The Power of Hope

(I was recently asked to write a "Sanctuary Moment" note for our health system's intranet, as my chaplaincy colleague in a larger facility was on vacation. They usually write a weekly post, published in several of our facilities, with links to other resources as well. I did get some feedback from colleagues in several places that they appreciated these thoughts, so I decided to post this entry here as well.)

Sanctuary Moment for 05-15-14

“The Power of Hope”

“Hope is a state of mind, not of the world. Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the same as joy that things are going well, or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously heading for success, but rather an ability to work for something because it is good.”

Vaclav Havel

What do you hope for? When I approach the weekend, I hope for good weather and the opportunity to spend time with family and friends. Early in the morning, I hope for a good day at work and the opportunity to make a difference in the lives of patients, families and colleagues. I personally hope for a rewarding career, good health, and intimacy with God and others.

We meet patients and families each day, in hospitals and outpatient settings, who hope for good test results and speedy recoveries. Some of these situations will have positive outcomes. Over my career in healthcare chaplaincy, I have had the good fortune to celebrate with more patients and families than I can count. Whether it is a parent taking a newborn home after a NICU stay, a grandmother returning home following successful cardiac surgery, or a teenage boy returning to school after an appendectomy, these shared experiences can give us renewed hope and raise our spirits. Many of us have also walked alongside people facing harder circumstances. Perhaps you have cared for a mother with young children and a terminal diagnosis, or have witnessed the shock of families trying to make sense of sudden loss following a car crash. Although it can be rewarding to offer care and support in these moments, we might feel hopeless at times.

The current state of healthcare also induces stress and uncertainty. Will my position be here next week or next year? What about the patient volumes in the unit you manage? What impact will the budget process have on the resources I am accustomed to utilizing to perform my work? In my experience, in order to thrive we also have to adapt to change. Few of us now report to the manager or director we met during the hiring process.

Whether we are sharing the joys and pains of patients and families, or facing other job-related stressors, I am convinced that each of us is responsible to develop and nurture a hopeful spirit. Life is a gift to be celebrated and shared. Careful reflection on Havel’s words above tells me that hope is not dependent solely on achieving the outcome I would like in a specific situation, but rather appreciating the value of meaningful work and significant relationships. I invite you to identify what is “good” in your life and work, and invest your time and energy in these things. I believe this is one source of a consistently hopeful spirit for each of us.

A prayer for hope:  Alone, we do not have the resources to meet the challenges of this day, nor the strength to accomplish the necessary tasks of caring for all those we meet. It is easy to become overwhelmed, fearful, and anxious. Help us find beauty in each moment, and give us peace which is not based on instantaneous results. May we find hope that endures.  Amen.

Here are two songs about hope (the first is techno, the second a Gaither hymn, possibly following advertisements):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6XwmEP4E8Y&feature=youtu.be

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7LkqyC9dMF8&feature=em-share_video_user       

Remembering Dad

On this Father's Day weekend, it is difficult for me to believe that it has been 18 years since Dad's death. He died much too young (67) in 1995. I was almost 24 and in my first year of seminary at the time, and it is no exaggeration to say that helping care for him at home (along with Hospice staff and my Mom & siblings) changed the direction of my life and ministry.

Dad was born in 1928 in a small community in the mountains of East Tennessee. His mother died when he was 8, and his father moved the family across the state line into Western North Carolina. His father never remarried. Dad left school after the 6th grade, and grew up farming and logging alongside his father. He always said that he was a "little too young" to be drafted during WWII, and a "little too old" to be among the first called into military service during the Korean conflict. He was drafted into the U.S. Army toward the end of this war, and experienced the farthest-ranging travel of his life during his time in military service. As we were growing up, he would recount his experiences traveling through Texas, California, and to Japan. Dad had a wry sense of humor, and would tell about arriving in Korea 24-48 hours after the Armistice was signed  with a comment that the timing was "just fine with me." He did complete a little more education during his time in the Army, finishing the equivalence of 8th grade. He also joked about avoiding more "risky" assignments in the military, relating an account of an officer seeking recruits by appealing to ego/machismo. Apparently this guy was seeking volunteers to try for a more elite unit (maybe Rangers or something like that?) by telling the group he "wasn't looking for boys, we need men!" Dad would kind of shrug and say "I decided I was still a boy" and stayed with his unit as a tank driver. Following his military service, Dad returned home and rarely left the mountains of NC/TN for the rest of his life.

Dad worked as a pulpwood logger, and as a farmer on rented property, until back injuries required that he stop logging. He continued to farm, supplementing his income with factory work at times as well. Dad began dating Mom after he returned from the Army, and they were married in 1955. After a honeymoon in Gatlinburg, they moved in with my paternal grandfather for a few years. Dad was always a joker, and while Mom had met her future father-in-law, she had never visited his house before this time.  The snow in the mountains in January/February required them to leave Dad's car at my uncle's house nearby and finish the trip to my grandfather's house on foot. As they passed the small church & cemetery (where they are now buried) they only had to walk over one more hilltop to see the house. Mom was getting tired, and asked how much farther they had to go. Dad responded "oh, we're about halfway there" while pointing at a more distant ridge. (I think this story was funnier to Mom when retelling it later than it was in the moment...) As they topped the ridge, Mom saw my grandfather waiting at the door to welcome them in. They soon started a family, and their first son died as an infant. My parents had 6 daughters and 2 more sons (I am the 7th of 8 surviving siblings).

My father did not have the advantages of education or significant financial resources, but he was one of the smartest and hardest-working men I have ever known. He had a firm conviction about what he believed was right and wrong, and a strong faith (though he was not consistently active in a local church). One of my earliest memories of church includes Dad holding me when I was a young boy, and carrying me to the altar area when much of the congregation was coming forward for a time of prayer. Dad had his weaknesses and flaws, as all of us do as humans, and in my opinion the two areas he struggled with most were insecurity and anger. I believe he was a very good man, but a man who was raised in a harsh environment and circumstances, and some of this was reflected in his attitudes and mannerisms.

Dad was also a quiet and introverted man. He enjoyed spending time with family and close friends, but would avoid or quietly escape many social settings. Our house was positioned on a hill, with the side yards sloping down toward the back with a walkout basement. On multiple occasions, I can remember folks stopping by the house and Mom happily engaging in extended conversations with them. If Dad was home at the beginning of the visit, he would quietly find his way downstairs and out the back door within a few minutes. He would usually drive down to the farm, and then spend a few hours checking the progress of his crops or working on his equipment and preparing tools for the next chore.

Dad worked hard to provide for us, moving from an early life in his father's home to renting houses for his growing family. He also transitioned vocationally from working alongside my grandfather to purchasing his own equipment and renting farmland. He eventually built our home (around 1970) and then purchased a small farm (about 50 acres) in 1980. He completed our house about a year before I was born, and I lived there with my parents and siblings until moving away for college. My parents lived in this house, situated on about an acre of property, for the rest of their lives. Each of them was cared for by family and Hospice staff at the end of their lives, and passed away peacefully in their home.

In my opinion, my Dad did more with less advantages than anyone I have ever known. He provided for the needs of a growing family, raising 8 children to adulthood and living faithfully with Mom for 40 years. He was able to move from living in his own father's house to building our home and purchasing a farm and equipment, leaving property and a small inheritance to us after their deaths (I have siblings who live on the farm property today.) He loved his children and grandchildren, and my Mom "Jenny" was the love of his life.

I had the privilege of assisting him as his health declined, and will remember some of the conversations and shared experiences in those final months and weeks for the rest of my life. Mom & I were taking turns caring for him at the end, and on the night of his death I was scheduled to sit with him during the night. Mom came to tell me that he had asked her to stay with him, and Dad passed away peacefully a few hours later with Mom at his side.

