good conversation.

When Did I Stop Believeing in Magic?

I saw the first installment of the Chronicles of Narnia yesterday with Three Nails and I found myself holding back tears on a number of occasions. The interesting thing is that it was not at the "emotional" times. It was not the plot that shook me up. It was the setting and the portrayal of Narnia. Everytime the Pevensies stepped through the wardrobe I was overwhelmed becuase I found myself watching a well imagined world of fantasy. A world that I know does not exist and yet a world that I believe does exist. In many of Lewis' books he depicts a supernatural/spiritual world as a foil to our natural/physical world. A world that may not be true, but portrays truth all the same. As I was watching this particular depiction, I started remembering all of the things that I believed when I was little. All of the imaginary things that I later found out did not exist. It made me sad becuase I knew that I had stopped believing in magic.

I worship a God who is beyond what I can test by taste and touch and smell. I worship a God who is king over all of the universe and over all the heavens. I worship a God who has created all that I see out of nothing and this God does not make sense if I ascribe strictly to the world of "reality."

I was touched by so many parts of the Narnia because it reminded me that I do believe in things unseen. I cried becuase I do believe in the deep magic that has set me free from death.

I hope that I never forget because depression and death are all that await me in the world of "pure science."

Feeding the Poor

Dreamer gave me a call the other day to say he was out of jail and to ask for some money.

Dreamer is someone I met a couple of years ago who has been living on the streets since he was 14. He has a history of drug abuse and has had a very rough go at life. Dreamer stayed with us at Jane Street for a couple months before heading down to Florida for the winter (he spent Christmas with my family at my grandmother's...that was interesting). I have run into him on multiple occasions since then that have been a little more than "coincidence." God's hand has been on our relationship since it began. Until this week, he had never asked me for money.

He called to ask for some money for some basic needs stuff. Of course, being the good Christian steward of my money, I asked him if there were things I could buy him so that I did not have to send money. I have been conditioned to never give money because of course they (by "they" I mean the homeless and destitute) are going to buy drugs and alcohol. So, instead we give food and blankets and other necessities so that they can use the money other people give them for drugs and alcohol...but at least our conscience is clear.

I am sick of trying to justify that model against the model that Christ gave us. Give to those who ask of you...There are no stipulations. Sure, you can tell me that that was a different time under different circumstances as today, but the reality is that the command was to love and to give generously. The truth is that I have plenty of addictions that I use my money to feed daily. They may not be drugs and alcohol, they may not appear so sinister, but they are destroying me all the same.

What would happen if we started spending some of the money we use to feed our shopping, food, and entertainment addictions to actually give to the poor in an unpatronizing way. There is no way that I could talk to Dreamer today and tell him that I will send him anything but money and it not be completely patronizing. Here is a man whom I know, a man who comes to my house every time he is in town, a man that was totally honest with me as to why he got thrown in prison, a man who until now has never asked me for money, a man who greatly desires to be free of his addiction. God forbid, but I am going to give him some money. I can't keep self-righteously judging everyone that I see on the street anymore. It is getting hard to sleep at night.

Quote "Stepping Out in Faith"

The idea of "stepping out in faith" has come up in a couple different contexts this past week and I it is intrinsically connected with the concept that in our spiritual walks we meet God halfway. I have heard people talk about this so many times and I admit that I have described life like this myself, but I am coming to realize how deceptive and destructive this mindset is.

I have noticed in my interactions with my friends that this kind of thinking leads to one of two ends: agnosticism/atheism or depression. Here is my line of thinking...

In my experience there is some point in the life of every Christian (who believes that God meets them halfway) when they bottom out. They begin to feel that God is not there. In my experience, this leads to one of two places, either they believe that they are faithfully halfway and God is not there to meet them or they trust that God is faithfully halfway and they must just not be able (as hard as they may try) to make up their half of the trip. The first leads one to disown God because who wants a God that does not keep his end of the bargain. The second leads to depression because no matter how hard we try we never make it where we are convinced we should be able to go.

It may take some decades to get to the point of crashing and falling into one or the other, but I am convinced it will happen given enough time in our brokenness.

Instead of this model, I believe (and this has been a freeing notion to more than just me) that we are bound in our sin and are not capable of going halfway. I believe that we are not even capable of going anywhere and it is God that must come the whole way to us. That is why Jesus came and died for us, because God knew he had to do it all and Christ provided the way for him to reach out completely to us in our deadness and sin. God comes the whole way and sets us free and it is him alone that carries us into glory with him, not of our own work, but solely by his.

Life Together in Intimacy

Let me tell a story about my mom and dad...

My dad likes to sit in his den in the basement and be alone much of the time he is at home. For whatever reason he is most comfortable downstairs. Sometimes he even watches the same thing on his TV in the basement that we are watching in the living room. This is not every night, but many times this is the case. On nights such as these, he will come upstairs, at some point, and sit down with us. We will be sitting on the couch and he will sit down on the love seat which makes an "L" with the couch. He will sit there all night with us if he is left alone. However, most times, my mom will encourage him to come and sith "with us," meaning on the couch with us. He always does so and, inevitably, will get cramped or uncomfortable and want to leave. He will typically go downstairs within the next 30 minutes.

