Sunday, March 2, 2014

Questions for Heaven

Father, when you used to
    Meet Adam in the garden
    For an evening walk,  how much
    Did you miss him when he left?

Father, when you looked down
     And saw
     Only one family left
     Who remembered you,
     Was it your tears that covered the earth?

I can see you now: rushing the remnant
     Onto the ark, holding back
     Just long enough
     To get the door
     Closed.

      And then you wail.
      And everything
      Dies.

Father, did a sob
     Catch in your throat
     As you stayed the hand
     Of Abraham, knowing
     That someday
     What he was just spared
     You would not be?

Father, sometime I wonder
    Sometimes I just wonder
    Sometimes I just cry and I just wonder

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

I Was Both Amazed and Left Stunned and Speechless By What Happened Next.

"You won't believe what happened next."

I just about hate those words now. Scanning through my Facebook feed, I almost lost count of how many times they popped up.

At what point did the internet decide collectively to begin to use this formula centering around the three words "what happened next"? The formula consist of a) a situation introduced ("This mom surprised her high schooler at lunch"), b) a "power adjective" (stunned, speechless, amazed, etc) and c) "what happened next." I'm sure you've seen it.

It evokes a visceral reaction in me, and since I've noted its arrival, it has guaranteed that, no matter how intriguing the subject material is, I WILL NOT CLICK ANY LINK WHICH INCLUDES THIS VERBIAGE. I just won't.

It's probably my issue. I have a deep-seated fear of being manipulated, and I think I may react strongly to anything I see as a possible attempt to coerce me into a certain action, no matter how innocuous it might be. But really, my objection is that it's simply a cheap way out. If one can't think of a creative way to hook people in to watch a video or peruse a link, one can fall back on a formula which (assuming from its over-usage) has success.

I admit, I feel a pull on my curiosity when I see the words. Who doesn't want to know what happened next? Isn't that why TV season finales always end on cliffhangers? The power of curiosity and the desire for closure and resolution is so strong. But it's that very pull on my curiosity that makes me despise the words. I despise my own reaction to them, wishing that my natural desire to know "what happened next" could be curbed. I hate being manipulated. Don't trick me into watching your cat video by tempting me to find resolution. I was happy without knowing "what happened next" five minutes ago; I will be happy not knowing "what happened next" five minutes from now.

There's my curmudgeony moment of the day.


 

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Fight



Madness sets in like
         Doubt
Like, you can't
        Know
        Anything
is true because, who are you just you're just a little
        so-and-so and who do you think you are to think
        you can tell you what's what

And the funny thing
        Is
you start to believe it firmly.

But madness gotta be
          Fought,
Gotta fight it, gotta tell it where to go and where to get off, I got Truth on my side, you old so-and-so so you
 Better, that's right, you better run

Gotta go to Jesus, man - go to Jesus, He got, yeah He got the Truth:
          Tell the madness what's what
And that
You can KNOW
(Are you LISTENING? Can you HEAR ME?)
You can KNOW!

freedom. love. family. forgiveness. honor. respect. love. grace. love. grace. love.

and the end
of
madness.


I'm not sure where this came from. I started writing and this is what came out. I haven't changed a single word to it, so you can take that for whatever it's worth. I can give no real commentary on it other than it came from thinking about the problem of wallowing in guilt and isolation, a place I would find myself in frequently if I did not embrace the denouement of the piece. I'm not sure why I feel prompted to offer commentary on the piece, either, since I wrote it with no real intent in mind other than to see what came out. Still, here the commentary is, and I suppose it shall remain. 

Let's try this again.

It's a new year, right? A new year, a time for trying to form new habits (or re-form old ones that you let die).

I'm a writer - at least, I've always called myself one. But it's hard to keep believing it when I cease to write. When I let my pens and pencils die in obscurity. When my notebooks languish from want of use. When I have to blow layer after layer of dust off my blog before I can see the screen to write this post.

Most of the writing I do these days is out of duty rather than delight, when I'm writing to supporters to communicate about work and life here on the Rez. There are times - quite often, even -when these two hemispheres of the Venn diagram overlap, and duty and delight squeal with glee when they meet. I love those moments when I feel like I'm clearly communicating the passion and joy I find in the work I do here in a creative way. I get a lot of satisfaction out of that.

