Thoughts and Musings

Thoughts and Musings

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An open letter to my church (and anyone, really) in response to the 221st General Assembly of the PCUSA

6/23/2014

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Members and friends of Trinity Presbyterian Church (and anyone else who's interested):

As promised in worship this past Sunday, I want to share some thoughts on the 221st General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church (USA) in Detroit last week.  Every two years, our denomination’s largest governing body convenes with elders and ministers from all over the country, elected by their presbyteries, to formulate some of the policies and procedures that define us as Presbyterians.  Because we're all part of one big Presbyterian family, I feel it’s important that you know what happens at these gatherings and in what ways they affect us as a congregation and as a larger denominational church.

But first, take a few minutes to read this one page summary, A Brief Summary of the 221st General Assembly, as it'll help make what follows a lot easier to digest.

(Did you read it? Seriously, it's worth it.  You'll thank me later. Did I mention it's just one page?)

There are two things I'd like to draw your attention to, as both received a decent amount of national and international press.  The first is the issue of same-sex marriage.  As you may recall, in 2010 the General Assembly voted to remove language from our constitution that prohibited gays and lesbians from being ordained to ministry.  This year, the body acted positively on two similar motions.  One, known as “Authoritative Interpretation,” grants clergy in our denomination the ability, if they choose, to officiate at a same-sex wedding in states where the practice is legal (this went into affect immediately after the conclusion of the GA). The second, which will need ratification of a simple majority of presbyteries in the coming year, is a rewording of the description of marriage from “a man and a woman” to “two people (traditionally a man and a woman) Both passed with significant majorities.  

So, two things. First, neither of these force a pastor or session to officiate or host a same-sex marriage if they don't want to - all it does is grant the ability to those who do.  Second, you should know that great care was taken leading up to, during and following the vote to reach out to those in opposition, in an attempt to foster unity in the midst of disagreement.  In fact, the parenthesis part of the motion was inserted on the floor of the General Assembly and was received very positively by those displeased with the overall change.  Following the vote, a joint letter from the Presbyterians For Renewal and Fellowship of Presbyterians was issued, expressing disappointment while reaffirming their desire to remain part of the PCUSA (you can read that letter HERE).  It was an extremely gracious gesture and, I hope, will go to great lengths to foster ongoing dialogue and unity, even as we may continue to disagree.  

Another big issue addressed at the GA involved divesting the church’s investments in three American companies, Caterpillar, Hewlett-Packard and Motorola.  The denomination's Mission Responsibility Through Investment Committee (MRTI) had determined that their business practices and products serve to foster the ongoing conflict on the West Bank between Israelis and Palestinians.  If you've been part of the PCUSA for a while, you know our denomination has a strong ethical sense to its various financial holdings, choosing to invest in companies that promote peace and the well-being of all (we do not invest in tobacco or alcohol companies, for instance). The MRTI had reached out to a number of companies to share our concerns and encourage positive change; and while some of these conversations proved fruitful, our dialogue with these three businesses did not.  The measure was close and passed by only seven votes.

Almost immediately after the vote, the press, as well as numerous groups fiercely entrenched on either side of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, cast this action as a slight to Israel and a clear siding with the Palestinians - even though the motion itself affirms Israel’s right to exist as a sovereign nation and PCUSA's support of a two-state solution (you can read the text of the motion HERE). Some of the fallout the PCUSA will face in the months ahead will involve mending bridges with our Jewish brothers and sisters, explaining in full our reasons and rationale and assuring them of what this action was not about, as much as what it was about.  I personally found this blog post to be very helpful in understanding this action and encourage you to check it out, and I'm grateful for this rabbi who seems to get what we Presbyterians are trying to do.

I can almost hear the question on the other side of the computer screen: So, Steve, what do you make of all of this?  Good question.  Three thoughts come to mind.  First, both of these actions feel, to me, to be honest, thoughtful and faithful efforts to uphold and act on the tenets of scripture and our unique Presbyterian witness; as well as what I believe to be our primary calling:  to always err on the side of the love of Jesus, even if that might cause hurt and confusion and make people mad.  As a pastor, I feel compelled to acknowledge this and seek reconciliation with my brothers and sisters in and out of the church who may feel differently from me and fear these actions will lead to future declines in our denomination.  I actually remain very hopeful that the opposite will be true (as echoed in this blog post from a colleague and fellow Presbyterian minister).

