Wine Makers and Cake Bakers

There is this cool story in John 2. Jesus, who hadn’t publicly began His ministry, was at a wedding with his disciples and mom. His mom gets word that the wedding hosts are running low on wine. Knowing this is a practical and social problem, she asks Jesus to help the people out.

At first Jesus declines, saying it’s not His time to begin such things… but she persisted. So Jesus has the servants gather a bunch of jars and He turns 120 gallons of water into 120 gallons of high quality wine. The guy running the event doesn’t know what has happened and he tells the groom he is impressed that they saved this best wine for last since most people serve the good stuff first and serve lower quality stuff when the guests have been overindulging.

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This is an interesting story to me, especially in our cultural moment.

Let me ask you, was Jesus condoning drunkenness in this story? Are you following me? The guests plowed through the initial wine. The hosts are in a pickle. So Jesus, after some prodding, provides them with 120 GALLONS more. The guy in charge expresses that normally, since people at this stage are already drunk (and after looking at the Greek, this is in fact the implication I got), that he is surprised at the great wine they are serving. So Jesus gave over indulged party goers more wine. Was he sinning? Enabling? Condoning their behavior?

I’ve gotta think that Jesus was neither condoning drunkeness nor was he concerned about the fact that the people would use His wine to get more sloshed.

Jesus was concerned about other stuff:

He was simply doing what His Mama asked Him to do.

He was concerned with meeting a felt need. It was not a practical need mind you, a social and celebratory need.

He was caring for the dignity of those who would be embarrassed when the wine gave out.

And like all His miracles, He was demonstrating that the King has returned. Things were being made better in so many ways. Lack would be gone. There would be abundance.


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This story is not some perfect correlation to our current dilemma about freedom of expression and gay wedding cakes. It doesn’t address the legal tensions between competing rights. It doesn’t touch on the morality of gay marriage itself.

In my opinion however, it does however show us a picture of a Jesus who was more concerned with meeting a felt need and caring for people’s dignity than with the idea that he was condoning and enabling disagreeable behavior.


Heaven is not my Home.

“There’s a better place waiting for me
In Heaven” -Chris Tomlin, Home

“All I know is I’m not home yet
This is not where I belong
Take this world and give me Jesus
This is not where I belong” -Building 429, Where I Belong

It’s common, when people die, for the living to describe them as going ‘home’. It’s an understandable and comforting way to think about death. The Christian believes, rightly I think, that the departed person is at peace, no more pain, with Jesus. In heaven.

But heaven, with earth left in the trash heap, was never meant to be our home. This world is not a discarded plan. Heaven was never meant to be the place we ultimately belong. God didn’t make us for heaven, He made us for earth.

Tombstone and beautiful flowers - 3D render

Return with me to the very beginning of the Bible. God creates this good earth. Good. He says it over and over. Good. He fills it with good things. He creates people. Embodied, physical people. Very good. He puts them in a garden. Home.

Sin and chaos enter. The people and the earth are corrupted. Not all is well at home.

So God decides He is going to burn down the home and carry the peoples’ bodyless souls off to heaven forever, right? no?

No. He aims to redeem the people and their earth. Follow the story through and what we get is a picture of renewed creation, renewed people. We see an earth at peace, flourishing. People who are resurrected- literally- physically- healed, reconciled, renewed. A new Jerusalem from heaven comes down to this restored earth.

So I like to say earth IS my home. Now not all is well at home. But God’s plan isn’t to abandon this world. It’s good. We are good. Our bodies- good. God didn’t make us for heaven. He made us for earth.

“But the Bible talks about heaven!”, some will say. Of course! It’s God’s space, and it’s where we go after we die.

But as NT Wright likes to say, “heaven is important, but it’s not the end of the world”.

“The kingdom of heaven is at hand!” Jesus proclaimed.

This isn’t saying it’s time to be whisked off to heaven.

This is really saying “the reign of God is breaking into this world!” This world, broken as it is, is fixed and healed when it’s King returns. He returns and restores all of what has been lost. He is King and the world operates in flourishing and peace. The world set right. Home is set right.

This distinction can really matter. It matters because we don’t live as quite fully when we believe we are biding our time till we ‘go home’. We don’t appreciate our bodies when we believe they are just something tying us down till our spirits can escape to heaven. We don’t care as much for this amazing world  if we believe God is abandoning it.

Or to express this a different way, we miss a huge chunk of the gospel when we believe that the good news is that our souls can go to heaven and sing worship songs for eternity. NO! God is rescuing and renewing ALL THINGS. Not just our non-physical souls.

