Yesterday, Monday, the church gathered to celebrate the Life and Resurrection of a saint. Miss Trula, by all reports, was truly a saint in Fieldale and its surroundings. Though I did not know her personally, the more than a hundred that gathered did. I saw in them, and her children and grandchildren, the fruit of her life. And that is the glad news and also the admonition to remember that we all leave a legacy of one kind or another. Miss Trula left a legacy of joy and hope of life in surrender to Christ. Let us go and do the same. Amen.
What does it mean to live a life where Christ is the mediator between all of us? Can we seriously hate another if Christ is the mediator between us and our enemy? Can we seriously condone violence against another if Christ is the mediator? The same Christ is first mediated from the Cross?
Some wise words from Mike Glenn, on the Scot McKnight site; “I think too many of us forget this in our everyday living. We get so busy rushing from moment to moment, we never stand still long enough for the Presence of Christ to seep through us into the moment. We’re constantly distracted by our gadgets and social media. We always have to be at the next place, and rarely do we fully disengage from the place we just were.”
Thursday evening and Friday evening, I had the pleasure to attend the Brady Theology and Lecture Series at Northern Seminary in Chicago. The speaker this year was Reggie Williams, a gifted writer, Bonhoeffer’s Black Jesus, and a gifted speaker. He spoke eloquently and vividly about how Dietrich Bonhoeffer, a White Aryan brilliant theologian at a very early age, engaged the Black Church at Abyssinian Baptist in Harlem, NY in 1930-31. That one year encounter dramatically changed Bonhoeffer’s understanding of engagement with race and ethnic social-economic issues in his homeland of Germany. It led one to think of how if more White evangelical churches engaged with their Black counterparts how we could find new answers to racial hatred in this country.
Also significant for me was the panel discussion that was held on Friday morning in the last session. The conversation of what the Black church experiences brings to the table of for formation of both Whites and Blacks was very interesting, especially the comments of David Swanson, a White pastor of a multi-ethnic church in Chicago. He spoke from a reserved and humble position of the need for White pastors and congregations to engage the Black faith community with equal parts of humbleness and submission to their engagements in the community rather than assuming superior positions of power due to one’s Whiteness.
One can listen to the panel discussion on the Northern Seminary Facebook page. https://www.facebook.com/northernseminary. It is well worth the time.
I am not against reading the Bible in public. I frequently read my Bible at a local coffee shop or restaurant. I have even encouraged Bible study in such public places. But we always came together as a community of faithful Christians.
President Trump has recently spoken out in favor of bringing back reading of the Bible, as an elective, into public class rooms. I am not in favor of this idea. I agree with another blogger and Ordained Elder in the United Methodist Church, Alan Bevere, who wrote:
First, the Bible is not America’s book; it is the church’s book and must be taught in the context of the faith community. I have said it before and will say it again: America is not a Christian nation nor has it ever been. There is only one Christian nation in existence and that nation is called “church.” 1 Peter 2:9 states to the churches in Pontus, Galatia, Cappadocia, Asia, and Bithynia, “But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s own people, in order that you may proclaim the mighty acts of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.” http://www.allanbevere.com/2019/01/scripture-refracted-or-should-bible-be.html I recommend reading his entire posting, as he gets into more detail than I will hear.
I have for many years now, after having attempted individual Bible study myself, to promote Bible reading only in community. I have seen too often how much damage can be done by both independent Bible study and study in groups outside of the formation Christian community. I have been led astray in my own individual pursuit, and only because I joined a caring Christian community, the church, was I able to be brought back and gain more solid footing in understanding the nature of the Bible witness.
In the 1970’s, I also took a course on the Bible as literature in a public university. I enjoyed the class, but I realize in hindsight, how it also failed ultimate purpose of the Bible as Scripture – the formation of a Christian soul. It was still not until the end of the Twentieth Century that I realized the seriousness of this error.
Thus, I can not support a move to bring Bible reading back to public schools. Instead, I would like to bring Bible reading back to Christian families in accord with a Christian community. I believe, our illiteracy in the Bible begins there, not in public schools. Christians, we need to make both prayer and reading of the Bible a primary function of our family life, along with regular attendance in the one true Christian state, the Church.
To sum it up, I let Bevere speak again:
In other words, the Bible cannot simply be taught “in terms of its historical context.” It must be embodied by those who have decided to follow Jesus. And those who follow Jesus do not become Americans; they become Christians and they belong to the nation called “church.” If studying the Bible results in anything less, it is not a true lesson in Bible literacy.