Dad, I look forward to seeing you again.

Remembering Mom

My mother has been deceased for many years, but I am reflecting upon her life as we prepare for Mother's Day this weekend.  Her example, love, and influence continue to shape my life and attitudes today.

Mom was born in a small East Tennessee community in 1934, and faced numerous hardships in her life.  As a child growing up in the Appalachian mountains during and after the Great Depression, she experienced financial hardship as well as significant losses in her family of origin.  Mom was the oldest child in her family, and her mother died when she was 11. Her father remained single for several years following her mother's death, and Mom essentially became a "housewife" helping raise her younger siblings before she was a teenager. (I believe her youngest sister was very young, and went to live with an aunt or another family member.)

Education was important to Mom, and she insisted on continuing school until her high school graduation in addition to her work caring for her siblings. After high school, she completed nursing studies as well. Despite this education, however, she never worked professionally in the nursing field. She met my father, married, and cared for our large family for the rest of her life.

My mother and father lived most of their lives in small Appalachian communities along the Tennessee/North Carolina border. Dad was a few years older than Mom, and they began dating and were married not long after he returned from serving in the U.S. Army near the end of the Korean conflict. We frequently heard the story of their first date while growing up. Apparently,there was a double date planned, with each of them seeing other people. However, Dad was driving and picked Mom up first. As he continued driving along, Mom asked if he was picking up her date and his. Dad responded "Oh, we don't need them" and continued driving. Mom apparently had no objection to this change of plans, and they continued dating and were married less than a year later.

Mom moved with Dad to North Carolina, started a family of their own, and their first son died in infancy. They raised 8 surviving children (I have six sisters and one brother), with Mom working alongside Dad (and us, when we were old enough to help) on the farm. The characteristics that I remember most about Mom were her deep faith, unconditional love for children, and patience. Early memories include hearing her sing along with her gospel records while working around the house, her devotion to each of her children (and later, grandchildren), and love of flowers. She planted flowers each year around the house, and the window sills would be filled with plants she brought indoors during winter months. She also taught us by example the importance of reading Scripture, regularly sitting down with her Bible and reading chapters each day.

Mom & Dad were married 40 years, until his death in February 1995. Mom had experienced health challenges for many years, and one of her prayers was that she would live to see her children grow to adulthood.  She died in October 1996, with adult children (my youngest sister was 22, and I was 25 and in seminary at the time.) She was also able to spend time with many of her grandchildren, although one of my enduring regrets is that her death occurred before any of my children were born. With her love for children, it is a significant loss for them that they never had a chance to meet her.

I do share my mother's faith that God will care for us throughout the joys and struggles of life, and into eternity.

Love you, Mom!

"Wake up, Jesus!" homily

I have not posted anything to my blog recently, and recently had the opportunity for "pulpit supply," filling in at a local church while the pastor was on vacation. This was a nice change of pace, providing an opportunity for preaching, which is a small part of my current vocation in healthcare chaplaincy.  Today, I have decided to post the text of the homily as a blog post as well.

“Wake up, Jesus!”

Mark 4:35-41

Years ago a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hired hands. Many people were reluctant to work for him- they dreaded the awful storms that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops.

As the farmer searched for help, he received a steady stream of refusals. Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer.

"Are you a good farmhand?" the farmer asked him.

"Well, I can sleep when the wind blows," answered the little man.

Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer was desperate for help, and hired him.

The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt satisfied with the man's work.

Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore. Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand's sleeping quarters.

He shook the little man and yelled, "Get up! A storm is coming! Tie things down before they blow away!"

The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, "No sir. I told you, I can sleep when the wind blows."

Enraged by this response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot.

Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm. To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had been covered with tarps. The cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coops, and the doors were closed and barred. The shutters were tightly secured. Everything was tied down safely.

Nothing would blow away. The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind blew.

The lesson is clear: when you're prepared spiritually, mentally, and physically, you have nothing to fear. Can you sleep when the wind blows through your life?

Mark 4:37-38: "And there arose a fierce gale of wind, and the waves were breaking over the boat so much that the boat was already filling up. Jesus Himself was in the stern, asleep on the cushio; and they woke Him and said to Him, "Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?"

In each of our lives, we can take certain steps to make sure that we have taken care of ourselves and those around us. Financial security and provision for our families, steps to improve and maintain our physical health, and support networks in our families, workplaces and faith communities can help us prepare for the inevitable storms that come into every life.  Nevertheless, the storms are real, and each of us will face various storms in our lifetimes.

Some storms we invite into our lives. Perhaps we have treated family or friends with harshness, or made choices that hurt them.  What some folks call “karma,” I think is often just me getting back what I’ve given to those around me, and this can be good or bad. We have to use wisdom each day as we build a life and character. Other choices also impact our physical, emotional and spiritual lives. Diet, exercise, prayer, working hard but also taking time to recharge, and many other choices and habits will usually have a predictable return over the course of a lifetime.  However, some storms blow up with no warning. How do we respond when a lifelong nonsmoker gets lung cancer, a hardworking employee loses their job and suddenly faces economic hardship, a faithful spouse is left behind unexpectedly, or a traffic accident claims the life of a child? Many other examples could be given. These kind of situations can challenge our faith.  God, where are you? Why did you let this happen to me?  Jesus, wake up- my boat is sinking! Where are you?

In this congregation, I’m sure most of you could tell me a thing or two about storms.  You’ve probably weathered a few.  Some of you may be looking for shelter today, as the wind blows around you, and the water rises from your ankles past your knees.

The storms are real, but thankfully, the story doesn’t end there. Jesus is present.

Mark 4:39: "And He got up and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, "Hush, be still." And the wind died down and it became perfectly calm."

 I am convinced that we can call upon God, and he will respond.  I am convinced of this truth because I read about it in numerous Scriptures, I have seen it in the lives of those around me, and because I have seen it in my own life. Prayers are answered. When we find ourselves in the storm, the best response is to lift our voice and heart to God.  He knows the questions, the uncertainty, the fear, and one of the most frequent answers that I believe I have heard is “don’t be afraid” but trust in God.  This answer is repeated over and over throughout Scripture as well.  Sometimes we see the winds die down and the waves become calmer. At other times, the storm continues to blow, but Jesus carries us through.  This was certainly the case for the disciples who were in the boat at this time. We read accounts of God meeting their needs, and using them in amazing ways to help others. We also know that they suffered persecution, watched their teacher suffer and die cruelly, (and also witnessed the resurrected Christ!) and most of them suffered martyrdom for the faith. Jesus carried them through every storm, and offered peace to them in every circumstance.  When facing storms I frequently reflect on the words of another apostle, Paul, who suffered persecution as well.  In Philippians 4:7, he promises that “the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” I’m not a Greek scholar by any means, but I sometimes often offer my simple translation of this verse as God’s promise of “peace that doesn’t make sense.” When I look at circumstances, or feel the wind blow and see the waves washing over the side of the boat- God give peace and assurance despite what my physical senses tell me about the storm.  Jesus is present. When I truly understand this reality- Jesus is here, I’m trying to stay in His will and follow the direction of the Spirit of Christ, and He loves and watches over me- that’s enough. If Jesus is present, what else do we need?

Jesus is with the disciples in the boat, and in this story we read of Him calming the storm.  However, he also challenged them with a pointed question: Disciples, where is your faith? Mark 4:40: "And He said to them, 'Why are you afraid? Do you still have no faith?' "

 When we experience storms, whether God calms the storm or brings us through them, we can trust that faith will carry us through.