So someday, assuming I die before the King returns, I’ll go to heaven. But I’m not going home. I’m going to wait with Jesus. I suppose I’ll be worshiping God, cheering the living on, and probably pestering Jesus with questions. That will be rad.

But then- The King will return. There will be resurrection of our physical bodies. There will be judgement (a whole other post to be sure). The creation will experience a transformational renewal. We will be home in the most full and complete way.

Meanwhile I’m making my home in our imperfect home. I’m working on the restoration God intends for it, working on the restoration He intends for us. Someday this fixer-upper will be fully renewed. The whole family will be together. God will fully dwell with us in place He made for us. Home.

Note: a great follow up on this topic is this Bible Project video on Heaven and Earth.

couple looking at home

On generational divides…

I can sometimes feel an almost palpable disappointment in and bewilderment with people like me from the conservative evangelical generation of my parents.

I sometimes feel that you look at people like me and wonder “how did this happen? Where did we go wrong?”
You ask how we can have become so “liberal” and how we can sustain faith on such a “slippery slope”. You seem to believe we do not take the Bible seriously and that we have simply caved to culture.
You prayed for us.

You prayed we would have a heart for the lost.

You prayed that we would be world changers.

You prayed we would mend our nation.

You prayed we would preach.

You prayed we would prophesy.

You prayed we would take the gospel to the ends of the earth.

You prayed we would love Jesus.
But what if we became the people you prayed for us to become?

What if your prayers have been answered, but you don’t see it like that because we look so different than you thought we would.

What if we have a heart for “the lost”… and that manifests in our pursuit of hospitality for them?

What if we are world changers, but the change isn’t what you were expecting?

What if we are mending our nation… by being good neighbors and working for reconciliation between groups?

What if we are preaching, but it’s not the same words you used?

What if we do prophesy, but we are prophesying against the greed and bigotry and hypocrisy in our own land and communities?

What if we are taking the gospel to the ends of the earth and circling the world we come back home to take the gospel to the church?

And what if we do love Jesus… and our commitment to Him is the reason we read the Bible in some seemly peculiar ways.

And what if we are deeply imperfect in living out our call?

What if you were imperfect in living out your call?

And I ask myself, what do I pray for my children that I one day might miss when those prayers are being answered?

In what way will they topple my expectations about what the church should look like and think like and act like?

Just as your generation brought needed reforms to the church and your parents generation looked at you with skepticism, so you may look at us.
Imperfect as we all are, we must look through eyes of grace.
Loved as we all are, we must refuse to look through eyes of fear.
And in the end, what if I’m just a fool? What if we all are?

Whether we are fools or wise, what more can we do then entrust ourselves to the completely perfect love of Jesus. This is where we stand in peace, together.

Remember that time… Disaster Relief 2005

Some stories just need to be written down before they are forgotten. Here’s one such story.

When Hurricane Katrina hit in 2005, my friend Becky and I decided we wanted to help with the disaster relief efforts. We convinced our employers to let us go and called the YWAM base in Tyler TX to see if they could connect us with people working in the gulf as well as people to drive down with from our area. They connected us with a couple of guys from the Harrisburg area and a week or so later we met up with these guys (hence forth called J and T), hopped in their conversion van, and headed off to Gulfport Mississippi to meet up with a broad coalition of Christian groups already working there.

I didn’t plan on driving this van given that it wasn’t ours and that it was large, but midway through the night, J, who owned the van, said it was my turn to drive. Uh, ok. Biggest vehicle I’ve driven to date I’d say. For a real bonus we had some construction on the way so I got the privilege of driving an ox in a cattle shoot. Some how we made it. I guess Becky drove too, but I don’t recall.

The next morning, after driving through a storm of nasty windshield smearing bugs, we arrived at some sort of military base- Seabees I think- that was hosting us. We put sleeping bags on cots in a massive warehouse type building. There were showers and an eating area where we are some big ass meals. We were told that the meals, which were served out of specialized food trucks, were the same meals served to firefighters fighting forest fires. Understandably they have huge calorie needs… and probably salt needs. So we got big plates of delicious ribs and the like despite our relative lack of caloric needs.

