Life Update--a long time coming

Well, hello all. It has obviously been quite a while since the last update. I swear I have a good reason. You see, about ten days after the last update, Pippi and I got married. Between this and getting used to life together and in the swing of middler year, I've had little time to write. In any case, a quick update is in order before diving into more reflective material.
I hardly need to say this, but the wedding went well. The ceremony was very relaxed and light-hearted and the reception was super fun. Pip's Dad's band Flavor played and so did pieces of her brother's band. It was a blast. The honeymoon was in beautiful Isla Mujeres, Mexico thanks to Pip's uncle Tim and was amazing, except for the fact that I got really sick the last day. Shortly after the honeymoon, we moved into our apartment in St. Paul. I would say the biggest challenge we've faced so far in marriage is simply scheduling. Between Pip's regular sub gigs and my crazy school and work schedule, we've definitely had to move things around to grab quality time together. I will say I made the terrible mistake of taking six classes for the first six weeks. There wasn't time for anything.
Other than the marriage business, I'm happy to say that middler year is going well and figuring internship out is also just fine. Now that a couple half term courses have ended, I've got some more time on my hands, which is nice.
I was officially endorsed by my synod last month. This means that I have their approval for internship. The whole endorsement process, which included writing an essay and meeting for an interview, went quite well. They did point out that I need to work on over-committing myself. Who knew?
Ok, this rambling has gone on long enough. I'll be posting a reflection of more substance very soon.

ramblings and a bit on vocation

Happy August everybody,

Well, that sweaty month has come. Today it felt like I was swimming in the thick air as I walked from my car to the hospital. But I don't mind the heat. Plus it is finally the month of our wedding. After almost a year and a half of engagement it's about time. It is now officially 10 days 18 hours and 57 minutes away. Since I have a lot on my mind right now, I'm not going to write some original lengthy theological rant or musing. Rather, I'll include below part of an essay I wrote recently for something else. It's about vocation. Enjoy! I hope it makes sense.

As a baptized Lutheran Christian, I have received the general call to faith in Christ and participation in the church. Because of this call, this movement of God toward me, I faithfully believe in the triune God who exists as love and shows us perfect community; I believe that God creates and sustains creation, and that we can see and witness to God’s creative work as it occurs before our very eyes; I believe that Christ’s life, death, and resurrection hold for humanity the hope and assurance of liberation from sin and ultimate unity with God and the other in the new life of the reign of God; I also believe that the Holy Spirit is at work in God’s church as it guides us to live within the reign of God by existing with and for the other all for God’s sake. This general call is to more than intellectual assent to the creeds and doctrines of the church. In baptism we are called to discipleship. We are called to follow the living truth in love for the neighbor and all of God’s creation. Martin Luther puts it more plainly when he writes in his “Introduction to St. Paul’s Letter of the Romans,” “[I]t is just as impossible to separate faith and works as it is to separate heat and light from fire.” In confirmation we affirm this faith that we receive in baptism, and promise our participation in the community of faith.

For me, living faithfully thus means seeking and working for justice for the oppressed, weeping with the sorrowful, hurting with the broken, and rejoicing with the joyful. In church, we confess Christ so that we can live this faithful life in our homes, our workplaces, at the capital, in the hospital, and any other place we might find ourselves. In this way, I can say confidently that I have not only been called to the ministry of teaching, preaching, and confessing, but that I have also been called to my relationship with my wife Pippi, to loving and respecting my parents and family, to my friendships and all other relationships; I have been called to Luther Seminary to study, to working with children in camp settings, to urban ministry, and to economic and hunger justice ministries. Through personal and communal discernment that has been confirmed by the corporate body of Christ, I have been called to these places to confess Christ to the world and to meet Christ in the world.

stuff i learned from other people

Good evening y'all,

It is Sunday evening, July 25, 2010. We are officially 18 days and 17 hours from the wedding. I could not be more ready. There is a lot left to do but it will happen whether we're ready. Honestly, I can say no cold feet and little nervousness. I'm mostly just excited and ready to be relaxing with my new wife in Mexico. The wedding is fun and all, but I think I'm most looking forward to married life-getting back to St. Paul and settling into life together.

There are three weeks of CPE left. I've loved it, but I'm definitely ready to be back to life as normal. The clinical time with patients has been my favorite. Don't get me wrong, the group time and on call has been fine-but the best part is really existing with people as they travel through some life changing times.

