Friday, December 14, 2012

When is not O.K. not O.K.?



“Thus says the LORD:
Stand at the crossroads, and look,
and ask for the ancient paths, where the good way lies; and walk in it,
and find rest for your souls.”  Jeremiah 6:16  

This week the war has continued – no, not the war on Christmas, no, not the war on Terrorism in foreign lands, but the war on children. Twice in a week young American men have donned legal battle gear and attacked innocent, tender women, children and families.

Once.

A young man wandered into Clackamas Town Center, right here in Oregon and squeezed off 60 rounds and two lives before shooting himself, and just today at least one shooter has entered an elementary school in Connecticut, murdering eighteen children and almost as many adults.

Twice.

Young men did this. Young men from middle-class homes. Not hardened, organized crime. Not international terrorists. It may be true that “criminals will always have weapons,” but it is not true that bummed-out young men next door will always have battle weapons.
These are not hardened criminals, friends, but young men with guns designed for warfare, legal for sale at a gun shop, gun show or friend’s house near you.

What if Mary was volunteering in young Jesus’s classroom in that school?


What if?

We stand at a crossroads. If you read on in the book of Jeremiah you will find that God’s people have a habit of not asking for the ancient paths, the good ways; of not finding rest for their souls.
Must this continue?

I don’t want a third time, please.


How shall we respond?

Oh, let's just not. . . 


Saturday, July 21, 2012

American Tragedy



“The shooter wore a ballistic helmet, ballistic vest, ballistic leggings, a throat protector, a groin protector, gloves and a gas mask, all black. Police say the gunman killed at least 12 people and left 58 others injured, many critically with gunshot wounds, before surrendering meekly when police confronted him at his car behind the theater.” http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/nationworld/2018737426_shootingsuspect21.html


We choose this.

The man dyed his hair red in an attempt to impersonate “the Joker” and gunned down a crowded movie theater with weapons designed to kill humans. These weapons were purchased legally in Colorado in the weeks before his terrorist event.

We choose this.

Though we may (we must!) legitimately argue that the young man made a poor choice –  an illegal choice, we must also acknowledge that the young Mr. Holmes utilized his assault weapons according to their engineered purpose. He terminated crowds of humans with them.

We choose this.

In the name of “Freedom” – of speech and of the right to bear arms, we fiercely choose to enable Mr. Holmes and others like him to exercise their freedom on us.

Freedom of speech enables a withering desensitization of the media-attached mind through perpetual cinema violence in which thousands of murders and attempted murders occur before the eyes of developing teen-age minds on television and movies. The developing teen-age mind crystallizes these scenes into part of the framework through which the young man will solve his own frustrations and conflicts. Lethal violence becomes a familiar, comfortable option for human interaction. 

Add to cinema violence the interactive, first-hand combat practice in many of today’s video games and the already crystallized framework of ethically muted violence in the aforesaid developing mind gains split-second, real-time kinesthetic refinement. If your home is not unusual, mass murder is practiced and polished on your son’s X-Box  as often as he plays. Watch him.

We choose this.

Violent scenes on-screen shape our “story” of how life works. Violent scenes we practice with the latest technologies quicken our practice of this story. Add an Ipod full of angry lyrics to bridge the “down time” between screens and we create an almost seamless virtual “boot camp” for annoyed, American domestic terrorism.

We choose this.

Freedom to bear arms enables both the safety-conscious elk hunter and the desensitized, carefully practiced, internally hemorrhaging angry young man to make purchases at a Colorado gun shop. The careful elk hunter purchases a rifle designed to kill an elk with a single shot and feed his family for a year. The angry young terrorist purchases a handgun, shotgun and assault rifle designed to kill and wound a crowd of humans with hundreds of rounds of ammunition. The elk hunter goes elk hunting; the human hunter goes human hunting.

We choose this.

Through a toxic cocktail of media school, video game boot camp and weapons availability we functionally endorse the mass murder events that keep splashing our neighbor’s lives across headlines- and it is very profitable.

This cycle of violence profits the movie industry, the television industry, the video game industry and the weapons industry on it’s first turn; then profits the American news media as the violent stories unfold, along with American health care, pharmaceutical and insurance companies, who all subsequently participate. Violence generates volume and sales across multiple industries in our capitalist system. Make no mistake, mass violence is very profitable for strong sectors of the American economy.
It’s just not profitable for you and me.