I recall working at quite a variety of places- a home, a day care, a church, and the church’s surrounding neighborhood. We largely did clean up in yards and flooded buildings and put together some food and hygiene packages. Many of these details are murky. The church sticks out to me the most because of the pastor. She… well she was a SHE to begin with. Our still very young church plant at home believed women could be elders and pastors, and this was a new thing in my world, so meeting a woman pastor was just cool. If I recall, the church was in a predominantly poor area and the pastor wanted to set up the church to be a humanitarian hub where people could get food and clothes and such. Part of what we did there was help with that set up. I remember the pastors granddaughters being around a lot. After a kind of joint church service on Sunday we went out with her and her granddaughters and some members of our larger team to a restaurant and an older gentleman from Alaska who was volunteering paid for all of us.

We didn’t really think ahead to brings games or books for free time because we assumed we’d be working every waking hour… but we really had evenings free. We quickly discovered that J and T shared my and Becky’s love for the game Settlers… so we decided to MAKE a game. We used coffee stirrers and tooth picks and creamers and cardboard and cutting and coloring tools to makes a fully functional game. We were proud of ourselves… and I’m even prouder looking back. LOL oh to be 20 again. After that we played settlers when we were bored.

One day we were out working when we realized that one of the girls with us in our larger group was Danielle, the youngest sister from Out of Eden. (Out of Eden was a popular Christian hip hop group in the late 90’s and earlier 2000’s.) I tried to play it cool, obviously, but we also started hanging out with her. I think T especially liked hanging out with Danielle. She was interesting, famous (at least to some of us), and very cool. She described herself as a “socialite” which seemed to be code for ‘I hang out on the more high profile social scene in Nashville’. Danielle left Gulfport a few days before we did.

Right around the time Danielle left, Luke, my ‘not boyfriend’ (and now husband), arrived at the base with his YWAM team. I had known our time there may overlap from the beginning and was thrilled to see him. I don’t recall if we worked together much those few days, but I remember us sitting outside talking and catching up. I believe he was about to leave for Mozambique and I would be heading home to do my online courses and work at the YMCA. We didn’t know it at the time, but in just over two years we would be married.

We left Gulfport about 10 days after getting there. We hoped back in the conversion van, needing to get home to our jobs and other various commitments. (I had basically guilt tripped my job into letting off to go help, but it wasn’t an open ended thing.) I recall J in particular was eager to get home to his fiancée or girlfriend or whatever.

So it’s the middle of the night and we are driving up Interstate 59 toward Chattanooga. Everyone is asleep besides T, who was driving. When we wake up we discover that T had called Danielle in Nashville which was definitively NOT on our way, and decided to take us on a detour to see her… without bothering to ask us. So here we are outside a Waffle House in the middle of the night, all different levels of peeved with T, waiting for our semi-famous friend to come meet up with us and take us to wherever socialites eat breakfast. I barely recall a thing beyond a bunch of people eating fancy over priced breakfast sandwiches. After awhile we said our goodbyes and got back in the van and headed home. That detour cost us at least 6 hours. Sometime late that day, Becky and I arrived home in Pottstown to jump back in to our normal-ish lives.

Oh to be 20 again… Then again, 32 is great too.

My Mom

I wanted to sit and write a blog about my Mom for Mother’s Day similar to the one I wrote about my Dad  several years ago. As I sit to write however, there is a deep loss for words for how to tackle this one. You see, two weeks ago my Mom called me to let me know that she had been diagnosed with Mesothelioma, an aggressive cancer in the lining of her lungs. It was not the news any of us were expecting even though we knew she was having tests for lung problems. We have no idea how she got it, as it’s normally found in people who were exposed to asbestos or other toxins occupationally… but it doesn’t really matter how it happened. Cancer can be random and mysterious and we don’t always get to know why.

We don’t always get to know why about a lot of things. But for many the urge to know why is huge: the question of ‘why bad things happen to good people’ is ubiquitous. It shakes many because we don’t like the injustice and chaos of this broken world and desperately wish to make sense of it all. The whole book of Job deals with the question of ‘why bad things happen to good people’ with many of the actors assuming there should be some clear cause and effect answer. In the end of the story the humans still never get the answers they are looking for. They just get an encounter with a very powerful and unsearchable God. (Side note, I’m incredibly glad God didn’t stop revealing Himself after the story of Job. God as revealed in Jesus overshadows every other revelation and is infinitely more close and beautiful than the ‘I am God and you are not’ picture in Job.)

Here is the cool thing about my mom though: she isn’t asking ‘why me?’. She isn’t asking ‘why me?’ because she’s wrestled with the injustice and suffering of the world in general long before cancer struck her own body. She’s always been someone who is familiar with my ‘but what about…?’ questions because she’s asked them too. She made peace with the unknowns of why bad stuff happens, not because it all makes sense, but because she trusts that God really is good.

