...and so it begins, again!

It’s on Good Friday in the congregation I’m serving, that all of our attention turns toward Easter morning.  The Lilies and tulips get delivered on Thursday—when it’s actually hard to find a hiding-place in the Church building that won’t make it smell like Easter morning for Maundy Thursday worship, or Good Friday observances in the years we’ve hosted the community service. 

And lo!  This year, before Jesus was ever entombed at sundown on Friday (to beat Sabbath observance), we were hard at work shifting our liturgical gears and worship space from Lent to Easter.  It happened as some of us returned from the Community Good Friday Service—because it’s the last chance to get things in order at church before the “weekend” so everything is set for when we arrive on Sunday morning.  By 5pm this Good Friday our sanctuary was already Easter-perfect! 

So if you walked into our sanctuary this Friday evening, you’d have been amazed at what you say—just as the gospel story describes Peter at the tomb on Easter morning!  It smells like Easter in the Church!  There’s absolutely no stench of death or any reminders.  There’s “no waiting.”  You can now fast-forward past the tomb.  We’ve gotten rid of the evidence of any pre-Easter parties; and with a deep breath and a hush falling on Havertown for the long Easter weekend…, we’re ready!  Way ahead of schedule! 

Maybe it’s like this where you are, too. 

Actually, no one really knows “when…” it happens.  “It” being God raising Jesus from the dead.  Tradition and the Bible say it was Sunday morning that Jesus was suddenly raised; but that’s only and because that’s when the empty tomb was discovered.  The Bible reminds us, Jesus says, “in three days” he would rise again.  But three days—wouldn’t that push us on toward Monday, rather than Sunday?  As three-days-worth of time has always been 72 hours, hasn’t it? 

Alas, before I get caught up with Dr. Who in the minutia of time, we remember that it’s “sometime”—between the tomb being closed and when the women arrive to the tomb on the first day—post Sabbath—a Sunday.  “Sometime” in there—could be anytime in there--God pulls the best Star Trek “beam me up” moment and yanks Jesus miraculously from the jaws of death, pulling him out of the tomb and releasing the world from the rule of death, and sin—and a host of other things. 

And because that “sometime” could be “anytime” between Jesus dying and rising, YES—even on Good Friday—for me it begins, again!  I start looking for the world for which Jesus gave his life! 

On this Good Friday, it was the gift of a moving community Good Friday service that included prayers of solidarity with Middle Eastern Christians, and prayers for faithful people around the world, hosted by the Armenian UCC congregation in our community. 

On this Good Friday, it was seeing the woman who earlier in the week had stopped me in the grocery store to ask if I was a local clergyperson, wanting to know the details about today’s service.  

On this Good Friday, it was an unusual number of Philly drivers who were kind and unusually courteous toward me and other pedestrians as I walked home from the community Good Friday service. 

On this Good Friday, it was thinking excitedly about an Easter-world to which Jesus and we are working to give birth—in ourselves, and the people around us. 

On this Good Friday, it was the Facebook post of a colleague who was bemoaning the usual reference to “C & E Christians” (those who attend regularly but only at Christmas services and Easter services) inviting Church leaders to be brave and consider that maybe it’s not what we do in Sunday morning worship that inspires people, but that they find hope and help in the stories of incarnation and resurrection.  Hmmm.   

On this Good Friday, it was gratitude—for God so loved the world—and for God still loving the world.  And maybe I and the people I know and love can still make a difference in the world—in which we must live with the realities of terrorism manifested in violent attacks, armed conflict, and a destructive political process.  But what a world in which to witness the love of God in Jesus Christ! 

So on Good Friday it always seems to happen to me that I witness glimpses of Easter-come-early—the gifts of a world Jesus gave his life to save. 

So…, what are you doing this weekend to prepare yourself to give birth to a world that Jesus gave his life to save? 

What must you make ready, so that come Easter Sunday morning, you’re busting out of church to raise up the world Jesus gave his life to save? 

© Rev. David Stipp-Bethune; Teaching Elder and Pastor, The Presbyterian Church of Llanerch, Havertown, Pennsylvania

Directions Toward the Kingdom

In the congregation I’m serving, we’ve found ourselves struggling with the question, “what’s our mission?”  Despite having a Church mission statement, or organization by-laws and church structure prescribed patterns of behavior centered on keeping the organization running smoothly-- naming and electing persons to church boards, encouraging church membership to those who weren’t yet members, teaching the faith to younger generations, continuing the church’s educational programs and ministries. 

There must have been a time when people really dedicated their time, talents, energies, and monies to keeping the organization running smoothly, because we have expectations that that should continue!  But we’ve finally experienced the subtle shifts away from our Church’s need to perpetuate what was once given an institutional rather than scriptural form. 

For a long time, we helped create good church members.  Good church members did things like worship together weekly, participate in and support the congregation’s ministry and programs, respond positively to annual stewardship letters, care for others when asked, serve as church leaders when asked, say only nice things to the pastor after worship, show up for “clean-up days,” and helped support mission work through the places and people church leaders chose to support. 

There’s an old saying that when the pastor asks a question, part of the answer is always, “Jesus.”  But for too long, people have been asking deep questions, and the church’s response has been simply, “Church.”  Yet it’s no longer readily apparent how “Church” makes a difference in the world.  Maybe “Church” doesn’t. 

