A Church for Starving Artists

One of the last steps in the ordination process in my denomination is the creation of a personal Statement of Faith. It’s supposed to be something like The Apostles’ Creed in our own words.

A friend of mine had two versions of his statement of faith. The first one conveyed what he actually believed. The second one conveyed what he believed his denomination’s Commission on Preparation for Ministry wanted him to believe.

This makes me crazy, and yet I get it.

Once upon a time, church officials were most interested in doctrinal orthodoxy, specifically tailored to a specific tradition and/or denominational theology. As Phyllis Tickle pointed out at the recent Chicago Presbytery Clergy Retreat, this book changed that a bit. Phyllis compares McLaren’s book to Luther’s 95 Theses. And yet most denominational entities are not crazy about their Lutheran students, for example, sounding too much like Anglicans or their Presbyterian students sounding like Baptists.

I see it more like this: Picasso demonstrated that he could be a classical painter before moving into his blue period and then cubism. The Commission for Preparation for Ministry wants to know that you can explain traditional doctrine about the Trinity or the theories of The Atonement before explaining a more generous orthodoxy.

What we also want in a professional minister is – in the words of some of my colleagues – the gifts that a seminary professor cannot teach: evidence of the Spirit of God and the ability to be a “Meaning Maker” (thank you NS).

I would rather have one new pastor who can articulate authentically what he/she believes than ten new pastors who can spout “what we want them to say.” I personally love progressive Reformed Orthodoxy. What do you believe?

Image from Papyrus 27 which is the oldest copy of the oldest statement of faith: Jesus is Lord.

If you are reading this in a free country, with sturdy shoes, shelter from the cold, and clean water just a few steps away, you – like me – are quite privileged. The levels of privilege are compounded depending on our skin color, education level, and gender.

Recognizing our privilege in terms of acknowledging that we won some kind of genetic lottery is different from acknowledging that it is a privilege to serve others. (Wordy but true.)

– One is about the advantages we’ve received by virtue of our birth & sheer luck.
– The other is about our perspective and how we see any given situation as an opportunity to serve.

A colleague recently told me that it’s her privilege to serve the mentally ill in her congregation. Another mentioned that officiating at funerals for the many 80-somethings in her church was a great privilege.

One example = personal advantage
The other example = servant leadership

Imagine a world in which we rethink privilege. It would change everything.

St. Mary of the Lake Seminary in Mundelein, IL

Yes it’s cold outside.  Finally, in my third Chicagoland winter, it snows almost every day.  Our annual Presbytery Clergy Retreat starts today through Tuesday  about 40 miles north of Chicago.  Attendance is reportedly down because of the weather, but Phyllis Tickle is the keynoter and who wouldn’t brave the cold for Phyllis?  Nevertheless, we’ve been warned by the retreat planners that our faces might indeed fall off during the three minute walk from the dorms to the cafeteria.

Brrr.

Many of us have not only felt frozen but we’ve seen Frozen – currently the favorite movie of families with children and Idina Menzel wannabees.  And yet, one Baptist professor (probably not an Idina Menzel wannabee) compares Elsa to Satan when she sings Let It Go.  (!?)

Brrr.

And finally, as many of us are mourning the loss of a beloved colleague’s spouse today.  Grief sometimes paralyzes us and makes us feel existentially frozen, as if we cannot move or think or live.  But David McDonald himself speaks beyond this life to encourage those of us left behind for now:

” . . . we are confident that God is at work with us and through us to accomplish God’s purposes in the world.  In our church we do believe in miracles, because we’ve frequently been part of God enabling us to do more than we could ever accomplish on our own.”  (from The Clayton, Indiana Presbyterian Church website here)

There is enormous comfort when the church comes together, especially in these days when we must let a loved one go.

Yes, it’s cold out there, but thanks be to God for warmth in all its forms.

[Note: We love you CM.]

As a gifted theologian mentioned to me as we commuted together into work this morning: Calvin never missed an opportunity to remind us how broken we are. All of us.

While friends and strangers alike deal with “having special needs” and “moving into assisted living” and “being on life support” – and I don’t discount the medical details of their situations – the truth is that:

• We all have special needs.
• We all require assisted living.
• We are all on life support.

This, my friends, is why we are the church. We encourage each other in the throes of our special needs. We assist each other. We support each other in this life.

And I believe we get to unite in the life to come as well. Thanks be to God.

Image is Two Girls in a Yellow and Red Interior (1947) by Matisse

There’s a scene in the most recent U.S. episode of Downton Abbey when Tom Branson tells his sister-in-law, Lady Mary that he can’t tell her what’s troubling him because she would “hate him” if he did.  Actually, she could relate.

We have got to get past being the kind of church that is not safe.  Remember that we gather in sanctuaries.  And yet these sanctuaries are often cold and scary.

