Monday, August 24, 2015
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Sermon: In the End, Beloved Community
Luke 15:11-32
In the End, Beloved Community
James Sledge August
23, 2015
Just
over a year ago, Shawn and I traveled to Austin, Texas for the wedding of our
daughter Kendrick and now son-in-law Ryan. In many ways, it was like a lot of
weddings, with bridesmaids and groomsmen, tuxes and dresses, and friends and
family gathered from here and there. If you’ve been involved in many weddings,
you know that they have their share of family dynamics, tuxes that don’t fit,
and frayed nerves. Here again, this wedding was probably typical, although it
all came together beautifully. But when my father of the bride duties had all
been completed, this wedding, in my admittedly biased opinion, did become
distinctive.
I
can’t say exactly why. It was a reception like many other receptions with a
band and a bar and dinner, but this one worked better than most others I’ve
been to. Perhaps it was just the right combination of food that was good, drink
that was good, a band that was good, a venue that was good, and a great mix of
family and friends from the various places we’ve lived over the years. Whatever
the reason, I can’t remember when I’ve enjoyed myself more. I ate, drank,
mingled, talked, laughed, danced (I rarely dance), and I did not want it all to
end.
I
think that experience gave me a greater appreciation for Jesus’ and the Bible’s
use of wedding banquets as metaphor for the kingdom, the reign of God. Weddings
were huge deals in that time, feasts and celebrations that went on for a week.
People pulled out all the stops for a wedding. When the father in our parable
today kills the fatted calf to celebrate his younger son’s return, he throws a
wedding banquet type party. No wonder the elder son is so upset, giving this
party its own family dynamics and drama. “I’m not going if he’s going.”
I’ve
long loved the exchange between father and elder son that concludes the
parable, leaving the situation unresolved. The Presbyterian son – in the Greek
he is the “presbuteros” (presbu/teroj) son, root word of
our denominational name – has disowned his younger sibling. He is no longer his
brother, and so he yells at his father, “When this son of yours came back…” But
the father will not let the family disintegrate so easily. “But we had to celebrate and
rejoice, because this brother of yours was dead and has come to life…”
The elder brother might have been happy
for his sibling to return in the manner the younger had imagined, a hired hand
and not a son. But the father’s love makes that impossible and leaves him in
anguish at parable’s end, longing for reconciliation among his children.
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Presence, a Shared Smile, and Selfie Sticks
Her eyes caught mine. Another time I might have been perturbed or frustrated by this interruption, but yesterday I was simply taking it in and even enjoying myself as I watched this small slice of life play out. I smiled at her and laughed a bit to myself. She smiled broadly back at me. After a moment I looked back down at my book. My mother taught me it is impolite to stare. But I looked up at her again a few moments later, and she smiled at me once more.
We were on opposite sides of the Starbucks, and we never spoke. Soon the child settled down, and I eventually got back to my book, but not before ruminating a bit on how alive I had felt in those brief moments of shared smiles. I also reflected on how that might not have happened had I glared at her, indicating my displeasure at being disturbed.
The reason I responded with a smile rather than a glare likely has to do with the book I was reading, The Naked Now by Richard Rohr. (I should say re-reading. I'm slow to learn Rohr's lessons.) The subtitle of the book is Learning to See as the Mystics See, and Rohr was talking about learning a different way of seeing, one that is truly and fully present to the moment.
It happens whenever, by some wondrous "coincidence," our heart space, our mind space, and our body awareness are all simultaneously open and nonresistant. I like to call it presence. It is experienced as a moment of deep inner connection, and it always pulls you, intensely satisfied, into the naked and undefended now, which can involve both profound joy and profound sadness. At that point, you either want to write poetry, pray, or be utterly silent. (p. 28)I'm not much of a poet, so I did the last two.
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On my recent trip to Turkey, my companions and I were struck by the large numbers of people carrying around selfie sticks and spending much of their time with backs turned to the breathtaking churches and mosques and ruins that drawn millions of tourists. How odd to experience such wonders "over your shoulder."
I don't own a selfie stick, but that hardly means I don't miss plenty myself. More often than not, I'm in a hurry or in the middle of something or lost in thought or concerned with defending my position, and so I'm unable simply to take in what is around me. The miracle of that shared smile in Starbucks was that it happened at all, that I did not miss it.
Think of how rarely we simply take things in, simply experience the moment without making a judgment, without worrying about how to respond, without thinking about what we have to do next, without any need to defend a point of view. For many of us, what a rare gift it is to be absolutely and only in the moment.