Last week we had our "CPE day" with the other advocate health centers. This was definitely one of the academic highlights of the summer. The keynote speaker was the Rev. Dr. Teresa Snorton. She is the director of the national ACPE and bishop of the Christian Methodist Episcopal church. Dr. Snorton spoke beautifully to us about diversity in ministry. During her presentation, I had the opportunity to share my theological traditions with the people at my table. At this, I realized that I owe a lot to denominations other than the ELCA that have had an affect on my worldview. Specifically, I have learned a lot from the anabaptist peace churches and the UUs. There are others that have influenced me, but these are a couple that I have not previously acknowledged. From the first, I have grown into an ethic of nonviolence. From the second I have learned quite a bit.

I attended a UU community for a while in college and was attracted to it for a number of reasons. First, the UUs are held together not necessarily by doctrine or dogma, but by practice and appreciation for the dignity of all peoples. Similarly, I do not believe that we are ultimately judged by intellectual assent to doctrine. Intellectual assent does not ultimately define our stance before our graceful, loving God. Christianity is about more than assent. It is about community and practice. If I were ultimately judged by whether I believed everything perfectly, I would certainly be damned. Second, the UUs have a profound respect for other religions. Third, I experienced radical hospitality from UUs. I felt accepted wholly, simply for who I was. This is the kind of church God desires. Well, you might ask what brought me back to the ELCA? Sin. What I first appreciate about Lutheranism is the reality with which it understands humanity. There is something deeply wrong about humanity. Something that needs redeemed. Lutheranism points to and even emphasizes this. During lent, the congregations confront this communally. In our culture of excess, it is so important to admit that we are broken and sinful, that we participate daily in systems of sin and that there is no way to shake this sin without the help of God. This is the language my spirit speaks.

a midsummer's blah blah

hola y'all!

i've decided, for a change of pace, to write this entry kind of ee cummings style with no capitals. why? because i can. life is good here in the sweltering heat of the swift moving summer. i'm currently at the hospital serving my on call evening. i've really lucked out in a lot of ways with my placement this summer. for example (and yes, this is totally bragging), i don't have over night on calls. instead, we just stay around all day until 11. this is very much appreciated, especially after weeks like the last one. it was quite an emotionally charged one here at the hospital and at home as well. i sat with patients in real desperate and moving situations and got to be present in some really life changing moments. i can't and won't give more detail than that, but i will say that it was as rewarding as it was exhausting. after serving on call last week i simply collapsed into my bed from exhaustion. while i would love to maybe try a year program of chaplain residency, i definitely do not think that i would be cut out for this sort of intense spiritual care as a full time job. well, i guess this is all part of the discernment process.

at home, pippi and i are well into the final throws of wedding planning. it seems to me that there is more and more to do every day. but fortunately i have a level headed fiancee who tells me that we are right on schedule. i like her. i really just wish it was august 16th and we were sitting on the beach enjoying the sun together. soon enough.

in my devotional times, i have been thinking a lot about a short piece of hindu scripture i read in heidi neumark's book breathing space. while i can't recite it here from memory, i can share with you the general gist. it is basically about the strength of motion. that the sturdy, stable tree is brought down, torn from the ground, by rushing waters. life for me, and general life in the hospital seems to be always rushing. this story reminds me that, while i do need to allow rest for myself, God most certainly meets me in the hustle. these rushing waters are blessed. patients often speak about trying to go with the flow. this is especially true on the cvicu floor. while i hope that they do take the time and courage to assert themselves so they make sure their humanity is honored with dignity in this building, i do think that this can be a healthy attitude for a person to have. we move with the currents of life, allowing ourselves the full experience of change, renewal, and loss. in this motion we meet God.

well into summer

Hello all,

Just wanted to write a quick update. The summer is moving along nicely. I am still surprised by how fast it is going. We are already four weeks into the ten week CPE program. This has been a really wonderful experience so far. The group gets along quite well and is every open. It is such a different atmosphere than I am used to in terms of the openness of the group. Still, I really look forward to clinical time the most. This is the time that we get to spend with patients. Every now and again it is clear that the chaplain's presence is not welcome in a room, but mostly I find that people are really quite willing to offer the chaplain hospitality by letting us into their space for a chat. Some patients really want to explore issues of faith and their emotions, but many patients just want someone to talk to. The hospital can be a lonely place for people and I feel so blessed to be in a position to relieve some of that loneliness. I could certainly see myself doing this in a more full time way.