The Gospel of Mark is a very action-oriented account of the life and ministry of Jesus. Throughout this writing, we find crowds following Jesus, and him responding to needs in dramatic ways- Healing a man’s hand in chapter 3 as the Pharisees look on to accuse him for doing such a thing on the Sabbath, forgiving and healing a man whose friends carried him onto a rooftop and lowered him before Jesus in chapter 2, and the provocative ministry of John the Baptist which gives the introduction to this Gospel. This storm follows these events in Mark’s writing, and the disciples have seen much of this happen. Earlier in Mark chapter 4, Jesus teaches by means of the parable of the sower and describes how people respond to the Gospel by referring to different types of soil.  He describes faith as a “mustard seed,” very small, but with the potential to grow into large plant. He taught the crowds by means of parables, and took the time to explain His truth personally to the disciples.  Just before our passage today, Mark 4:34 informs us that "He did not speak to them without a parable; but He was explaining everything privately to His own disciples." 

Think about the picture Mark is giving us leading up to this incident- Jesus performs miraculous deeds. He teaches eternal truths, and puts extra effort into making sure those guys in the boat get the point by teaching them personally. Then, during the boat ride, it’s naptime for Jesus. Some of the disciples are experienced fishermen- they can handle the ship. Down in the stern, as the ship leaves shore, Jesus gets comfortable as the ship rocks back and forth.  He should be able to get some sleep before they arrive at the other shore.

But then, the storm blows up. It’s a big one, but Jesus can sleep through it. The disciples are scared, though, and wake Him up- Don’t you know the wind is blowing? Don’t you love us, and want to make sure we’re safe? Where are you, Lord?

Jesus gets up, calms the wind and the waves- “Peace, be still.” But he’s not done.

Disciples, “Do you still have no faith?”

I have to confess, I’ve been there.  Maybe you have as well. I grew up in church, had a family that was generally pretty active in our congregation, and they took care of me as well. I’ve been blessed in many ways. I’ve seen a few storms in my life as well, as I’m sure you’ve also experienced. We will have storms until the time we enter God’s presence, to experience peace and joy forever. Some of the storms I handle well, and there are times I have faith and trust that God is near. Sometimes, though, I’m sure the Spirit of Christ is asking me “Do you still have no faith?”

I want to leave you with a final illustration about getting through the storms of life.

An old sea captain was quizzing a young naval student. "What steps would you take if a sudden storm came up on the starboard?"

He replied, "I would throw out an anchor, Sir."

"What would you do if another storm sprang up aft?" asked the captain. "I'd throw out another anchor, Sir."

"But what if a third storm sprang up forward?"

"I'd throw out another anchor, Captain."

"Wait a minute, son," said the Captain. "Where in the world are you getting all those anchors?"

The young man replied, "From the same place you're getting all those storms."

Do you have faith as the anchor for your soul today?

(Benediction- II Thessalonians 3:16) "Now may the Lord of peace Himself continually grant you peace in every circumstance. The Lord be with you all!"

The Process of Forgiveness

One common expectation in Christian communities is the need to offer and receive forgiveness.  In probably the most frequently recited prayer, we repeat "forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us." Less frequently, however, do we pause to consider how to forgive, especially when hurt goes deep within our hearts.

A book I read several months ago, and which has remained on my mind until I reread it this week, is by Trappist monk William Meninger.  In this contemplative work, he gently but firmly challenges the reader to honestly face the reality of pain and the grace of God, which is to be reflected in our own lives. He outlines a process (modeled on 5 "stages") of moving toward healing. In this post, I will list these stages and reflect on their application to our experiences as we seek to model a Christ-like lifestyle of authentic forgiveness.

Meninger refers to his first stage as "Claiming the Hurt," and it can also be referred to as "moving beyond denial." Living a "lifestyle of Christian forgiveness" can too often lead us to gloss over real pain, moving to "I forgive you, of course!" before we have even allowed the reality of hurt to be fully realized within our mind and spirit.  This shallow expression of "grace" is, in my opinion, as ineffective as treating a laceration to deep tissue with sutures only on the surface of the skin.  Any foreign material, infection etc. remains deep within. "Healing" hasn't happened, but the damage continues and grows beyond what it would have if the wound was honestly appraised and effectively addressed.  In the same way, denial of pain and insincerely expressed "forgiveness" can actually be more detrimental to long-term emotional and spiritual health than would the conflict we often shy away from.  Hurt which is denied is frequently unable to heal.

Denial of hurts we may have received can be dangerous.  Dwelling on hurt for a prolonged period is also harmful to our own emotional and spiritual health, and toxic to relationships. Moving through a process of forgiveness naturally leads to a realization that we are also part of most hurtful circumstances. Self-blame is also a common coping mechanism: My parent, pastor, spouse or other "caring" figure should love me and want to care for me: if they inflict pain, it must be "something I did." A healthy perspective on guilt acknowledges our own culpability without accepting blame for other's actions. We must acknowledge what has been done, and by whom, to move toward healing.

After claiming the hurt, and honestly appraising guilt and culpability, acknowledgment of "victim" status can occur.  As Meninger states, "It was done, it hurt, you did not do it, someone else did. It was beyond your control (59)." This stage can plunge self-esteem, and functions as a cry for help. Support groups, close friends and family can serve as helpful resources to work through this step.

Unfortunately, too many of us remain "victims" and allow hurt to mark our attitudes and behavior for months and years.  We may always be the manager passed over for the promotion, the spouse who was betrayed, or the abused child and fail ourselves by permitting this to become our primary identity.  Do you know "victims" in your circle? Do you want to remain in relationship with them indefinitely, if they continue to sap energy from every interaction without apparent movement toward wholeness? We have all given and received hurt. Personal growth involves accepting, and then moving beyond victimized status.

The fourth stage Meninger details is "anger." Many folks are reluctanct to express anger.  Perhaps we have had loved ones lash out in anger, and inflict wounds on our psyche which remain raw today.  This experience can lead to hypersensitivity to giving or receiving angry reactions.  Or, sincere religious convictions may lead us to desire offering "patience," "charity," and other desirable traits.  Isn't a harsh word or angry outburst "sinful" and wrong?

Anger is an emotion I have personally struggled with for as long as I can remember.  I did see anger expressed (sometimes in unhealthy patterns) in my family of origin, and know the shame of overreacting and unleashing a torrent of hurtful words and actions on several occasions. Nevertheless, anger is an emotion which is common to humanity.  One passage of scripture I often reflect on, and which speaks directly to this reflection, is Ephesians 4:25-26:

Therefore, laying aside falsehood, speak truth each one of you with his neighbor,

for we are members of one another.

Be angry, and yet do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger.

"Be angry, and sin not" clearly delineates the emotion of anger from volitional acts of sin. Feeling angry is not wrong. Expressing anger is also acceptable- if the expression is aligned with honesty, self-discipline and love for those around us.  In fact, anger is an emotion which can propel us and those around us to change behaviors and attitudes. Anger functions as an emotional signal; just as nerve cells transmit pain signals to the brain, indicating injury or illness, emotions can also signal "pay attention! something is wrong, and must be addressed." Meninger insightfully notes that "anger has its place. But if we do not rule it, it will rule us."

The final stage of the process of forgiveness is "Wholeness." After claiming the hurt, understanding guilt, recognizing victimhood, and expressing anger, the wound is healing and we are prepared to live forgiveness from the heart. As we forgive others, we recognize that we also receive forgiveness and grace: from God, and frequently from others in our world as well.

