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Quarantine Reflections -All Lives Matter

It would be hard to imagine someone who has not heard “Black Lives Matter”. BLM has become a trigger. Some hear a clarion call for justice. For others is is a mantra calling for revolution and anarchy. It is difficult to distinguish who is saying what in the chaos of protests.

Black Lives Matter, but I am reluctant to publicly proclaim it for fear of being misunderstood. Certainly I wouldn’t say “Black Lives Don’t Matter”, I don’t believe that. Struggling with that dilemma, my reflexive response is “All Lives Matter”(ALM).

By all indications, I’m in good company, ALM seems to be the overwhelming rebuttal to BLM. My perception is that ALM is mostly a “Christian” response. There is ample justification for Christians declaring ALM. After all, God is love and cares about every person. As Christians we’re commanded to love our neighbors, even our enemies. All lives matter is an unequivocal truth for Christians.

So, why are there visceral reactions to “All Lives Matter”by some Black Lives Matter” proponents’? Shouldn’t there be an appreciation for my love and compassion for everyone, which, of course, includes black people? Because I am who I am, It would be presumptuous to answer for BLM proponents.

In the course of wrestling with this dilemma, I thought of times in our previous church when a member would come to the front for prayer, in response to an invitation song. Often in deep distress because of tragic and/or unjust circumstances, baring their soul in despair. Standard protocol called for an elder to receive their lament and then share their story with the congregation, followed by a prayer on their behalf.

I painfully remember that on some occasions, their story being shared by an elder, followed by well intentioned words of encouragement that went something like:
“God loves us all and I want you know to how much you are loved by everyone here today. These are difficult times for you, but let me tell you, we’ve all had troubles and we survived and so will you. Let us pray.”

Thinking back to that scene, I now see her desperate need to know she mattered to God. Often in the midst of distress we perceive God to be absent, despite “don’t worry He will be with you” assurances.

“When he passes me, I cannot see him; when he goes by, I cannot perceive him.” Job 9:11 NIV

We believe God loves everyone but still struggle to believe He loves us. To paraphrase, our answer to “Do I matter to God?” , we said “All Lives Matter to God”. Hearing all lives matter was like a mother of five telling one injured child, “Don’t worry, you know how much I love all you kids”.

I doubt anyone believes the shepherd in Jesus’ parable of the lost sheep, did not love the nine-nine he left to find the one lost sheep.
Each of us need to know we matter, to know if we wander off, the shepard will come for us. The parable records celebration in heaven on the return of one lost sheep. I imagine a joyous celebration by the ninety-nine, not so much for the stupid sheep who got lost and was found, but for the shepherd, they knew would come for them if they were lost.

Declaring all lives matter to God, discounted her as God’s daughter and His particular concern for her. Her pain and circumstances were minimized as ordinary.

Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer.
Psalm 61:1

It is true “All lives matter to God’, but in the cacophony of grief, fear and doubt we are unable to hear.

“When everything is important, nothing is important”.

Thinking about that story is helpful in my struggle with BLM vis-a-vis ALM.
It prompted me to hear “Black Lives Matter” as a plea to be heard, not an indictment to be refuted. Not a demand, but a plea to listen.

Listening that produces understanding and shared humanity.
Listening which restrains the impulse to answer in protection and defense of my rightness.
Listening that refuses to minimize and diminish others’ pain.
Listening that affirms “All Lives Matter”

I am keenly aware of the risk that comes with suggesting listening as a response to “BLM”. It seems naive and simplistic. For my social justice friends, it sounds patronizing, “please tell us your story”, another way to void the hard work of addressing systemic injustice. My “All Lives Matter” friends will sigh with relief from angst about “What can I do?”, suddenly relieved by the novel idea of listening. Wrong on both counts.

I call us to to respond to “Back Lives Matter” with listening shaped by Jesus:

“Think of yourselves the way Christ Jesus thought of himself. He had equal status with God but didn’t think so much of himself that he had to cling to the advantages of that status no matter what. Not at all. When the time came, he set aside the privileges of deity and took on the status of a slave, became human! Having become human, he stayed human. It was an incredibly humbling process. He didn’t claim special privileges. Instead, he lived a selfless, obedient life and then died a selfless, obedient death—and the worst kind of death at that—a crucifixion.” Philippians? ?2:5-8? ?MSG??

Our listening posture is to be like Jesus …not thinking of ourselves, giving up any status or privilege, being human, selflessly accepting a humbling experience.

Bonhoeffer wrote concerning listening:
“Just as love for God begins with listening to his Word, so the beginning of love for the brethren is learning to listen to them. It is God’s love for us that he not only gives us his Word but also lends us his ear.
“Many people are looking for an ear that will listen. They do not find it among Christians, because these Christians are talking when they should be listening. But he who can n o longer listen to his brother will no longer be able to listen to God either; he will be doing nothing but prattle in the presence of God too. This is the beginning of the death of the spiritual life, and in the end there is nothing left but spiritual chatter and clerical condescension arrayed in pious words.”