Rev. Dr. SueWestfall shares a story this week that transformed her understanding of ministry:

“I am not volunteering!” The parishioner who accosted me after worship one Sunday morning was not angry but so very earnest he definitely had my attention! That morning in worship we had asked for volunteers to work in our homeless shelter. His words surprised me because he’d been a creative, tireless, compassionate volunteer with that ministry for several years and seemed to truly love participating in this way. His adamant “I am not volunteering!” was even more surprising since he’d already signed up!
 “Please say more.” I invited, wondering if he’d had a bad experience or changed his mind or something. What he said not only caught me off-guard, it changed from then on my understanding of church volunteering. And of discipleship. “Listen,” he said, “I believe I am called to this work by God in Christ. I’m not volunteering out of the goodness of my heart but rather I am responding to the goodness of God’s heart who enlisted me in God’s service for the sake of God’s Kingdom. This work is one way my own life is increasingly surrendered to God in Christ.  Call me a follower.  Call me a member of the Body of Christ.  Call me a disciple.  Just don’t call me a volunteer.”
 Well now. I’d been schooled.”

I credit Joe Small for pointing out to me some 10 year ago that people were no longer wanting to volunteer or serve the Church, often because they found the experience was no different than any other community-service organization in town.  “Joe’s right,” I thought; “we read scripture, spend time in each meeting in prayer, we ‘do ministry’ and financially support mission-work.”  Yet I’ve been slow to notice we still meet around a line-item budget, we sometimes let Robert’s Rules suck all the air out of the room, and we try to push the true intervention of the Holy Spirit into an opening and closing prayer. 

The truth is, we almost can’t stomach people coming to our Church who want to live as true disciples of Jesus and not as strict adherents to the traditions of the Church. 

Because perpetuation is important, in our congregation, we’ve been clamoring for ways we could bring more people to participate—in worship, in stewardship, in programs, in planning, in progress.  So we’ve been asking, “how can we appeal to a broad spectrum of people, draw in families, increase attendance and giving—and it’s invited us to think about things like advertising, branding, evangelism, and outreach. 

And last night, at one of our Session meetings, one of our bright young ruling elders helped school us.  These things—advertising, outreach, evangelism, even mission—are tools that serve the greater mission, or what we’re doing together. 

Right.  I think we all knew this.  It’s just apparent that we’ve lost sight of what’s supposed to be in the middle—what we’re supposed to be about. 

“I’m not volunteering out of the goodness of my heart but rather I am responding to the goodness of God’s heart who enlisted me in God’s service for the sake of God’s Kingdom.” 

Maybe we haven’t realized that striving for perfect attendance records is different than struggling for justice and righteousness.  That singing “Amazing Grace,” doesn’t make it OK to sit back in our pews and pat ourselves on the back for making it to worship when violence breaks out at political rallies.  That hearing about how Jesus challenged the authorities in his day over issues of homelessness, illness, and how we treat each other as children of God should never lend itself to building walls and refusing entry.  And perhaps most importantly, when we lament how quickly the world is “going to hell in a hand-basket,” should we not be recognizing that God sent Jesus precisely so that the world could not go to hell in a hand-basket, and so it’s our task as witnesses to and believers of Jesus to put ourselves in the middle. 

We’ve taken it for granted that our Church leads us to the Kingdom.  But maybe it’s just been the kingdom of our own making. 

Jesus points us to another Kingdom. 

Maybe it’s worth double-checking our bearings. 

© Rev. David Stipp-Bethune; Teaching Elder and Pastor, The Presbyterian Church of Llanerch, Havertown, Pennsylvania

After The Congregational Meeting Dressed in Anxiety

Dear Church,

There you were, all dressed up for your annual congregation meeting, wearing your anxiety. 

Seeing again that pledged giving can’t pay for anticipated costs, you pleaded for reassurance of someone doing something to make it so you wouldn’t be financially at risk.  You noted fewer people, again; and heard some reasons why.  You presumed “We can’t keep operating like this”—referring to the manner to which you have been accustomed for the last half-century.  “Yes,” you admitted, “there are always tough times.”  But you wore the anxiety of seeing writing on the wall growing more permanent. 

Rest assured, dear Church, you picked out your fashionable anxiety for reasons right and realistic.  You love your Church.  You can’t imagine your world without it.  You can’t picture a life that doesn’t include your sacred music, familiar worship, sacramental rituals and traditional calendar.  Frankly, you can’t imagine that God could love the world in the best way if your Church simply ceased to be! 

So you chose designer-anxiety even, to match the “money issues” that are pushing changes that will force you, dear Church, to transform into something you cannot like.  Because to stop the financial hemorrhaging, you have to stop paying—that is, cut back on the music program, reduce the office hours, and contract with a part-time minister.  So super-chic anxiety is important to your "appearance" because when you’ve asked about what’s imperative, spiritually fulfilling, joyful, and brings excitement—the music program, worship, and full-time pastoral ministry are staple responses. 

You know you *should* move to ease your financial worries; but you know the medicine is a bitter pill that will make things be different.  The prescription, too, could hasten your death as much as "insufficient funds" if the side-effects are less people coming because they find the lack distasteful.  Yet still you ask, “What’s to be done so that you won’t run out of money?” or “What can you change to avoid capitulation?”—borrowing 2 more anxious outfits for the price of 1—because the answers to financial freedom create the changes you don’t wish for and won’t allow to happen! 

You asked, dear Church, if your leaders faced your questions, too.  Surely, you know they have.  They’ve listened.  Felt your pain.  Seen your ambivalence about choices.  Shared your guilt and same sense of responsibility.  Don’t you know?  It’s hard to choose to stop the bleeding when the voices grumble against even small steps.  It’s hard choose new responses when the whispering declares, “But, we can’t afford it.” 

