Sunday, June 24, 2018

...the ragged, rugged road

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found, was blind, but now I see.
---John Newton, 1779?

Some of us may know the story behind Amazing Grace—the story of slave trader John Newton, who has a ‘come-to-Jesus’ moment and renounces the evil business of human trafficking. He becomes a fiery abolitionist, fighting against the evil upon which he built his fortune.

Turns out, the real story is a bit more convoluted (aren’t all stories?). After a reckless youth, and failures as a navy seaman and slave ship crew member, Newton ended up given as a slave himself to the African wife of a slave trader. On the trip home after being rescued, the ship was nearly lost, and Newton prayed to God and felt he had been spared, and saved.

And in a ‘Damascus road’, ‘I saw the light’ kind of salvation experience, there would have been a definite intermission before Act 2. But Newton continued trafficking Africans, and to invest in trafficking after he retired. The hymn Amazing Grace came along in 1772; his first public renunciation of slave-trading was in 1788.

And I’ve got to say, a lot of the time the road for me (maybe for you, too?) is a lot less Damascus road than it is the road Judee Sill wrote about:
            Roll on, roll on, roll on/Night birds are flyin’
            Come on, the light is gone/Hope’s slowly dyin’
            Tell me how you come ridin’through
            Gainin’ steady till this round is won
            On the ragged rugged road to kingdom come.


I once was lost, but now I’m found…

Saturday, June 16, 2018

...God's geometry

The church of Christ cannot be bound by walls of wood or stone.
Where charity and love are found, there can the church be known.
---Adam M. L. Tice, 2005

When Sarah was a young child, she wore out a CD of kids’ Christian songs---knew every word on every track, and often sang them at the top of her lungs. Lucky for me, the music was fine (mostly) and the theology had some meat on its bones. One of the songs on the CD was ‘If You Tried to Put God in a Box’. The first little bit goes,
            If you tried to put God in a box, how big would the box have to be?
            How strong would you make it? How long would it last
            If you tried to put God in a box?

The answer to this child’s riddle, of course, is that God will not be boxed in by any construction of human hand or mind. The irony, of course, is that we, most of us, spend our lives trying mightily to build that box. And to get our version of a greatly diminished God to jump on in. How foolish, to strive and strive to remake our Maker over in our own image---to fit our box. Ah, but fear not. God has no intention of being confined to the space we can imagine.

Thank God.

And here’s the other thing. The Church? The Body of Christ? We were never meant to be bound by the geometry of the cube. What draws us inward is only to energize and strengthen us to burst every boundary that separates us from a weak and wounded world. What pulls us close is to prepare us to fling light into the shadows and shower love on disregard. Those were never walls---they were bridges, for God’s sake.


Thanks be to you, O God. You never met a box you didn’t break. Embolden your Church to live/love with the same reckless abandon.

Saturday, June 9, 2018

...welcoming God in

Aleluya Y’in Oluwa. Aleluya Y’in Oluwa.
Oseun, oseun, oseun, oseun baba
Aleluya Y’in Oluwa.
Alleluia, praise the Lord. Alleluia, praise the Lord.
Praises, high praises, now bring to the Lord.
Alleluia, praise the Lord.
--trad. Nigerian song

During our worship time in VBS this week, our children have offered up each night a prayer, in the form of a few words or a drawing. They have been prompted to offer something which would be pleasing to God, and which would build up the family of God. During our devotional time following worship, the youth worship crew read and engaged with each prayer together as we installed them on our ‘foundation wall’. As we mulled over the messages drawn and written in these prayers, we were touched and blessed.

And that is a little, I think, like praising God together. God, the God who created us creative in God’s image, surely loves and desires our praise—humble, bold, plain, fancy, jubilantly loud, silently awed. But praise has gifts that don’t end with the object of that praise. When I praise God, I bask in the joy and light of that praise. And friends. When we praise God together, our praise of God lifts the spirits and lightens the loads of those in our company. When we praise God together, we welcome God into our midst.


Aleluya Y’in Oluwa.

Saturday, June 2, 2018

...no escaping beauty

For the beauty of the earth, for the glory of the skies,
for the love which from our birth over and around us lies:
Lord of all, to Thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.
---Folloitt S. Pierpoint, 1864

No real reason for it. Serves no tangible purpose. Can’t be quantified, traded, saved, spent, stored. Wasteful, some have called it. Needless. Sinful, even. Beauty. That’s right, beauty. There have been periods in Christian history during which any sort of artistic expression was frowned upon, sometimes banned outright, its practitioners punished, ostracized.

Yet there it is. Open your eyes. Turn any corner. There is no escaping it. In a world created by God, beauty abundant is literally everywhere; warm light and velvet darkness, green forest and sere desert, pudgy baby knees and deep wisdom of old folk eyes. Beauty in cosmos and cell, in the physical world and the spiritual, natural beauty and human handiwork. We worship a God who flings beauty around like it will never run out. 


Praise the Lord for beauty, true good gift of God.