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Presidential SealI couldn’t help but post this nearly picture-perfect abuse of Scripture, as illustrated by a tinfoil-hat-wearing Christian with slightly too much knowledge of video production for his (and our) own good:

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Now – I don’t hide my political affiliation, nor my utter (and nearly complete) disdain for the current occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Even so, I think that stretching the historical (and linguistic) truth to shoehorn the newspaper into one’s voodoo-theologics is just plain silly…

PS: Apologies for my AWOL-ness recently – I hope to be through this particular stretch of woods in the near future…

[HT: A 'Christian' friend of mine...]

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#2 in a series of quotes about faith, life, or religion.

“Of all religions, Christianity is without a doubt the one that should inspire tolerance most, although, up to now, the Christians have been the most intolerant of all men”

Voltaire

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Spurred on by Joe C. and his “finding truth anywhere” post and encouraged by the dialogue as of late I’ve decided to start a new series called “Whaddya think?”

Each week I’ll throw out a different quote and see where it lands.  The quotes will be from everywhere and will be controversial so as to engender dialogue.   So let the games begin:

I have been thinking about the notion of perfect love as being without fear, and what that means for us in a world that’s becoming increasingly xenophobic, tortured by fundamentalism and nationalism.   Bell Hooks

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As I continue to transition from the position of lackey to that of servant of God–that is, a Jesus follower unshackled from the ball and chainof a church signed paycheck–I realize how much I was missing for so long. I realize, more and more, how much of a legalist I was and had become and how it would continue to get worse as long as I was being paid to preach. It is sad. I realize that for the better part of my life I was fighting the wrong war, waging war against the wrong enemy, not realizing that the war was already fought and won and that I was to follow where He led.

A friend of mine came to visit today. He is a pastor. He served me communion last Sunday and put his hand on my bald head and prayed over me. I haven’t been served communion for a long time; the prayer was like rain. When our visit was nearing its appointed end, he, another friend, and I, engaged in prayer. Sweet fellowship and the Spirit’s refreshment. But when he prayed, he said something like, “Lord, help Jerry not to be planning.” I know what he means. Following means following not leading. It means waiting. It means not pressing my plans in order to hurry the Lord along. Resting. Waiting. Patience.

Following means learning to trust again. Following means that I don’t have to understand everything. Following means going in the path of someone else, doing what they do. Following means learning to love again.

Following means loving?!? I’ve complained to the Lord a lot about love because there are people I don’t want to love. Talk about war; it’s much easier to be a prisoner of war sometimes and growing accustomed to scarcity, brutality, unfeeling, emotionless, self-pity and mental anarchy. Much harder is it to follow the protocols of war and make it my first duty to escape. I heard in a song yesterday, “It’s true that love can change us, but never quite enough.” That might be skepticism; it might also be optimism. You can guess yourself.

So I have been, as I have found myself doing much lately, thinking and wondering if love has truly changed me–realizing that for all of my 39 years I haven’t grown all that much. Then I just happened to find this.

I heard my pastor say once, when there were only a few of us standing around, that he hated Bill Clinton. I can understand no liking Clinton’s policies, but I want my spirituality to rid me of hate, not give me a reason for it. I couldn’t deal with that. That is one of the main reasons I walked away. I felt like, by going to a particular church, I was a pawn for Republicans. Meanwhile, the Republicans did not give a crap about the causes of Christ.

Only one more thing that bugged me, then I will shut up about it. War metaphor. The churches I attended would embrace war metaphor. They would talk about how we are in a battle, and I agreed with them, only they wouldn’t clarify that we were battling poverty and hate and injustice and pride and the powers of darkness. They left us thinking that our war was against liberals and homosexuals. Their teaching would have me believe I was the good person in the world and the liberals were the bad people in the world. Jesus taught that we are all bad and He is good, and He wants to rescue us because there is a war going on and we are hostages in that war. The truth is we are supposed to love the hippies, the liberals, and even the Democrats, and that God wants us to think of them as more important than ourselves. Anything short of this is not true to the teachings of Jesus. (Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz, 131-132)

So there has been this cosmic shift of worldview in me. It’s not that I find everything that certain groups do appealing or something I can sign on to. It is that it doesn’t matter if certain groups do everything to suit me or my opinion. It means that because Jesus matters, everyone matters. It means that because of the cross, there are no insignificant or unlovable people. It means that the “best way to change the world is to change your mind…you find energy to do something you hadn’t expected to do” (Anne Lamott, Grace (Eventually), 252).