We choose this.

In the name of “Freedom,” we choose this way of living. But other first world, civilized nations with “Freedom” have different outcomes. Northern Europe and Canada do not suffer the same “American” regularity of lethal violence that we have come to expect here at home. Perhaps it’s time we wonder why this is true? I suggest one significant factor: Other civilized, “free” nations issue assault weapons and handguns. They do not sell them. But there is a significant catch: they issue these weapons to accountable and carefully trained active duty assault troops, not to untrained, unaccountable civilians.

Young men in these nations are equally prone to violent behavior as our fine young Americans, but they do so with less lethal tools and subsequently inflict far less damage.

I am familiar with a response many will raise to my proposal, that “Guns don’t kill people, people kill people.” This is very true. I am acquainted with the counter arguments: that a properly armed public can repel such an attacker, and that if we properly attend to the moral character development of Americans, Americans won’t shoot one another.

These popular arguments are untenable in 2012.  Dressed as Mr. Holmes was in a full suit of body armor, gas mask and bearing multiple assault weapons, only a similarly dressed and weapons-packing combat vigilante would have much effect on his assault, and only after he paused to reload his assault rifle. Who wants to live in a world where body armor is fashionable attire at public events? Not me. There is no freedom here.
Secondly, moral character development has been the traditional domain of family and church; and both institutions have dramatically lost favor with mainstream America since 1960. We can no more ask family and church to correct fallen ethics than we can ask our local 4-H equestrian teams to attend to our public transportation woes; America does not ride horses anymore. Furthermore, recent research shows that church affiliation & attendance does not statistically affect individual moral choices. I other words, “good Christian” (insert your favorite religion here) is a misnomer. Do we shift this duty to the public schools? Perhaps moral character development is already there…

So to summarize: putting concealed weapons and body armor on movie-goers won’t work, and we can’t preach Mr. Holmes out of his propensity to kill volumes of us.

Our other option is to address his unhappiness.  Apparently the young man was well educated, from a nice, healthy and church-going family, out of work and out of friends.
This scene deeply frightens me, because Mr. Holmes is not an isolated demographic. Our country is swelling with young men just like him – from your and my pleasant but not perfect little families. He has a hard time making friends, he’s frustrated and he’s in his mid-twenties – full of testosterone. Because he’s well educated and from a family of resources, he knows how to think and plan, coordinate and organize. In short, he can be as dangerous as he is otherwise productive.

So add “depressed, resourceful and well educated” to the violence cocktail of media school, video game boot camp and weapons availability.

How do we address his hopelessness – when it is fueled equally by a very real national economic recession and a very false, media generated heroic story of potential grandeur and immediate success that has been crystallized into his personal story? This hopelessness will create fireworks because it has been trained to expect instant gratification corresponding to instant input. Fail! He expects an immediate change when he engages his life situation proactively, and when immediate gratification doesn’t happen, he sub-consciously activates his frustration sequences: shoot.. shoot.. shoot.

Though young men across human history have been idealistic, hormone driven, resourceful and frustrated, the easy and systemic de-sensitization to violence that our young men are raised in today is new to American culture, and is particularly strong among the poverty classes. We cannot pretend any longer that what we thought worked in the 20th century will work today.

Two dramatic civil actions are necessary if we freedom-loving Americans desire a different future:
  1. We need to take pre-emptive action on lethal resources. Weapons designed to hunt humans belong among law enforcement professionals and in National Guard armories where our founding fathers intended them to be stored – registered to the active militiamen who either own them or to whom they are issued.
  2. We need to take pre-emptive action on the multi-media boot-camp that feeds and hones violence. Media scenes and games that depend on violence need to be re-rated “X” and sold or viewed at “Adult Only” establishments.

Both actions will face significant resistance from our fellow Americans who benefit and profit from the current state of “Freedom.”

In harmony with these two immediate civil actions, we must intentionally begin to re-knit the complex and ancient safety net of resilient human relationship and attachment that has unraveled in our proud new, modern, isolationist, podcast, individual–choice society


Here is how we address hopelessness: We must come to know in our bones that we are not alone, not friendless, not hopeless, not isolated in destructive crazy-talk- but this knowing can only follow real, redemptive relationships and inter-dependent community life. 

How will we re-knit the net? How will you?