Having said that, I know there are those in our church and the PCUSA who grieve one or both of these decisions and may question their future in the denomination. Which leads me to my second thought: my door is always open to sit down and talk.  The promise I make to you is not to try and sway your opinion, but simply to listen and be your pastor and friend.  And, as I did in 2010 in my previous church, I'd ask anyone significantly grieved to give themselves six months: six months to remain active in the church, worshipping, fellowshipping, and serving as you always have. And if, at the end of six months, you truly feel something has categorically changed in the church, then you will leave with my blessing.  If, however, you find that you don't feel any different about our church, then perhaps we can at least agree that amendments to open the door for same-sex marriage and further our commitment to peacemaking were not amendments that destroyed the church.

My third thought is this: regardless of how we feel about these decisions, I find myself staunchly proud to be part of this denomination; if for no other reason than it can never be said that we are a church that sits on the sidelines; bypassing and avoiding the tough, hard conversations and issues that matter in our world today.  We tackle them head-on; we talk and listen, pray and ponder, dialogue and disagree and converse.  And then we act.  And if there’s anything the world today needs, my friends, it is a church that is not afraid to act - always in good faith, always with Christ leading the way. My hope and prayer is that we’ll continue in helpful dialogue, within and outside the PCUSA, to further discern God’s will as we worship, study and serve together.

Again, if you have any questions or concerns, my door is always open!

Your pastor and friend,

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(A quick note about the comment section: I welcome all comments, as long as they're shared in good faith and do not denigrate or use foul or hateful language. I reserve the right to remove comments that fail to contribute to the dialogue in a thoughtful, respectful manner. Thanks.)
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Remembering Tiananmen Square, 25 years later

6/3/2014

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The first thing I remember was the sound of the helicopters.

We had just departed from an acrobatic show in Beijing, China (think Cirque de sole ) and were heading to our tour bus which would take us back to our hotel.  It was a Wake Forest University school group, a summer education course.  One week in Japan, two in China.  Today was our last day . Earlier that day we toured the Great Wall of China, meant to be the highlight of our trip.

And that's when I heard those helicopters.  Military helicopters, roaring over our heads, closer to the ground than one might expect helicopters to be. Heading in the direction of Tiananmen Square..

We looked at the Chinese people around us to gauge their reaction. Their faces bore the unmistakeable look of shock and concern at the helicopters. Perhaps we should be shocked and concerned too.  Even before we entered the country two weeks prior, we knew what was going on.  Student protest in Tiananmen Square, the ideological center of Communist China, had been raging for weeks. Up until our last night in Japan, we weren't sure if Wake was going to let us continue with our itinerary. An alternate trip to Korea was in the works.  And then on that last night, the decision was made: we could go.  Things appeared to be "stable."

So we had enjoyed our prior ten days: Shanghai. Xian. Guangzhou. A few other towns I can't remember. We'd seen some amazing sights, met amazing people.  We were struck by the stark divide between rich and poor in a country where there were two forms of currency for two classes of people.  I practically got a buzz cut at the hotel barber shop when I told the barber, "Take this much off," making a small space between my thumb and forefinger. He didn't understand a lick of English. He thought I meant, "Leave this much on." We laughed about that.

But we didn't laugh about those helicopters.

We made our way back to the hotel and turned on the televisions in our rooms - because even in 1989, long before 24-hour news cables, we expected live coverage of "breaking news." Alas, in a country where the government controlled all modes of communication, on the night when hundreds would kill thousands, all we found on the TV were reports on that year's crop harvest.

As dusk settled over this warm June day, the street outside our hotel became packed with Chinese university students, making their way to the Square on bicycle and foot, a mere ten minutes away. They wore black bands around their heads and arms, a blatant symbol of solidarity and defiance in pursuit of basic freedoms they were willing to die for. Some stopped and talked to us, saying that tanks had descended on the Square and were killing the protestors in droves.  They knew they were very likely heading to their death.  And they wanted us to go back to America and tell the world, because they were so afraid the world would never hear of this.