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In today's gospel reading, Jesus refuses to answer a question about the source of his "authority." His refusal has nothing to do with a need to hide the source or to be secretive. Rather Jesus knows (and demonstrates) that his opponents are not really interested in his answer. They will not roll it over in the minds, considering it and wondering about it. They will hear Jesus only in order to find something to use against him.
How like me they are, already knowing what the answer is, needing only to protect and defend that. But for a brief moment yesterday, I experienced the world differently, and it was lovely and beautiful.
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Preaching Thoughts on a Non-Preaching Sunday - Hope
Revelation suffers from benign neglect in most Mainline churches. That's understandable, given the difficult imagery that modern people struggle to understand. Unfortunately, however, this has basically ceded the book to the lunatic fringe, whose use of Revelation has largely defined public perceptions of the work.
In truth, Revelation was written as a word of encouragement to Christians suffering through difficult times. It does not mean to predict the future in any exact sort of way. There is no secret formula from which can be drawn timetables of specific, future events. Instead it calls people to remain faithful, sure in the hope that God will triumph in the end.
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One of my favorite movies is The Shawshank Redemption. If you’ve never seen it, you really should. Tim Robbins plays Andy, a bank executive
falsely convicted of murder, who is serving two life sentences in a brutal
penitentiary. There he strikes up an unlikely friendship
with a long-timer named Red, played by Morgan Freeman. Despite his false imprisonment, Andy
never gives up hope of someday being free, of one day opening a hotel and
operating a fishing boat in a little Mexican town on the Pacific Ocean. He even asks Red to be his assistant. But Red warns Andy to let go of his
hope. “Hope is a dangerous thing,” he
says. “Hope can drive a man insane. It’s got no use on the inside.” But Andy will not let go of hope.
Finally, after nearly twenty years in prison, Andy pulls off
a remarkable escape. A full scale search
ensues, but they never find him. Not
long afterwards, Red is finally paroled, but after a lifetime in prison, he
simply cannot adjust to life on the outside.
He is all ready to commit some petty crime so he will go back to prison,
but one thing stops him, a promise he made to Andy.
And so he journeys to a field, finds his way to a particular
tree, and the rock wall below it. And
there, buried at the base of the wall is a box containing money and a letter
from Andy. It invites him to come to
Mexico, to help Andy get his venture off the ground. The letter concludes, “Remember, Red. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of
things, and no good thing ever dies. I
will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend, Andy.”
The very last words we hear in the movie are Red’s thoughts
as he rides a Trailways bus to Fort Hancock, Texas. “I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his
hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as
it has been in my dreams. I hope.”
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What is it that allows you to hope? More to the point, what is it that allows you to hope when very little evidence exists that hope is a good thing? Christian hope has always been connected to the cross and the empty tomb. In many ways, Jesus suffers the same fate as others who speak against the powers of empire, the powers of exploitation, the powers of terror. But Jesus' movement on behalf a a different sort of world, God's new commonwealth where the poor hear good news, the captives are released, and the hungry are fed, does not end with his death. God raises Jesus.
God brings life out of death, hope out of hopelessness. It's a wonderful and heartwarming story... if by some chance it is true.
But is it true? Certainly many people believe that it is. But is it a foolish hope. Ultimately, who is right about hope, Andy or Red who said, “Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane. It’s got no use on the inside.” When things are going to pot, when the world seems headed in the wrong direction, does hope make much sense?
Christians have often relocated Jesus' hope to a hope for heaven when we die. It's easy to understand why. Maintaining hope in God's will being done on earth, in the world becoming a sort of heaven, is difficult in the face of so much evidence to the contrary. Yet this is precisely the situation facing to Christians for whom the book of Revelation is written. But why should we or they believe in and trust in hope that God is ultimately in charge of history?
For me, it all hinges on the living Christ. If I can, in fact, experience the presence of Jesus, here and now, then the powers that seem so terrifying and real - empire, evil, death - could not overcome Jesus. Their victory was a sham, for he is still here. And it isn't simply a matter of believing an old story. It is about coming to know Christ, sensing his presence, as the Spirit makes him known to me.
And so.... I hope.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Paying Attention: Good News in a Consumer Culture
Mark 10:14-15
Jesus' words in today's gospel reading are likely among the more familiar and beloved in the Bible. However, just what Jesus means by "as a little child" is not clear. Certainly the understanding of children and childhood was quite different in Jesus' day, and so some modern assumptions may be well off the mark. But no doubt Jesus' words sounded ambiguous in his own time as well. There is probably no one, correct understanding.