I have found a new United Methodist blogger to follow. His recent posting, Advent, Christmas, and the Miraculous, Part 1, is an excellent presentation of the work of Charles Taylor’s important opus: A Secular Age. Having read John K.A. Smith’s book on Taylor’s work, I recognized his presentation to be point on. Enjoy:
To write or talk about any subject, clarity of terms is absolutely necessary. So in order to speak to others about discipleship and disciples, clarity is necessary for agreement on the term. That will help determine expectations as people journey together on the journey called discipleship.
So first we are calling discipleship a journey. It was a journey for those who Jesus called from the seashore and tax tables. It is about traveling and venturing and even about risk.
Discipleship is a life style where lives honor God at work, play, and as we engage the world.
Disciples take responsibility for their own spiritual growth by opening themselves to the work of the Spirit.
Disciples are mentored, and mentor others on paths of discipleship.
Disciples learn how to use their gifts, talents and resources to serve others, living within margins in order to increase blessings for the others.
Intentional discipleship has been on my mind more and more these late summer days. Mostly because, I have assigned myself the task of developing some thinking about discipleship and how to proceed intentionally for Redland Church.
As frequently is the case, some word or thoughts come along by others which help me think deeper and wider and more intentionally about it. Such is the case today. I reviewed a post by Ben Sternke on his blog this morning which seemed very appropriate. I liked that he referred to Dallas Willard, one of my go-to-people on all things discipleship. And I liked that Ben pointed the reader away from program thinking to relationship thinking, which is something I have been practicing as I “disciple” or “mentor” young single adults over the past few years.
Here is his blog to see for yourself. https://gravityleadership.com/what-is-discipleship/#comment-2731
Recently, very recently, a friend of mine posted a picture on Instagram of a “manna bag.” Or more specifically, a display, at a conference, of manna bags. My interest immediately was piqued by the display. So I went to Google to discover more. https://www.lifecreativelyorganized.com/make-manna-bags-for-the-homeless/
In my research, I discovered these Manna Bags are commonly a gallon plastic bags filled with a variety of items including non-perishable food items. The purpose of these bags are as handouts to homeless people, especially the ones who stand at intersections with their hand-made sign stating “Homeless. Will work for food”. A local one is “Homeless. The Challenge is Real.”
Then, I immediately went about making my own bags, loosely based upon the model I found on line. Then I taught a group of middle schoolers about manna in Exodus 16, which we expanded it Elijah and the widow, to Jesus and feeding 5,000, to Matthew 25, Paul and Barnabas collecting for the saints of Jerusalem, soup kitchens, the Salvation Army, and Rise Against Hunger, the Redland Outreach Center, and elsewhere the local community.
I found considerable joy in this exercise, especially in letting God lead through His work shared by another, to the guidance of the Spirit to receive it in a fruitful way. Thanks be to God.
Faith is like a marathon, not a sprint. I don’t know when I heard this pithy statement for the first time. It has laid in the back closet of my memory, and every once and while something brings it out of the closet.
This time was an article from the Boston Globe about Katherine Beiers, 85 years young, who had the honor of being the oldest runner in the 2018 Boston Marathon. The paper wrote:
Beiers said it took her 7 hours and 50 minutes to reach the finish line because she walked part of the way. It took her longer than usual, but she was proud of the fact that she was able to complete the grueling course in spite of pouring rain, bitter cold, and an unforgiving wind. https://www.bostonglobe.com/metro/2018/04/19/woman-oldest-runner-boston-marathon/lpZxDHlO8sbJQkTyJtstDK/story.html
Faith is a marathon. Katherine began running at the age of 49. Many of us find our faith later in life. She ran her first marathon at the age of 51. It takes some time to build up faith and running skills. I suppose that Katherine had mentors in the beginning, and throughout her 37 years of marathoning. We all should have mentors in our faith, whether we are just beginning, or we have been at it for a long time.
The article also stated that her son John ran this year. She shared her love for marathons with someone else. I can imagine that she had been doing that all of the 37 years she had been running, she had been sharing her excitement for the sport. Though running can be a solitary venture, many find a way to share it in their ordinary lives. Faith is like a marathon. We run alone, and we run with others. We share our excitement as we go.
Faith is like a marathon. We all run to the same goal. That goal is Jesus Christ.
Katherine is already thinking about her next marathon.