The most dramatic example of forgiveness I have seen in recent decades is the encounter between Pope John Paul II and his would-be assassin, Mehmet Agca. ( http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,952295,00.html )

While any forgiveness each of us may receive or offer is founded in the grace of God, my prayer is that we will reflect similar grace to all those around us.  Living a life of forgiveness cannot fail to change our world.

Religion, Secularism and America's Founding and Culture: a brief reflection

As a history and politics buff, as well as healthcare chaplain, one frequent topic of discussion and reflection I enjoy is the role of faith in American culture, from colonial times to the current time.  The most recent book I have read on this topic is by a Jewish author and journalist, Bruce Feiler.  "America's Prophet: Moses and the American Story" traces his exploration of the integration of this Jewish deliverer into the American culture. Examples are provided from the Mayflower to the campaign speeches of our current President, Barack Obama, with multiple references between.

This particular book provided the motivation to reflect once more on a topic I have considered frequently, and I will highlight examples from this book as well as other sources.  Much of my thought is captured, however, in one illuminating quote from Feiler's book:

"American culture really has two souls.

And it's not a question of whether the culture becomes secularized.

The culture never becomes one thing or the other. The culture is always two.

The culture is always William Bradford and Jonathan Edwards.

The culture is always Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Edison.

America was born just in time to have two mentalities.

We are like Jacob and Esau struggling in the womb.

Secular people want to believe that we are a nation of the Enlightenment,

and because of the Founding Fathers and the Constitution

that secularism with supersede religion.

Religious people want to believe that through the revival

religion will supersede secularism.  And both are wrong....

There will continue to be a constant dynamic and tension between the two,

running side by side. And they're going to keep on being about that

for as long as there's an American identity worth talking about."

(P. 167, quotation of Professor Allen Guelzo, Gettysburg College).

As Pilgrims traveled to the New World aboard the Mayflower, William Bradford compared their mission to "Moses and the Isrealites when they went out of Egypt (p.8)." Throughout the early years of the American colonies, and as the settlers an ocean away from their political leadership developed into a nation with a distinct identity, faith continued to be a central element of political and cultural ferment. Freedom and independence was highly prized; the entanglement of ecclesiastical and political leadership was (often rightly) criticized; and yet, religion continued to serve as an organizing principle for the cultural ethos of the infant nation.

Within the colony of Pennsylvania, the Assembly voted in 1751 to procure a bell for their State House. Part of the inscription their speaker, William Norris, requested was a passage from Leviticus 25:10- "Proclaim Liberty thro' all the Land to all the Inhabitants Thereof." Of course, this bell would later become known as the "Liberty Bell."

One early draft of a seal for the new nation was proposed by a committee consisting of Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, and John Adams.  It also contained Mosaic imagery:



http://www.greatseal.com/committees/firstcomm/

This seal was not officially adopted, but can serve as a useful reference point for some of the contemporary thought in the founding years of the American republic.

Comparisons of influential American leaders to Moses continued through American culture.  After Lincoln's death, popular preacher Henry Ward Beecher compared him to Moses in his eulogy by referring to Dueteronomy.  He noted parallels including seeing the "promised land" but being unable to personally enter, and freeing slaves from bondage.  Parallels continue to be drawn even in contemporary times, with Martin Luther King Jr. proclaiming the night before his death that he had "been to the mountaintop," and had seen "the promised land." During the 2008 presidential election, candidates Clinton and Obama (and probably others as well) made references to Egypt and Moses.

Many people make the (in my opinion) mistaken conclusion that the early American leaders preferred a public square devoid of religious imagery and influence.  But if this is true, why is the visage of Moses featured prominently in the architecture of the Supreme Court of the United States? And if the name of God is not to be uttered in public facilities such as schools, administrative buildings and offices, why were church services held within the House of Representatives, with both Thomas Jefferson and James Madison attending such services during their time in office?  http://www.loc.gov/exhibits/religion/rel06-2.html  It is my belief that the actual goal of early leaders in proclaiming freedom of religion in the new nation was aimed primarily at preventing the abuses of power they had observed in Europe near their own time, with incestous power relationships between churches and kings.  In America, you could worship God according to the dictates of conscience and personal conviction, with the attendant freedom not to worship simultaneously protected.

I think it is difficult to read colonial history thoroughly and argue convincingly that the prevailing thought of the founders was "anti-religious," with the goal of preventing any mention of faith in public settings.  On the other hand, several individuals were very critical of religious leadership, and our republic is in several ways a unique experiment in secular political leadership, carefully insulated from ecclesiastical hierarchy.  Religious leaders who attempt to draw parallels between influential founders and contemporary conservative/evangelical views also err, in my view.

One of the blessings that I value most highly as an American citizen is the freedom to worship God as I choose, based on my own heritage, study of sacred literature, and experience as part of a worshiping community. I hope that those around me can see the influence of faith in my words and actions.

I also hope that people who believe/live differently than I do can experience mutual respect, and the freedom to seek God and values which inform their lives in accordance with their own convictions.

Christian Masculinity: Wisdom

This post will be the final entry in this series on Christian masculinity, with today's reflection focused on the concept of "Wisdom."  Wisdom is a very broad category, with multiple angles to discuss as we seek to understand what it means and how to apply it in one's life.  I hope to share a few thoughts regarding how living a life with wisdom can enable a Christian man to find meaning, purpose, and fulfillment,  and to live with greater joy and fewer regrets than by carelessly taking each day as it comes.

My current devotional reading is also focused on wisdom from Scripture.  I have read through the Bible several times, and recently chose a reading plan which consists of reading through the Psalms and Proverbs multiple times over the course of a year.  Today's reading included Proverbs 8, and v. 11 speaks directly to this topic:

"For wisdom is better than jewels;

and all desirable things cannot compare with her. (NASB)"

What is wisdom?  In my opinion, wisdom can best be defined as the ability to apply knowledge to life in a manner which utilizes life experience, spiritual insight and critical forethought about likely outcomes of actions taken. Wisdom is much more than knowledge.  In my work in healthcare chaplaincy, a common experience is facing circumstances when we can offer a powerful medication or surgical treatment to extend life (and sometimes simply to prolong death)- but, based on prognosis and likely outcome, and the values of the patient and family, should we intubate, offer CPR, etc.?  Knowledge alone is often inadequate.  Life experience can also be inadequate.  Another example from my vocational history is encountering patients who are very anxious about a relatively common and safe procedure such as cardiac catheterization.  Discussion sometimes reveals that they had a family member undergo a similar procedure, and then develop complications and die.  Life experience alone can lead to decisions which are weighted heavily by isolated occurrences rather than balanced logic. Multiple other scenarios can be offered to enlighten the discussion, but I would simply like to offer the concept of "wisdom" as an overarching term to describe using knowledge, spiritual insight, etc. to guide an approach to living well.

Throughout my reflections on Christian masculinity, I have used examples from the life of Joseph to illustrate concepts of compassion, faith and courage.  I believe Matthew 2:19-23 also illustrates obedience and wisdom in the life of Jesus' earthly father figure.  Herod had died, and Joseph receives a dream telling him to return to Israel.  As he journeyed home, he integrated information about political leadership to guide his change in direction to live in Nazareth:

"But when he heard that Archelaus was reigning over Judea in the place of his father Herod,

he was afraid to go there.  Then after being warned by God in a dream,

he left for the regions of Galilee, and came and lived in a city called Nazareth.

This was to fulfill what was spoken through the prophets:

'He shall be called a Nazarene.'"