I, for one, am tired of watching this recurring cultural car wreck, and I’m done straightening our bent bumpers and pretending it will never happen again. No! Let’s change the way we drive!

We choose our America. What will you choose?



Saturday, April 7, 2012

Surrogate kids

…She didn’t know whether her husband of over sixty years was
ever coming home again – and he hasn’t left her.
There’s the punch line.Want the joke?

The joke is American independence. Let me tell a story.

Mr.and Mrs. met during the war – you know, the one that would end all wars for the second time, World War two. He was in the service and she served her country doing office work. After the war they moved from the mid-west to the Columbia Gorge to build dams, aluminum plants, schools and towns. She continued to do office work.

Now they are long retired, nearing 90 years old. They have been happily married all this time, and she doesn’t drive confidently because she never needed to. She doesn’t pay bills because she never needed to. She doesn’t make decisions because she never needed to. And he’s slowly dying.

I mentioned that they left their home states & families seventy years ago. They left humming the American dream, because that is what you did. And they made a home in Oregon. Their kids followed their parent’s lead, and now they live thousands of miles away too - nowhere near their parents. It’s what we do.

Money makes it all work: As long as we have money, we can afford the recreation to entertain us. As long as we have money we can afford the computers and cell phones to connect us. As long as we have money we can afford the assisted living we’ll need because our kids won’t have us (nor us them)…

As long as we have money, the God-given freedom we’d die to protect is ours to spend and enjoy.

As long as we have money. . . right?

We neglect one key factor: aging. Money won't stop aging. Uh oh...

Now he is too sick for her to care for, so he’s in a nursing home. And nursing homes differ from prisons in a few significant ways:
  • You check yourself in
  • Windows have nice views
  • Staff is genuinely caring
  • You pay the bills,
  • Visitors are allowed to come right in and touch you.

Those points aside, you lose nearly all the same freedoms whether in prison or a nursing home, even if you have the money. Money won’t buy back what assisted living takes.

Now he can’t answer the phone (because there isn't one in his room) and she can’t get to him, and neither fully understands what’s really happening. Furthermore, she can’t understand how to work a cell phone, and doesn’t understand how to keep it with her in case a doctor calls. So life is foggy and confusing... and expensive!

What’s missing? Not insurance; not healthcare, not money, not love. What’s missing is their kids: us- listening, advocating, guiding and deciding.

They taught us to set our sights high, to work hard and do what
we love! We listened, and now we’re too far away to be the family they need;

So Mr. and Mrs. need surrogate kids in their towns who will love them and take the time to play cribbage, share stories and make sense out of their care. Not just here in Oregon, but wherever Americans have lived this short-sighted and expensive dream of independence and disconnection. Your parents need surrogate kids and so do mine. It seems that we have a choice: we can either toss the dream and move home like responsible humans or we can do something entirely new and adopt one another’s parents.

Do what?

Money won’t solve this. It’s a family issue.

So, how’s the family?


-PC

BTW, I have a strong suspicion that local congregations just might be uniquely postured to adopt this role..

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Shameless Promotions Dept. invites you!

“..and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” –The Bible, Luke 2

Friends in faith,

I write today to invite you and ‘yours to Christmas Eve services (on December 24th).

Services are at 6:00pm and 10:00pm. The BIG one is at 6:00pm – with handbell choirs, vocal choirs and lots of people. The smaller one is at 10:00pm. Both services sing stunningly beautiful carols by candlelight and share the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, born into a world with no room.

No room. We will fill a gorgeous church full of people, all gathered to celebrate Jesus being born in a barn because there was no room for him elsewhere. No room. Do you know what it is to be unwelcome? Jesus did, from the very beginning; no room for him. Maybe you know people who feel like there is no room for them- especially in church. Maybe they haven’t been with a church that welcomes “their kind,” not yet.

Please print this letter for them and point to the next paragraph:

We have room for you! Please come join us on Christmas Eve to celebrate Jesus being born on the outside of popular culture in order to welcome, teach, include and save every kind of you and me, no matter what! Please come and feel welcome to sing beautifully or badly- or not sing at all. Come and feel invited to Holy Communion even if you have never felt welcome before. Come and hold a candle and feel the warm wax. Come if you've got issues and you don't want to talk about it.. or maybe you do (!) Come and be welcome to wonder and enter a community of faith that asks really honest, really hard questions. Come and spend part of Christmas Eve with some not-entirely- perfect people who practice faith with roots deep enough to matter. Welcome!

