Isaiah 1:12-17; Romans 12:1-2
Transforming, Holy Space
James Sledge May
12, 2019
The
other day I attended the annual spring luncheon of the Falls Church Community
Service Council at Knox Presbyterian. Some of you bring food for their food
pantry, and our congregation has long supported this and other programs at FCS.
This
year’s lunch celebrated their 50th anniversary. A representative from
Church World Services spoke briefly and reminded us of all that was happening
in 1969, the first moon landing, Woodstock, all the tumult and turmoil. “It was
a time when we thought we could change the world,” he said. But then he added,
“Not many of the people I work with feel that way these days. Many of them are
depressed.” He went on to make a more hopeful point, but I was still thinking
about that journey from expecting to change the world to despair.
Perhaps
it was simply a matter of hopes meeting reality. That speaker mentioned that
the number of refugees in the world is now larger than at any time since the
end of World War II, a rather sobering statistic. But along with being sobered
up by cold, hard facts, I wonder about the source of that confidence back in
1969.
I
was only twelve years old at the time, but I suspect that expectations of
changing the world were partly rooted in a belief in progress and the idea that
we humans could do anything we put our minds to. America had helped win World
War II, become the dominant super power, and put a man on the moon. On top of
that, the 60s saw huge gains by the Civil Rights movement, and a burgeoning
anti-war movement, Between unparalleled scientific advances and great social change,
it was easy to see endless possibilities.
I
wonder if Civil Rights leaders such as Martin Luther King shared the same sort
of optimism. They had a different sense of the difficulties and costs involved.
My impression is that Dr. King’s optimism was not rooted in a belief in
progress or endless human capabilities. It was rooted in faith, in a certainty
that God’s will would ultimately prevail.
Perhaps
that is why Civil Rights rallies often looked a little like African American worship.
Such worship wasn’t so much about personal piety or salvation but about
salvation history, about the power of God at work to free the oppressed and set
right injustice.
The worship I sat through growing up in
the 60s and 70s was very different. Our white, middle class worship fit easily
into American civil religion that often saw the Civil Rights movement and, to a
greater degree, the anti-war movement as threats. Even in churches that were
sympathetic to these movements, faith and worship often served as a respite
from the tumult, largely disconnected from any hope or desire to change the
world.
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