Try to get some sleep, our professors told us. We did - sort of.  At 6am my phone rang. We had a group meeting at 7.  Good news: our normal-scheduled flight out of China to Hong Kong was still on schedule.  Bad news: the tour bus that had accompanied us throughout our trip, the tour bus that was supposed to complete her duty by taking us to the airport that morning, was currently burning in the Square, hijacked by students and used as a barricade in a futile attempt to keep the tanks out.  In a stroke of luck, our professors managed to round up four van taxi drivers to take us to the airport. But we'd have to go in two groups. So the ladies went first and the guys waited in the hotel lobby. Women and children first, y'all.

Time dragged on.  And on. Long periods of silence. No cell phones to call or text the other half of the group to see if they made it to the airport, if they made it at all.  Time dragged on.  An occasional attempt at a joke to lighten the mood. A few chuckles.  Then more silence.  Time dragged on.

Eventually the vans came back and had us on our way. Somehow I wound up riding shotgun in one of them.  We were heading away from the Square, but the chaos was happening sporadically all over the city.  Large groups of Chinese citizens gathering at every street corner, trying to find out what was happening, because the crop reports on television weren't cutting it.  At one point we were stopped at an intersection, and I looked out my passenger window to see a large pool of blood on the sidewalk.  Another time, a young Chinese man ran to our van and actually opened the door (long before the days of doors-automatically-locking-when-car-is-in-drive ingenuity). Speaking perfect English, he yelled, "Go tell the world what you've seen here!  Tell them everything!  Please!"  And then he shut the door and ran away.  I will never forget the hysterical urgency of his voice, nor the look on the face of my fellow student seated right by the door.

I was never as excited to see a group of women as when we finally arrived at the airport.  I'm pretty sure they were equally excited to see us.  We were rushed through customs, as the last thing the Chinese government wanted was a large group of American college students trapped in their country.  We got on our plane, taxied down the runway, and soon were airbound.  A loud shout of joy and relief erupted when the captain told us we were out of Chinese airspace.  Later we would learn that, an hour after our departure, the Beijing airport completely shut down for over a week. We got out in the nick of time.

The first thing on our agenda in Hong Kong (at the time still a British colony and not part of China) was to call home and assure frantic parents we were okay.  Mine were in tears - while we had been watching crop reports the night before, Tom Brokaw was breaking into Saturday morning cartoons on the other side of the world with the grim news.  For nearly 24 hours, all they knew was that the city their son was in was in total mayhem.  Now they knew I was safe. As the parent of two sons myself, I simply can't fathom being in their shoes all that time.

Hong Kong is also where we learned that one of our fellow group members had somehow made connections with NBC reporters those last few days in Beijing, agreeing to smuggle video footage of the Square massacre through airport customs to NBC affiliates waiting for him in Hong Kong - all in a selfish attempt to further his own post-college career aspirations.  Had he been caught in customs in Beijing, we all would've been detained and questioned - and perhaps worse.  He kind of kept to himself for the rest of the journey home. 

That night we enjoyed pizza - an American delicacy we'd been deprived of for weeks.  It was all very surreal - mere hours before, we had been observers and sideline participants in one of the greatest human rights tragedies of the century. It was all very scary and sad.

It changed me.

Every year on June 4, I remember.  I remember those students, I remember the gentleman who yanked open our van door; all begging us to "tell the world."  I haven't stopped telling anyone who will listen, including the mother of a new church member at a Youth Sunday lunch back in May.  She and her son, a high school senior, had moved to the States a few years ago.  I've been in the habit over the years of bringing up my Tiananmen Square experience with anyone I meet from China, just to gauge their reaction.  Most of the time it's an indifferent stare.  A few times it's denial that it ever happened.