Yesterday a friend of mine posted a picture of his granddaughter on Facebook. (Thanks, John.) She was lying down on a beach, propped up on her elbows. Most of her legs were in the water while her upper body was, for the moment, clear of the gentle waves. Her fingers worked into the wet sand as she stared intently at them. My friend had captioned the picture, "Even sand is interesting to a 7 year old."
When Jesus spoke of being like a little child, perhaps he referred to children's relative powerlessness. Perhaps he was talking about their needing to receive what they need as opposed to acquiring it for themselves. Or perhaps he was referring to their ability to be enthralled by whatever is at hand, to be present to the wonder of what is right in front of them. We adults are often too busy to pay attention.
Countless spiritual writers have spoken of prayer in terms of being attentive or paying attention to God. But the busyness of our culture makes that difficult. Living in a consumer culture, we are bombarded with messages telling us that only "more" will feed our deepest desires. We will not be content until we get enough, though enough proves endlessly elusive.
Our consumer mindset is about much more than convincing us to buy a new car or a bigger TV or a fancier smartphone. Our relentless consumerism leaves us anxious that we may miss out. We worry that our children may miss some experience they "need" and so we over-schedule them. We worry that we may miss an important piece of information and so we check our phones in the middle of our conversations. (I'm guilty of this one.) And even if we aren't on our phones we often find it difficult simply to listen to someone, giving her our full attention. We are too busy evaluating what she is saying or calculating our response to it. (Guilty again.)
Living in a consumer culture and having a consumer mindset, we are often prone to hear the good news of the gospel in terms of "more," as something we add to our busy lives to help feed the longing we experience deep within us despite all the "more" we already have. But according to Jesus, the gospel is more about subtraction than about addition. And a seven year old stares at the sand in wonder. She has not yet been totally enveloped in consumerism, able for the moment to be fully present, content and not worried about an email she might be missing or what is next on the schedule.
And a little child shall lead them...
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Monday, August 10, 2015
Dryness
I keep thinking I will figure this spirituality thing out some day and become accomplished, an expert. Yet that never seems to happen. Perhaps this is God's way of breaking down my over-dependence on thinking and intellect. Dryness reminds me of a deep longing that cannot truly be satisfied by knowledge or information. Dryness reminds me that relationship with the divine, like intimacy with another human being, does not necessarily emerge from the same sort of efforts that produce good grades, a promotion at work, or other sorts of "success."
Not that effort and intention don't matter. They do, but neither human intimacy nor divine union are primarily matters of achievement or tasks to be mastered. They are states requiring trust and vulnerability, opening oneself along with giving oneself. For reasons I don't fully understand, these are sometimes easier and sometimes more difficult for me.
In that sense, there is a seasonal nature to spiritual dryness, at least for me. Just as my skin bothers me mostly in the dry air of winter, my spiritual dryness has times when it rages and times when it troubles me not at all. These seasons are less predictable, but there is reassurance in knowing that spring will eventually arrive.
I sometimes wonder if people for whom faith is mostly about believing the correct essentials, agreeing with the appropriate doctrines, experience the sort of spiritual dryness that I do. Is their faith more manageable and less capricious? Or are their demons simply different: doubt or crumbling certainties rather than unfulfilled longings?
Regardless, dryness reminds me that divine union, like intimacy, should not be taken for granted. It is a remarkable gift, and as such, it will never really be "under my control."
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Sermon: Impossibly Alive
Luke 20:27-38
Impossibly Alive
James Sledge August
9, 2015
I
belong to a Facebook group called “Happy to be a Presbyterian.” It has a lot of
pastors and others interested in the church who post sometimes interesting
articles and discussion topics. The other day someone shared a blog post
entitled, “Death Is Not the End Because Jesus Offers Us Eternal Life and
Happiness.” The post itself contained nothing particularly memorable. I likely
never would have even looked at it except for th3 note that accompanied it. It
read, “I really deliberated on whether or not I should post this week’s article
here because I know that many of you do not believe in resurrection or the
afterlife. However, I decided to post it anyway since the PCUSA embraces a wide
range of views—including those of members who do believe in the resurrection.”