But as hard as this is to conceive, you must come quickly to know, dear Church, that your trendy anxiety is unbecoming.  That Jesus died and rose again to save you, doesn’t ever mean that the life to which you have become accustomed must always be preserved.  In fact, quite the opposite is true.  Jesus was meant to transform you!  To follow Jesus means not staying the same—no matter what you do, or don’t even try. 

Craig Barnes, the President of Princeton Theological Seminary, writing in a very recent article for the Christian Century magazine, observes: 

"The church has never looked less attractive than when it dresses in anxiety.  …The church has to stop fretting about its future. The anxiety takes up the air and leaves the church too lethargic to offer anything to the world. The alternative response is for the church to do what it’s always done at its best, what it did from the beginning: stop thinking about its future and sacrifice itself to its mission.  …Fretting about the viability of our [church] only distracts us from the only thing that has ever given us purpose—keeping up with Jesus.” 

[You can read the full article here, where Barnes would remind any church dressed in anxiety that she’s called instead to “follow Jesus--to whom she has given over her life” in the waters of baptism.  No Church should be afraid of death—“You can’t scare [people who have died and been raised].”] 

Yet long before this eloquent observation, dear Church, this word of life always at risk of dying, is written into your very definition:  “The Church is to be a community of faith, entrusting itself to God alone, even at the risk of losing its life” (Book of Order, F-1.0301).  That you wear anxiety is misleading; for you should be clothed in the fabric of the one to whom you have given yourself in faith! 

This is really hard for you to conceive, dear Church, because everyone and everything you know from the world around you tells you yours is no way to live.  “Yours is a failed business model because you can’t project to operate beyond 2 or 3 years.”  “Yours is a failed life because you appear to be dying.”  “Yours is ‘unsuccessful’ because you ‘can’t’ or ‘won’t’ make the prudent changes.”  Everyone—that is, but Jesus—whose name is attached to an institution that has stood the test of more than 2,000 years-time. 

Dressed in the anxiety the world gives you, dear Church, you keep asking, “How long—how long do we have until the money runs out?” as if that’s your measure, focus, and calling.  But what if you chose not to dress in the world’s anxiety?  What if you turned your back on the world, and tried keeping up with Jesus?  What might be revealed if you chose naked transparency?  What if you chose an aim like this one, attributed to John Wesley—that like Jesus you are called to:

“Do all the good you can. By all the means you can. In all the ways you can. In all the places you can. At all the times you can. To all the people you can. As long as ever you can.”

Do *this*, dear Church, and how could anyone quibble that you were unsuccessful or not beautiful, or not effective, or not faithful to your calling?  Even if by doing *this*, it costs you your life?  For isn’t part of what the story of the garden reveals is that sin is in the desire to clothe yourself and hide your nakedness? 

You must have been thinking, dear Church, that your task is to save yourself.  But you were given life and commissioned instead to show Jesus to the world, to imitate Jesus, even if it costs you your own life!  The question you should be asking is not, “How long can you survive?” but rather, “How are we living out our days?” 

What your leadership believes, dear Church, is that God’s power outlives the world’s power.  This is part of the star-light that guides us in dark and light times, trusting a gut instinct informed by our experience of scripture, and a faith most often expressed near death: “If we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord—so that whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s.” 

Your leaders may exhaust all the money that’s been given to you over time, dear Church; or we may seek to discover new ways and wild possibilities.  But in either or in every way, it will be in giving witness to Jesus Christ—the best we can, by all the means we can, in all the ways we can, in all the places we can, at all the times we can, to all the people we can, as long as we ever can. 

© Rev. David Stipp-Bethune; Teaching Elder and Pastor, The Presbyterian Church of Llanerch, Havertown, Pennsylvania

The Lottery’s Got me Raising My Hand, But Not My Pledge

It’s the talk this week—the lottery jackpot is estimated at more than a billion dollars!  Nearly everyone’s chattering about what to do with it—even the group of Presbytery leaders I was with yesterday.  It was infectious!  “What would YOU do with the money?”  “Oh, I don’t play, either; but if you won, do you know what you’d do?” 

I’ve seen first-hand the damaged lives that result from lotteries and gambling; what proponents call “gaming” and “entertainment” robs spouses and children, and destroys lives.  Even when a portion of the “proceeds” are set aside for public schools, or in Pennsylvania, to “support older adults”—it’s such a sham, because these payouts shroud the real truth that these millions are a mere drop in the bucket compared to what the profiteers gain!  And that’s not the winners. 

More than the money, gaming and gambling are addictive behaviors; they come with similar warnings akin to what we require for cigarettes that cause cancer—you can’t advertise your casino without letting people know “there’s help for people who can’t stop.”  But my personal reason for not wanting to win the lottery comes from the research that these “winners,” at almost any level and not just the big winners, have the same psychological appearance as someone who just suffered the death of a close family member or friend.  People who “win” experience the feelings of people who have “lost.” 

Despite these and other dire warnings, even the people of Jesus, though the Ten Commandments would forbid it, seem to still lust after and covet the “winnings”—even if “we never play the lottery.”  The infection tries its best to convince us to “think of all the good we could accomplish if that kind of gift were given to the Church, or especially if the winner could be a bonafide tithing Church member!” 

I know of a church that received a $12million bequest from a person who wasn’t even a church member!  I know another church that a $4million gift rent asunder.  I’ve also been the pastor who received the anonymous envelope addressed to the church, with the supposed “winning McDonald’s game pieces” inside; or the check made out for millions—that wasn’t authentic. 