But there's the part of my writer-soul that's weak with hunger from neglect, rocking in the corner of my mind, having ceased about a year ago asking to be fed. It's that part that likes to write poetry and make up stories and imagine that magic is real, and just write about whatever it wants. I'm gonna start feeding it again this year. Maybe it'll be fat in 2015.


Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Because I Don't Know What Else to Do: Thoughts on the SGM Lawsuit

While this is out of character for me to write about, and to publicly come out on one side of this issue, I can't be silent on this. Too many people already have.

You may have heard about the lawsuit (recently tossed out due to statue of limitations) against Sovereign Grace Ministries, alleging a conspiracy to cover up multiple incidences of child sexual abuse by pressuring families not to report abuse. 

I can't stop thinking about it, for many reasons. 

One reason: The details of the kinds of abuse that occurred are horrific. At least eleven people came forward with stories that I wish I could forget. If you know anything about child sexual abuse, it’s that allegations of abuse are rarely false. In so many of these instances, church leaders were made aware of the abuse that was happening by either other church members or people in ministry roles, and their response was to defend the victim and push for reconciliation over and against alerting authorities.

This was not one church within the Sovereign Grace network. This happened in at least two locations, and the charges in the civil suit were aiming to prove that there had been an orchestrated effort on the part of the leadership to keep the abuse under wraps and out of the hands authorities.

A second reason: C.J. Mahaney is a well-respected and influential leader in Reformed circles, one of the founders of Sovereign Grace Ministries and its long-time president, one of the “4” in T4G (Together for the Gospel, the quartet of Mark Dever, Al Mohler, Ligon Duncan, and Mahaney), and a council member on The Gospel Coalition, an organization composed of almost all influential Reformed folks (John Piper, Tim Keller, the T4G boys, Justin Taylor, Kevin DeYoung, D.A. Carson, Matt Chandler, and many more). The lawsuit included many instances of abuse that happened at the church of which he was senior pastor, some of them under his watch. He was named as one of the men allegedly covering up abuse.

Now, in 2011, CJ took a leave of absence from his position at Sovereign Grace Ministries, in order to examine his heart over several charges leveled at him by others in leadership. These charges were perhaps not directly related to the abuse cover-up, but it wasn’t long after that the lawsuit was filed, and it isn’t hard to link the two eventsIn a post on The Gospel Coalition website titled “Why I’m Taking a Leave of Absence,” CJ explains that, while the charges aren’t immoral in nature, they are serious, and he was leaving to go under the care of his friend Mark Dever while examining his heart, etc.  A statement put out last week by Dever, Mohler, and Duncan seems to echo the language of this 2011 article:  

A Christian leader, charged with any credible, serious, and direct wrongdoing, would usually be well advised to step down from public ministry. No such accusation of direct wrongdoing was ever made against C. J. Mahaney. Instead, he was charged with founding a ministry and for teaching doctrines and principles that are held to be true by vast millions of American evangelicals. For this reason, we, along with many others, refused to step away from C. J. in any way. We do not regret that decision.

I read that and felt my blood boil. Were I a victim of abuse, or a family member of a victim, I would feel betrayed not just by one church organization, but by the church at large, whose leaders have chosen to minimize the seriousness of the charges and spin the truth to protect a single leader. Add to that the fact that it’s simply not true. Mahaney was charged with aiding in the cover-up of abuse happening in his church and the network of which he was the head, not with simply being the leader of the network where the abuse happened.

Later, The Gospel Coalition website posted another response composed by Justin Taylor, Don Carson, and Kevin DeYoung, “Why We Have BeenSilent About the SGM Lawsuit.” This one was equally troubling; though the language was somewhat more sensitive to victims and those with reasonable questions, the aim of it seemed to be to discredit the victims and those who brought the suit and to defend the actions of those around Mahaney and SGM who have not spoken up about this.

This is an example:

So the entire legal strategy was dependent on a theory of conspiracy that was more hearsay than anything like reasonable demonstration of culpability. As to the specific matter of C. J. participating in some massive cover-up, the legal evidence was so paltry (more like non-existent) that the judge did not think a trial was even warranted.