This time, she smiled a knowing smile and told me she had been in the Square just the day before.  She had been part of the peaceful protests, a college student herself, and had gone back to her dorm room for a good night's sleep before planning to return.  She lost many friends that night.  She, too, remembers.  We talked long after the lunch buffet had been taken down; our two stories converging over decades and nationalities.

Even now I think of what happened when I hear the sound of helicopters flying above me.  For that reason, and for many others, I won't forget.

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"You're not serving God, you're serving pizzas."

2/25/2014

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Ever since  the Kansas state legislature wrestled with and 1/2 approved this bill that would legalize discrimination against gays and lesbians under the guise of "religious freedom," I've been doing a lot of thinking.  Not on my opinion about it, but the words to best verbalize that opinion.  As I've been doing this, other states - most notably Arizona - are taking up similar measures.  The Arizona case is particularly troubling, as both houses of the state government have approved the measure and the only thing standing in the way of it becoming law is a veto from hardcore conservative governor Jan Brewer.

I think the hardest part to understand has been the use (or misuse) of the phrase "religious freedom."  Those two words are constantly referenced by the bill's proponents; obviously #1 at the top of the talking point memo.  This concept hearkens back to the founding fathers/mothers of our country; people who left a place where they were told how to worship and practice their beliefs by an oppressive patriarchy; the chilling merger of church and politics.  What our forbearers sought when they came here was freedom from religion to practice their faith the way they wanted to.

The bill's use of the phrase is something else entirely: it's not freedom from religion that's being sought; it's freedom to inject religion into some of the basic interactions and relationships that undergird the bedrock of society.  Interactions and relationships, incidentally, that are not inherently religious in nature.  Goods and services, the hum of the marketplace - they depend on the equal participation of all.  And yet the Kansas/Arizona/Next State bill seeks to erect barriers to this in the name of "religious freedom."  This is not at all what our ancestors envisioned - in fact, it is precisely the thing they were trying to get away from.

The quick retort, of course, is that being forced to interact with people you don't want to, in spite of your religious beliefs, qualifies as "religious persecution."  Once again, a misuse of a common catchphrase.   True religious persecution occurs when the primary political/cultural power of the day lords that power over a politically/culturally weaker subgroup.  As the cultural architects of much of Western society, American Christians can hardly play the victim game.  It may not be easy being the church today, but our struggles certainly don't come from religious persecution or threats to our religious freedom.  In short, we're not being burned at the stake.

All of this has been rolling around in my head the past few weeks, trying to find a way out.  It finally did - last night, in seven words on a TV screen.   The family and I were out for dinner, and a television in the far corner of the restaurant was showing cable news.  The segment was on the Arizona bill and a supporter - a pizzeria owner -  who referenced "religious freedom" as the reason he'd deny service to some, and that doing so was his way of serving God.  This, followed by the beautifully simple counter-voice of a protestor; their words in big bold letters across the bottom of the screen:

"You're not serving God, you're serving pizzas."

Let's forget for a moment that Jesus himself not only shared company with people who were different from him, but actively sought out interaction and lifelong relationships with those folks.  Let's forget the common human dignity for all people that lies at the heart of a high-functioning, civil society.

Let's just focus on this: we in the community of faith serve God best not by rigidly adhering to our objective beliefs based on a selective reading of scripture.  We serve God, ultimately, in the way that Jesus himself directed us to: Inasmuch as you have done it to the least of these, you have done it to me.

Pizza, anyone?

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Darkness cannot drive out darkness...

1/20/2014

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I have a lot of favorite MLK quotes.  I think this one's my favorite:

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Here are some others:

I have decided to love. If you are seeking the highest good, I think you can find it through love. And the beautiful thing is that we are moving against wrong when we do it, because John was right, God is love. He who hates does not know God, but he who has love has the key that unlocks the door to the meaning of ultimate reality. 

Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.

The church must be reminded that it is not the master or the servant of the state, but rather the conscience of the state.

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

Nonviolence is the answer to the crucial political and moral questions of our time; the need for mankind to overcome oppression and violence without resorting to oppression and violence. Mankind must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Let no man pull you low enough to hate him.

Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.

 

Happy MLK Day, everyone.

 

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