Money tends not to solve any more problems than it creates.  And yet, the truth is that even while I never play the lottery, I too, am envious of just a little bit of money that could make my family a little more comfortable.  I too, am not immune to the temptation to believe a little money would solve some of my Church’s problems.  A little money—we believe—but not a little Jesus. 

If we thought we needed a little more Jesus, we’d have to do something else with our money.  Because Jesus never seems to have any money!  The closest Jesus comes to having money is the coin that miraculously appears in the fishes’ mouth to pay the tax.  And though at some point I’m willing to concede that Jesus has family members or supporters who appear to be people of means, Jesus never appears to have money in his tunic or set aside anywhere.  Instead, what is infinitely clear, is that Jesus always appears in a race to give everything he has away.  Jesus is always sharing with others by ministering to those who are down on their luck, disenfranchised by the rich, or suffering from horrific conditions of disease and poverty. 

AND, to followers, Jesus would teach a perpetual lifestyle of giving everything away, of holding nothing back, of being wholly invested in the Kingdom of God and in making other’s lives better. 

Believe me, I get it.  Faithful people can do faith-filled things with our money—including enabling the work of congregations and organizations aligned with the teachings of the gospels.  I support “tithing” and giving money through one’s faith community and then still helping other causes with additional and sacrificial giving.  Money is a tool it’s not in and of itself inherently evil—though the Bible calls it the root of all evil.  Maybe that’s because we see money as a kind of saving grace for our troubles rather than a little Jesus. 

The kind of ministry Jesus comes to fulfill is proclaimed by John the Baptist when Jesus is baptized—we read the story during Advent anticipating the coming of Christ, and we revisited the story (at least by association) as we celebrated Jesus’ baptism this past Sunday--

The crowds asked [John], “What then should we do?”  In reply he said, “Whoever has two coats must share with anyone who has none; and whoever has food must do likewise.”  Tax collectors came to be baptized, and asked him, “Teacher, what should we do?”  He said, “Collect no more than the amount prescribed for you.”  Soldiers also asked, “And we, what should we do?” He said, “Do not extort money from anyone by threats or false accusation, and be satisfied with your wages.”  As the people were filled with expectation, and all were questioning in their hearts concerning John, whether he might be the Messiah….” (Luke 3: 10-15)

Sharing with others and being satisfied is the word that Jesus enfleshes and would teach to those who follow him.  In fact, this “good news” is recognized by the crowds as the Messiah’s work!  Not a lifestyle of trying to win or receive, but rather, to give everything away. 

I understand why we don’t like giving everything away—“if we give it all away, what will we have to live on?”  What I don’t get is why we aren’t trying harder to give away what we clearly don’t need to live on; or, why we settle for wanting more when we should be giving more.  According to Jesus. 

© Rev. David Stipp-Bethune; Teaching Elder and Pastor, The Presbyterian Church of Llanerch, Havertown, Pennsylvania

Advent waiting …not even a day.

Advent began yesterday—the First Sunday of Advent marking the beginning of the annual countdown to Christmas and the celebration of the birth of Jesus. 

I was blessed to have friend and colleague, Rev. Nancy Benson-Nicol preaching for me.  Nancy is the Associate Director, Theological Education Funds Development & Director, Seminary Support Network (you can find out more about the Theological Education Fund here: www.presbyterianfoundation.org/tef.)  Nancy and I have worked together for several years now, in support of our denomination’s Theological Education Fund which supports our Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) seminaries.  As a part of that work, I get a lot of news from our seminaries. 

This morning’s news was that McCormick Seminary in Chicago was closed for the day in response to the FBI warning the University of Chicago that a credible threat of gun violence had been received in association with today’s date. 

My advent prayer, for as long as I can remember, has been the hope that we are drawing near to peace on earth.  “Peace” is my long-awaited Christmas present.  This year, it didn’t even last a day. 

By the evening of the second day of Advent, news arrived in my newsfeed that a man had been arrested. 

“Jabari Dean, 21, was arrested for allegedly threatening to murder University of Chicago students and staff, the U.S. Attorney’s Office for the Northern District of Illinois announced Monday. Dean, of Chicago, has been charged with transmitting a threat in interstate commerce.”  --stated in an online article by The Washington Post

I suppose a celebration is in order, that threats were made but that gunshots were not fired.  But that’s little consolation for a world still reeling from the latest mass shooting in Colorado over the Thanksgiving weekend, or where the Pope is visiting a war-torn part of Africa, or when we all recognize that another movie theater shooting or Sandy Hook is inevitable. 

In the movie, “The Hunt for Red October,” the Admiral (played by actor and former presidential candidate, Fred Thompson) offers:

“This business will get out of control.  It will get out of control and we’ll be luck to live through it.”  (You can view the scene here:  https://youtu.be/0-JA1ffd5Ms)

One day of Advent.  ONE DAY!  

And yet the cries for justice and righteousness, the cries of, “how long, O Lord,” and the promises of the Antiphons ache and groan among us! 

One day of Advent and the end seems lost, never to be found or heard from—the end of peace, not the beginning. 

One day of Advent and I’m pressing God, demanding God, looking for God to speed up the calendar.  Your Kingdom come, and right darn quick.  “Peace.  Give me peace when there is no peace.”  One day of Advent and my patience is already fried. 

But now, it’s just about been two days of Advent.  Two days of waiting.  Two days of aching for some of the people who ache and hurt, who live a lot closer to harm’s way than I do, apparently.  Two days, waiting, hoping, and praying for peace.  Two days.  Tomorrow, it will be three. 