Simply not true. The reason the judge decided to throw out the suit was because the statute of limitations had passed for civil complaint for many of the plaintiffs named in the suit. The plaintiff’s attorney was hoping that the judge would consider a charge of a conspiracy to cover up the abuse would be enough for the judge to consider bringing the case to trial anyway, but the judge decided against that. Not because of lack of evidence being “so paltry,” but because of the statute of limitations.
And that’s a huge deal. Because it means that, since this won’t go to trial, the pattern of behavior in these churches may continue. It also means that the leadership of the reformed community in America can feel justified in standing by Mahaney and SGM, claiming their innocence because the judge threw out the case against them.

A third reason this weighs on me: I am Reformed. I’m a member in a Presbyterian church, and I’m part of a Presbyterian church-planting ministry. These people are my people. I’ve watched and listened some of the sessions of the Together for the Gospel conference and gained a lot from them; I’ve respected these men for their solid biblical teaching and for their reputation for integrity in leadership. So it grieves me to my soul that they are so far off in how they are handling this. It grieves me that C.J. Mahaney has not simply come out and said, “ I did wrong; this happened on my watch. I can’t fix what happened, but I can make sure I do whatever I can so that it never happens again.” Instead he’s done the opposite, running and hiding from it and having his powerful friends run interference for him. He stepped down several months ago from leadership at SGM to become senior pastor at a church in Louisville. He’s gotten around coming clean about his culpability by retreating, rather than owning up and asking the church community how he can begin to work toward restoration.

And Dever, Mohler, Duncan, Carson, Taylor, and DeYoung have publicly sided with him, each one of them going on record as saying that Mahaney is above reproach in the whole thing.
I know there’s the possibility for Mahaney’s innocence. It’s a possibility, but it’s fairly unlikely. I have (regrettably) read many of the details of the case, and the close ties many of these instances of abuse have to Mahaney (close associates and men in ministry roles accused of abuse, cases of abuse being handled inappropriately by the leadership of the church while he was senior pastor, etc.) would make it next to impossible for me to believe that a) he had no knowledge of abuse happening in his church (and network of churches) on his watch, and b) he had no influence on how the leadership structure handled their approach to abuse victims and victimizers.

The reformed leadership – these celebrity-like figures within the landscape of Christianity in America – has a lot to answer for in these circumstances. I almost wish they had remained silent, because when they spoke up, they made things a whole lot worse. What they did was the collective equivalent of telling the abuse victims what happened is their problem.

And a fourth reason this bothers me: the Church is called to look out for the widows and the orphans. We are to look out for and speak out for the oppressed and the powerless, to defend and give voice to those who have none. We are told that the Kingdom is made up of children and the child-like.
These men have done the opposite. They have acted to silence those who have been oppressed; they have prioritized defending the powerful against the powerless children who were abused on his watch. They have publicly spoken out in such a way as to dismiss their plight. They have failed to do what they are called to do as Christians.

So where does that leave us? It leaves us all in the hands of a sovereign God whose grace covers over all sins. I pray that these men repent of what they are doing; they are hurting the church at large by shielding Mahaney. I pray that Mahaney repents, that God pursues him as only He can until he can’t resist any more. I pray that, even if nothing changes with the men who lead reformed America, the victims experience the healing that only Jesus offers. And I pray that other believers speak out against this cover-up, that pressure is put on these leaders to repent of their actions. 

May God have mercy on us all.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

A Tree on a Foggy Winter Day



Its many limbs
Finger the cold sky, rising
Out of the mist on my approach
Till, sharp,
They stand like dancers frozen in a pose,
Arms lifted
In praise of the sun's
Fog-filtered orb - a cold
Ball of silent fury.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Resurrection

It's time to bring it back.

I've been absent from this blog for over a year, and while I've maintained a ministry-focused blog, there's something about the freedom I've had in publishing here that I've missed. I miss the discipline of writing essays and poetry about whatever strikes my fancy, and putting it up for the few who stumble upon it to enjoy or vilify. I've missed being a writer, in other words.

And rather than simply post an announcement that I'm resurrecting a dead blog, some thoughts on resurrection:

The movie Batman Begins centers around the quote recited by multiple characters: "Why do we fall?" "So we can learn to get back up."

Most of the time we think of failures as moments to reject, to throw out onto a scrap heap somewhere and hope the trash collector comes early. We try not to dwell on them, we try our best not to let them weigh on us, and we move on. We'd rather not examine too deeply whether the failure was a result of deficiency within ourselves, or a result of circumstances we can't control. We'd just like to pretend it didn't happen. So we'll file it away, and avoid circumstances as much as we can that might put us in a position to experience the same kind of failure. We don't expose ourselves naturally to situations in which we might fail.

