More than One Way to be a Woman

An odd title for a post written by a man, I know.  But this post comes after years of conversations with my wife, and was spurred by an editorial that appeared in the Minneapolis Star Tribune a few weeks ago.  In the article Elaine Gale reflects on her experience as a feminist in the face of a heartbreaking miscarriage.  She writes:

I now had the experience of my own biological power as a female. I knew I would likely trade my two decades of focused toiling on a successful career for the ability to carry a healthy baby to term and raise a biological child with my beloved husband.

I knew, for sure, that I wanted to be a mother. And not just to check it off some list.

Instead, I was faced with the inability to do the one thing I was genetically built to do as a woman.

Feminism was always going on and on about the importance of having choices. But I found that my biological choice to have a child was snatched away from me while I was being liberated.

The place of healing, for her, came with a renewed sense of the feminine: the nurturing, life-giving force that grows deep in the hearts of women.  She ends with this insight:

Can you be devoted to Feminism and the Feminine at the same time? I guess you could say I’ve become a Feminine-ist. That extra syllable changed everything.

When women get pregnant, it is the Feminine nurturing us and connecting us with the essential life force on the planet. But when we take a maternity leave, it is because of Feminism’s hard work that we have that opportunity.

When I read that article I immediately thought of my wife.  I guess you could say she’s a feminist; she values equity and fair opportunity for women.  She gets sincerely irked by off-hand sexist jokes and doesn’t ever pretend they’re harmless or cute.  In college she carried a double major (History, Biblical and Theological Studies), and for her senior history thesis she researched the changing roles of women in WWII, inspired by their strength to succeed at “man’s work” while the men were off at war.  She played college hockey and soccer, and even now she’s the only girl who gets invited to play pick-up hockey with my college buddies at the neighborhood rinks.  She skates with the boys.  She got game.

But here’s what’s been so frustrating for her at times in her life:  Unless you know her really well, you may never sense her feminist impulse because, at a glance, she seems so…girly.  She’s given birth to two kids and raises them well.  She really enjoys crafting and sewing.  She loves flowers.  She’s a wizard with the mixing bowl and spatula – her desserts are well known in our apartment hallway.  She admits, it’d be great if she had lofty corporate aspirations or wanted to go to school for 7 more years for a PhD, but she doesn’t.

She’s a feminist, but in most ways, she’s simply feminine.  And her femininity might make it appear like she’s oblivious to the culturally conditioned gender roles and stereotypes that feminists rail against.  But she’s not oblivious.  She knows what it means to be a woman.  She knows the importance of choice and freedom. And she’s free to choose to be feminine.

Liberation movements in their many forms are important for society; they critique the status quo and chip away at structures that oppress.  But like any power movement, they run the risk of becoming just like their oppressors: Excluding and silencing the voices of anyone not “like us.”  Does feminism as a liberation movement have room for feminists, like my wife, who choose to be feminine? It better.

A Few Changes

As some of you might already know, my wife and I started another blog that will feature our gardening and sewing interests.  That blog can be found at HeSowedSheSewed.com.

Some of you have enjoyed this blog primarily because of my gardening essays; if that’s the case, you might want to become a reader of He Sowed She Sewed.  And if you have even a mild interest in sewing or re-using old clothes, then by all means, jump over to that site.

Consequently, this blog won’t feature as many of my gardening/composting contributions.  I’ll hold the Birdseed Desk for my more organized essays, usually involving theology or contemporary issues or some combination of the two.  I hope you continue to enjoy the Birdseed Desk, and please check out the new one too!

Winter Compost

I love harsh winters and treacherous blizzards and snow-covered landscapes.  But the frozen world of the north can be hard for gardeners and composters.  So….

I contributed another composting piece for my friend, Tonia, over at Itty Bitty Impact, and it’s all about composting in the winter.  Check it out.

 

Why I’m Not a Grinch Anymore: A Reflection on the Incarnation

Obviously I’m not trying to be unique when I say Christmas is my favorite holiday.  I love snow and twinkling lights and I get warm-fuzzies when I look at Normon Rockwell paintings of people ice-skating on quaint ponds with bright red scarves and rosy cheeks.  This season turns me into the most kitschy, nostalgic sap on the planet.  And I’m okay with that.  I really love Christmas.