I’d like to be afraid. 

Afraid of the guns. 

Afraid of the violence. 

Afraid of those who like or choose violence. 

Afraid for those who are in harm’s way; afraid I or those I love might end up in harm’s way. 

The truth is that I don’t have time …to be afraid.  The truth is …I choose to believe God’s got this. 

It’s just hard—waiting. 

Three days of advent.  And counting. 

© Rev. David Stipp-Bethune; Teaching Elder and Pastor, The Presbyterian Church of Llanerch, Havertown, Pennsylvania

The Ironic Tale of a Beloved Baby Jesus

 Six years ago I was “shopping in Bethlehem.”  Our group was told, “It was a chance to bring some commerce to the Palestinian side,” (yes, there are ‘sides’ with real people of both of them) but nearing the end of my pilgrimage it was also a place to start reflecting on things I wanted to remember about my trip.  One of the things I wanted to remember was the plight of peace that I now saw hidden in these beautiful reminders of the place of Jesus’ birth.  Contrary to how we often read the story, the place of Jesus’ birth was then and remains today a place frothy with all kinds of un-welcome-ness. 

We paper over this version of the story, choosing to tell the plight of Mary and Joseph as just and righteous, despite how we judge the people in our own time who look like them—the pregnant, unmarried teenage girls and the teenage boys who had sex with them. 

We paper over this version of the story, when we refuse to also tell the plight of the young family as they flee Bethlehem because the world powers of domination try to kill Jesus. 

With the brush of the word “virgin” and some sense of innocence or “virginal” we can easily push our way past all the difficulties our holy story presents us—even as we know deep down the world is never quite as it seems.  Unwed pregnant teenagers and refugees are good examples of it being NOT as it seems! 

So, I stood on the outskirts of Bethlehem and saw how Jesus was literally born under Herod’s nose.  It was remarkable to me in that place that Herod with all his power couldn’t find the baby Jesus and wipe him out.  I recalled, too, that it seemed many other innocent children had to pay the ultimate price for our world to receive this Jesus. 

I was face to face with the realities that the land of Jesus was also overwhelmed with the realities of fear and violence as much as or even more so than the threats against Jesus.  Herod’s walls and defensive structures, the visible signs of Roman power and might were, in fact, powerless against this one small life.  To say something like the “force” or the Holy Spirit was strong with this one—in “Star Wars irony” is an obvious “no duh” for us as Christians—drawn as we are to all the magical powers we ascribe to the nativity story. 

But… the irony.  The irony isn’t that we see beauty in the Jesus story.  The irony isn’t that we believe it with such passion.  The irony isn’t that we wrestle with its uniqueness and power.  It’s that we can so easily refuse to see what it represents. 

You can’t stand in Bethlehem today and not feel the threat of the Israeli occupation—much like I believe it was to stand in Bethlehem under Rome’s thumb.  You can’t stand in Bethlehem today and not feel the threat of violence and death. 

And, we should not be able to so easily and “virginally” read the Christmas story without acknowledging the irony of a world filled with violence and the threat of death.  And when we stand with doors locked, with borders closed; when we isolate ourselves in fear; when we wall out the world; when we refuse to accept, when we turn others away—we are decidedly NOT the hope, peace, joy, or love, of Jesus! 

Christians, in the nativity of Jesus Christ, are called to tell a story that is anti-locked-doors, anti-security-wall, anti-military-aggression, anti-death, anti-imperialism, and refugee-friendly.  And yet, in the aftermath and violence done in the name of hate, the irony is, too many Christians—in fear—have not employed these things but instead cheered air-strikes and rejection in the names of freedom and peace. 

Nothing like a little violence and death to scare the Jesus right out of ya! 

Irony.  Remember? 

I’ll be getting out my Christmas tree ornaments, soon; but I’m already holding dear that time I walked in Bethlehem and was so struck by the challenges of Jesus’ birth amidst violence and hatred, of Jesus being born under the nose of the fearful establishment, and being at risk—because that’s often how God sees the world, from the view of the underdog, the least, and the lost. 

The light shines in the darkness, yet the darkness does not overcome it! 

So, if you’re like me, in our holiday seasons you’re apt to display the iconic symbols of Jesus’ birth.  But it’s best to remember the roots of the story are light shining in the darkness.  And we aren’t just shining them against the world’s darkness, but also our own! 

And if you’re looking at the world and seeing violence and attacks and hurtfulness, and you’re feeling afraid, uncertain, and scared—you’re probably doing it right.  Because into all of that God surely sends us Jesus! 

But if you think that the way of Jesus is to get him, but then shut the door and turn out the lights and hide, trying to keep him away from others—you’re doing it wrong! 

Instead, try on these words from my colleague and Facebook friend, Shannon Vance-Ocampo: 

“If you are Christian you worship the One who started life as a refugee.  And was born in a place of safety because someone opened up a door, even if it was to a stable.
 It doesn't get any more non-negotiable than that.”  

And, if you’re looking for ways to truly get the holiday spirit, you might think of starting with some sage advice from Brené Brown: 

"The opposite of scarcity is not abundance; the opposite of scarcity is simply enough.  Empathy is not finite, and compassion is not a pizza with eight slices.  When you practice empathy and compassion with someone, there is not less of these qualities to go around.  There's more.  Love is the last thing we need to ration in this world."  

What do we have to give to a world wrought up with fear, suffering injustice, bombarded with hopelessness and loss? 

How about a little bit of Jesus.  Maybe even a beloved baby Jesus. 