By
the time I first saw the post, there were already close to a hundred comments,
and there was a pretty intense debate underway as to what exactly someone must
believe in order to be Christian. The discussion never got out of hand, but it
did get a bit testy at times. Considering how central the resurrection of Jesus
is to Christian faith, some might find it surprising this was a big point of
contention. Perhaps even more surprising was the fact that the person who
originally posted the article assumed his belief in eternal life to be a
minority one among Presbyterians.
But
perhaps no one should be surprised that people of faith struggle with their
understanding of resurrection. It is a topic that is barely explained in the
Bible. Our gospel reading today is the only place where Jesus tackles to
subject directly. In fact, a great many notions about resurrection and eternal
life come, not from the Bible, but from such disparate places as Greek
philosophy or fanciful speculation by Christians unsatisfied with Scripture’s unwillingness
– or perhaps inability – to explain things. A lot of people want details and
mechanics.
The
Sadducees in our reading today are focused on details and mechanics, but not
for the same reasons many Christians are. They employ mechanics to emphasize
the absurdity of believing in resurrection. I wonder if the often absurd
mechanics of resurrection and eternal life imagined by some Christians aren’t a
big reason that educated or progressive sorts of Christians sometimes struggle
with this subject.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Sermon: The Holy Ones
1
Peter 1:13-16
The
Holy Ones
James
Sledge August
2, 2015
Many
letters in the New Testament are addressed “To the saints who are in such and
such a place.” Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians opens, "To the
church of God that is in Corinth, to those who are sanctified in Christ Jesus,
called to be saints.”
As
many of you know, the term “saints” is used differently that it often is today.
The notion of saints as super-Christians is not found in the Bible. In the New
Testament, all the faithful are referred to as "saints."
But lest you think the term “saint” just a different way of saying “Christian,”
the word is often translated “holy.” And so it is possible to read those New
Testament letters, "To the holy ones who are in…” or “to those called to
be holy ones.”
The
biblical idea of holiness is probably more nuanced and multifaceted than many realize.
It includes notions of purity and righteousness, but it also speaks of being
consecrated, set apart for a special purpose. Holiness is a kind of distinctive
mark that designates people for a special task.
And this distinctiveness is supposed to reflect in some way the
distinctiveness of God. Our reading from 1 Peter emphasizes this, quoting God’s
voice from the Old Testament. “You shall be holy for I am holy.”
One other thing
about holiness, or at least about saints, the holy ones; in the Bible they
never occur in the singular. There is no Saint so and so. There is no one
described as a saint, no holy one, other than Jesus. It is always corporate, a
designation for the community of faith. Individuals have specific calls and
tasks, but only the community is called “the saints.” In that sense, “saints” and
“the body of Christ” are very nearly synonymous.
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Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Words, Words, Words
The meal was a traditional Turkish one, served in courses. There was a delicious lentil soup, followed a dish of eggplant, potatoes, meat, followed by rice and green beans, all of this accompanied by homemade bread and side dishes of salad from the family garden, something made from yogurt, mint, and cucumbers, and a wonderful eggplant salad made with smoked eggplant, yogurt, and spices I couldn’t quite identify. Then we retired to the living room where we were brought plates of fresh watermelon, and lastly, the end to most Turkish meals, a small glass of hot tea.
We feasted like kings and queens with our hosts scurrying about in a kitchen cramped by the nine of us, quickly removing one bowl or plate and replacing it with another. The husband, Baha, did most of the talking, but both he and his wife, Binnur, were incredibly enthusiastic in their hospitality. Conversations were interesting, with Bilal, the Fairfax, VA imam who is leading us in our Turkish odyssey, having to translate back and forth.
It was a remarkable evening, with many touching moments, but a couple stand out. The first happened over introductions. This family has hosted groups like ours many times before, but we were something of a novelty. With the exception of Bilal, all of us are Christian pastors. They had never hosted pastors before, and when they learned of this, Baha called us “friends of God” repeatedly and excitedly. And he spoke of seeing the light of God in us.
But I think the moment that touched me the most was when Baha said how rich he was because they were able to host us. That’s not how I usually hear people use the word “rich.” Perhaps there were some issues with translation, but I don’t think so. He and his wife were treating us like royalty, and he felt enriched and blessed by the opportunity to do so. It was an amazing demonstration of the biblical call to show hospitality to the stranger, a call I have often found to be considerably more evident among those of Islamic faith.
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A hectic schedule and the lack of reliable WiFi in our hotel has led to a delay in finishing this post. In the meantime we have again dined with a Muslim family. This family was younger and the evening somehow felt a bit different. One colleague spoke of the previous night being “moving” but this meal being “fun.” Yet one constant remained: the remarkable level of hospitality that genuinely felt joy and gratitude for the opportunity to host us.