(Mt. 2:22-23, NASB)

Despite my preferences, life does not consistently move along in a predictable and orderly fashion.  I would like to be able to face vocational choices, relational conflict, and financial difficulty with unquestioned clarity about "This is precisely what you should do next." Unfortunately, that doesn't happen very often in my experience.  However, I think that reality helps me to develop and grow into the man God has called me to be.  My children are not yet adults, but I take much more pleasure in seeing my teens make good decisions on their own volition than I would by directing each of their steps as a "helicopter parent," hovering and making simple decisions for them. (They would also push me aside if I tried!) I hope they will learn and develop into young adults who can choose their own path through life with faith, wisdom and decreasing support from parental influence. My belief is that God guides our lives in a similar way, rarely breaking in with dramatically specific guidance at crucial turning points.  In many of the day-to-day decisions, I am convinced, God leaves men and women to read Scriptural truth, live in relationship with other believers, and learn to apply truth to life circumstance.  I would like to believe God often cheers from the sidelines of the "arena" of human experience, celebrating when we decide to sacrifice for the good of others and waiting to pick us up when we fail. Life is a challenge and adventure: The "abundant life" includes risk and reward, rather than safety and boring predictability.  Wisdom involves applying learned principles to life situations, with the hope of reflecting joyfully in the sunset of a life well lived- and even into eternity.

Christian Masculinity: Courage

In this post, I will continue discussing Christian masculinity with an exploration of courage.  What does it mean for a man of faith to live courageously?  What does courage look like in everyday life?

I believe Joseph demonstrated courage by example early in the life of Jesus. Joseph took his young, pregnant bride to his ancestral home in Bethlehem for the census required by Roman authorities.  After Jesus' birth, accounts are given of various visitors coming to worship him, and news began to travel of his existence. He posed a threat to existing political authorities, and Herod planned to kill the young boy. Matthew 2:13-14 outlined Joseph's obedient action in quickly traveling to another country to preserve Jesus' life:

"13  Now when they had gone, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said, "Get up! Take the Child and His mother and flee to Egypt, and remain there until I tell you; for Herod is going to search for the Child to destroy Him."

14  So Joseph got up and took the Child and His mother while it was still night, and left for Egypt."

Joseph apparently moved his young family immediately, taking dramatic action to ensure their safety in response to divine instruction.  He may have never been outside of his own country previously, and certainly did not have the opportunity to plan carefully for the transition of his home, business etc.  A threat appeared, direction was given, and Joseph moved.

Again, our own lives today are usually not this dramatic.  No dream has ever told me what state to move to, or which position to apply for or accept (though I am convinced that I have received less dramatic direction in some of my vocational transitions).  Courage is required, however, to live a faithful life in contrast to societal influences and internal conflicts.  Sacrifices are frequently called for in life, to live up to the ideals of our faith and the responsibilities accompanying many of the privileges we enjoy.  Passing up a promotion which would bring more power and money, but would prevent a father from being fully invested in the lives of a family with adolescent children, is an act of courage.  Acknowledging a history of alcoholism or sex addiction, and choosing to be accountable to a close friend when on a business trip, is also a courageous act. Many other examples could be cited, from the mundane choices made on a weekly basis to "once in a lifetime" events which have large repercussions in personal, family and community settings.

I have been considering two illustrations from cinema and  literature while meditating on the meaning of courage.  In the movie "The Last Samurai," Tom Cruise portrays a soldier who engages in battle with reckless effectiveness.  On multiple occasions, he rises to the challenge of surviving close calls and surprises those around him with his skill and determined abandon.  Toward the end of the movie, he is talking to the son of a samurai he killed in an earlier battle, but he has now grown close to the samurai's family.  The boy admits that he would be afraid to die in battle.  Cruise's character replies that he would also be afraid. The boy says "but you have been in many battles," and he responds "... and I was always afraid." Courage is choosing to act on our values, convictions and beliefs even when we are unsure of the outcome.  Courage enables a man to press on, after suffering losses or when uncertainty threatens to rob him of the initiative and drive which could lead to success.  I am convinced that courage is one central element to living as a mature Christian man, and its importance is highlighted in a quote by the Spanish writer Miguel de Cervantes:

"He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more; but he who loses his courage loses all."

Christian Masculinity: Faith

In this entry, I am continuing to explore Christian masculinity with a reflection on the power of faith to guide and sustain man for a lifetime.  We all need something to believe in, and I have witnessed (and experienced!) the power of something breaking into one's mortal existence in a transformative manner to change the course of a life.  I am convinced that we need an understanding of connection to a greater reality to give life meaning: simply turning oxygen into CO2, seeking to avoid pain and experience pleasure, and accumulating stuff with the goal of winning by "dying with the most toys" is a pointless existence.  Faith gives a target to aim the trajectory of one's lifetime at a purpose and goal (utilizing "telos," in Aristotle's terminology).  In my life and work, I have encountered various definitions of faith.  My favorite conception remains based on the work of James Fowler, depicting an overall understanding of faith as one's way of leaning into and making sense of life, and composed of an overarching system of images, commitments and values guiding one's life.  On a more personal and religious level, faith is to me a commitment of my life into the hand of a God who loves me and calls me to live out His will in my mortal existence.  I trust that the teachings and experiences guiding my daily choices are grounded in true wisdom from One who knows me and is working to bring me along a pathway to abundant life today, and into eternity.  A verse which has been personally meaningful to me when seeking to live with a "long" view of daily choices is found in Hebrews 11:27b, "for he endured, as seeing Him who is unseen (NASB)."

Perhaps it can be seen as arrogance, living a life convinced that God sees and cares about the actions and thoughts of one individual among billions of people living on planet Earth.  Does God even exist? And how do we know that He is an intelligent, caring and active being? These are deep and abiding questions, and very difficult to answer to the satisfaction of the modern mind exposed to a sophisticated dependence on technology, science and "provable" statements. One one level, these questions cannot be adequately answered.  God does not appear for interviews on network TV shows to answer questions about His existence and being, or submit to laboratory analysis and experimentation.  By definition, "supernatural" events necessarily defy the laws of nature and orderly expectations of cause and effect. How then can we place our trust into God when choosing how to live on a daily basis?

I remain convinced that faith is a personal choice and spiritual experience, buttressed by tradition and the testimony of countless witness throughout the ages.  Much is made of differences within scripture (for example, the different perspectives offered on similar events by authors of various Gospels) but in my opinion too little credit is given to the remarkable consistency among biblical accounts.  Other writers have researched the topic thoroughly, but my understanding is that the volume and agreement among various existing ancient manuscripts of Scripture is unparalleled in historical documentary accounts. For me, however, faith is ultimately a question of what I believe and have experienced. I think this was also true for Joseph, who I am using as a model of faith in this series of blog posts.

Matthew 1-2 describes his experiences when preparing for marriage to Mary.  For today's reflection, 1:20 highlights a personal experience which demonstrates the impact faith had on his life.  When he had determined to end his engagement to Mary after learning of her pregnancy, an angel appeared to him in a dream and challenged his decision. The angel told him not to be afraid, to move ahead with the wedding, and reassured him that Jesus was part of God's will (for his own life as well as humanity's salvation). Joseph lived out his faith, and Joseph became part of the story of God's redemptive plan.