It means that love has changed me, but not enough. Self-examination is never the easiest thing to do–it’s ugly in there. But love.

It means that today, starting today (or starting three weeks ago when I was informed that my ministry was over, or just beginning), I am in the business of finding new people on earth to love.

I don’t need any more people to hate. I do not need a spirituality to cause me to hate. I don’t need a worldview that is filled with hate. There’s enough hate in the world and in the church. I’m done with hate.

Hello Love.

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“Therefore we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day. For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison, while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal.”

Praise the Lord!

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Sometimes, I think there may not be an angrier subset of humanity than Christians. Certainly, we have plenty of proof in the internet and blogosphere, and that’s a post for another day. Quick, answer this question: “Who’s more abusive, pastors or congregations?” I bet your answer is strongly tied to which side of the pulpit you’ve spent most of your life on.

Pastors can be mean and abusive. Congregations can do great impersonations of slave owners.  Blogs allow people on both sides to write scathing critiques of others. Pastors are leaving their vocational ministry by the droves. Families are being destroyed.  How does Christ speak into this? How does love speak into this? How do we as Christians act like Christians? Well, to start we forgive. Take a bland sheet of paper. Seriously, go get one. Now, write down the names of the people in your congregation who have wronged you, abused you, unfairly criticized you, hurt you, and attacked you and your family.

Now, go ahead and do the same thing if your not a pastor. I’m sure we all have a list. Are you willing to forgive them? Are you willing to say that out loud? I forgive ___________.

We’ve just finished a three part series on forgiveness. I would strongly encourage everyone to download all three sermons and take a listen. Please note this does not mean I will engage anyone in conversations about Rob or Mars beyond the scope of these teaching times. I want to write more on this later but as I attended the last day of Poets, Prophets and Preachers today sitting next to someone who’s words were being used to hurt my teaching pastor I realized that there are those who live to hurt the church.  There are those people who are toxic. They don’t have to be engaged, but they must be forgiven. Forgiveness sets us free. Forgiveness leads to Resurrection.

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A grieving child:

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Ingrids take:

This is slightly outside the realm of our commentary here at Slice, but the mawkish, vomit-inducing spectacle in L.A. today over the death of a desiccated, prescription drug-abusing pop star demands a reality check

…God help this nation, and may we always remember the young people who have died in the service of their country, unsung and unnoticed, while Americans behave like fools over a dead singer with a proclivity for young boys.

emphasis mine.

More Christian love here

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May you all be blessed today and this weekend. My prayer is that you’re never lonely.

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The one thing that really irks my noodle (my brain), more than any other thing, about blogging is the sanctimonious feel to it all. Particularly “Christian” blogs. The basic outline of a Christian blog goes a little something like this:

This is what I think
This is what God thinks
Not surprisingly God and I think alike.
Anyone who disagrees is obviously not like God.
Anyone who disagrees is obviously less like God than I am.
Discuss.

It’s rather, how should I say, pathetic. Now before anyone think I’m excluding myself from the fraternity of pious blather spewers let me say I am fully aware of my ability to believe I’m right on everything. For why would I pontificate on anything that I’m not convinced that I know completely? What’s even more comical is the feigned offense I take when others don’t see it my way. It’s comical because I really shouldn’t take myself so seriously. Even more comical is that I feel the need to feign offense at a comment, moniker, and IP address. Is it possible I’m OCD about ODM’s?

Don’t believe me? Check out some of the things I’ve written here. Or better yet check out your blog, or your favorite blog, or your Aunt Jenny’s blog. Sure; sometimes you may mask the outline with witty banter or obfuscate a point with some ten cent words but I assure you that somewhere on any Christian blog the outline will work.

Want to be risky or risque start posting about your penchant for certain sins. Or that one thought you had about that one woman. Or maybe how you really feel about Aunt Jenny. Nah…that would be too…non-christian. After all a blog has standards and etiquette. Well at least that’s what I tell myself. Maybe you’re more able than I am to cut to the quick or rather quick to cut.

Whatever your motivation to blog may I suggest to you (and myself) that Paul reminds us to not “…think more highly of ourselves than we ought”. But Paul must not realize how many blog hits I get a day. Or the emails supporting my “ministry”. Or that one time that one guy invited me to his internet radio talk show. At least that’s what I tell my friends when they ask about my incessant rambling about Emergent.