As I reflect on these two evenings (we have another in a couple of hours), I’m struck by the connection that we made at these dinners despite significant language barriers. More striking, this connection achieved despite the difficulty understanding each other’s words happened between people who are sometimes divided by words.
I suppose that all faiths, in an understandable attempt to more fully understand that faith, use mountains of words to explain and detail the essentials of faith, to make sense of our faith stories and how they are to impact our lives. Yet so often our words become our fences, the lines we draw around our group that leaves others on the outside. Too often our words become weapons to say who’s in and who’s out. For Christians, our great commands are about love, yet we have often had little trouble telling others that our loving God is happy to damn them to hell for all eternity if their words don’t match ours.
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I’m reading a wonderful, historical novel that takes place in Turkey at the end of the Ottoman Empire and the early days of the Turkish Republic, Birds without Wings, by Louis De Berniers. I ran across this quote in it. “(T)he first casualties of a religion’s establishment are the intentions of its founder. One can imagine Jesus and Mohammed glumly comparing notes in paradise, scratching their heads and bemoaning their vain expense of effort and suffering, which resulted only in the construction of two monumental whited sepulchres.” (pp. 142-143, Kindle edition)
The observation is perhaps a bit harsh, but not without its truth. When we Christians forget about the command to love neighbors, along with Jesus’ teachings that broaden the neighbor to include even our enemy, then we inevitably misuse and abuse his words and words in general.
Since I’m quoting folks I’ll throw in another by Barbara Brown Taylor. “(I)n an age of information overload . . . the last thing any of us needs is more information about God. We need the practice of incarnation, by which God saves the lives of those whose intellectual assent has turned them dry as dust, who have run frighteningly low on the bread of life, who are dying to know more God in their bodies. Not more about God. More God.” (An altar in the World, p. 45)
Said another way perhaps, Not more words about God, not more words, but more God. Of course it's taken me a whole lot of words to say that.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Muslims, Confederate Flags, and Guilt by Association
Because of my relationship with the folks at IITS, the recent attack on a Navy recruiting center in Tennessee that killed five servicemen left me with a second, heartbreaking reaction. After the initial shock and sadness that such a tragedy had occurred, I immediately thought of the good people at IITS and countless other Muslims like them. Because the attacker was Muslim, some Americans with declare all Muslims guilty by association. This seems so unfair to my friends, and I can only imagine the pain it causes them.
Speaking of guilt by association, I have a number of Facebook “friends” who claim that the Confederate battle flag is not tainted by its association with a war to preserve slavery, hate groups such as the KKK, or the fact that so many southern states raised it over capitals and incorporated it into their state flags to protest the civil rights movement. And in an interesting oddity, those most vocal in defending the Confederate flag are often the same people condemning all Muslims for the actions of a few.
What is it that makes us humans so good at dividing ourselves into different groups, then assuming the worst of those whose group is different from ours? What makes us willing to believe the absolute worst about those who are different than us while at the same time excusing terrible actions by members of our own group as aberrations?
For me as a Christian pastor, such questions are even more troubling because religion is often heavily invested in the “we’re in and you’re not” game. We Christians, whose greatest commands are about love, can be downright hateful to those we deem on the outside. Clearly some Muslims have similar issues.
As I finish writing, I am now in Istanbul, brought here by a Muslim imam, and experiencing the warmth and hospitality of all those I've met. It is interesting being in a place where I'm the minority, whether the measure is language, ethnicity, or religion. Surely my being a Christian American carries with it a number of guilt by association issues for people here. But based on my limited experiience so far, perhaps not. Regardless, I look forward to the coming week and the chance to continue pondering those things that divide us, as well as looking for those things that bind us in a common, shared humanity.
Monday, July 13, 2015
Taking the Bible Seriously - Two Different Idolatries
The next day an evil spirit from God rushed upon Saul, and he raved within his house.
1 Samuel 18:10
I encounter very many "liberal" and "progressive" Christians who have a tenuous relationship with the Bible. (I'm not speaking of pastors so much as regular church members.) This is usually not because they haven't read Scripture, but rather because they have. At least they have read it enough that they have encountered sufficient terrifying or troubling texts that make them question the Bible's validity.