My thoughts...

My dad probably wants to have time by himself, but will come up and spend time with his family at least once or twice a night (more that most fathers I have encountered) becuase he loves us and wants to be with us. To what degree should we let him give what he is comfortable giving? Is it our job to encourage him to give more or is it our job to gladly receive what he offers and pray and hope that God will draw him out?

I ask these things and wonder becuase sometimes I feel like my dad on the love seat and sometimes I feel pressured to get off the love seat and give more. I have always felt that giving more was what I was supposed to do. I should work harder to give more because that is what God wants, right? That is what the good Christian does, right? As a Christian, I am expected to do more that I want and to give of myself until there is nothing left. What if I am tired and exhausted of giving more and just want to be allowed to stay on the couch once in a while? Am I a bad Christian? Am I a bad boyfriend? I feel like the answer is Yes! I am a terrible boyfriend and a terrible Christian. Relationships are all about giving of ourselves and valuing the other greater than ourselves and serving and giving and dying for one another...but it has been me who have been attempting the doing and thus I am exhausted and disparaged.

I feel, deep down, that it must be God who is doing the doing and not me, but I don't know what that looks like. I don't know how to let myself be who I am becuase that person is not good enough. What I am ever more coming to understand is that that person is never good enough. It must be God in us who works and moves us to love others and to die to ourselves, but what is life supposed to look like while that is not happening?

I am torn. Part of me wants to give all of myself and be the most amazing boyfriend ever (esp. as thoughts of being a husband continue to form) and the other part of me is tired of being-or trying to be-someone I am not because I am not the best boyfriend ever...Sometimes I just want to be left to sit on the love seat, but Jesus never stayed on the love seat...

...and Kathryn deserves much more than a man who just wants to say on the love seat.

The Trinity

Here is something I just wrote in a paper for my chruch history class and I wanted to post it for comment and feedback. This is a bit of an amalgam of some of the things I have read as well as some of the recent conversations I have had. I am interested to hear what people have to say about it (if you do).

So, as I understand it, there is the Godhead who in his perfect unity of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit has, in his infinite love, made room in his community for his Creation. The purpose of this Creation is to participate in the reciprocal, mutually giving and receiving relationship that is perfectly expressed in the Trinity itself. As we join in relationship with the triune God through the person and work of Jesus Christ we begin to properly relate one another and with the rest of Creation (not just people, but the world we relate within) with the final end of rejoining in the perfect perichoresis, or dance, of God and Creation.

A New Dichotomy

It has been too long since my last post...too much time spent doing classwork and not enought time spent thinking about it. However, I was at a discussion with Tony Jones (an author involved in the emergent movement) tonight, and it got me thinking about the prevailing transition to "both/and" from "either/or." I have always been a fan of this switch, but tonight has me questioning the "both/and" understanding. What if it isn't a "both/and" either, but a "yes, but."

Perhaps what I hear most from the emergent conversation is that friendship is the heart of good theology, that the conversation is truth, and that the truth of the gospel is found as it is made incarnate in culture. For the most part I agree with this and much of what is said in emergent circles, but I feel like no one there is willing to say that there is an absolute truth. Even though I don't believe that anyone can fully understand the immense truth of God, I do believe that the immense truth of God is absolute. There is so much fear that the idea of an absolute truth will be oppressive and will be forced upon people and I think it is a reaction to something that has occured more than it is a reality. Sure, when we believe we have the absolute truth of God figrued out bad things happen, but that is not a reason to disregard the idea of it all together. If we do then we tend to find ourselves having a conversation about an amorphous good instead of a conversation about the truth of God. Foundations are not bad, Jesus talks about them more than once, it is when we place our theology on the wrong foundation that we trip ourselves (and too many other people along with us) up.

All this is to say that I was thinking about the idea of looking at situations and theology as a "yes, but" instead of a "both/and" and here is what I mean. When someone asks me if there are requirements to be a Christian, I no longer want to try and dodge the question and try to convince them that that is the wrong question. Instead, I want to say, "Yes there are, but I do not completely understand what they entail and I am not as concerned with how you measure up to them as I am about who you are and how you are doing."

Wow...

...its good to be home. Great trip, I missed everyone so much.

Prague and the Bone Church

Took a day trip out to Kutna Hora today with Kathryn to see the Ossuary or Bone Church. It was an old mortuary that was overloaded after the plague swept across europe and a lot of exhumed bones were left piled up around the church. At some point an artist came along and redesigned the chapel with the addition of sculptures, tapestries, chandeliers, and other decor made out of human bones. It was pretty amazing. we have a bunch of pictures and a short video of the place. very exciting.

And can I take this time to bitch about how much of a pain it is to tzpe when the z and the y kezs are switched around...oh, and I cant make apostrophes or question marks either, sorrz about that.