Pippi and I are doing amazing! We just received news that we will indeed get the housing we were hoping for next year. This was really the last thing that was up in the air in terms of planning for next year. It was really exciting news for us! In other news, we've been getting a lot of rsvp cards for the wedding-thank you for that and we've been spending a good amount of time on weekends at her parent's cabin in Wisconsin. All in all, a good summer so far. Here's hoping for more of the same.

making space

thirty spokes share the wheel's hub;

it is the center hole that makes it useful.

shape clay into a vessel;

it is the space within that makes it useful.

cut doors and windows for a room;

it is the holes which make it useful.

therefore profit comes from what is there;

usefulness from what is not there. (Lao Tzu)

I came across this piece from Lao Tzu a couple of months ago as I read Heidi Neumark's Breathing Space. It speaks to the notion that when we empty ourselves of ourselves, we are able to better be used by God for God's mission in the world. Paul reflects upon a similar sentiment in his second letter to the Corinthians: But we have this treasure in clay jars so that it may be made clear that this extraordinary power belongs to God and does not come from us. We are fragile vessels. When we are emptied of our selfish concerns, we can be filled with the ministry that God has for us-and this is our strength, this fortifies our otherwise fragile walls so we can be God's people in the world. This has been an especially helpful reflection for summer CPE. I realize that I bring all of my concerns, prejudices, joys, and sorrows into every patient's room I enter. I am very full of things that can get in the way of really existing with and for the patients. Yet, it is my calling to be empty of myself so I can be filled again with the gospel, which enables me to focus wholly on the patient. For me, this emptying comes about through prayer and meditation. Through these, I feel empowered to focus my thoughts outside of myself. When I am emptied of myself, I can better live in to my calling.

shape clay into a vessel;

it is the center hole that makes it useful.

the beginning of CPE and imago dei

The summer is off and running. This week begins my second week of CPE and my first week of being with patients. It has been a spectacular experience so far and I am sure I will tell you more and more about it as the summer progresses. I have my first on call night on Wednesday and I'm really looking forward to it. Our CPE group has really clicked already. Oddly, it is a group of five guys. That homogeny does not often happen in summer CPE programs. But it works for us and we get on quite well. Tomorrow we have our end of orientation retreat and after that we start full steam ahead! I can't wait to visit regularly with patients. I'll be working primarily on the CVICU floor, so I'll have plenty of long term patients. Pippi and I have been busy wedding planning and I have been adjusting with ease to my new living arrangements with my aunt and uncle. This summer we are worshipping at the church where we'll be married. It's a great place. Much has been accomplished already and I am excited that things are becoming more normal and are settling down around here so that I can share my life with you on this blog more frequently.

A few weeks ago I turned in my final paper for our first systematic theology class, Creation and the Triune God. In it, I reflected upon the doctrine of the image of God from a feminist perspective. The paper itself was not entirely arduous work, but the questions that have arisen since have merited much of my attention. The root of the Image of God is Genesis 1:27:

So God created humankind in his image,

in the image of God he created them;

male and female he created them.

The notion underlying this piece of literature is that humans are special. In some way, we are a reflection of God; we are created in God’s image. This is easy to say, harder to understand. Here are some options for trying to make sense out of this foundational religious belief: humanity could possibly be made physically in God’s image. Humanity could also be in God’s image because of our dominion towards creation. On the other hand, God’s image could be found in our capacity to create. We do “god-like” things like build and create. Or, it could be that God’s image is expressed or reflected in us through our relational nature. We are like God because we are defined by and exist in relationship with others. We reach out in love and receive the same. There is beauty and truth in all of these options (some are more truthful than others. Honestly, I buy the last one more than any others). But I would like to add something more.