So those are the two particularly wonderful things I will mention that I get from my Mom: She’s felt the big questions and is at peace with not having all the answers to those big questions because she knows God really is good. Not that I wrestle in the same ways of course- I have a much more fiery personality, but in the end I share her deep ok-ness to trust God really is good, loving, and just and that every thing really will be set right.

Now I also want to mention two qualities my mom has that I hope to imitate. One is that my mom always assumes the best in people. There are of course pluses and minuses to this, but as someone with a strong inner cynic, I could use some of that ‘believe the best’ attitude. For my whole life I’ve heard virtually no gossip from her or any kind of tearing other people or groups down. That’s a rare strength.

The second thing I’d like to imitate is related: my mom is probably the most unoffendable person I have ever met in my life. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen her spend her energy on being upset at others over any way she has been slighted or treated unfairly or hurt. It’s practically miraculous. I’m not saying she has never felt hurt… but she doesn’t seem to direct that hurt in anger back at those who hurt her.

So this Mother’s Day is of course particularly meaningful to us in our family. Mom, may you feel all the love we have for you!


raise a glass… to Tax Day

There are few things more ubiquitously complained about than taxes. Many of us think of taxes as the government swiping our hard earned money with little benefit to us. In life we tend to feel very aware of how others benefit from our hard work and less aware of when we benefit from others. It is often the same with taxes. We feel the cost of taxes on us, but the benefits taxes pay for can go rather unnoticed.

Let me give a few examples… after prefacing that of course none of these services work perfectly. Taxes are spent imperfectly because governments are run by people and people spend imperfectly. Sometimes tax dollars are even used unjustly, because they are spent by people and again, people aren’t always just. But instead of zeroing in on that, I want think for a bit about what life might be like with none of these public services.

Your tax dollars pay for our defense. They pay the salaries of our soldiers, the benefits of our vets, and for weapons and technology that we use to keep ourselves safe in case of attack.

Your tax dollars fund disease control, medical research, and food safety.

Your tax dollars pay for public education. This means that the great majority of the population was able to go to school and learn to read and write and do math. We all benefit from an educated population.

You tax dollars fund our court, providing a pathway for justice (well, hopefully) for people who have been wronged.

Your tax dollars pay for a social safety net- welfare. Yes, I said it. Your taxes pay for things like medicaid, food stamps, and other assistance for people with low income. Yes, welfare is a complicated thing and we need to think more systemically to address the reasons for poverty. That said, I am glad to live in a society with a safety net where we’ve collectively determined that it is simply not ok for people to die on the street because they don’t have their own money to pay.

Your tax dollars fund the roads we drive on to get to work, to ship our products, to go to church, and to travel.

Your tax dollars help provide free and fair elections.

Your tax dollars pay for police, firefighters, and other safety and emergency services.

On election day I have a unique opportunity to vote in a way that says what I want our tax priorities to be. I can speak to the just and good use of taxes, voting for candidates I believe will do the most good with our collective pot o money.

Every day I’m free to share my opinion on taxes with my elected representatives and the public through phone calls, protests, facebook posts, and whatever else suits.

But this Tax Day when we write our check to Uncle Sam, I’m going to count my tax funded blessings and raise a glass to living in a society that makes provision for many of our collective needs.

Drawing A Bridge

my meds are kicking in!

“I told my congregation that I was feeling happier because my meds were starting to kick in…”

I quickly turn up the radio so I can hear better. A preacher telling his congregation he is taking meds? The type of meds that make you happier? Maybe he was going to speak of how medicine can be a gift from God to help correct problems in our brains. Maybe he was working to de-stigmatize the use of such medicine…

“My congregation looked concerned. So I continued, ‘yes, I’ve been meditating on the Word of God and it’s good medicine for my soul!'”

I could have slammed my head into the steering wheel. Not only did he not do what I was hoping, but he actually used the stigma about such medicine for dramatic effect to catch his church’s ear.

This happened in May. Right around that time, my therapist and I started talking about how it might be a good time for me to try some medicine for my OCD.

I’ve had OCD for many years. My first significant episode began when I was 12. It was related to my faith- namely, fear that I didn’t have enough of it. “What if I don’t really believe? What if I don’t have enough faith? What if I’m not really saved?” I naturally sought help from my parents and pastor, who counseled me on the spiritual side of it, addressing the actual questions I was raising. These faith questions and fears are common among religious kids. My particular struggle was ever realized to be OCD and I didn’t get psychological counseling. Eventually that episode subsided. Another similar recurred a few years later, and then subsided. Over the next few years I had other little struggles with OCD, but never really identified it for what it was. To me it was just stuff that bothered me deeply. I sought reassurance from those close to me, felt better, and was sort of able to move on.

