Thursday, February 27, 2014

Beastly Violence (Micah 4:1-4; Matthew 26:47-56; Epiphany 7 (series); February 23, 2014)



Beastly Violence

Micah 4:1-4
Matthew 26:47-56
Epiphany 7 (series)
February 23, 2014

Rev. John M. Caldwell, PhD
First United Methodist Church
Decorah, IA

In Scotland in the early eighteen hundreds the woolen mills were producing wool thread and cloth at such a rate that shortages drove the price of raw wool up.  Sheep did well in the Highlands of Scotland, so many of the lairds, the hereditary masters of the Highland territories, decided to “improve” their lands by converting them to the production of wool.

These “improvements” would come at a cost, however.  The Highlands of Scotland were populated by communities of Gaelic-speaking clansfolk who farmed small plots that were rotated among the families of the community and who raised cattle and a few sheep on common grazing lands.  These were lands that, while the title belonged to the laird, were used by the whole community under arrangements that were hundreds of years old. 

Laird and clansfolk had lived in a mutually supportive relationship.  The laird provided grazing land, farm plots, houses, and protection from the cattle-thieving lads in the next glen.  The clansfolk provided beef, wool and support for the laird in his (or sometimes her) dealings with his greedy neighbors.

In the far north of the Highlands was the territory of clan Sutherland, so-called because to the Norse who came to control this land seven or eight centuries before, it was the “Southern Land.”  Lord and Lady Sutherland began their “improvements” in 1807 by evicting ninety families from their houses and lands.  They were provided with alternative land some fifteen miles away but had to tear down their houses and carry the timbers to the new sites and live exposed to the elements until they could build new houses. 

But as the clearances continued, they became more and more brutal.  In the spring of 1820 three hundred families were removed from their homes by the simple method of burning their homes down.  With no place to go, turned out by the lairds who were supposed to protect them, the clansfolk suffered terribly, the aged, the sick and the children most of all.  Many died hunger and exposure.  Some made their way to the cities to try to find work in the mills.  Others emigrated to Nova Scotia and other parts of Canada and still others by their thousands to the Carolinas in the United States.

I tell this story, not because it is unique, but precisely because it is not.  The system that I have been calling the beast is always ravenously hungry.  It must grow or it will die.  So, it is perfectly willing to use violence to get what it wants.  This violence appears whenever the commons are enclosed for private profit. 

This was true in late 1700s and early 1800s when the commons in the Scottish Highlands were enclosed for the profit of the lairds.  It is still true today in Chiapas, Mexico, as ethnic Mayans resist the military aggression of the Mexican federal government as it attempts to break up the common land holdings of the people for the profit of a few.  And let’s not forget that the very land on which we meet this day has its own bloody history of the confiscation of common land from its original inhabitants so that it could be turned into private property for the profit of individuals and their families. 

It is a rare property deed that does not come with blood on it.  Almost always the acts that made it into private property were perfectly legal.  The papers had been drawn up and were all in order.  But behind the legal language and the signatures, as the folk of clan Sutherland knew full well, loomed the violence of the firebrands, clubs, muskets and bayonets.

The beast has a long history of hiding its violence behind the law when it can, but when it cannot do that, it justifies its violence by using a myth that Walter Wink has called “The Myth of Redemptive Violence.”[1]  The Myth of Redemptive Violence tells the story of violence in such a way that violence becomes normal and, indeed, the foundation for what is good and true.  The basic form of the myth is:

  1. The order of the world has been disturbed and chaos threatens. 
  2.  
  3. Violence is applied to whoever has brought this disorder. 
  4.  
  5. The order of the world is restored.
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This basic myth comes in thousands of variations, but it lies at the heart of many of our stories.  The myth is the basic plot of most episodes of NCIS and Law and Order, every episode of 24 Hours, and most of the Saturday morning cartoons I watched as a kid.  The Myth of Redemptive Violence drives our foreign policy.  It makes violence appear so necessary, so natural, that we would rather let our children go hungry, we would rather let the unemployed be evicted from their homes, we would rather sink our children into decades of debt servitude, than imagine that we could cut our military spending. 

Like all really effective myths, the Myth of Redemptive Violence filters our perception of the world and shapes our thinking, so that we are unable to imagine non-violent responses to the threats we face.  If we raise objections to violent responses, people look at us in disbelief and say, “So we should do nothing?” as if there were no alternatives to violence.