God’s image is expressed in us in stories. Remembering is a huge part of being human. Each day is a story, and we tell it like it is. Stories start religions and great social movements. Stories have profound creative powers, and, at times have profound destructive powers. Christianity, Judaism, Islam and all other religions are based upon stories. The civil rights movement used stories to make political change. Nazism spread because it told a good story. Individuals’ minds and hearts are changed by good stories. They are a huge part of our relationship with God. Without the story, there would be no faith in God. All of theology is learning how to tell the story of God’s encounter with humanity effectively and in a way that builds society up. Religion itself is story. Each holiday, each Sunday, each Shabbat, each numinous experience is a story. In the end, the story is the only real thing we have to hold on to. It really matters much more that an effective story is told than if something is objectively true. That is not to say that I do not believe God objectively exists. On the contrary, I very much do. All I am saying is that the story of God is what we encounter in the life of faith. It is what changes us, it is what changes the world. It is what makes us human and it is what makes us special. It is part of what it means to be in the image of God. Let us learn to tell it well.

future sermon

Good morning world. I just whipped up this little piece for my preaching class and kind of dig it. It is a short beginning to a sermon on John 18:1-12. I thought you might like it:

On the night in which he was betrayed, Jesus of Nazareth unabashedly revealed his divine identity. The dark of that night was pierced by lanterns and torches lit by the false light of fear, accusation, and death. The calm of that night was disturbed by the rumble of more than 600 men marching to extinguish the true light of life, the light which does more than merely pierce the darkness, the light which overcomes the darkness, the light which enlightens everyone, the light which is Christ the Lord, Jesus the great “I AM.” In the darkness of this terrible night, amidst the raging shouts of his captors, Jesus identity is unequivocally revealed. Two simple words, “Ego eimi.” I am.

This declaration does not simply convey to Jesus’ captors that they have found the right criminal. The English translation, “I am he,” in response to the question “Whom are you looking for,” is misleading. Jesus’ words as written in the original Greek are none other than the name of God as spoken by God, “Ego eimi,” I AM. No, this declaration is not made to assure the captors that this man is indeed the one for whom they are looking. This declaration is the revelation of Jesus’ identity. It is at the very hour of his betrayal and capture that Jesus identifies himself as God incarnate. His identity is not made fully clear in front of a crowd of adoring fans, after a great sermon to his disciples, or in the middle of a healing or sign. Rather, Jesus reveals that he is God in the dark of night, in the hour of uncertainty and fear, and to a crowd of captors amongst whom stands his very betrayer. The crowd to whom Jesus reveals his identity is not a friendly one. The narrator has told us in verse 3 that they are coming with weapons, and she makes clear the fact that Judas was among them (v. 5). Yet, this group of captors and Judas seems to react appropriately as they fall to the ground in response to Jesus’ proclamation. It is almost as if they are caught in awe by these words and Jesus must remind them of what they must do in verses 7-8.

It is to his captors and the one who would betray him that Jesus reveals his divine identity. So today, Jesus reveals his divine identity to an imperfect people. A people often guided more by fear, mob mentality, and uncertainty than by the light of life. This does not occur in some glorious hour but in the dark of night amidst the chaos of mob rule and in the hour of his sealed fate. So today, Jesus is revealed in the frailty and chaos of our human experience. On the night in which he was betrayed Jesus unabashedly proclaimed, “Ego eimi,” I AM.

holy uncertainty

This is a bonus post since I've been away for so long.

In the last year I've had to make a significant number of choices and decide how to respond to God's call in a number of ways. This constant discernment process, which I am sure I'll never leave, has granted me much occasion to reflect upon certainty. More than anything else in the past year I've wanted to be certain of everything. Here's a sample of what I'm talking about: I've wanted (and still want) to be certain about stuff in my personal life like where to go to seminary, whether Pippi and I are making the right choice in getting married at this point, choosing the right classes, joining the right justice organizations. I want certainty in bigger vocational questions like whether I'm called to ministry that especially focuses on urban ministry, emergent church, justice and social work, new testament studies and a subsequent professorship, or all of these, and if all of these then what in the world does that look like? Should I do CPE where I am? Should I join the CML cohort? I want certainty in huge theological questions like what faith means, what the role of justice is in salvation and what salvation is, how God relates to us. Can we know God's metaphysical attributes? Who cares about the Trinity? What in the world happened on the cross and why does it matter? These questions are NOT easily cleared up upon consultation of Scripture, tradition, reason, or church teaching.

In short, and I think if you have made it this far in the post this will be obvious, I spend a lot of time being uncertain. And I'm willing to bet that I'm not alone. Think about it. What can you say about your life with 100% certainty? I've thought about this a lot lately.