Fast forward to just after I got married. I woke up from a really weird dream that involved sex. I was immediately terrified it meant I was a bad person; some kind of pervert. This fear gripped me and would not let go. No amount of assurance or self talk made it better. The fears snowballed. Intrusive thoughts. Hyper body awareness. Then came another fear- that somehow I’d snap and become a violent person. The presence of knives and an axe in our house scared me. I had constant and specific fears that somehow I was very ‘messed up’.

I think it was over a year before I went to counseling. I wish I had gone sooner.

I went to a therapist who had been recommended and after several weeks of listening to me unload she diagnosed me with OCD. I was relieved. You see, my biggest fear was that she was going to tell me I really WAS “messed up”. That I was a pervert or at risk of becoming violent at any moment. So when she confirmed it was OCD, a diagnosis I’d been suspecting, I was relieved.

Our first line of treatment was a type of Cognitive-Behavioral therapy called ‘Exposure with Response Prevention’ (ERP) where you confront your fears. This is fairly straightforward if your fear is of something like germs: for example, you might expose your self to progressively more germy environments without immediately washing your hands. First you might touch a door knob with your bare hand and wait 5 minutes to wash… and by the time therapy is complete you may touch a toilet seat and then eat a meal without washing your hands. Sounds gross, but the risk from possible germs is very much outweighed by the benefit of overcoming a crippling anxiety condition. The level of anxiety slowly comes down as you progressively confront your fears with out doing the compulsion (in this case hand washing).

For thought based OCD like mine (mine has very few visible compulsions), ERP is more imagination based, but still doable. It worked quite well and in a few months I felt significantly better and equipped with tools to handle future obsessions.

Unfortunately I didn’t do a spectacular job of staying on top of new obsessions and fears that latched on to this weakness in my brain. Every new fear felt real and legitimate, and so instead of immediately calling it an OCD thought and treating it accordingly, I treated these new fears like possible legitimate threats. My OCD went up and down in severity. I kept thinking about going back to therapy, but also kept thinking it was about to get better. “If I can just make sure this one thing is certainly ok, then I’ll be fine”, I kept telling myself. “It’s about to get better.” It actually has some similarities to an addiction or an abusive relationship in how it keeps you hooked.

Eventually I went back to counseling. I worked with my counselor through more ERP but found we needed to try some other strategies for training my brain. I started some mindfulness practices and other strategies. I made a decent amount of progress. I’m taking better care of my brain and my whole mental/emotional/spiritual being than I had been. One of my most powerful strategies is simply deciding that if I think this fear is probably OCD (at any given moment the specific concern is different), then I make it wait while I continue with what I was doing. Make it wait. Make it wait. I’m not always successful. Even when I am it drains some real energy…


Which is why my therapist and I decided I should go on medicine now.

I’m not real quick to go for medicine. I have a preference for natural and holistic treatments. My therapist isn’t quick to recommend medicine either, at least not for OCD. The cognitive/behavioral side is more foundational in treating OCD. She didn’t want me using medicine to the exclusion of giving the other therapies my full effort. But now that I’ve made those efforts in as full a way as I could, and now that my progress flat lined, it was time to see what else might also help.

And here I am, hoping these meds kick in! If they do, I will have no problem seeing them as a gift from God, a form of correction for my broken brain. It’s like a brace would be for a faulty knee- it stabilizes it so the knee can heal, or at least stop being constantly re-injured. It aids mobility and overall wellness. That’s the goal with my brain meds. If it can help my brain work in a more functional and life giving way, if I can have my internal energy more freed up, I’m calling it a win and will say for real, MY MEDS ARE KICKING IN!

I’m told my OCD is severe. The faulty ruts in my brain are deep, partly from years of unfortunate reinforcing. The OCD is unlikely to ever fully disappear until God makes this body all new. Even with medicine it will likely continue to be an irritation, like a little thorn in my side, until I die. God could do a miracle. If He would, that would be great. I’ve asked, trust me. I did some inner healing and prayer counseling too. I’m glad I did. But my OCD is still here. On one hand, I know God is a healer. He is the giver of life. OCD wasn’t His doing. He is setting and will fully set these problems right. On another hand, in my situation, I can’t help but see the potential for good fruit to come out of this struggle. I’m someone who likes to be strong. I feel empowered and gratified when I can handle tough things. OCD is a constant reminder that my value isn’t found in my strength and that I can be empowered in the more important ways if I will acknowledge where I am weak and helpless. I’ve also grown in other ways that I may not have without my broken brain. I’ve grown in my ability to trust the judgment of people around me, and I’ve become more aware of the mental and emotional realities of others. I expect more good fruit down the road. To quasi quote Greg Boyd, as I often do, “God didn’t plan my OCD, but He brought a plan to my OCD.”