My own life has obviously not been as dramatically impacted, and will never have the kind of far-reaching implications depicted here.  However, on the smaller scale of one Appalachian farmboy's life, I am also convinced that the supernatural has crowded into my life choices at times as well.  One event which changed the trajectory of my life came at a typical crossroads.  I was attending NCSU as a freshman when I felt called into ministry, and my life has taken a far different (and more rewarding) direction since accepting this call.  I will always remember attending an Intervarsity Christian Fellowship meeting, where the speakers were talking about missions, ministry and faith.  They were emphasizing the missionary "Caleb project" at this meeting, and while I did not sense a calling into missions work I did get an overwhelming sense that God was calling me into vocational ministry.  Through a series of discussions, encouragement from my pastor in Raleigh, and information from my denominational school (Lee University), I made the decision to transfer for my sophomore year.  This experience in the spring of 1990 led to a change in location, college and career.  Other events and experiences have also helped shape my life's path and reinforced my faith at important points of my faith journey (experiencing anger at God for some losses in my life, while coming to Job 38-39 in my daily devotional reading, was quite the humbling experience).  I am convinced that God cares for and directs human lives, if we will commit our ways in trust to him.  The paths He leads us along are much more rewarding (though usually involving sacrifice) than we can devise in our own limited understanding.  Faith is an essential part of becoming a better man.

Review of "Growing up Amish"

I have recently been exploring the topic of Christian masculinity on this blog, and intend to continue addressing faith, courage and wisdom in future posts.  However, I recently read a book which I would like to share a few thoughts about, and am interjecting this review for this week's post.

I discovered the book "Growing up Amish" while shopping this past week. I was in Sam's Club to pick up some milk, etc. and as I wandered the aisles for a few moments I decided to browse for a book to read.  This particular book appealed to me, as I know very little about the faith and culture of the "simple" lifestyle practiced by some of patients and families I encounter as a hospital chaplain.  In my service in Michigan and Indiana, I have met Amish, Mennonite and German Baptist families, and have been intrigued by some of the customs, dress, family and church support structures, etc. As I read a few paragraphs from the book, I thought it might offer a window into the culture and faith represented by the title.  I also enjoy biographies, and it quickly became apparent that this was the early life story of a man who was sharing his journey and struggle to develop an individual life and faith incorporating elements of his youthful milieu and "rebellious" elements of a self-chosen path.

"Growing up Amish" is the memoir of Ira Wagler, the son of a widely-known writer within the Amish community.  As he grew up in his large family and strict culture, Ira rebelled at various points in his life.  He left his Iowa home at 17 to work as a cowboy on a Nebraska ranch, but returned to his home, family and church.  Several more episodes of leaving, but being drawn back, occurred before his final breach with the Amish church and culture at the age of 26.  He refers to the 20+ years which have passed since that breach in the epilogue, but the book is primarily the story of a young Amish boy who becomes a man with a deep but separate faith from his early influence.

I did find some of the insights into the faith and culture that I had hoped for, and think it will prove useful in my chaplaincy interactions with some of our patients and families.  Ira provides a helpful background to the German Anabaptist roots of the Amish tradition, and offers his personal criticisms of some of the dry stoicism balanced with a respect for the strength of tradition and interdependence.  He is able to honestly share his frustrations with some of the lengthy, boring services he attended without losing sight of the generosity and care exhibited by the close-knit communities. I learned more about the "Rumspringa," or "running around" time some Amish youth experience after turning 16.  I also found the ministerial selection process of the community described here both fascinating and troubling. Additional details were also provided about the tradition of utilizing a horse and buggy for local transportation, but having an openness to hiring "English" drivers to transport people and goods long distances by automobile when necessary.  I first encountered this practice in Michigan, when an Amish child came into our ED after a farming accident.  The Amish community was a couple of hours' drive from our facility, and the child required inpatient admission.  I was vaguely aware of the horse-and-buggy tradition, and decided to ask if transportation would be problematic during the hospital stay.  The family politely thanked me for my concern, but informed me that they had hired a driver who would stay with them as needed, and would return if necessary as well. I was hopeful that this apparent contradiction between refusing to own an automobile, but riding in one when needed, would be explained further.  I do think I have a better understanding of the principled but pragmatic stance of the community after reading this book. While this was not a doctrinal treatise of the Amish church, the references permeating this account do give me a richer understanding of the traditions and practices, which I think will be useful to me in ministry.

My greatest benefit, however, was the pleasure of reading an enjoyable biographical account of a man coming of age and struggling with his relationships with family, friends and God.  His stories of hard work on the farm, family joys and disagreements, and romantic relationships and struggles resonated deeply with my own life experiences.  I appreciated the openness and simplicity of the author's voice, and felt that I was being invited into a conversation about his life and faith.

I would recommend the book highly, especially to other readers interested in biography, faith and simple lifestyles.

Christian Masculinity: Compassion

In my last post, I asked "What is a man?" and referred to 4 characteristics that I think are essential for Christian masculinity.  In this entry, I intend to explore the first one more thoroughly, "Compassion."


The example of Joseph in Matthew 1-2 provides insight into what a man can and should be.  My faith leads me to believe that God was quite particular about the man who would be primarily responsible for modeling human masculinity to the incarnate Christ, and we can learn from the hints we are given in the few passages of Scripture which refer to Joseph's character.  Early in Jesus' story, we learn that Joseph was betrothed to Mary.  As they were preparing for the wedding, Joseph learned that his beloved was pregnant.


How would you respond?  Joseph may have been hurt, angry and could have sought revenge or to publicly shame her.  However, Mt. 1:19 states that he was "a righteous man and not wanting to disgrace her, (he) planned to send her away secretly."  My interpretation is that Joseph was capable of understanding the implications of publicly revealing her apparent unfaithfulness, and cared for her safety and needs even while refusing to continue the process of joining as a family.  In short, it appears to me that Joseph was neither a weakling who would place himself in a position of continuing to be wronged, nor was he a vengeful man who required public satisfaction for an apparent wrong suffered.


I am convinced that living as a man in relationship with God provides peace and strength to endure difficult circumstances, but is not a promise that we will never experience pain. We can choose to care for those around us, and extend our hands and hearts without a guarantee of reciprocity or safety. As C.S. Lewis is quoted as saying,

"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.

If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one,

not even an animal.  Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries;

avoid all entanglements.  Lock it up safe 

in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.

But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless- it will change.

It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable,

impenetrable, irredeemable.  To love is to be vulnerable."

There is a powerful temptation for men, especially independent men in the Western world, to be the "strong, silent type." We watch movies about John Wayne, Dirty Harry or John McClane and think a "real man" should be a lone cowboy or a tough cop, capable of taking care of himself and those around him without needing assistance from anyone or anything.  However, this view directly contradicts the clear teaching and doctrine of the Christian faith. 

I Corinthians 12 refers to the church as the "body of Christ," and clearly teaches the interdependence on one another we must have to accurately reflect the love of Christ in our daily lives. V. 14 states that "the body is not one member, but many" and subsequent verses use examples from the human body to state that we need one another just as surely as the eye needs the ear to function to maximum potential.  V. 26 indicates that "if one member suffers, all the members suffer with it; and if one member is honored, all the members rejoice with it."

What would happen in our churches, our places of work, our families and our individual lives if we lived closer to this ideal of interdependence?  Of course some people will let us down at times, and we will also find ourselves failing to live up to the needs of those around us frequently. Humanity is flawed. Nevertheless, I am convinced that seeking to live according to the principle of accepting our interdependence, and reaching out with compassion, will lead us on the path to a more abundant life.  Risking greatly, and living with vulnerability, can help us to discover the truth expressed in Matthew 16:25- "For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it; but whoever loses his life for My sake will find it."

Compassion enables a man to love boldly, serving as a living witness of God's sacrificial love.  In future posts, I will share additional thoughts about faith, courage and wisdom as essential attributes of Christian masculinity.