I remember listening to a conversation on NPR—yes, I listen to NPR—between a program host and a guest “expert” on international terrorism about the situation in Afghanistan.  This was two or three years ago when there was a possibility of isolating the more radical factions in the Taliban by negotiating a settlement with its more moderate elements.  The guest was absolutely dismissive.  “Well,” he said, scornfully (you could hear his lip curl!), “you can try negotiating if you want, but sooner or later you’ll find that negotiation doesn’t work and you’ll have to use military force.”  It was an astounding statement.  Remember, he was talking about Afghanistan, the graveyard of empires, the place where foreign policies go to die.  Everyone from Alexander the Great, to the British Empire, to the Soviet Union, to Barack Obama has discovered the same thing: Afghanistan is relatively easy to take and impossible to hold.  No peace has ever been imposed on it from the outside.  Military force has never worked in Afghanistan.  And yet the Myth of Redemptive Violence won’t let us see any other choice. 

The guest said, “You can try negotiating if you want, but sooner or later you’ll have to use military force,” as if it what he was saying were obvious, when in fact it was clearly, demonstrably false.  It makes far more sense to say, “Well, you can try military force if you want, but sooner or later you’ll find that military violence doesn’t work and you’ll have to negotiate.”  I waited for the interviewer to raise an objection.  I waited in vain.

And here is the power of the Myth of Redemptive Violence: it so naturalizes violence that any other alternative seems impossible and even morally wrong.  When the story of the Sutherland Clearances is told through the Myth of Redemptive Violence, it is the impoverished clansfolk who become villains and the violence of the lairds and their agents becomes the hand of God in bringing order and progress.

The beast must tell this myth not only to justify its own greedy violence, but also because we human beings are not really naturally all that violent.  The military psychologist, LTC Dave Grossman, has studied the act of killing in combat and has concluded that almost all of us are deeply inhibited from killing other people, even in self-defense, especially face-to-face and at close range.[2]  In World War II more than eighty percent of the infantry riflemen who fought on the front lines never fired their weapon at an enemy soldier with the intent of killing them.  They fired high.  They didn’t fire at all.  But they refused to use their rifles to kill another human being. 

In response, military training methods have changed.  Instead of using circular targets for rifle practice, I trained by firing at silhouettes.  When I hit one, it fell down.  I was conditioned to respond to a human silhouette by firing at it and immediately rewarded for hitting it.  The second change is the use of video and laser simulations that make training more realistic, in other words, first-person shooter video games and laser tag. 

Only five percent of today’s soldiers refuse to shoot to kill and enemy.  Score one for military training.  Except that overcoming our inhibitions in this way exacts a terrible psychological cost.  Soldiers come back with wounded souls precisely because they did what they were trained and ordered to do.

My point here is that the combination of a system that must grow to survive, a myth that justifies violence that serves as the basic plot line of much of popular culture, and a culture that is saturated with violence have given us a beastly world.  In this world some of us are victims of violence, some are direct perpetrators, but all of us are implicated in the evil, injustice and oppression of violence itself.

Those of us who are followers of Jesus cannot simply leave it at that.  We may argue about the teachings of Jesus in some areas.  He said hardly anything at all about sex, for example.  He gave us no guidance about the use or abuse of alcohol.  But he clearly and emphatically taught and lived non-violence as a way of life.  To take on baptism is to commit ourselves to following this path.

We live surrounded by a culture that excuses, justifies and even glorifies violence.  We cannot imagine that living non-violently in the belly of the beast will be easy or even that it will make immediate sense.  Jesus’ non-violent teaching is disturbing and unsettling even for us who are his followers.  Let’s admit that.  We are worried about whether it is practical.  We are not sure we can live up to its demands. 

There are some things that give me hope, both for myself and for my world.  For one, we have a book and a story that are fired by a different story than the Myth of Redemptive Violence, a story that is richer and more humane and, frankly, more interesting.  We have each other, for another.  If we will keep our baptismal promises to each other to “surround [each other] with a community of love and forgiveness…that [we] may be true disciples who walk in the way that leads to life,” we will have the support we need for doing the strenuous work of freeing ourselves from the grip of the beast.  That means, of course, that we will need to go beyond the usual, polite conversation that promises not to pry too closely into the condition of my neighbor if my neighbor promises not to pry too closely into mine.  It means that we need and will accept each other’s help in seeing through our own self-deceiving myths and self-justifying excuses.  It means that we will offer this help to each other as well.