This post resonated with me – not because I have ever felt unsafe among followers of Jesus but – because many of my friends have.  I have a friend who was asked to leave her young adult Bible study because she and her husband were seeing a marriage counselor.  I have a friend who was too terrified to object when his church friends (or “friends”) insisted that he get electric shock treatment for being gay.  I have a friend who was removed from her church for leaving her abusive husband.

God have mercy upon us.

It’s hard enough to confess our shame.  But imagine trying to share our shame among people who ostensibly live in the image of the One who unconditionally loves, only to find themselves shunned.

What if we felt safe in church?

Many of us do not feel safe among family and friends, even when we know they love us.  We are too ashamed to share that we are addicted, we are the mothers of children given away at birth – or before birth, we are abused, we are abusive.

But what if – in spite of it all – we felt safe in church?

Image source here.

Years ago, I was preaching a sermon series on the parables of Jesus when I mentioned that – because the writers of the gospels themselves identified the stories as parables – the story of the Good Samaritan never literally happened.  Jesus was a rabbi and this is what rabbis do:  they tell stories to explain things.

This disturbed a couple of people.  Did I mean that I didn’t take the Bible literally? (yes)  Did I mean that we couldn’t trust the Bible?  (no)  Did I mean that the Bible wasn’t true?  (no)

In a meeting of pastors who self-identify as conservative a few months ago, one of my colleagues said, “Liberals don’t take the Bible very seriously.”    Not only do I disagree, but I disagree vehemently.  Some of the same thinking – in terms of taking the Bible seriously – is explored in this book.

Most of us who self-identify as Christian do not study scripture as rigorously as Reza Aslan.  Although I don’t agree with everything in Zealot, I am unafraid of the way Aslan delves deeply into scriptural criticism.

It’s easier to read Scripture at face value, without considering the deeper meaning found via textual, source, form, historical, and canonical criticism.  Some of our brothers and sisters believe this kind of criticism is unfaithful.  But I really want to know what was going on historically, etc. in Jesus’ world.  This kind of comment by Reza Aslan doesn’t worry me:

“The readers of Luke’s gospel, like most people in the ancient world, did not make a sharp distinction between myth and reality.  That is to say they were less interested in what actually happened than in what it meant.” (p. 31)

I am most interested in what the Bible means about who God is and who we are.  My faith is not based on whether or not Jesus was born in Bethlehem or Nazareth.  It’s not based on whether or not Mary was a virgin, although I believe that Jesus was born in Bethlehem and with God, nothing is impossible.  But it’s deeper than that.

The Bible is comprised of stories, poetry, laws, lists, and some history.  But it’s not a history book, nor a science book.  It’s a book of faith.  The parable of Jonah teaches us to what extent God will go to reach us.  The parable of the Prodigal Son tells a similar story.  We were created by a God who loves us beyond measure.  Scripture speaks to this truth.

Imagine – we who try to follow Jesus – reading Scripture through the lens of a Hebrew culture rather than through the lens of western theologians and even through Paul.  Jesus was a Jewish rabbi and it’s fascinating to delve into the texts many of us consider unique and holy with an eye on all the layers.

This is what makes Scripture timeless.  And this is why I take it too seriously to interpret it literally.

It’s Statistical Report time in my denomination and those stats include racial/ethnic diversity.  (I wonder if there will ever be a time when we are asked to document the sexual orientation of members.)

For the record, I am white.  In fact, for my 40th birthday, I did one of those cheek-swab kits to find out my mitochondrial DNA and learned that I am Really White.

Of the two churches I’ve served as pastor, one was 100% white and of European descent.  The other included members who were white, black and brown with members born in Europe, Asia, Africa, North and South America and Australia.  But that church was still predominantly white and of European descent.

So was my second church integrated and multicultural?  I would say no.

I currently live in a suburb that’s approximately 50% Caucasian American and 50% African American and yet one race or the other dominates most of the churches in my suburb and throughout Chicagoland.  It’s interesting how we self-identify in multicultural terms.  For example:

• If I’m white and a member of a mostly white church, except for a handful of African-American or Asian or Latino members, I probably see my church as multicultural.
• If I am one of those African-American or Asian or Latino members, I probably see my church as white.

What makes a congregation integrated and multicultural?  Is it possible not to have one race or ethnicity dominate?

Several years ago, a new church plant was established in my then Presbytery that was intentionally planned as an African-American church.  This is not to say that non-African Americans were unwelcome, but the preaching, music, leadership, and outreach was going to focus on the immediate neighborhood which happened to be African-American.  The church has thrived.

There was some controversy about so overtly planting a church for a particular racial demographic, and maybe that was a choice that the next generation of church planters will not make.  But when I see multicultural churches encouraged, there is almost always a dominant race in terms of leadership, styles, etc.

So here are some questions to ponder:

• Is a church considered integrated and multicultural if the pastor is one race and the rest of the congregation is another race?
• Is it essential that the leadership – particularly the pastors – reflect the racial/ethnic demographic of the congregation?
• Is it spiritually and socially healthy for any one race or ethnicity to dominate a particular group in a congregation (e.g. the choir is all black, the elders are all white, etc.)