What is a man? Thoughts on Christian masculinity

In an ever-changing world, definitions and roles of many types continue to shift. Technology and economic progress (and regression/economic hardship!) impact how we all live and interact with one another.  Changing patterns of human interaction, new questions about relationships and status, and increasing communication and mobility can make it very difficult to predict what the future holds- and how to successfully navigate a rapidly changing society.  This challenge is true for people of all economic classes, professional roles, and family relationships.

As a professional, evangelical male (and minister) I have been reading various books on the subject of Christian masculinity since my sister gave me a copy of "Wild at Heart: Discovering the Secret of a Man's Soul," and I have subsequently read 2 additional books by this author (Waking the Dead: The Glory of a Heart Fully Alive, and Love & War: Finding the Marriage You've Dreamed of).  I have also participated in Men's Fraternity groups at my local church, and read some books by Robert Lewis in that setting.  Part of what drives me to explore this subject is my personal journey to understanding Christian masculinity in the 21st century, and my previous role in parish ministry and current chaplaincy career also inform my belief that many current churches fail to speak effectively to men. Some churches and ministries do an excellent job of reaching out to all people, but too many (in my opinion) present the Christian faith as a "soft" exercise of being nice, gentle and kind in this life, or emphasize eternity and making sure we "get to heaven" and avoid hell.  It is relatively rare (in my opinion) to find a faith community which offers resources and teachings that invite contemporary men to explore the adventure of discipleship, following God in becoming witnesses of a bold love and challenging faith.

In short, too few churches and ministers today offer a compelling answer to the question Robert Lewis asks via a poem in one of his books- "What is a Man?"

What is a man?

Is he someone who is strong and tall?

Or is he taut and talented as he plays ball?

Is he someone who is hardened and rough,

Who smoke and drinks and swears enough?

Is he someone who chases women hard,

With a quest to conquer, but never dropping his guard?

Is he someone with a good business mind,

Who gets ahead of the others with his nose to the grind?

Or is he someone who tries his best,

Not really caring about any of the rest?

What is a man? Does anyone really know?

TELL ME!

Who is the prototype? To whom shall I go?

In short, what does it mean to be a man of faith today?  With changing circumstances of recent decades in areas of family relationships, typical careers etc. the questions can be as simple as whether holding the door for a female colleague is polite or offensive, or as complicated as how to solve discipline problems with a child who lives with an ex-spouse.  Where can we turn for answers and principled guidance?

I remain convinced that basic principles can be timeless, and can be discerned carefully from examples in Scripture.  For this discussion, I intend to highlight four principles from the life of Joseph (Mt. 1-2).  I believe that Joseph was (and we can be today) men of integrity who demonstrate compassion, faith, courage and wisdom.

I will develop each of these principles more fully in additional blog posts in coming weeks. 

John Witherspoon: Forgotten Founder, Clergyman, Educator... Reese Witherspoon's Ancestor?

As we prepare to celebrate Independence Day, I have been thinking of one of the often-ignored influential signers of the Declaration of Independence in 1776.  John Witherspoon influenced the direction of early American history deeply, in his multiple roles as minister, educator, and statesman as the colonies transitioned into a sovereign nation.

The "Reese Witherspoon" connection is mentioned as a historical curiousity, and because my daughter is a huge "Legally Blonde" fan (I prefer her portrayal of June Carter Cash in "Walk the Line," personally). Multiple sources do indicate that these two Witherspoons are in fact related.

John Witherspoon was a Scottish Presbyterian minister, who moved to the colonies in 1768 to serve as the president of the College of New Jersey (now Princeton). This school, as with many other early educational institutions in America, had a primary goal of training of ministers for the expanding population. (Princeton had an early connection to Presbyterians, Harvard and Yale trained many Congregational ministers, Dartmouth's founder was a Congregational minister, and Columbia was originally Anglican).  Many of these institutions continue to have active programs of theological instruction, but are better known today for excellence in other academic areas.  Witherspoon served as a force for growth and stability for this institution until his death in 1794.

Witherspoon also influenced the direction of the emerging country in multiple ways.  One of his primary roles grew directly from his position as an educator- dozens of his students were central characters in America's founding.  The most prominent example is James Madison, who studied under Witherspoon from 1769-1772.  He is often referred to as the "Father of the Constitution" as well as serving in various political roles (including President from 1809-1817).  Multiple other students served as cabinet officers, senators, congressmen and state governors.  Perhaps his greatest influence on America was indirectly, by shaping the education and political philosophy of many early leaders.

However, his direct influence is often unrecognized.  John Witherspoon was active in the New Jersey political scene, and was selected as a delegate to the Continental Congress.  He served alongside more famous figures in this role from June 1776-November 1782, serving on many committees and speaking frequently to the formational issues of the young nation. As delegates debated whether the time was ripe to declare Independence, one famous quote attributed to Witherspoon is that we were "not only ripe for the measure, but in danger of rotting for the want of it." John Witherspoon was the only active clergyman and only college president to sign the Declaration of Independence.

As we celebrate Independence on this Fourth of July weekend, my hope is that we will offer thanks for the many known and unknown individuals who invested time and effort in our exceptional nation.

May God continue to bless America!

Thoughts on Religious Tolerance and Lessing's Parable of the Three Rings

I have not entered anything on this blog for quite some time, but recently came across a parable that I found interesting and challenging.  As a history buff, an American, and a minister, one of the most interesting time periods to me is the late 1700s.  This parable is from a play ("Nathan the Wise") by Gotthold Ephraim Lessing, published in 1779 in Germany.  In historical terms, the Protestant Reformation had its beginnings shortly before this time (1517) when Luther published his "95 theses" in Wittenberg.  In various places around the globe, Enlightenment philosophers were advancing the ideals of human rights and freedom of conviction, and traditional bonds between religous and political leadership were being challenged.

The Parable of the Three rings is set in Jerusalem at the time of the Crusades, during intense inter-religious conflict. The central characters are the Muslim Saladin, the Jewish Nathan, an unnamed Christian, and a judge.  Saladin poses a theological question to Nathan: "Your reputation for wisdom is great," he says.  "You must have studied the great religions.  Tell me, which is the best, Judaism, Islam or Christianity?"

"Sultan, I am a Jew" replied Nathan.

"And I a Muslim," responded Saladin, "and between us stands a Christian.  But the three faiths contradict one another.  They cannot all be true.  Tell me the results of your own wise deliberations.  Which religion is best?"

Nathan recognized the trap at once.  Any answer against "Islam" would offend the Muslim, and any answer except "Judaism" would place his own integrity under question.  Thus, instead of giving a direct answer, Nathan responded by relating this parable to Saladin:

In the Orient in ancient times there lived a man who possessed a ring of inestimable worth.  Its stone was an opal that emitted a hundred colors, but its real value lay in its ability to make its wearer beloved of God and man.  The ring passed from father to most favored son for many generations, until finally its owner was a father with three sons, all equally deserving.  Unable to decide which of the three sons was most worthy, the father commissioned a master artisan to make two exact copies of the ring, then gave each son a ring.  Each son believed that he alone had inherited the original and true ring.

But instead of harmony, the father's plan brought only discord to his heirs.  Shortly after the father died, each of the sons claimed to be the sole ruler of the father's house.  Each one based his claim to authority on the ring given to him by the father.  The discord grew even stronger and more hateful when a close examination of the rings failed to disclose any differences.

"But wait," interrupted Saladin, "surely you do not mean to tell me that there are no differences between Islam, Judaism and Christianity!"

"You are right, Sultan," replied Nathan.  "Their teachings and practices differ in ways that can be seen by all.  However, in each case, the teachings and practices are based on beliefs and faith, beliefs and faith that are at their roots the same.  Which of us can prove that our beliefs and our faith are more reliable than those of others?"