What I'm saying in all this is, resurrection's a miracle any way you cut it.

Let's look at the big example: the dead coming to life. Dead things stay dead - that's the rule by which nature operates, and any of us are hard-pressed to find exceptions to that rule. Death, as much as we resist believing and saying so, and as unsettled by it as we are, is the normal experience. Everything dies, and new life replaces the former. What dies does not revive. Every once in awhile we'll witness resuscitation, where that which was almost dead is restored to health, but this is not resurrection. A man whose lungs are filled with water may be in danger of dying - seconds away, perhaps - but as long as the water is expelled, the man will be fine. He can be resuscitated. The dead cannot. The dead are dead.

But resurrection restores life to what is dead, no matter what died. Resurrection belongs to the divine. Resuscitation is what the mortals do.

We can resuscitate dreams: ones that are wheezing on the scrap heap, clawing for air. We can breathe new life into their lungs and rescue them from death. But when a thing is dead, it takes an act of God to resurrect it.

"Why do we fall?" And what happens if we fall so hard we die? What happens when the Fall kills all of us?

Resurrection.

There's a God who walks among the body-riddled scrap heap of this world, who picks up the broken, lifeless souls and gives them His life, binds their wounds, clothes them with festal garments, and sets them on a path they wouldn't have dared to dream about. Whether we know it or not, we're all dead inside without Him. We need resurrection power from the fall we've suffered - we are broken unto death.

We can't learn to get back up. We are down for the count, because before the count stopped, we stopped breathing. And until we can recognize that, we can't go anywhere. A dead man can't resurrect himself. And a dead dream - for peace, for love, for fulfillment - can't be restored either.

But this universe is ruled by a God who love to restore. He is making All Things New. He is resurrecting men and their dreams alike. He has defeated Death, and will soon vanquish it forever so that it will be nothing but a distant memory.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

"Extraordinary Means"

"If we cannot get sinners to Jesus by ordinary means, we must use extraordinary ones. It seems ... that roof tiles had to be removed. That would create dust and cause a measure of danger to those below, but where the case is very urgent, we must be prepared to run some risks and shock some people." --Spurgeon's Morning and Evening, on the paralyzed man lowered from the roof to Jesus
Why is it we do not go to the "extraordinary means" to reach others with the gospel of grace? These friends of the paralyzed man cared so much about giving their friend the opportunity to be healed that they risked displeasing the owner of this house to be able to get the man to Jesus. They counted the cost of paying for a new roof, of upsetting the crowd inside, and decided that it was worth it if their friend could be healed.

What do we do? When we meet or interact with someone who may be lost, do we do whatever it takes to make sure they have heard the gospel? Or seen the love of Christ through our interactions with them? What ridiculously difficult thing are we willing to do to make sure our neighbor or coworker knows that we love them as Christ did. The man who was paralyzed knew the love of Christ before even seeing Him, through the love of his friends who took matters into their hands. What can we do to make that kind of whatever-it-takes love known to the people we interact with? Are we willing to go to the disagreeable neighbor for the fifth time to ask them to turn their music down, and oh, would you like a cookie we just pulled out of the oven? And would you like to come over for dinner? Or do we call the cops and walk by with our head down so we don't have to look them in the eye? (Guess which route I took.)

We are called to a radical, roof-demolishing love of our neighbors. God wishes us to chase down souls, to knock down walls with His love. I pray He fills me continually with the love I need to be able to do this.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Quake

A sudden quake may strike:
Your innards quiver
Turmoil stirs
Your heart may beat
A little
Quicker

And breath may be
Short, shallow

And you - you are weak,
An unanchored mass
Of tectonic uncertainty
Who shifts with the slightest
Change in pressure

Hold: firm. There is One
Whose presence is like
Concrete. He knits
Together
That which shifts, and binds
That which shakes.

Let quaking cease. The One
Holds all.

Reflection

Do not let the gentle
Waves break unheeded
On your heart's shore

Take the time to note
The wake they leave,
The swirling foam's impression
On the sand

And bits of broken
Shells, the detritus
Of eons of the sea's cycle

Washing warm, over your
Tender soul