Lots of churches today act more like the innkeeper in Luke 2 who couldn’t find room for Mary & Joseph. They specialize in helping people feel unwelcome who aren’t exactly their type, or who didn’t get it together soon enough to show up on time. We are sorry.

Our church is more like the barn. We welcome all kinds of animals: early and late, pregnant and not, married or not- (you name your fit..) to welcome and follow Jesus in our midst. Come rejoice with us!

Please give this letter away. (You can always print another anytime you need one.) Giving things away is very Christmas-like, it all begins with God giving Jesus to us in a barn. So give the letter away and keep an eye on your barn.

Merry Christmas, see you soon!

-Pastor Chris

Thursday, March 31, 2011

As I was busy painting a stage backdrop for my daughter's elementary play, surrounded by a cloud of busy noise, whisking paintbrushes and seventy kids with their parents all equally and delightfully engaged in the same task, my phone rang.

"Are you the pastor at Zion Lutheran Church?" asked a woman.

"yes."

"I need to feed my kids."

Suddenly I was no longer painting a scene of stars and planets, space and comets.

Time stood still, along with my heart. There are many "human" things I see often enough as a pastor that I have learned to weather them comfortably - but terrified mothers with hungry children always stop everything around me. And so it was.

"I need to feed my kids."

Then her story began infecting mine, like a virus you have felt before and know you cannot escape but must bear carefully. . . and some stories don't infect at all - when they do not resonate with my truth, or when they aren't for me to address - but other stories are
too true
too close
too real
and they become mine.

Perhaps you have heard one or two of these? So it was.

In one moment the stars and the comets were not relevant.
Can you be interrupted?


Sunday, March 27, 2011

Busy-ness has a cost.



Since my last post (months ago) my congregation has added a four-stop, three floor elevator to serve the mobility needs of those we prefer not to notice.

You know the type: the people who can't play soccer anymore, who don't eat with chop-sticks because their arthritis is too severe; who navigate life with only peripheral vision; who's parents push them through doors in wheeled-conveyances instead of holding their hands; who stumble along behind walkers, or poke the world with their canes. Them.

God knows we love them!

We added an elevator at enormous expense, and it was perfectly extravagant. After all, when the building was designed fifty years ago and the congregation was young and frisky and we couldn't imagine needing such a thing!

But today..

We added an elevator, and along the way I have met electricians, carpenters, engineers, sheet metal workers, general contractors, roofers, drywallers, painters and cleaners. And they have lived in our building, watching Lutherans.

They were so surprised at how busy we are!

Good.

So is God.



Saturday, September 18, 2010

Yuck theology


Luke 16: 19-31

I think this is the yuckiest of Jesus’ parables. It starts out plain gross – a rich man with no mercy whose table spills abundance, and poor, humble, starving, infested & festering Lazarus who dies outside the gates of the rich man’s house. Yuck! Just to be sure we are fully appalled, Luke reminds us that the dogs lick Lazarus’s sores.

I was once led a youth summer missions program that helped build and maintain an orphanage in tiny, forgotten little La

Gloria, Mexico, a town south of Tijuana. When I think of random dogs licking things, I think of La Gloria, where stray dogs roam freely and bountifully. Many of the strays lack legs or tails, and they eat whatever they find, wherever they find it; these are the dogs that licked Lazarus. Yuck!

Lazarus dies and the angels take him to be with Abraham. Yuck again! We don’t let oozing fester wretches into heaven, do we? Lazarus is taken “into the bosom” of Abraham- this exact phrase describes Jesus’ locale with the Father prior to being begotten in John 1:18. Lazarus gets way into Heaven.

So to be clear, Lazarus- dressed, bathed and primped all wrong for the occasion lands right in Abraham’s lap, who seems to have been expecting him; and the rich man of privilege, connection, class and pedigree tumbles into the chasm, permanently.

Are we nervous yet?

Are we more shocked that Lazarus gets into heaven, or that the rich man is rejected?

Lazarus doesn’t do anything to earn his way into heaven, and the rich man doesn’t do anything to earn his way to hell. Maybe there’s a lesson here about “do nothing” divine economics.

What are you doing- particularly with the festering losers on your threshold?
What are you doing – (or not) to leverage your way into heaven?
What are you doing? Make it yucky.

-PC