But may it also be the REAL Jesus! 

© Rev. David Stipp-Bethune; Teaching Elder and Pastor, The Presbyterian Church of Llanerch, Havertown, Pennsylvania

Shop-Less Thanksgiving

Well, here we go again.  It’s the week of Halloween and it’s no longer “breaking news” that the Christmas fever was ALREADY at the Kohl’s near my house—a month ago!  [Christmas “c-rap” was already on the clearance table.] 

But over the past few weeks my Facebook feed has lit up with this overwhelming holiday cheer-less-ness over Thanksgiving Day shopping.  Lots of people are against it.  Some, so much so, to the extent that they believe stores MUST be closed as an act of preserving the integrity of the American family.  As if not shopping on Thanksgiving Day would save every family! 

Friends and colleagues are cheering stores who are announcing they will be “closed” for Thanksgiving Day and denouncing others who are advertising their intention to be “open” on Thanksgiving Day.  In both cases, a sure and certain Public Relations move rather than revealing any intention to somehow “preserve the American family.” 

Let me just say up front that I LOVE Thanksgiving; it is my favorite holiday.  I would LOVE for no one to have to work on Thanksgiving—but that’s just not possible.  In all honesty, I don’t blame the stores.  That I will likely NOT be working on Thanksgiving, that I will likely have the chance to enjoy the day with my family, is a sign of my extreme privilege.  It certainly isn’t a right guaranteed by God or any human-made institution or government. 

Actually, were I most faithful to my calling, I’d be lined up to advocate for Churches to have worship services on Thanksgiving Day so that we could truly be thankful and worshipful and thus, I’d actually have a lot more people working on Thanksgiving.  So, maybe I need to be added to the list of boycotts!  Me, God, Jesus, and the Holy Ghost! 

 

I believe in family; but it's not about this shopping bit!  

We all know the truth of the matter is that stores closing on Thanksgiving Day will not “preserve the American Family.”  In some cases, it’ll likely lead to family demise—for with nothing else to do but overeat and watch the NFL, some families will never recover!  For some families, simply being together for a day isn’t a blessing, it’s armed conflict.  Stores being OPEN on Thanksgiving Day won’t save them, either. 

I’m conflicted!  For while we so passionately advocate for those who are asked to work on Thanksgiving Day to be “off,” for some, it’s a day of badly needed overtime pay that goes far in supporting their family. 

While we so passionately advocate for those who must work on Thanksgiving Day to be “off,” we are grateful for the Firefighters, Police Officers, Nurses and Doctors, and others who will save lives and keep people safe. 

Having everyone off?  That’s just a plain kind of irresponsible.  Gas stations, convenience stores, and toll booths are all necessary things when people are traveling to Grandma’s house or even my house.  Someone always has to work, despite a holiday—not only doctors and nurses, firefighters and police officers, but NFL players and coaches, TV broadcasters and camera crews, the stadiums at least must be full of employees—hard-working employees most necessary for the holiday to achieve its intended celebratory fervor FOR ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO ARE OFF FROM WORK!  After all, what’s a turkey sandwich without a football game! 

So here’s what I think.  I think this whole “keep the stores closed” is really a part of our PRIVILEGE—to which we really shouldn’t be entitled. 

More than boycotting stores or trying to publicly shame them, what if we worked to be better advocates for some things that really do matter.  For stores to pay honest, living wages—all the time (not just for special holidays).  For stores to treat employees with dignity and respect.  To advocate for fair ways of giving time off around the holiday seasons, so that not just the lowest have to work, but that it is and becomes a shared venture.  If stores are open, make sure the highest offices have a share in the holiday working. 

How about advocating for care and concern for those who do have to work.  So that we can say “thank you” and be more grateful for those who are working to provide needed services like first responders and healthcare workers—AND those who are working to serve our lunch-table or make our NFL gameday experience a better one. 

Let’s advocate for wage increases and double-pay on holidays. 

And lets go back to LEADING THE WAY on holidays as people of faith.  Praying together.  Worshipping together.  Supporting our communities from top to bottom—together. 

But frankly, dear friends, we so easily forget our privilege, our own selfishness.  By our willfulness to close stores, we simply deny so many others an opportunity they might willingly choose in order to get ahead—or worse, just eek by.  Holiday pay can be more substantial.  Many people will willingly trade a day off, for a day of extra pay—especially those who are poorest among us.  Who are we to insist that they cannot take advantage of this opportunity?  Who are we to insist that those who wish to work, may; while those who wish not to work wouldn’t have to? 

That stores are open on Thanksgiving simply isn’t the problem. 

No one forces us to shop. 

And not shopping will not restore some kind of restoration of the values of yesteryear. 

But, the values we use to evaluate how stores are behaving, our desire for all people to celebrate a holiday together, our yearning for a new and different world, no doubt point us to the Kingdom of God where no one works for pay and everyone is served.  This isn’t a dream world for some other time.  It’s the call and claim of the Kingdom for now.  Jesus would have us get out there and change the world—not just complain about it. 

Facing this Fearless Generosity Toward Guns

I’ll come to the point quickly:

America, we can no longer afford the right of each individual to have unquestioned access to guns. 

For my part, as a Christian, Presbyterian minister, I feel forced to ask again and again—for the sake of Jesus’ “little ones” (innocent children), and for the sake of our future as a people—“What should people of Christian faith do about these gun deaths that afflict our communities?” 

But shouldn’t all Christians be asking this question?  Especially, Christian gun-owners? 