I wrote this in September 2016 when I first started my medicine. I decided to leave it unpublished for awhile. Well it’s now February 2017. The medicine has been moderately effective in helping the OCD symptoms; taking some of that urgent edge off, making it easier for me to ‘make it wait’. Specific OCD thoughts don’t follow me as much from one day to the next. It’s had other effects as well: My girls have told me numerous times I’m getting sillier (though the bar here started very low). I do a better job at making other things wait too, like dishes- I can more easily let them sit and not feel compelled to clean up right away. I enjoy sleep more, and seem to need sleep more. I probably also cry a bit less than I used to. I felt a bit spacey at first but feel pretty clear now and am as analytical as ever. The most negative effect is that my ability to manage verbal chaos (ie; everyone talking to mom at once 😉 ) is lower for some reason.

I’m very grateful for this one more tool in my pursuit of health and am rather ok with the fact that it comes in the form of a medicine. All in all it’s been a win- my meds are kicking in!

Woman on the Beach

Am I still an evangelical? No, I suppose not.

I’ve been pondering a number of things the past few days. One of the biggest is whether I ought to keep referring to myself as an ‘evangelical’.

In the past I’ve assumed that since my theology is still basically within evangelical bounds (Bebbington quadrilateral, Lausanne Covenant) and since my background is dyed in the wool Evangelical and since most of my Christian friends, family, and aquaintences are evangelical, then I’m still more or less an evangelical.

But the reality at least here in America is that evangelical isn’t just a theological identity. It’s also a cultural and political one. Evangelicalism seems fairly synonymous with ‘conservative’. They are reliable republican voters. They are on a specific side of the ‘culture wars’.

Evangelical also has some distinctive ways of approaching faith. Their MO with tough faith issues is often ‘the Bible says it, I believe it, That settles it’. They tend to like certainty. They like clean definitions of things, including who is in and who is out.

If that is what we mean by ‘Evangelical’, I’m obviously not there. I’m left leaning politically and find the evangelical way of doing faith and dealing with questions ill fitting to me. It’s not because the meaning of evangelical has recently shifted. It’s because I have shifted.

In my cultural background ‘evangelical’ was synonymous with ‘true Christian’. This was often an implicit idea, but at times was more explicitly communicated.  The evangelicals are the people who take the bible seriously, who are conservative, they are the Christians who call themselves born again, who actually are saved.

And maybe that’s one reason I’ve kept calling myself an evangelical. If I totally leave behind that identity, I’m leaving behind the identity of what I believed was ‘true Christian’. Even though my definition of ‘true’ Christian has expanded, there is still something painful in this. Perhaps it makes me feel more distanced from my conservative Christian friends and family because I’m recognizing that to some of them I’m really not a ‘true Christian’. Perhaps it’s just weird to realize how much I’ve changed.

Another reason I’ve failed to ditch the evangelical label is because I’ve assumed it’s better to challenge from within than from without. I thought “We need to do better” sounds better than “You need to do better”. BUT, if I’m seen as an outsider and talk with the directness of an insider, that really can cause unnecessary frustration, which is quite understandable. (Of course whether you think I should be challenging at all is another question… for another post for another time.)

So I’ll call a spade a spade. I’m not an Evangelical. I don’t know how much resolving this in my own mind will help my communication with conservative Christians, but it won’t hurt it because it’s really more authentic.  If I’m specifically challenging something in conservative Christian culture,  I’ll avoid talking like I’m an insider, because I’m not. I’ll have to consider if I would challenge my progressive or catholic Christian friends with such bluntness.

So if I’m not an evangelical, what am I?
I’m a Jesus follower.
I’m a member of a wonderful local church.
I’m a part of the universal Church.
And I’m firmly committed to all three.

But I’m not an evangelical. I also don’t fit the labels ‘catholic’, ‘main liner’, or ‘progressive’. I don’t even fit the cultural definitions of ‘anabaptist’ or ‘charismatic’ despite many agreements and similarities. I guess that’s ok. I think there are many out there like me. We aren’t out of the Church, we just don’t fit nicely into a polling category. However, I am FOR all these particular expressions of the church… I love my brothers and sister in them… I root for their health and vibrancy.