 

But I’m also not naïve, and as I’ve grown up I’ve realized the Christmas that gives me those warm-fuzzies isn’t very closely related to the holiday that’s supposed to celebrate the birth of Jesus, the Incarnation of God.  The religious Christmas and the secular Christmas both happen to fall on the same day, but they celebrate two very different, perhaps contradictory things.  Sure, if we try really hard we can convince ourselves that buying lots of stuff and eating large meals is a perfectly meaningful way to celebrate Christ’s coming, but it’s a stretch.

 

Darn, there I go being grinchy.  I thought this post was supposed to be about why I’m not going to be a grinch this year?  What was I getting at?

 

Oh yah…so it should also be obvious that I’m not trying to be unique when I rag on the consumerist, materialistic bonanza that Christmas has become.  I’m not the first person that’s been troubled by this, and you don’t have to be St. Francis to realize that Black Friday and doorbusters and evergreen trees surrounded by boxes don’t point us to Jesus.

 

Consequently, throughout the last several years it’s been difficult for me to truly celebrate the great Christian holidays (Christmas and Easter) because I’ve been so bothered by the secularization thing.  What does a stocking hung by the chimney with care have to do with the Virgin Birth?  What do a bunny and a basket have to do with the Resurrection?  These are real questions, and as a young husband and father I’ve been trying to figure out how my family is going to celebrate these holidays in a way that honors their true significance.

 

And while I was busy figuring this out, I forgot to marvel at the God lying there in the manger; I forgot to rejoice at the empty tomb.

 

This is a big problem.  In my effort to reclaim the true meaning of the Christian holidays I had, in fact, ceased to celebrate them.

 

As I reflect on it now it seems so silly: I’m all bothered that our celebrations ignore and contradict the religious events that propagated them; so instead, I’ll spend all my energy worrying about how everyone is doing it wrong.  God came to earth and then defeated death, and now this same God needs me to be all grouchy about the way people spend their money.

 

Don’t get me wrong, as someone passionate about theology and Christian ministry, I care deeply about who the church is and what the church does.  In fact, I spend a lot of my time pondering the ways we can more faithfully follow the Christ we profess.  I want to be an effective Christian minister and participate in communities that earnestly follow Jesus, thus I’m motivated by our potential to be different, to be better witnesses to the God we worship.  The way we celebrate these holidays is one of those areas we can be better.

 

But like I said, whether my energy this Christmas is wasted on Best Buy’s latest sale or wasted on how badly I want to kick everyone in the head who waits outside Best Buy for that sale, it’s wasted nonetheless. It just doesn’t make sense, in light of the Incarnation, to feel such pressure to fix everything that’s wrong with Christmas.  That’s kind of the point of the Incarnation of God – we were having trouble fixing anything, so Jesus came and fixed it for us.  This is a truly liberating reality, and it’s helped me enjoy this season so much more.

 

I love Christmas.  I really love it.  And this year I will pour myself a cup of coffee and sit by the window while it snows and turn on Pandora’s Christmas station…and be happy.  Christ has come, and Christ will come again.

 

This is My Father’s World

A hymn a day keeps the devil away.

Just kidding.

And I’m not going to post a hymn everyday; that would be annoying.  But I’ve decided it might be interesting to occasionally post an old hymn that I have found particularly meaningful or relevant at certain times.  Here’s one I’ve been humming for the last week:

 

This is my Fathers world
And to my listening ears,
All nature sings and round me rings
The music of the spheres.

This is my Fathers world,
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas,
His hand, the wonders wrought.

This is my Fathers world,
The birds, their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white
Declare their makers praise.

This is my Fathers world,
He shines in all that’s fair.
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Fathers world,
Oh let me neer forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.

This is my Fathers world,
The battle is not done.
Jesus, who died, shall be satisfied
And earth and heaven be one

Chew on some of that theology for a while.

Christians and Creation, Part II

Longs Peak, Rocky Mountain National Park

There are flood and drouth
Over the eyes and in the mouth,
Dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand.
The parched eviscerate soil
Gapes at the vanity of toil,
Laughs without mirth.
This is the death of earth.
~ T.S. Eliot

My wife and I spent consecutive weekends in September at the weddings of some of our closest friends.  First, I stood with my friend Chris as he said his vows to his wonderful wife, Jess, at her home in Montrose, CO, with the smell of summer peaches still lingering in the air and the San Juan Mountains decorating the southern horizon like crooked teeth.  It was beautiful.