I am no longer able to be “fearlessly generous” in the face of so many people who appear to care more about the right to bear arms—or what’s being interpreted as any citizen’s right to possess and use a firearm—than they care about children and others dying!  No!!!  All the pictures I see of armed citizens walking into banks, hospitals, and restaurants actually make me FEARFUL!  And inviting more people to “have guns” and “bear arms” in public has not led to saving lives.  I’ve watched as more and more people have died for this “right” or as a result of this right. 

So, now that it’s being widely reported that in 2013 more preschool-aged children were shot dead (a total of 82) than police officers in the line of duty were shot dead (a total of 27), isn’t it abundantly clear that the suffering caused by unquestioned access to guns is completely and totally unbearable for all of us?  Preschoolers AND police officers are being shot dead at alarming rates!  

I know!  We want to spin it the other way, to BELIEVE—SOMEHOW—that guns don’t kill people, that it’s really people who kill people.  But it’s just not true. 

Until today, I might have been tempted to believe that my ministry hasn’t been tinged by “gun violence.”  But here’s my story. 

My first call to ministry was to a congregation in a small town in the middle of Nebraska.  Compared to Richmond, Virginia where I had lived during my seminary education, during the time when Richmond was on the top ten list for gun-related murders in the country, the rural, “middle-of-the-country community” seemed blissfully safe.  Still, the day came when one of the faithful members of the congregation called with a spiritual need, telling me that her teen-aged granddaughter, who lived in Phoenix, Arizona, had been shot to death. 

The news rocked our small town, forcing us to remember that sin is indiscriminate.  Things like this weren’t supposed to happen! 

She was a good kid.  She lived in a suburban neighborhood.  Her parents had a curfew.  She was an “A” student.  She had good friends.  On the night she was killed, her parents had noticed that she was in the back yard talking on the phone with a friend; they’d even hollered out to her that it was getting close to bedtime, and she’d acknowledged.  When she didn’t come in, they found her slumped, with a head wound.  No one had heard a gunshot, yet there she lay in the emergency room shot to death.  Her friend on the phone would say later that a “crash” had ended their conversation. 

The autopsy revealed a bullet had entered her head from above, and judging from the angle of entry, had traveled more or less straight down, leaving the presumption it had been a gun fired into the air and not aimed intentionally.  It was an accident, or perhaps not at all on purpose, but leaving no way of knowing where the bullet had come from, how it was fired, or who fired it.  This tragedy led to a change in Arizona’s gun laws, so that firing a gun into the air, today, is a crime. 

Nearly twenty years ago, this didn’t seem like “gun violence;” but today, I have a different answer.  Yes.  Not only does the aftermath of every gun-death, intentional or accidental, share devastation; all gun deaths share one thing in common—a gun. 

Our problem is that every gun is equal in its uncaring-ness.  An 8 year old child can shoot a 10 year old neighbor “in fun;” or a teenager can unlock the gun cabinet and the ammunition and use the gun to kill himself.  A toddler may discover a gun in mom’s purse and be an accidental but active shooter of a woman in Wal-Mart; or a person in a fit of anger and hurt can get the gun kept in the nightstand for “self-defense” and shoot a spouse in order to end an argument.  Increasingly, very well-meaning armed citizens or even highly trained police officers can’t clearly identify the bad people with so many guns about; nor can they prevent bullets from passing through a wall or a body to cause collateral damage, just like bullets fired into the air don’t always fall harmlessly. 

No.  It is ever, increasingly more clear, that guns kill people.  Guns concealed or carried, guns locked in lock-boxes or left in nightstand drawers.  There are so many guns, in fact, that it’s statistically only a matter of time.  We no longer live in a world where it’s necessary for our children to endure lock-down drills, and hiding exercises, preparing for the day when a person, armed with a gun comes into school shooting in hallways and classrooms.  We live in a world, right now, where statistically, we must seriously consider counting the days to when our children—OUR OWN CHILDREN—will be the victims. 

You don’t want to believe it?  I know.  I don’t either. 

But as I’m writing this post, fresh news stories reveal a gunman caused a lock down at Philadelphia Community College--just a day after bomb threats disrupted college classes in and around Philadelphia.  Thankfully the reported gunman turned out to be only two men arguing.  The Police Commissioner said eventually, “The two men have a history.  He said they know each other, there was an argument, and one of them allegedly produced a gun.” 

Can we at least agree, it’s a totally different scenario minus the gun? 

 

School drills with bulletproof disaster gear for sale

We live in a world where accidents happen.  Guns kill people, even when people don’t want to kill people.  And increasingly people are CHOOSING to live in this world.  Without remorse!  People have become convinced in large and small ways “this is now how our life has to be” and for many reasons.  We justify the necessity of “deadly force” and “killing,” rather than decrying it.  We fear what might happen to us if we didn’t have these “protections” even as they kill our children.   

This, however, is NOT a CHRISTIAN view. 

The Pope, in his recent visit to our country, didn’t mince words.  He said, “If you’re a gun manufacturer, you’re not a Christian.”  If this is true, what does it say about gun owners? 

As one of my spiritual heroes says, “God does not kill.” 

I believe Jesus teaches there are options, but that killing isn’t one of them.  Ever. 

So, for the followers of Jesus, who are in fact called to “sell our possessions, …then come and follow Jesus,” isn’t the need for guns understandably way more qualified than any “right” the Constitution of the United States may wish to guarantee in one form or another?  In fact, in my view, following Jesus simply doesn’t square very easily or at all with using or even owning a gun.  There are always other, better options. 