You don't need to look very hard to find such texts. From rather minor things such as the ban on eating shrimp or wearing clothing made of two materials to appalling commands to kill children who curse their parents and to conduct genocidal slaughter of a land's indigenous inhabitants, the Bible contains a large number of verses likely to make most people squirm. Ignoring the Old Testament doesn't help very much either. Women should remain silent; slaves should obey their masters; "accept the authority of every human institution." (I've always been confused by Christians who speak of infallible Scripture in one breath and in the next insist the right to bear arms must be maintained in case we need to overthrow the government.) There is plenty to make you squirm in the New Testament.
You would think that after all these centuries Christians would have arrived at some generally accepted notions of what to do with the Bible, but this seems not to be the case. Even stranger, many who've decided they can no longer accept the Bible's authority, appear to have accepted the literal, inerrant model of some fundamentalists as a norm. And some liberal Christians I talk to struggle to accept Scripture because they think doing so means reading it this way.
It may come as a shock to some, but reading the Bible literally is a modern phenomenon. It took the Protestant elevation of Scripture combined with 19th century scientific advances for some to embrace a doctrine of inerrancy. The problems with such a doctrine are many. For one, Scripture makes no such claim for itself. The passage from 2 Timothy 3:16, "All scripture is inspired by God and is useful for teaching..." is often quoted on this topic, but inspired and inerrant are quite different things. And of course, the writer is referring to the Old Testament only. The New Testament did not yet exist.
Notions of literalism and inerrancy also make it difficult, if not impossible, to let Scripture have its own say. For example, the synoptic gospels, Matthew, Mark, and Luke, place Jesus' cleansing of the Temple during the last week of his life. But John's gospel has this at the beginning of Jesus' ministry. If we are committed to a doctrine of inerrancy, we now must commit to explaining away this discrepancy. At such a point, this doctrine has now become more treasured than the gospel witness itself.
Or look at the quote from today's reading in 1 Samuel where God sends an evil Spirit to afflict Saul. Do evil Spirits come from God? In much of the Old Testament they do. In Exodus, Pharaoh repeatedly changes his mind about letting Moses and the Hebrews go because God "hardened Pharaoh's heart." For much of ancient Israel's history, they had no notion of an evil counterpart to God. Indeed their radical monotheism argued against such a thing. And so evil that at a later date might be attributed to "the devil" is attributed to God.
As I said, the problems with inerrancy are many, as well as obvious. Maintaining a belief in it requires a blind faith in the doctrine itself, which of course is idolatrous. The doctrine was devised to protect the authority of Scripture, but its many failings may have done more damage to the idea of biblical authority than science or secularism or anything else ever did. So then how do we lay claim to some sort of legitimate, biblical authority?
Perhaps that verse from 2 Timothy can be of help. "All scripture is inspired by God and is useful for teaching..." Inspired; what does that mean? I looked up inspired and found this: "aroused, animated, or imbued with the spirit to do something, by or as if by supernatural or divine influence." If a poet is inspired to write some incredible verses or a musician to pen a spectacular score, we do not mean that the finished product has nothing to do with poet of composer. Inspiration does not overwhelm the person.
Hopefully my sermons are occasionally inspired, something more than just my thoughts and reflections, but on those occasions when God does speak through me, I am not obliterated by such inspiration. I do not simply become stenographer or parrot. My voice is still there, my perspective, my biases, and so on. So too the writers of Scripture are presumably present in their writings, along with their context, perspective, and so on. The inspiration is divine, but it does not swallow up the author.
The inspiration is divine. This is a critical thing to remember, for if some Christians have tended to claim too much for Scripture, some have tended to claim far too little. In the process, some liberal and progressive Christians have engaged in a different sort of idolatry from that of their inerrancy counterparts, an idolatry of reason. This idolatry sets up my own judgment as final arbiter and acknowledges no authority outside of self.
This poses an entirely different problem for faith. If inerrancy requires one to embrace a God of genocide and slavery, this second idolatry risks doing away with God altogether, or at least any insights into God not readily apparent and palatable to me. At some point such a move rejects the idea of revelation altogether. But if God cannot be other than I imagine or conceive, then God gets created in my image.
Faith is damaged by an overly simplified, black and white, "God said it and I believe it" mentality. But it is equally damaged by a refusal to acknowledge any biblical authority. If I do not engage with and wrestle with the Scriptures, if I do not allow the Bible to have some sort of claim on me and my life, then I am may be many things, some of them good and noble, but I am not seeking to be a Christian, a person who seeks to live in faithful relationship with the God revealed in Jesus.
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