The Church’s Silence is Downright Deafening

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The events post the Ferguson decision have been very debilitating for me. Not because I’m a black man dealing with, yet again, another situation where the “system” has mangled the mouths of expression and has shone its true face of oppression in the facade of freedom. And not because I’m a white police officer caught in a somewhat no win situation where the result of trying to choose to do the right thing in the midst of high emotion and adrenaline always ends up not being the right thing. Nor is it because I am saddened at social media’s ability to give people one word jabs at each other, thus challenging the idea of having decent and respectable conversations with one another.

Although, these have a lot to do with how I’ve been feeling.

If there’s one thing, especially from where I stand as a pastor, that the events leading up to and resulting from the grand jury’s decision in Ferguson reminds us of about the church in America, specifically, it’s we’ve remained unacceptably quiet on issues such as these.

Sure, we’ll preach a sermon on reaching our neighbor and use the Good Samaritan as our example. Or, we’ll teach about embracing the sinner of all sinners in our society by referencing the Woman Caught in the Act of Adultery. And, we’ll even rally our church folks on a mission to immerse ourselves in other cultures by pointing to the very One who moved into the neighborhood, leaving His divineness, to walk among us.

But, unfortunately, as quick as the call to embrace others begins, it painfully ends the moment benediction is given and service is dismissed.

Am I angry? Yes.

Am I pointing the fingers at others, while not assessing my own actions and believing I have everything altogether? Absolutely not.

The church at large, including the church that I lead, has a lot of work to do when it comes to restoration, reconciliation and redemption between cultures. And when I say culture, I mean the wide array of cultures that make up our dwelling places. From race to socioeconomic and from religion to gender, these are all cultures that comprise who we are as a society. The three “Rs” I referenced earlier are common catchphrases within church speak, but it truly seems that the practice of such is far from evident. Over the past few decades, the church has built itself up on fantastic services focused on production, as well as, transforming the church to becoming people’s “third place”, that we have forgotten how to engage people where they’re at. It’s almost as if creating an alternative spiritual coffee shop within the confines of our churches or planting popular burger joints on our campuses is the solution.

We expect, nearly demand, people to “come”, yet we’re unwilling to “go”.

Yes, Jesus’ first call to His disciples was to “come” and follow. But Jesus’ final words to His friends were to go into the world to make disciples and preach the gospel. And, in doing so, the natural result would be redemption, reconciliation and restoration between cultures and, ultimately, to the Father.

I truly believe that a step in the right direction would be to heed the words of James when, in his letter,  says, “My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry.”

Black. White. Gay. Straight. Homeless. Privileged. Muslim. Buddhist. Perpetual Liar. Addict. Orphaned. Widowed. Elderly. Youth. Everyone deserves the right to be heard. And the church needs to do a better job at listening, while responding with compassion and love.

It’s not a fix all, but it definitely is a start.

Church…get off of your butts and engage the hurting world around us. It’s time to truly “go” and love others as Christ loves the church.

In Judas’ Shoes

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Our church, The Branch, has been journeying in the shadows of Jesus through the Book of John since May of this year and it definitely has been thrilling rediscovering the heart of God through Him, as well as, learning new things about His humanness. From Jesus’ sarcastic remarks toward the Pharisees to His ninja-like skills evading the crowds when they wanted to make Him king, it’s comforting to know that Jesus has been in our shoes on many occasions.

But one story that tells the tale of our humanness is the struggle that Judas went through post the betrayal.

The disciple in charge of the treasury felt immediate remorse for his actions after seeing His Teacher brutally beaten and left for dead. He gave into the temptation of money and felt guilty almost immediately after the famous kiss.

Judas, as a result of the inner turmoil, threw back the thirty pieces of silver and hung himself.

As we reflect on the decisions that Judas made, it’s easy to look at him as the ultimate bad guy in the story of heroes and villains. It’s easy to write Judas off as a person deserving of his actions and to condemn him to hell, which I’m not quite sure he’s currently a resident of. It’s easy to look at Judas and tell ourselves that we would never betray Jesus, let alone commit suicide for our remorseful actions.

It’s easy to distance ourselves from him.

But I’d be lying if I said I’ve never contemplated the idea. With the pressures of ministry, managing a print shop and making sure my family is taken care of, giving up and ending it all seems like the easy route. Sure my family would be left in a bind, my boss would have to find a replacement and my faith community would have to find a new place to call home, but, at least, I’d be off the hook. Selfish? Sure. But there are days when I just want to hang it up and call it quits. There are moments, after the bills are all paid and I look at what’s left, and think to myself…this life I’ve chosen isn’t worth it. There are tiring days of work where I have nothing left to give to ministry and guiltiness creeps in because I can’t dedicate time to our church. Similar to my family, the two external works sometimes consumes me so much that I feel bad that my family doesn’t get my best.

Following in the footsteps of Judas just seems easier at times.

Will I ever pull the trigger? Probably not. I just don’t see myself having the guts to. But there sure are days when I’m “this” close.

At the end of it all, what does keep me going is my amazing family (three crazy kids and all). My gorgeous wife who challenges me, messes around with me, and laughs with me keeps me inspired. Her love fuels me. My kids’ smiles lift me up. Their tears of joy and sadness simply make me want to wrap my arms around them every chance I get. And my faith community, eager to discover Jesus together, drives me forward.

But one thing is for certain. There’s a Judas in all of us that we all have to first acknowledge. We can’t ignore the fact. Because once we do, I truly believe owning up to it will help us through those difficult moments in life.

Thoughts?

Let’s talk.