None of this sounds easy.  None of it is easy.  Accepting the freedom and power God gives us to resist evil, injustice, and oppression in whatever form they present themselves is not a matter of throwing a switch; it is a hope toward which we strain throughout our lives.  But it is a good hope, for all its being hard.  It is the hope of new life that has been born in us at our baptism and still grows toward its maturity.  It is a hope toward which we move by God’s gracious call to us and God’s power at work within us.  God dreams this for us.  God knows that our world is waiting for this hope to be realized in us so that it, too, might know goodness, justice and sweet, sweet freedom.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Beastly Time (Exodus 16:11-26; Matthew 6:24-34; Epiphany 5; February 16, 2014)



Beastly Time

Exodus 16:11-26
Matthew 6:24-34
Epiphany 5
February 16, 2014

Rev. John M. Caldwell, PhD
First United Methodist Church
Decorah, IA

What we have been calling “the beast” we can call by many names.  Walter Brueggemann, my favorite Old Testament theologian, calls it “military, therapeutic, consumer capitalism.”  Walter Wink, among my favorite New Testament theologians, calls it the “Domination System.”[1]  John’s Gospel calls it “the world,” but he means the way that we experience the world because of the way power is at work.  At least that’s what I think he means.  Paul uses strange language like “powers and principalities” to describe it.  I often call it simply “Empire.”   We can see from the many ways of describing it, that it’s not a simple reality.  Depending on where we stand and what we’re looking for we will see different aspects.  If we take our stand with the poor, the weak, and the outsiders of the human community and with the wider community that makes up the tattered web of life, then this reality appears beastly indeed.

We’ve talked about some of the ways that the beast warps reality, mystifies our experience, and invites us to turn our backs on the weak.  We have seen how the beast seeks to own everything, turning God’s good gifts that were meant to be shared by all and even human beings themselves into mere commodities, things to be used up and discarded for profit.  We have seen how the beast in its folly and greed presses toward the destruction of all, including even itself.

So far, the worst of the beast’s assaults have fallen mostly on those the prophets called “the widow, the orphan, and the stranger,” that is, those who did not have what they needed to live human lives and had neither money, nor power, nor connections to get what they needed.  Every society in our long sad history has had groups of people like that.  Ours has them, certainly.  And, mostly, we are not among them.  We aren’t rich, but mostly we are not poor either.  We, mostly, have what we need.  We, mostly, have the connections that allow us some power in our community, some ability to change the rules, at least locally, to relieve our pain and discomfort. 

So we might imagine that all this talk about the “evil, injustice, and oppression” that come in the form of the beast has little to do with us, directly.  Oh, sure, we are concerned about those whom the beast has burdened.  We want to help.  And we do.  But it is very easy to imagine that we can avoid the beast, at least if we stay away from Wal-Mart.

In the two weeks that are left in this series, I feel obliged to trouble the cozy idea that we are mostly immune.  I want for us to turn our attention to a couple of the many ways that the beast has warped and distorted our lives.  I have laid our course over a stony path, but I don’t do that because I enjoy suffering—yours or mine.  I do it because that is the only way to get to the place to which I believe God is calling us. 

Next week, we’ll look at the way that the violence of the beast has so soaked into our lives and saturated our thinking that we can hardly imagine any alternative. 

But this week I invite us to think about time.  We’ve talked about time before.  In the New Testament, if you remember, there are two words that we translate as time.  One of them chronos, refers to calendar time.  This is time that can be measured and counted.  The other word, kairos, has to do with “timeliness.”  This is time that comes not in lengths but in moments, in instants, in turning points.

There is another kind of time, a kind that New Testament knows little about, the kind of time that we refer to in the phrase “24/7/365” or just “24/7.”  At first glance this appears to be a kind of chronos, but I don’t think it is.  Chronos is rhythmic.  Chronos measures time periods like days, months and years.  But each of these contains its own rhythm.  A year is a rhythm of seasons.  A month is a rhythm of full moon and new moon, of times of light nights and dark nights.  A day is a rhythm light and dark.