Power issues come into play, of course, and integrating a congregation seems best when it happens organically.  But the bottom line is that God’s Realm includes everybody of every color and ethnicity (and age, gift, education level, economic situation and place on the gender/sexuality spectrum.)  And don’t we ultimately aspire to be a church that looks like the Realm of God in every way?

Image of Martin Luther King, Jr. who moved to Chicago in January 1966 and preached among several Chicago congregations, including First Presbyterian Church on Kimbark.

It used to be true that the pastor was the best educated person in town. We Presbyterians were all about that – historically – and our educational requirements for ordination reflected the desire to academically prepare pastors well. We were known for exegeting scripture, understanding church history, and teaching theology. One of us signed the Declaration of Independence. Another founded Princeton.

I remember one of my childhood pastors telling me – after I myself became a pastor – how hard it was to serve my home church in Chapel Hill, NC – a university town. Yes, the pastors were always very bright. But so were the parishioners. “An elder might be the head of the botany department and he assumed that he was an authority on everything,” I was told. These kinds of elders were sometimes a pain in the neck to work alongside, I was told.

But what if we – as pastors – appreciated the experts among us? Imagine if we turned to the construction workers, the bankers, the chefs, the librarians in our congregations, and then we partnered with them to serve our people and others. What it we pastors acknowledged that we cannot possibly do it all or know it all? What if we considered our parishioners to be colleagues in ministry. Imagine.

When I was a parish pastor, working with a computer science wizard, he often identified me to others as his boss. And then I would add that he was also my boss. He added immeasurably to the ministry happening in our congregation.

About once a month, we would have a tech day when he would share with me all the cool things he’d learned in the past month about social media or office machinery. And I might teach him how to do a Hebrew word study online.

This is the future of ministry. We are all in this together. The bakers in our community have much to contribute to the community. The barristas, the lawyers, the pediatricians, the anthropology professors, the middle school Spanish teachers – all have a ministry in the realm of God.

Here’s a special word to the small church pastors who Do Everything: Stop it. There are people in your congregation who can school you on all kinds of things. Let that happen.

The 21st Century Church realizes that we are connectional in terms of sharing gifts as well as nurturing relationships. And . . . the pastor can’t be the smartest person in the room.

Warholized image of William Tennant, Presbyterian Pastor and one of the founders of Princeton University.

It’s a naive person who believes that working in a church is all fluffy clouds and puppies.  I once worked with a church secretary who left “a stressful job” to work in our church office, imagining it would be all-peace-all-the-time.

She imagined wrong.

One of the phenomena of working in an institutional church is that some people believe they can be utterly crankitudinous human beings  – or worse – and everyone else believes we have to put up with it in the name of holy peacekeeping.

Occasionally pastors are the target of gossip, misinformation, and slander.  People yell at us or leave nasty notes.  I once had a hymnal thrown at me after an Ash Wednesday service.

But we pastors must be grown ups.

I’m not saying that pastors have to be doormats.  But we are charged with being spiritual leaders and training others to be spiritual leaders.  We are the last people who get to be @*#0!%s in our churches.  Even if we don’t like our people, we are expected to love them.  It’s not easy.

A friendly reminder to my pastor friends dealing mean people this week.

An article about a  ten year old lecture by Walter Brueggemann has gone semi-viral this week and it’s worth a second . . . and even a twentieth look.

We are pegged early and often as individuals with certain characteristics (clumsy, funny, shy, loud, cheap, ‘the smart one,’ ‘the screw up’) and it’s tough to shake the scripts.  Churches also live by narratives that we’ve told themselves or that others have passed down through the years.  Most of those scripts are either negative or false:

“We’ve never had any money.”

“Everybody wears mink.”  (Seriously, I heard this one recently.)

“We are a neighborhood church.”

“We do so much mission work!”

After a day-long gathering of the Commission on Preparation for Ministry yesterday – which, for you non-Presbyterians out there, is the group that oversees those in the process of becoming  professional ministers – it occurs to me that scripts play a huge role in both those who are discerning their life’s calling and those of us who serve as gatekeepers/cheerleaders in that process.  Often the scripts feed off each other:

Seminarian: “I have always been good with people.”  + CPM: “You need to work on your bedside manner” = Seminarian: “CPM is making me jump through unnecessary hoops.”

See what I mean?

It could also go like this:

Seminarian:  “I’m not a good public speaker.” + CPM:  “You have become a really good preacher.” = Seminarian:  “Whoa, maybe God really has called me to do this.”

Our hope is that the latter is the more prevalent script, but sadly that’s not how it goes.  And then the script/gossip is perpetuated:  “The CPM process is basically ecclesiastical hazing.”

How are scripts changed?

Both for individuals and for institutions, it requires authentic and compassionate analysis which is not always easy (e.g. “I really am kind of a jerk.”)  And yet, the cool thing about God and redemption and all that is the possibility that things can change.  This is my hope.