The following week my wife stood next to her friend, Tonia, while she smiled up at her husband, Mike, beneath the flame-tipped maple leaves and crisp autumn sunshine of northern Wisconsin.  This, too, was beautiful.

For the first wedding, we drive six hours across the Rocky Mountains and gazed at the scattered groves of Aspens flaunting their first golds of the fall.  For the second, we drove 5 hours on Highway 8 through the forests of Wisconsin, which are just now bursting with the pockets of blaze and burgundy that will color the landscape until the snowflakes fly.  This is a marvelous time of year for outdoor weddings and road-trips, and it’s made for some further reflection on Christianity and creation, and the wild, wonderful places that I love.  Oh, and I finally finished that book I was blogging about, so here are a few more thoughts about creation-care and the Church:

It’s been my experience that the majority of Christians are encouraged to appreciate the greatness and beauty of God’s creation on things like spiritual retreats and camps, which at least at a superficial level, engenders some sort of ecological appreciation.  Growing up, nearly all the youth camps I attended took place just outside Rocky Mountain National Park, and there’s no doubt that when the wind whistled through the giant pines and the sun shined off Longs Peak’s diamond face, I gained a deeper sense of who God is and what this God is capable of.  Every time I return to the mountains I am overwhelmed and humbled by the greatness of those places and the God who made them.

And the same thing happens still today with different churches and different landscapes.  This August I led a cabin of high school boys at YoungLife’s Castaway Club in Pelican Rapids, MN.  On the final evening the students were asked to spread out across the grounds and spend 10 minutes alone as the red sun receded over Pelican Lake and the prairie wind carried the waves quietly across the water.  Later that night many of our students expressed the significance of that time for them.  For whatever reason, we all find it easier to pray when we’re alone beneath the northern sky and the starlight creates shadows in the trees and the loon cries out from somewhere in the darkness.  These sorts of experiences seem fairly common among religious people.

So why the disconnect?  Why are so many Christians skeptical of, if not outright against, today’s “green movement” and other ecological advocacy efforts?  I’ll offer a few of my own thoughts as to why this is, and then share some of Bouma-Prediger’s suggestions for reshaping the way the majority of Christians think about the earth.

I mentioned in my previous post that for most Christians this issue is perceived as too politicized and secular.  Environmental issues typically form part of the leftist platform, thus many Christians won’t align themselves with a cause that will get them labeled “liberal,” or worse yet, suggest that they somehow support PETA or Ale Gore or other supposed wackos.  While in some cases I understand this reservation, it’s actually kind of ridiculous to determine your beliefs and opinions based on the types of people that might agree with you.  That would be like choosing not to feed your children because your neighbor feeds his children but he also lets his dog poop in your yard and “we wouldn’t want to be confused with that sort of person.”  If something is the right thing to do, like, say, feeding your kids or protecting an endangered species, we should do it regardless of those who might also agree.  It’s called having a conviction.  Unfortunately, too few Christians have any convictions regarding the created world.

A related issue is that many people are now turned off by how doggone trendy it is to be “eco-friendly” these days.  You can’t turn on the TV or read a magazine without seeing some new company flaunting the greener version of itself (which is usually not all that much different than the old version).  This now even happens in some Christian circles, like the University/Seminary I attend, which recently tried to capitalize on the fact that a few of us seminarians and one undergrad student actually garden and make our own organic compost.  In at least one publication the University tried to spin these small, normal efforts as some sort of grand initiative by which the University is going green.  As an institution, we may be going green, but for now, we are still hot pink.

As annoying as this trendy-ness can sometimes be, we ought to agree that just because something has become popular doesn’t mean we should abandon it.  That’s like those people who can no longer listen to Kings of Leon because they overheard the homecoming queen humming “Use Somebody” while pulling Starbucks receipts out of her Coach bag.  Oh, and if teenage abstinence ever becomes super-cool I don’t think we should all ditch that bandwagon just because it’s too popular.  Anyway, back to ecology…

Another big problem is the imbedded sentiment within conservative Christianity that feels that any statistic suggesting the earth is in some sort of ecological crisis is so skewed and slanted by the left that we must throw out any claims they might make.  Truth-telling around environmental issues is a big problem, and I don’t necessarily fault conservatives and evangelicals who feel like the facts are always being manipulated.  Many of the facts are being manipulated, and unless you’re an expert on the environmental sciences, you are at the mercy of someone else to tell you what our problems are.  And that person probably has an agenda.