These are rhythms that we live by.  The day is for work and night for rest.  Okay, there are lots of exceptions, but they are exceptions to a rule.  To the ancients at least, women seemed attuned to the rhythm of months.  The year brought its rhythm of seasonal work, of planting and harvest.  We are rhythmic creatures.  We might not have noticed this, because we are mostly white Midwesterners and white Midwesterners can’t dance.  But this dancing inability is learned.  Even white Midwestern babies are born knowing how to dance.  Play music for a toddler and she will dance!  If we can’t dance, we can at least notice that we breathe in and out, in and out; our hearts beat and rest, beat and rest.  We live by rhythms of chronos. 

There are no human rhythms in 24/7.  24/7 is a year with no seasons.  24/7 is day with no night.  24/7 is the slogan under which Empire tries to expand its territory.  When we live by 24/7, we are unceasing and sleepless producers and consumers.  24/7 is machine time, the beast’s distorted and warped version of chronos. 

24/7 is one of the forms in which “evil, injustice and oppression” present themselves in the first part of the twenty-first century.  And we are its victims.

At the beginning of the twentieth century the average North American slept ten hours a night.  In the middle part of the century that was down to eight hours a night.  Now we average six and half hours.[2]  Our lives are being pressed toward the machine existence of 24/7.  Machines do not sleep.  They function without needing sleep.  They don’t get tired. 

But we do.  When we are short of sleep—aside from being tired—we don’t learn very well and we make poor decisions.  We can’t concentrate.  We (and everyone who shares the road with us) are at greater risk when we drive.  We are more likely to suffer from depression, obesity, and high blood pressure.  At very high levels sleep deprivation shatters human personalities, which is why it is used for torture.

The offer of 24/7 productivity and consumption is a death trap.  We are not only walking into ourselves, but we—and this is the worst part—are bringing our children with us.  We live under the delusion that our children must be consumers of so many various activities and the producers of so much homework.  They live under the delusion that their lives will be over if they do not have hours a day with televisions, video games, texting and social media sites.  Grade school children need ten or eleven hours of sleep each night and too many of them are not getting it. 

An international study done by Boston College last year showed that 73 percent of our nine and ten year olds are sleep deprived to the point that it hurts their ability to do well in school.  In middle school the number goes up to 80 percent.[3]  24/7 is a beastly way to live.

Oddly, maybe, the advice that the Bible seems to give is not very helpful.  Jesus advises us frequently to stay awake, though he may not mean that literally.[4]  But early Christians, especially early monastics, took him literally, practicing regular sleep deprivation as a spiritual discipline.  When Benedict of Nursia passed along what he considered the best of the monastic tradition, he advised that his monastics get enough sleep.  In fact, in his Rule, he provides for a nap in the afternoon in the summer time when the nights are shorter.[5]  To meet the threat of the Beast with its bad news 24/7 message, the last thing in the world we should do is to stay awake. 

The freedom and power that God gives us is the freedom and power to give up our collective nightmare of wishing to be machines and to get the rest that we need to be human.  Jesus put it this way:

“Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”[6]

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Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Beastly Self-Destruction [Isaiah 5:1-10; Luke 6:20-26; Epiphany 5 (series); February 9, 2014]



Beastly Self-Destruction

Isaiah 5:1-10
Luke 6:20-26
Epiphany 5 (series)
February 9, 2014

Rev. John M. Caldwell, PhD
First United Methodist Church
Decorah, IA

One of the myths that this culture tells itself is that growth is good.  “If you’re not growing, you’re dying,” it says.  “Bigger is better.”  “If we’re ever going to get everybody back to work, we have to grow the economy.”  “The church’s mandate from God is to grow.”  “Let’s face it, size matters.”

That’s what our culture says.  Does it come as a surprise to you that I disagree?

I’m not opposed to all growth.  One of the joys of being a grandparent is watching our grandchildren grow.  When we were parents we were busy and our children’s growth was inconvenient.  It meant having to buy new clothes. 

Some growth is okay, even good.  But some growth is not.  Exponential growth, the kind that is caused by some compounding rate of increase, can be exciting for a while, but sooner or later it becomes a nightmare.

Several years ago I remember there was a rather short-lived fad called “Friendship Bread.”  You would be minding your own business when someone would give you a loaf of homemade sourdough bread.  That part was harmless, but with it came a sourdough sponge.  A sourdough sponge, also called a starter, is a thick batter of flour, water and wild yeast.  It came with instructions.  You were to add ingredients, essentially tripling the sponge.  After a week or so, you were to split the sponge into three equal parts.  One part would be an ingredient for a loaf of bread; the second part would be a sponge.  These parts were to be given to some other unsuspecting person.  The third part you would retain to begin the process all over again.  The instructions contained admonitions not to break the chain of “friendship.”