If Jesus isn’t enough here are some words from secular friends:

A recent study published in the Journal of Experimental Social Psychology … studied the tension between Palestinians and Israelis, as well as Mexican immigrants and white Arizonians. 

What they found was that when individuals were given a chance to share their stories and experiences with people from the other side, it helped improve their attitude about the “opposing group.” This effect was even stronger when it was a member of the “disempowered group” being heard by someone from the “dominant group.”

Disempowered groups often feel like their voice isn’t being heard. They think their values and needs aren’t being considered, and this can fuel resentment toward the more dominant group, who often has more of a stronghold over public debate. 

However, when the dominant group makes an effort to hear things from another point-of-view, the disempowered group begins to feel that their values and needs are being listened to. This can be a great starting point for easing conflict and tension.

The power of being heard can be life-changing! It’s so important to us, and rightfully so. It feels amazing to open up to someone, and they ACTUALLY listen to us!  
https://heyitskristikay.com/the-power-of-being-heard-why-is-it-so-important/

Learning to Listen
It can be stated, with practically no qualification, that people in general do not know how to listen. They have ears that hear very well, but seldom have they acquired the necessary aural skills which would allow those ears to be used effectively for what is called listening.
https://hbr.org/1957/09/listening-to-people

There is no absence of resources to learn how to listen. The state of our society should create an urgency to learn to listen.
I believe Bonhoeffer gave the best reason to listen:

“…he who can n o longer listen to his brother will no longer be able to listen to God…”

Quarantine Reflections – Life Interrupted

I am in the process of reading “Scarred by Struggle, Transformed by Hope” by Joan Chittister. In chapter 8 writing about “When Life is Interrupted”, I found her thoughts particularly relevant and helpful. Perhaps you will also.

When life is interrupted

The great interruptions of life leave us completely disoriented. We become lost. The map of life changes overnight and our sense of direction and purpose goes with it. Life comes to a halt, takes on a new and indiscernible shape. Promise fails us and it is the loss of promise that dries in our throats. What was is no more and what is to come, if anything, is unclear. All the things we depended on to keep us safe, to show us the way, to give us a reason for going on, disappear.

I understand only two things in my helpless rage: that there must be enemies somewhere and that they have managed to destroy me though see them I can’t and know them I don’t.

I am left plunged in black loneliness, the life behind me a little thinner now, the life before me a little less welcoming. Through it all, I find myself blindfolded and spinning somewhere in an inner space I have never known before.

We find ourselves on a wet, grey slope of sliding clay, being towed under, being swallowed up and taken down, no towline to save us. Who has not known this helpless, sinking feeling? Who has not known the God of Absence? Who has not felt abandoned by God?

It is the moment of personal crucifixion in which we finally say out loud what we most fear: that there is no God, at least not here, not now. “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” becomes a personal cry. In the depths of pain, we suddenly find that this universe is, at base, a gross and teasing thing, purposeless, unguided, unwanted, uncared for. We doubt the God of losses. We doubt the notion of any God at all. We certainly doubt that God has anything real to do with us. If there is a God, it is a God who laughs at butterflies impaled on a board.

Sure of the absence of God, we actually become aware of the presence of God. It is the paradox of faith. It is the fortunate misadventure of life. By losing everything, we come to the realization that everything is far less than we think it is and far more than we ever dreamed it could be. In the end, everything is what cannot be taken away, what cannot be lost, what will not fail us in our hope. Everything is the nagging awareness that always there is more and that I already have it. I am reduced by misery to stop and look through the darkness to the light on the horizon that never changes.

Struggle is what forces us to attend to the greater things in life, to begin again when life is at its barest for us, to take the seeds of the past and give them new growth.

We fear darkness and we avoid it. Nothing chills the soul more than lightlessness. It threatens our confidence. It jeopardizes our sense of self-sufficiency. To be in new space, to be where we do not know the contours of the place, cannot see the exit sign, cannot control the environment shakes us to our roots. We become pawns in the hands of the great unknown. And then, just then, we begin to believe in God in a whole new way. Darkness is the call to faith.

Quarantine Reflections – Love Thy Neighbor

“…an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”
“What is written in the Law?” he replied. “How do you read it?”
He answered, “?‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ ” Luke? ?10:25-27 NIV
Jesus acknowledged the expert answered correctly.

“LoveThy Neighbor” is a big deal for me and, I think, for most Christians. That was true for the people of Israel in the Bible. My perception is, “Love thy Neighbor” is a mantra many Christians choose to characterize their faith. More importantly, unbelievers expect Christ followers to “Love thy Neighbor”.

Rightly or wrongly, loving my neighbor is a convenient bar against which I measure the validity of my and other’s faith. Somewhere along the way I heard you can’t love God and not love others. As a result, guidance in my daily life is largely shaped by “love your neighbor”.

No surprise, a recent blog post triggered thoughts on “Love thy Neighbor”. The coronavirus had already heightened my awareness of the need to love our neighbor. Now, the tragic and senseless murder of George Floyd, igniting protests across our country, has magnified “Love thy Neighbor”, and begs an answer to “Who is my neighbor?”