Then

Recently

It HIT me-

It is here that I most often meet God. In my frailty and my uncertainty God is most clearly witnessed to. It is in this state of uncertainty that I am reminded of the vainity, the absurdity, and the transient nature of life of which Qoheleth writes in Ecclesiastes. It is because I am not certain about anything that I trust, have faith in God. This place of uncertainty, where I question my very existence and God's very existence is holy ground. I meet the God who welcomes questioning and who takes me seriously enough to listen to my questions and respond in a diverse number of ways from aha moments to suggestions from friends to God's very Word.

This is spectacularly witnessed in the call of Moses. Moses is on holy ground and Moses is uncertain. The unlikely liberator has shown a passion for justice and God's imagined future by the time of his call in the Exodus narrative. But by the time the call rolls around, he is uncertain about so much: whether God has the right person, whether the Hebrews or Pharaoh will listen to him, whether God's future will ever be a reality. In his uncertainty he questions and God takes his questions seriously. As my Pentateuch teacher points out, "God will move with Moses, even adapting original divine plans in view of Moses' considerations. God's way into the future is thus not directed solely by the divine word and will (Fretheim, Exodus, 53)." Moses is uncertain. God meets him in this uncertainty and even changes God's own mind for the human agent. Our uncertainty is not something to flee from but something to embrace. We are called to struggle with God and our uncertainty is occasion to do so. God has blessed us with this discomfort so that we can meet and grow in relationship with God. Uncertainty is truly holy.

life since we last talked

Happy Spring! What an amazing time here in MN. The resurrection is given whole new meaning when one survives a Minnesota winter and is greeted by the new life of a warm spring day. I know I'm being rather sappy but who couldn't be in this weather. It is even getting to the point where the night is comfortable. Wow! Every year I know it's coming, but every year spring takes me by surprise.

We are just past the midpoint of the semester and things are really picking up! Coming right off a week of pretty intense midterm paper writing, many of us are already looking toward finals. So much to do! Student council just finished our Bread for the World letter writing campaign this last Friday. It went quite well. The subject this year is the Earned Income Tax Credit, and it really needs our support. I sincerely recommend checking out the link above and writing a quick letter. God's vision for the world needs YOU!!!

Student Council's next big project is a screening of This Palestinian Life, a film documenting life in occupied (even if it is technically legal) Palestine. The screening will be followed by a discussion which will be incredible. Between Student Council, work, and school I'm being kept pretty busy, but my attention also has to be given to CPE, church, and the wedding. Seminary is certainly a busy time. Last week was our first Clinical Pastoral Education training. I'll be interning as a chaplain at Advocate Good Shepherd hospital in Barrington, IL. The hospital is big and beautiful, and I am really looking forward to the summer there. Developing pastoral care skills is definitely something that I'm excited about. Not to mention the opportunity to process all of this summer's happenings in a group setting. What with the wedding and everything else, I'll definitely benefit from the group. At church I am looking forward to our Earth Day celebration next weekend. We'll be volunteering at Minehaha falls! We've also got the March of Dimes coming up and we're going to hear author and emergent church mover and shaker Brian McLaren speak this coming Thursday! In other news, the wedding is coming along nicely. We're just finishing ordering invitations, and we pretty much have all the other important stuff done. Woohoo! Personally, I'm ready to be married and in Mexico! I think this is pretty much all that's going on...oh, wait. I forgot, I'm also in the process of applying to become a part of Luther's Congregation and Missional Leadership cohort. This will provide me with the tools to be able to pursue mission-focused calls even right out of seminary. In my opinion all calls are necessarily mission-focused, but I want to be sure that I am intentional about this focus. I'll talk more about this in my next post.

quick update

Hi all. What a busy time. Between homework (which I obsessively do all of-probably not healthy), applying for scholarships, figuring out CPE, planning the wedding, student council, church, work, and all the little stuff in between, life can get pretty overwhelming. But, this is exactly what I signed up for. It is a good and refreshing busy. Yet, I know that the call to be a sabbath person is the call to take time to remember that it is not in these actions that I am a child of God, but in simply being and in faith. In all of the busyness, I am learning a few things. First, I am learning time and time again that a person must be able to say no! This is so important. Second, it is ok to ask for help. This is especially good for ministry in the priesthood of all believers. I have no right to take on all the work myself but am called to ask people to take responsibility too! What a beautiful thing to be in partnership rather than kingship! Third, I am learning that I am not in control. It doesn't matter how much I prepare for many of these things, somethings will go wrong. Now, I am sure that these are messages that will have to be drilled into my stubborn type-a head again and again, but it is good when I feel like I grasp them.