So here I am, tied into the rock called Christ, not being an evangelical.
Love to you all.

Photographer before Ararat mountain

‘Do you thinking voting Trump was a sin?’ and other FAQs.

Since the election I’ve had some real push back on a few of my beliefs and opinions about the Church and the election. I’ve been challenged on these themes before before, but because my response to Donald Trumps’s election has been quite passionate, the push back at me is more intense as well, which is only fair.

So I’m going address a few of the things I’m most frequently challenged on from fellow believers.

Why are you so tough on the Church? 
Well I’m specifically tough on the white Evangelical/Charismatic church. There are a few reasons for this. One is that this is that is the crowd I come from. Just like you don’t worry as much about what the other families are doing and focus on your own family, I feel it is more appropriate to focus on how I believe my group should act than focusing on all the other groups.

Also, white Christians are the historically privileged group in this country. That means reconciliation and justice should start with us.  Some many reject that idea, wanting to say that we are all just individuals and that the white church has no special responsibility to step up to the plate on our social divisions, but I reject that idea. I believe we ought to embrace the role of brother’s keeper and be the first to listen and be willing to change.

Lastly, because we Christians believe we are the body of Christ on earth, made alive and  empowered by the Holy Spirit to carry out the mission of Christ, taking His message of reconciliation and hope to the world. I believe it’s appropriate to call us to live that reality. 

Are you saying it was a sin to vote for Trump?
No, I really can’t say that. Some people voted for Trump with a clean conscience. I try to reserve the word sin for times when people know the right thing to do and chose the wrong thing instead.

BUT I still think the Church collectively needs to repent for where we are and how we got here.

Let me unpack that. This election is a symptom of a more foundational problem. The underlying problem is this: We have failed to be reconciled to our neighbors and therefore have failed to love our neighbors. We have failed to understand our non evangelical and minority neighbors and failed to take their needs, wounds, and concerns seriously. We often aren’t even close enough to our Muslim neighbors, our LGBT neighbors, or our immigrant neighbors to begin to know that we don’t really know them.

(And no, the fact that there is a black gal at your church and she votes conservative isn’t enough. She is an image bearer of God, as valuable as any other person, but she is not a reason to gloss over the 90% of African Americans who vote for democrats. It isn’t fair to point to someone who is a major outlier from their group and say that that is all the understanding you need.)

All too often, white evangelicals lack deep open minded relationships with many people from very different perspectives. This leads to us assuming we get ‘those people’ when we really really don’t. Deepening our understandings of others is ESSENTIAL when it comes to reconciliation and love.

So when I say the church needs to repent- aka ‘reverse course’- this is largely what I mean. We as a Church are missing the mark and we need to be reconciled to our neighbor. I believe if we are reconciled to our neighbors our politics and rhetoric and ‘culture wars’ would really change. (And related note, our theology would be deeply enriched.)

Why do you have to be such a self-righteous condescending asshole?
It’s a gift.
No, really, it’s a couple things. Perhaps this is obvious, but I don’t actually mean to come across that way.
I’m extremely passionate about this topic. I’ve invested time, energy, and emotion into understanding different perspectives. I’ve shared the pain of people wounded and alienated by the Church. I’ve also had major shifts in my thinking about politics, moving away from the ‘take America back for God’ mindset and into what I might call a ‘Third Way’ or ‘Kingdom’ midset. It’s lasered in me as a deeply important value and I’m desprate for the church to make some changes in this area.

This passion can come across in both hurtful and healing ways, sometimes at the exact same time. Sometimes I might post a thing where I get these 2 responses: A gay formerly Christian friend might tell me ‘thank you for being willing to say that. You acknowledge that what the Church has done is hurtful. That is healing to me.’ And then a Christian friend might tell me ‘You are so harsh and judgmental of the church. You clearly think you are better than me. Why do you think it’s helpful to run down the body like that?’

The reality is that there is no perfect expression that will please everyone.
The reality is that sometimes words can be both painful and needed.
The reality also is that I need to do a better job of slowing down when anger or frustration is fueling my passion.

“Anything you can do WITH anger, you can do better WITHOUT it.”
I don’t recall who I heard say this, but it rings true to me.

It doesn’t mean I can eradicate all anger or should focus my attention on that. But it does mean that anything I do fueled by anger is likely to be with compromised judgement.