Pondering our current situation, the parable of the Good Samaritan (Luke 10:25-37) came to mind immediately. After re-reading the passage several times, I decided it might be helpful to imagine myself into the company of Jesus when he told that story.
The following are what I imagine my thoughts might have been as I sat in the audience listening to Jesus.

…a religion scholar stood up with a question to test Jesus. “Teacher, what do I need to do to get eternal life?”

I’m glad that guy asked that question. I was just about to share my pamphlet, “What must I do to be saved”, with Jesus, he might find it helpful dealing with seminarians like that guy, who thinks he has all the answers.

Jesus answered, “What’s written in God’s Law? How do you interpret it?”

Wow, that’s Jesus, I couldn’t have said it better.

The seminarian answers, “That you love the Lord your God with all your passion and prayer and muscle and intelligence-and that you love your neighbor as well as you do yourself.”
“Good answer!” said Jesus. “Do it and you’ll live.”


Didn’t see that coming! Jesus could definitely use my pamphlet. He really needs to put some meat on the bones of “Love the Lord your God…” . Maybe the know-it-all will test him further. After all, what good would a “What must I do to be saved?” pamphlet be that just says “…love the Lord your God with all your passion and prayer and muscle and intelligence-and that you love your neighbor as well as you do yourself.”?

Looking for a loophole, the seminarian asked, “And just how would you define ‘neighbor’?”

What a wimp! Instead of addressing the obvious, know-it-all wants to talk about who his neighbor is. He’s teed up, let him have it Jesus. I bet Jesus will tell a story like he usually does.

Jesus answered by telling a story.
“There was once a man traveling from Jerusalem to Jericho. On the way he was attacked by robbers. They took his clothes, beat him up, and went off leaving him half-dead. Luckily, a priest was on his way down the same road, but when he saw him he angled across to the other side. Then a Levite religious man showed up; he also avoided the injured man.


Can you believe those religious guys ignored that poor guy? What were they thinking? The least they could have done was call 911. They probably didn’t want to get involved. Besides they had responsibilities. Defining who is my neighbor is really a no-brainer. Where is Jesus headed with this? Surely he’ll get to the 1st commandment. I’m disappointed he’s wasting an opportunity to elaborate on loving God with a story about loving your neighbor.

Jesus continued: “A Samaritan traveling the road came on him. When he saw the man’s condition, his heart went out to him. He gave him first aid, disinfecting and bandaging his wounds. Then he lifted him onto his donkey, led him to an inn, and made him comfortable. In the morning he took out two silver coins and gave them to the innkeeper, saying, ‘Take good care of him. If it costs any more, put it on my bill-I’ll pay you on my way back.’

What’s going on? Jesus is doubling down on the guy in the ditch? I got it, Jesus!, he’s a neighbor. I’ve have to admit,the Samaritan is a nice twist to the story. We can learn a lot from good hearted people like him. Jesus sure put that priest and Levite to shame. I really think it would have been better story if the priest or Levite had taken care of the guy. At a minimum, they would have given him a “What must I do to be saved?” pamphlet.There must be more to the story. Know-it-all looks as perplexed as I am.

Jesus speaks to know-it-all, “What do you think? Which of the three became a neighbor to the man attacked by robbers?”
“The one who treated him kindly,” know-it-all replies.
“Go and do the same.” Jesus says.


Isn’t that just like Jesus? You ask him to define who is my neighbor and he flips it to, “what does it mean to be a neighbor?” Jesus should run for office. Maybe I can catch him after we break up and give him a copy of my pamphlet?


“You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.”
Matt 5:43-48

Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another, for whoever loves others has fulfilled the law. The commandments, “You shall not commit adultery,” “You shall not murder,” “You shall not steal,” “You shall not covet,” and whatever other command there may be, are summed up in this one command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.” Love does no harm to a neighbor. Therefore love is the fulfillment of the law. Romans 13.8-10

For the entire law is fulfilled in keeping this one command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.”Galatians 5.14


a story from Mac:
A few weeks ago I was doing a community clean up in my neighborhood. I rode to the sign-in area with a neighbor, who was also the block captain. His SUV had a giant “Jesus Saves, Obama Spends” sticker on the window. When I got in the car, I had to move the enormous bible off the seat to make room. Clearly they were “gawd fearin’ Christians”.

Halfway through the clean up I approached a leaf-covered yard that others seemed to be skipping. I started to rake and the block captain ran up to me, pulled me aside and started speaking in a hushed voice.”We’re not doing that yard,” he said.

Why?”

“Because when my wife went looking for volunteers, he said he didn’t want to participate in ‘this crap’.”

“So?”

“So he isn’t getting his yard raked by us.”

I took a look down the street, at all the nicely raked lawns, and then at my neighbors truck, with the obnoxious window decal.

“You know what,” I said, “I’ll rake the yard, and if he wants to yell at someone for doing it, he can yell at me. His house is still part of the neighborhood.”

My neighbor, with his huge bible, bumper sticker and absurd blow-up nativity scene shook his head and left me to rake the yard alone.

(borrowed from Experimental Theology)