The weather is turning warm. Minnesota is beautiful this time of year. It is like swampland right now. Wonderful. The smell of the saturated ground captures me as I walk to class in our little picturesque neighborhood. Though it is in the middle of lent right now, this is certainly a resurrection time for the world. I think people who don't experience midwestern winters don't really get good theology. We must be driven to despair-to the cross-to know God and to experience God's promises. Just when we are despairing the most, the winter leaves and there is a new creation. I hope all is well.

swamped

This is the point in the semester when life really begins to overwhelm. Midterms are fast approaching. The wedding is only 5.5 months away. Taxes are due, along with financial aid information. Student council is trying to do a bread for the world letter writing campaign. The list goes on and on. It is in times like these that I need sabbath practices. I don't mean this in the sense that I need to find time to be lazy. When life gets this way, it is completely important to remember, as Walter Brueggemann points out in his commentary on Genesis, that the world is God's and its turning or survival does not solely rely on our activity. If God is confident enough in the world's order to rest, then we can certainly do the same. Now, we certainly are given responsibility for the well-being of the world, so taking all our time for rest is not what we were created for. Still, know that we are loved for the simple fact that we are human. What we do and how we act matters. In fact, we are acting the most like humans when we fulfill our responsibilities to each other. Yet, this does not merit love, or singularly define us as human. Work is only part of the definition.

I think to years ago when I was in the practice of meditating as I watched water collect on leaves after rain. I know, weird hippie, right? Anyway, the centering thought that I used was that the water and the plant are not doing anything to earn their status as part of creation, not doing anything to earn God's favor, not doing anything to be anymore beautiful than they already are. Simply by existing, they are doing their job. The natural life of a plant and of rain is all it needs to do. By being, they are fulfilling their responsibility to the world. We are called to this sort of rest. The kind of rest that honors our being. As humans, we are also called back again after the rest into the responsibilities of our vocation. God has given the world into our care, so we can't alway rest.

listening across lines of faith

The argument for faith is spectacularly personal. People on the outside easily attack this, calling it delusional thinking or brainwashing. We want to fit in, so we do whatever we need to. Yet, it is my experience that community is the only argument for faith. It is in community that faith grows and in community that we meet God who is, Godself, community. Being drawn into faith is never a matter of considering facts, but is born out of what I will call seduction. Participation in the body of Christ is seductive. One is drawn into faith if that one’s participation in the body resonates with that person. It is not the stuff of rationality. The theologian Peter Rollins describes this paradigm of faith in his book How (Not) to Speak of God. He likens it to family life. We are first born into a family and are accepted (hopefully). Thus, we first belong. We then start to imitate the behavioral patterns as displayed by the family, so we behave in a similar fashion. Finally, it may be the case that some of us begin to pick up the beliefs of our parents. This is the point where orthodoxy finally arrives. In the end we believe. It is the same with faith. People of faith first belong, then behave, and finally believe. The page number escapes me right now and I do not own the book.

In terms of how I would handle a situation in which I came into discussion about faith with an atheist, I think the encounter would be rather dialogic. I actually relate quite well to atheists. I have many of the same problems with faith that I hear from many of my atheist friends. Faith really makes little sense to me, yet I am compelled to believe. My biggest problem with religion in general is with the violence that has been and is wrought in the name of God. Yet, I see definite redemption in the great good that has been performed in the name of God. The backbone of nearly every successful movement toward justice and ultimate reconciliation has been faith. I firmly hold that religion is a greater instrument for social good than it is for social evil. It is more than the first way we tried to make sense of the world as Hitchens suggested. It changes the very order of the world. Further, like Wilson and Hitchens’ dialogue, my own would not have the final aim of conversion, but of understanding, of broadening worldviews and, perhaps, of changing my own perspectives in light of what I learn from my sister or brother. We must listen to the complaints of atheism and take seriously the cries of people who are affected by our faith as we live it in a very public and shared world.

a passage from an essay

Much like the God that Christians and Jewish people witness to in the Torah, I am learning quite a lot about living in relationship. Through some rather difficult lessons in Genesis’ first eleven chapters, our God learns that to be in relationship, to truly know and love the other in all her or his humanity, costs. God is hurt time and time again. First, by Her new creation’s disobedience, then by a rift in brotherly love, then by the violence of all humanity, then by God’s own reaction to that violence, and finally by humanity’s desire to displace their trust in God and put it in their own self-made security.