But I calculated that breaking the chain of friendship was absolutely necessary for the good of the planet.  A single cup of starter yields two cups of starter every week, plus a loaf of bread.  It wasn’t the bread I was worried about.  It was good.  It would get eaten.  I was worried about the sponge that was doubling every week.  One week: two cups.  Two weeks: four cups.  Three weeks: eight cups.  Some of you will recognize this problem as “the king’s chessboard” and it spells trouble.  After a year there would be 4.5 quadrillion cups of sponge.  That’s 2558 cubic miles of sourdough starter.  Just five weeks later and our sponge would be larger than the earth itself. 

I decided that it was up to me to save the planet, so I broke the chain of friendship.  The UMW in our church was upset, but really they should have thanked me.

It is a peculiarity of our economic system that it must grow if it’s going to work at all.  This has been true ever since the beginnings of capitalism some five hundred years ago.  It must expand at about three to five percent per year.  That’s a lot slower than our sourdough starter, but it yields the same result eventually.  In the past it’s been possible to expand our system by extending it geographically, growing the territory that is part of the system.  But now, in the age of globalism, there is no more room to grow.

It’s also possible to expand the system by bringing in activities that had been outside the system.  Many things that used to belong to all of us now belong to someone in particular.  Common grazing lands and hunting rights were among the first to be privatized in the United Kingdom.  Today there is pressure on the prison system, public schools, and public utilities to become part of the for-profit private economy. 

In the 1970s and 1980s the economy expanded by bringing large numbers of women into the capitalist economy.  The economy has its sights on our children, and not just as the next generation of consumers, either.  It wants them now and employs them as unpaid lobbyists to convince their parents of the importance of buying this or that brand of thing they do not need.  The economy claims more and more of our time for the roles of producer and consumer and we are taking that time from the time we used to give to the community and to our own hours of sleep.

Even these have not provided enough room to satisfy the needs for growth for the economy.  The economy has colonized the future by extending easy credit.  We are inclined to put the blame for this on the borrowers.  The fact is that this system is built on consumer debt.  If the economy cannot claim future as well as present income it will not grow.  If it does not grow it will crash. 

Now, of course, it is not enough that the system requires that people use future income to buy what they need now.  Now young people must surrender their future income in order to get an education that qualifies them to earn that income.  At the end of last year, the average student loan debt for graduating seniors was over $29,000.[1]  But there is no guarantee that they will find jobs that will let them pay off their debt.  Unemployment for recent graduates is high and underemployment was as high as 44 percent in 2012. 

In the meantime some people are doing pretty well.  Eighty-five of them in fact own as much as the poorest half of the world’s population.  One percent own half of the world’s wealth.  And in our own country the wealthiest one percent has sucked up 95 percent of the growth since 2009, the supposed end of the Great Recession.[2]  Our system is very good to some people.

To others it is beastly.  We have cut off long-term unemployment benefits and reduced food assistance to the poor. 

So, we have a system in which the rich get richer—making sure that the system’s rules do nothing to interfere with that; a system in which the poor are used as economic shock absorbers; a system that requires unending, exponential growth.

Isaiah, who was active in Jerusalem over twenty-eight hundred years ago in the late eighth century, was a prophet not an economist, but he had something to say about systems like this.

He noticed that the land of Judah had been emptied of its residents.  It no longer supported small villages of peasant farmers and herdsmen and their families.  More and more the farms were large, the possession of fewer richer people.  Where had the peasants gone?  How they been separated from their land?  We aren’t told.  Some, doubtless, continued to work on the same land, but now as tenant farmers or worse as casual labor for the great landlords.  Some, doubtless, sold themselves and their families into slavery to pay off their debts.

This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be.  This was not what God had intended for this people.  The prophet Isaiah, although a member of wealthy family in Jerusalem, saw the injustice of this and spoke out against it. 

He told a parable, a song.  He sang of God’s work in all that God did to develop and protect a vineyard.  God looked for the vineyard—the nation of Israel—to be productive.  And it was.  I’m sure the economists were pleased with how the grape-growing sector was doing.  Larger operations meant economies of scale.  Fewer workers meant more profits for the owners.  

But God is not an economist.  In God’s eyes the profits of a few meant little.  As far as God was concerned the only thing that Israel produced was injustice. 