"I understand," said Saladin.  "Now continue with your tale."

"The story is nearly at its end," replied Nathan.

The dispute among the brothers grew until their case was finally brought before a judge.  After hearing the story of the original ring and its miraculous powers, the judge proclaimed his conclusion: "The authentic ring," he said, "had the power to make its owner beloved of God and man, but each of your rings has brought only hatred and strife.  None of you is loved by others; each loves only himself.  Therefore I must conclude that none of you has the original ring.  Your father must have lost it, then attempted to hide his loss by having three counterfeit rings made, and these are the rings that cause you so much grief."

The judge continued, "Or it may be that your father, weary of the tyranny of a single ring, made duplicates, which he gave to you.  Let each of you demonstrate his belief in the power of his ring by conducting his life in such a manner that he fully merits- as anciently promised- the love of God and man."

This parable challenges me.  As a Christian, I believe in the unique revelation of the Scriptures which form the foundation of the teachings I have received.  An ongoing struggle for each of us is to live daily in a manner which reflects the truths we profess to believe.  Perhaps this dichotomy is best summed up in a quote often attributed to Gandhi:

"I like your Christ.  I do not like your Christians.  Your Christians are so unlike your Christ."

Can you go home again?

My house is gone.

I recently visited my hometown for the first time in years.  When I rounded a curve and looked for the house, I realized it was missing.  I vaguely remember a sister mentioning it was demolished, during our telephone conversation a couple of years ago, but I did not remember this change when planning our family's return visit.  The empty space made quite an emotional impact on me, and I had to collect myself before fully enjoying the visit with my children and siblings.

My father built our house, and completed it about a year before my birth.  My siblings and I lived there until marriage, college and/or careers took us to various places after high school.  My parents lived there until their deaths, and they were actually cared for in the home by family and Hospice caregivers as their lives were nearing an end.  We sold the property in the late 1990s, and a new owner recently built a much larger house on an adjacent property.  The yard I circled endlessly on my Suzuki dirt bike is now just a small corner of a lawn encompassing several acres.

This change is a tangible symbol of the passage of time, and fellow North Carolina native Thomas Wolfe used the statement "You Can't Go Home Again" in a famous novel about his life and changes.  In some ways, we yearn to return to family, friends and experiences we can never relive. Moments which have passed us by will now forever elude our grasp. In some ways, however, we can return and reconnect with those we love, and even build better and stronger bonds as we move along the journey of life together. My Christian faith also informs my belief that "home" is also a concept which transcends a building, or even this mortal body.  My true "home" is a spiritual connection with the God who loves each of us, and who calls us to an eternal relationship with him (and in some mysterious ways that I don't fully understand, with one another as well).

My children and I greatly enjoyed the visit "back home" in the Appalachian mountains of North Carolina and Tennessee.  We were able to visit family members, I had the opportunity to see high school friends, and I even hopped on a dirt bike for what one sister called my "Evel Knievel impersonation."

Maybe it wasn't exactly reliving my childhood, but in many ways it was a refreshing journey "home."  We'll be making that trip again soon.

"Why am I hurting if God loves me?

The question of pain and suffering is a perennial challenge to the notion that we have an all-powerful God who loves us. If I am in pain, and don't see how I have brought events upon myself, a natural question to ask is "Why?"

Countless books have been written on this question, and numerous sermons have sought to deliver effective answers. I recently heard a song which provides a helpful perspective as well- Laura Story's "Blessings."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CSVqHcdhXQ&feature=youtube_gdata_player

The background of this song is the struggle her family went through after her husband was diagnosed with a brain tumor. He had undergone surgery and recovered, but some challenges remained. Where is God in these circumstances? Can we accept an answer to prayer which looks different than what we wanted? Her response is that God's answer comes from His greater understanding, and blessings can be seen even through our tears.

In my own life, I have experienced times of joy and sorrow.  One difficult circumstance (and blessing) was caring for my father as he declined and ultimately passed away from pancreatic cancer.  As our family cared for him, with the assistance of Hospice staff, numerous events occurred which brought joy and pain simultaneously.  One blessing we witnessed was the repair of a conflicted relationship with another family member.  Without going into a lengthy discussion of the background and history, I will simply note that I had never witnessed this gentleman enter our home before that day ( I was a seminary student in my 20s at that time).  As my father's health deteriorated, and his imminent death became more evident, we found joy and hope in this restored relationship.  Emotional healing occurred even as a physical cure was not possible.

A theological basis for seeking answers to the "whys" of life, with faith and humility, is found in Genesis 50:20.  Joseph was the favored son of his father, his envious brothers sold him into slavery, and then led his father to believe he was dead.  After several years, a family reunion in Egypt during famine, and his father's death, his brothers approached him fearfully.  Joseph tells them ""you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good in order to bring about this present result, to preserve many people alive." I am convinced that some circumstances are beyond my finite knowledge, and seek to live with a faithful trust that my heavenly Father will care for me much more effectively than I care for my own children- even if I question some of the directions life takes me at times.

Time

To paraphrase Benjamin Franklin, "Do you love life?  Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of."

I have been reflecting on time recently, especially as I realize that this is likely the midpoint of my mortal existence.  Current life expectancy for U.S. males is about 78, and I turned 39 last April.  Of course, I expect (hope!) to live to 100 or so, provided I can have some quality of life and energy.  In healthcare, I see lives cut short by trauma or illness much more often than is comfortable.  One awareness is that I have certainly not experienced nearly half of what I would like to in my lifetime.

We could take this truth in several directions.  Is work, building wealth, and leaving a professional legacy the highest priority?  Making a difference in the lives of fellow sojourners on the pathways of life? Or is pleasure the greatest good, seeking to experience all the thrills and joy one lifetime can bring our way?

I believe that the balanced life is a life well lived.  The philosophy of John Wesley (earn all you can, save all you can, and give all you can) is a guiding principle for maximum impact on the lives around us.  There is value in working to provide for ourselves and our families, and in making a positive impact by our efforts.  I learned this lesson well from my parents, who provided a home for us by hard work on a small farm in the mountains of North Carolina.  However, they also taught me the limits of what possessions can bring to my life, and that family and faith bring a greater joy.  There is also joy in the beauty of the world around us, and an exhilaration from new experiences and deepened relationships.  Recreation is essential to maintain strength to face life's challenges, and feeds the soul in a manner which literally "re-creates" our identity and ability to go into the arena of another week.

As I turn 40 this year, I hope to take some time to stop and think about the choices made so far.  I have many blessings in my life, along with a few regrets. This is a good place on the journey to pause, evaluate the good and bad, and prayerfully position myself for the way ahead.  I truly believe the best is yet to come.

I Corinthians 13 template

How do we measure whether and how we are offering our best to family, friends and our community of faith? One tool I learned about in seminary has remained with me through the years, though I've admittedly used it sporadically.  One of the most famous passages used (at least in part) to define a lifestyle of loving others is the elegant example offered in I Corinthians 13.  Verses 4-7 specifically highlight the standards of a lifestyle reflecting the love of Christ.  The template which never fails to challenge me is to reflect upon these verses by reflecting upon whether these characteristics are demonstrated in my interactions at home, work and church by substituting my name wherever these verses originally use "love."  

Charles is patient, Charles is kind and is not jealous; Charles does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; he does not seek his own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 

Unfortunately, I am usually reminded of this exercise long after one or more of these statements has been proven false by my actions and attitudes.  However, it is worth reflecting on in my opinion to seek to correct attitudes and behavior, and to maintain an aspirational goal of the kind of people we are called to be.