Relationships grounded in reality, in freedom, and in love involve suffering. This is compassion, the fertile soil from which relationships sprout. The fruit of these relationships between God and humanity, sisters and brothers within humanity, and between humanity and all of creation is discipleship. Since God, Godself, is relationship and each one of us finds our own identity in relationship it simply follows that discipleship’s own genesis is in the experience of knowing God and the other.

Ultimately, the incarnation, human experience of Jesus, and His own execution at the hands of the Empire and religious authorities exemplify most poignantly God’s compassionate relationship with humanity. God’s experience, in a very real way, is the human experience. The flesh and blood, incarnational ministry of Jesus, the God who suffers, is the example that we disciples in ministry are called to follow here in this time and place.

Ministry, now more than ever, must be intentionally incarnational and relational. Our context is marked by depersonalization, dehumanization, and systemic violence. People complain of community breakdown, nations ignore their own sick and poor while indiscriminately killing thousands for the sake of “security,” and churches and communities built solely upon common affinity diminish the suffering of relationships that opens the doors to compassion.

It is no longer effective or even an appropriate expression of discipleship and mission to simply invite a friend to church on rally Sunday. Mission cannot be contained by church walls or convincing others to align their worldviews and intellectual understanding of God with our own. No, the Church must meet people where they are and truly come to know the other in all of her or his humanity. Jesus did the same in eating with tax collectors and sinners. In the aftermath of Christendom, the Church has the opportunity to re-form itself in dialogue, to be honest about hypocrisy and failure, to be more fully human. Moreover, now is a time to participate in God’s re-creational work.

This relational understanding does not diminish the political task of the Church. As long as there is economic injustice, violence, and oppression, and as long as everyone the world over participates in these ills (either by direct involvement or complicity), the task of the Christian Church is necessarily political. Christians either supports the status quo or challenges the oppression of that same status quo. A church that takes seriously the call to discipleship will be intentional about its political task and will work for justice against the oppressive powers and principalities of the status quo set against God. This occurs both in relational acts of charity that truly get to know the other who is negatively affected by the powers and principalities in the world, and in works of advocacy and justice. Practically, the political task of the church must begin in local communities. The challenge of the pastor is to help the other disciples see how larger systems are at work within their own community. This personalizes oppression and is the only way to invite the congregation to the works of charity and justice to which we are called.

Justification by Coma (Dr. Sundberg)

In light of the distance between this post and the last, I will briefly summarize life in the last few months. Busy.

Last semester ended well. I enjoyed and did well in my classes. Christmas break was very relaxing. I'm sure I saw many of you. There was some drama around the reception hall for Pippi and my wedding. It went bankrupt and we lost our $600 deposit. But we found a new, less expensive place and will be getting hitched on Friday August 13. Friday the 13th. Spooky. Then I took a class for J term in Chicago called the Dimensions and Dynamics of Urban Ministry. We dealt with the pastor's role as prophet, and confronting violence, economic injustice, and racism with the gospel. Through that class I really came to understand how deep my passion is for ministry in the city. I feel so called to see the world and theology from the bottom up and to minister from this place. I got the incredible honor of meeting the kind and intelligent Jeremiah Wright and Father Pflager. If you don't know who they are, google the names, they are two prophets worth knowing.

After the class, I basically watched horror movies for three weeks and got ready for the semester by reading and taking care of administrative stuff. Recently, I was nominated for the FTE's Ministry Fellowship. I am pretty excited about that and will let you know how it goes.

Now I am taking Systematic Theology: Creation and the Triune God, Reformation History, Galatians and Thessalonians, and Pentateuch. A full load, but a fun one. I was going to talk about a new meaning for faith and salvation in our changing world, but I am tired, I'll do this soon.