So with that in mind, I ask the forgiveness of anyone I’ve unhelpfully hurt through my words, particularly this week. It isn’t my intention to judge people’s hearts or shut people down. It’s my intention to challenge as well as open up dialogue that can be beneficial and helpful. So if I have made you feel misunderstood, condescended to, or written off, please forgive me.

If in the future I come across as edgier than you like, please know that I am trying to measure my words to be challenging AND gracious, daring AND wise. I’ll fail, and I’ll keep trying, because I believe somethings need to be said, conversations need to be had, and bridge building needs to be done.

You have some major criticisms, so do you just like to talk about what you think is wrong or do you have any helpful proactive solutions to offer?

Yes, one in particular at the moment. Church, please, I beg you, develop deep open minded and openhearted relationships with people who are different than you. People who look different, think different, vote different, believe different.

For the individual, this just means starting with one person and building upon that. We don’t diversify our social circles quickly or easily, but it’s very much worth a try. Facebook can help for some people if you can do genuine facebook friendships. It also might mean reading different news sources or books that give us a different angle on the world.

The church will experience greater reconciliation and oneness as we truly get to know and love each other. We will struggle to love our neighbor well if we don’t know them well. My hope is for us to grown in our breadth and depth of relationships with people who are unlike us… and that we would learn to love your neighbor like we love our own selves.

Drawing A Bridge

Now What?

I’m rather in shock.
I did not see this coming.

I expected to deal with a defeated conservative Christian/GOP crowd for the next four years while I would be glad we dodged the Trump bullet.

But we didn’t dodge the bullet, we accepted it. It’s not the GOP who is defeated this morning. It’s those like me on the left, walloped by the frustrated traditional/rural/conservative christian voters who turned out in droves to ‘take America back’.

I’m grieved and angered at an Evangelical Church that voted for him 4 times out of 5. I believe our priorities are off in a big way. I believe we are deceived by the promise of power and privilege. Some are upset that I would say this. Whelp, that’s my assessment. You can disagree. Even better, prove me wrong by standing up for our vulnerable neighbors these next four years. Prove me wrong by sharing your power and voice with those who find themselves marginalized. Really, I will happily eat crow pie every day for four years if it can mean I’m wrong about where this is going.

For my end, I’m contemplating where I go from here, and this is what I’ve got so far:

1. I’m going to accept the results of this election. I’m going to refer to President Elect Trump in those terms, just like I insisted on calling President Obama in proper terms when I was unhappy with him. I’ll honor the humanity and image of God in Trump and His supporters. I will not mock or deride PEOPLE. I will not hold my Christian brothers and sisters who enabled and supported Trump in contempt.

2. I’m going to call out unjust actions and attitudes in society and ESPECIALLY the church. This is not at odds with #1. If I am a pain the church’s ass, it is not gratuitously, but because I think we were wrong to back this man and I want better for us. I want us to live into our calling as God’s people.

3. I will not abandon the church. I see people talking of hanging up their hats, giving up on the church. I won’t. This is not an option. The followers of Jesus are the light of the world, we have the hope of God in us. This is my family even if I think we have failed in this realm of politics. I love them and I won’t go anywhere.

4. I’ll pray. I’ll pray for President Trump and our government. I’ll pray for us. I’ll pray for me. This is my rule for myself: If I’m praying  for others to change or ‘get it’, I must pray the same for myself. If I pray for others to see their blind spots, I must pray for myself. I’ll be doing a lot of praying. I’ll pray God gives our leaders wisdom. I’ll pray God helps us all see clearly. I’ll pray God helps my negative emotions only come from a place of genuine care. I’ll pray I can learn from my conservative friends. I’ll pray we the church can figure out a good way to be peacemakers.

5. I will DO justice. I will support my Muslim, LGBT, immigrant, and black friends. I will resist favoritism shown to the Evangelical community or the white community. I don’t know what that looks like yet, but I commit to justice. I commit to justice even if it puts me at odds with some other Christians. I’ll do justice in a thousand little ways in my community and everyday life. I will do justice in the big ways that are open to me.

6. I’ll hope. I’ll hope for President Trump to be a better President than I think he will be, but far more important, I’ll keep hope in the belief that in the end love wins the day. Not just in our country, I look and work toward that day when the peace and justice of God envelopes the whole world. Divisions will cease. Our hearts will fully reflect the perfect goodness of God. Our creation will be renewed. Our relationships healed. Our bodies made new.

I finally fell asleep last night to the beautiful thoughts about how it’s all going to be ok. REALLY. I will work toward that wholeness and justice now… but where I fail, I know the best is still coming. Love will win the day. May my heart reflect that love wins.