To be sure, these better options begin with solving problems long before we get to the point of involving weapons of deadly force.  And any solution to “gun violence” and “gun-deaths” necessarily involves solving other social problems and ills!  There is no “quick fix” or painless inoculation to be had. 

We have to start somewhere.  And I’ll start by calling out Christians. 

So for me, a Christian, Presbyterian minister, I’ll be praying for Christians, in particular, for Christian gun-owners, that they begin to see the light of Jesus Christ.  I’m fearful that my generosity in allowing more and more guns will mean more and more and more deaths.  So I am placing my generosity in fearlessly praying that those with guns will come quickly to see that they are no longer needed, required, or desired.  That Jesus gifts us with other options to resolve our differences and needs. 

I already know.  This prescription tastes like the doctor’s advice to a patient with high blood pressure who needs to give up table salt.  We may not like it, but for the sake of survival we have to figure out how to do it.  But unlike the patient with high blood pressure, it’s not just our own lives, it’s the lives of our children—that rely on our “beating our swords into plowshares.” 

If Christians will start, others will follow.  Christians need this kind of fearless generosity toward life in the face of those who would be fearlessly generous with guns. 

Let's Kiss Some Babies!

I live outside of Philadelphia, about 7 miles from this past weekend’s Pope-A-Rama that turned the city of Philadelphia like an upset apple cart with the visit of Pope Francis.  At one point on Sunday morning, the television commentators—who were covering every single movement of the pontiff live on television—indicated that they had counted 12 babies that the Pope had kissed since touching down in Philadelphia.  The number went on to soar well beyond that, and as it’s only Monday, I’ve yet to see an official count of Pope kisses.  Two words.  A. Lot. 

Anyone watching the coverage, either locally or nationally, surely saw what is plain.  This Pope has great curb appeal.  People lined up on curbs all over, just for a glimpse or glimmer of the Bishop of Rome—and they dangled children for his Holiness to kiss.  And obviously, as is often the case with Popes, the young and old, the maimed and lame, were strategically placed along the traveled pathways, where they too might be offered their own special encounter with the one who represents Christ. 

It’s never a P.R. stunt.  But it is. 

The one who represents Christ…, that’s supposed to be not just His Holiness, the Pope.  That’s supposed to be a lot more of us! 

Often over the last week, I was reminded either in the coverage or on someone’s Facebook feed that this behavior—of paying particular or special attention to the least, the lost, the poor, the underprivileged, the hurting, the sick, the suffering—is what Jesus did.  Over and over, as so many remarked at the Pope’s courage or his strong words, or even blamed him for the resignation of the Speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives—the Bishop of Bishop’s influence was attributed to his determination to model Jesus for the world at all costs! 

And the crowds loved Pope Francis for it. 

But do they love Jesus for it? 

In the United States, politicians get the reputation for “kissing babies.”  It is a campaign stunt.  And people everywhere see right through it.  Maybe, that’s why when I suggest that those of us in protestant church traditions, and especially Presbyterians, would do well to start kissing some babies, that idea will get frowned on. 

But kissing babies is powerful. 

Not because it’s a P.R. stunt—but because it looks like Jesus. 

Kissing babies is just the beginning.  The problem is, of course, it forces us to love and accept, include and adore, people and ideas that aren’t always “popular.”  The Pope can get away with kissing dangled infants in a parade, or even hugging inmates in prison—he’s the Pontiff.  But when our churches accept poor families at the pot-luck dinner, or welcome drug addicts to the alcoholics anonymous meetings, we’re somehow conscripted by many as “enabling bad behavior” or “letting those people have something for nothing.” 

So these days, as many of our churches face struggles of diminished worship attendance and declining financial giving, we might reflect on what it is to represent Christ.  Our diminishment and declination has happened, at least in part, because we have not done well to replace the current ranks of members with new members.  We haven’t found new members who were interested in pursuing the old goals and strategies devised and carried out by our older members; and our unwillingness to change and adapt to the mission ideals of newer members has left us short-handed. 

I think Jesus faced these same challenges.  He had a loyal opposition known as the scribes and Pharisees—entrenched religious leaders who believed they had it right!  Sound familiar? 

But Jesus continually and consistently managed to step outside the box those leaders invited him to operate within.  Jesus could have climbed those ranks, he too could have been one of “those members” and would have been more and a different kind of popular.  He didn’t. 

The same kinds of themes are being observed when it comes to Pope Francis.  Refusing to bow to the loyal opposition.  Continuing to look outside the box.  Continuing to welcome strangers, sinners, the least, the lost.  Oh, and he’s almost universally popular because he kisses babies, the disabled, the afflicted, and bad characters! 

When was the last time we did things like that?  Because we represent Christ? 

Last week, I read yet another article aimed at suggesting to Presbyterian congregations how we might get outside the “box” we’ve created for ourselves by not recruiting and establishing new church members.  The suggestions were practical and worship-based.  “Don’t preach the lectionary, instead, use a sermon series.” 

I’m all for new ideas.  But I’ve studied church history and liturgical tradition and the lectionary.  I think the lectionary is simply “the original sermon series.”  But more than that, if we follow it—and more importantly, by it, follow Jesus—we might do better by getting out there and kissing a few babies!  And not metaphorically!  Maybe not just babies, either, but finding ways to welcome the least, the lost, the stranger, the one in need, the ones without hope, the ones who’ve given up—and offering them another chance to be enchanted by the one who calls us to live differently. 

At all costs. 

© Rev. David Stipp-Bethune; Teaching Elder and Pastor, The Presbyterian Church of Llanerch, Havertown, Pennsylvania