Jesus wasn’t fond of systems like this, either.  We like Matthew’s version of the Beatitudes because they are softer, kinder.  But in Luke, that scholars judge to be closer to Jesus’ words, it is plain: 

Happy are you who are poor, because God’s kingdom is yours. Happy are you who hunger now, because you will be satisfied. […] But how terrible for you who are rich, because you have already received your comfort.  How terrible for you who have plenty now, because you will be hungry.

It is clear to me that the whole of the prophetic tradition, from Samuel to Elijah to Amos to Isaiah to Jeremiah to Jesus to Paul to Benedict to Martin Luther King, Jr., stands opposed to any system in which the rich get richer and the poor are abused.  The whole prophetic tradition cries out that God holds these systems under judgment.  In the long-term they are doomed, no matter how good the current quarterly projections look.

This is not pleasant talk.  We are not comfortable with the idea of a judging God, but I don’t think we are any more comfortable with an indifferent God, either.  The judgment of God, I believe, is built into the universe itself.  Martin Luther King, Jr., famously paraphrased a Congregationalist pastor Theodore Parker who wrote in 1851:

I do not pretend to understand the moral universe, the / arc is a long one, my eye reaches but little ways.  I cannot calculate the curve and complete the figure by the experience of sight; I can divine it by conscience.  But from what I see I am sure it bends towards justice.[3]

When God’s judgment comes it is not something that falls from the sky; God’s judgment comes when the nature of a thing, a person or a system, works itself out in ordinary human history. 

Like Parker “my eye reaches but a little ways.”  But I think I see enough of the character of our beastly system to glimpse its future.  Its future is contained in the need for the system to grow by three to five percent each year.  That growth is slower and less dramatic than our sourdough sponge, but the result is the same.  Sooner or later any compounding growth runs up against hard limits. 

In the case of the beastly system there is a single hard limit that we are rapidly approaching, quickly enough that the youngest of us here will live to see it reached if the system continues.  There is a limit to how much heat the earth can absorb without it becoming unlivable for humans without drastic changes in both the number of us and in how we live.  We are releasing heat at unprecedented levels while at the same time changing the atmosphere enough to keep more of that heat in our atmosphere.  The results so far are astounding.  For the first time in recorded history, the old dream, the dream that sent dozens of expeditions to North America, the dream of a Northwest Passage to Asia from Europe is a summertime reality.  The Arctic Ocean is warming and the weather systems over it have destabilized, sending southward the buckets of cold air that we have been enjoying this winter.

The world’s leading climate scientist, James Hansen, tells us that “most of the fossil fuels must be left in the ground.”[4]  But eight of the ten largest corporations in the world are in business to extract fossil fuels from the ground.  This beastly system is self-destructive.

In itself that wouldn’t be so bad.  There have been self-destructive systems in the past.  They have hurt a lot of people.  But many people responded by running away to someplace the beast wasn’t or hunkering down and waiting for the rampage to stop.  And then life went on.  But this incarnation of the beast has left us nowhere to go.  It’s everywhere. 

We are called as Christians to hasten the beast’s demise if we can.  If we can’t we are called to resist it as our way of being faithful to God.  This is a huge task.  It renders of secondary importance nearly all of what we usually worry about in our churches and our homes.  It requires real life changes and—even harder—a revolution in our thinking, our ways of looking at the world, our attitudes, our hearts.  It requires the sort of repentance that you and I been glad to avoid.

I have hesitated to speak about this not only because I’ve been ruminating on these things for some time, but because I’ve been afraid, frankly: afraid that you’ll dismiss me as a crazy jeremiad, afraid that saying these things will cost me my job, afraid most of all that we’ll all shrug our shoulders and go on with business as usual.  But I’m more afraid of being faithless to my calling than I am of any of those things.  So I speak, even if my knees shake.

I do it without optimism.  But, I can say with Wendell Berry, “I am not optimistic, but I’m hopeful.”[5]  I’m hopeful because God has not left us without the means for being faithful.  We have the common table where God fashions a new reality among us.  We have the Scriptures the stories of which help us to see that world more clearly and to take comfort in the fact that our time is not the only time when God’s people have been tested.  We have, most important of all, the gift of the Spirit of Christ who lives in our hearts, who upholds us in our journey, and who gives us the strength to do what we are called to do and to do it—even if we are afraid—with peace, joy and love.

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