Well I gotta get going I’ve got a facebook convo with Doug, Tony, Mark S., Brian, Rob, Phyllis, Peter, Scot, and Mark D. they really need my advice on the next steps for world domination. What would they ever do without me? What would God do without me?

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It is with mixed feelings that I read of Sunday’s shooting of George Tiller, one of three American doctors who perform late-term (post 21st week) abortions:

Dr. George Tiller, one of the nation’s few providers of late-term abortions despite decades of protests and attacks, was fatally shot Sunday in a church where he was serving as an usher.

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The doctor’s death was the latest in a string of shootings and bombings over two decades directed against abortion clinics, doctors and staff.

Long a focus of national anti-abortion groups, including a summerlong protest in 1991, Tiller was shot in the foyer of Reformation Lutheran Church, Stolz said. Tiller’s attorney, Dan Monnat, said Tiller’s wife, Jeanne, was in the choir at the time.

The slaying of the 67-year-old doctor is “an unspeakable tragedy,” his widow, four children and 10 grandchildren said in a statement. “This is particularly heart-wrenching because George was shot down in his house of worship, a place of peace.”

To this point in time, most of the Christian response I’ve heard to this latest act of violence in the war over abortion has been condemning of the shooter – as it should be.   Al Mohler’s response was especially good:

But violence in the name of protesting abortion is immoral, unjustified, and horribly harmful to the pro-life cause.  Now, the premeditated murder of Dr. George Tiller in the foyer of his church is the headline scandal — not the abortions he performed and the cause he represented.

We have no right to take the law into our own hands in an act of criminal violence.  We are not given the right to take this power into our own hands, for God has granted this power to governing authorities.  The horror of abortion cannot be rightly confronted, much less corrected, by means of violence and acts outside the law and lawful means of remedy.  This is not merely a legal technicality — it is a vital test of the morality of the pro-life movement.

He has hit upon both of the key issues, as I see them, with this despicable act – 1) the issue of honoring authority – and putting our trust in God to provide justice; and 2) the issue of hypocrisy displayed by Christians who claim to be pro-life, but commit murder in the name of life.  The first is an issue of failure to love God – because we fail to trust Him and take action into our own hands.  The second is an issue of failure to love our neighbor.

(I have to say that, following the trend of quoting Steve Taylor, I’m reminded of his song “I Blew Up the Clinic Real Good“)

Some Christian commentators, Doug Phillips, are asking some interesting questions, but sometimes not going far enough in their responses – possibly failing at ‘loving your neighbor’:

I conclude with this thought: George Tiller is dead. For whom shall we mourn?

First, we mourn for the many children he murdered whose names will never make headline news, but whose murder were painful, violent, and bloody at the hands of this man. Second, we mourn for the future children who may be killed as a result of the way the pro-abortion movement will capitalize on this unlawful killing. Third, we mourn for a nation that has broken covenant with God, and that is deserving of God’s just wrath for its complicity in child sacrifice.

Finally, our mourning must lead us to prayer for the Church. God forbid that the blood of the innocent would be on our hands. If we would humble ourselves before the Lord and simply refuse to tolerate abortion in our own ranks, who knows what great things might be lawfully done, with God’s blessing, to bring murderers like George Tiller to an appropriate and earthly justice?

Aside from the obvious issue of mixing of Christianity and nationalism, I have to ask “What about Tiller’s family?”  He left behind a wife, four children and ten grandchildren.  What about Tiller, himself?  Make no mistake, he was a despicable man.  He claimed to be Christian and an active member at a Lutheran church, and yet he killed 60,000+ children, oft-times baptizing their corpses before cremating them.  Even so, should we not pray that he received the grace none of us deserve, rather than pray that he receives justice?

The religious movement from which Jesus came, in the Galilee region of first-century Israel, had two main thrusts – Phariseeism and Zealotry – both with identical theology apart from a single key point – The Pharisees believed that God would bring about his kingdom through the obedience of His people, and not through violence, and the Zealots believed that they were called to bring about God’s kingdom as instruments of violence.  In this matter, it is clear that Jesus sided with the Pharisees – even as he condemned their hypocrisy in other matters.

As I search my own soul, I have to say in my heart of hearts I cannot say that I am sorry the Tiller is out of business.  His business was chaos, hypocrisy, death and destruction – as it is with each of us, even if on a smaller scale.  But I must wish – even if I must force myself to wish it – that it would have been God turning his heart, and not man doing it in the name of God.

The kingdom does not come about by our taking the role of God.  It comes about through our humble obedience to Him, and His action in His time.

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