But I think that if you’re paying any sort of attention, you’ll notice that we are having a negative impact on the earth, and even if we aren’t going to die tomorrow, we should be trying to fix it.  The evidence is everywhere.  In 1995 a bunch of schoolchildren studying around a pond in Minnesota were horrified when they came across a number of deformed frogs, many with missing limbs.  And when I moved to Minnesota eight years ago I couldn’t walk to the end of my driveway without sending at least a few leopard frogs into a panic as they leapt for the ditch.  By the time we left that house four years later, after the area became more and more developed, no frogs could be found.  That sucks because I like leopard frogs, and their presence in an ecosystem is suggestive of health and balance.

from: denverozone.blogspot.com/2006/12/commission-makes-right-move-on.html

And when you drive to Denver from my parents’ home in Fort Collins, as soon as you crest the hill near Longmont, you can see the brown cloud that hovers over the Mile High City like a dirty rag.  It’s ugly and it smells like barf.  We should be doing something about that.  And admitting this doesn’t make you a tree-hugger.

So hopefully most of us can agree that God’s green earth is a pretty nice place, and we’d like to keep it that way.  This isn’t too radical of a statement.  However, as soon as we start discussing the things we’d have to do and the changes we’d have to make if we really wanted to start lessening our negative impact on creation, people start to get real uncomfortable.  For instance, it’s my opinion (and shared by many others) that environmental issues are largely related to our consumerist, materialistic habits as a culture, thus consuming less would naturally lessen the stress and exploitation of the non-renewable resources needed for material production.  And last time I checked, simplicity and self-restraint, especially with respect to material wealth, are not something invented by environmentalists.  They are, one could argue, quite biblical.

But the common argument against this sort of solution is that our way of life would collapse if everyone started consuming less, and even if some Christians did this, it’s ridiculous to think any grand-scale change could ever happen.  Bouma-Prediger addresses these two objections quite nicely.  For the last one, he argues that the probable results or consequences of our moral actions do not determine whether or nor we should do the right thing.  We ought to act justly and rightly whether or not there will be any noteworthy consequences.  And to the first objection he writes, “Truth be told, however, our current way of life is in many respects unsustainable, and it is already showing signs of collapse.  Maybe our way of life ought not revolve around the constant quest for more stuff.”  I agree, and I also recognize that this is an unpopular stance.

There are many good people who make things, sell things, work in retail, etc.  I understand that.  And to suggest that our consumer economy is somewhat to blame for the abuse of the earth, and that we need to change, has deeply personal and scary implications for a lot of us.  But what if he’s right and we do need to consume far less than we do right now?  Is it possible that there are other ways of making a living and being happy on this earth that don’t revolve around this way of life?  And can’t we be more creative about producing goods in sustainable and less wasteful ways?  After all, we are bursting at the seems with good ol’ American ingenuity; let’s put that to use thinking of ways we can consume less, not more.

As a Church, we can start being radical about more than just personal sin issues.  For many of us, when asked what makes us Christians different, we say something like, “I don’t get drunk, I don’t sleep around, and I don’t cuss.  Plus, I go to church and I tithe.”  This is all good stuff, and certainly these may be some of the ways that Christians can distinguish themselves.  But what if our answer to that question involved things like, “As a Christian, I want to be part of Jesus’ activity in renewing the world.  Which means loving my neighbor, restoring broken relationships, and taking care of the good earth that God created.”  What if part of our radical stance as Christians was about more than not sinning but about actively participating in the restoration of all things.  This should inform the way we think about the environment.

And on this point, Bouma-Prediger makes it clear that the Bible presents a gospel concerned with far more than saving individual souls.  He accurately portrays the false sentiment shared by many Christians who think, “We should take care of first things first—saving souls, feeding people, preaching the gospel—and worry about timber wolves and northern falcons only after we have attended to God’s primary concerns.”

This is a false dichotomy.  The gospel is not about one or the other, and Bouma-Prediger is careful to assert that concern for the environment should in no way be construed as anti-people.  The gospel is definitely about human relationships, salvation, and reconciliation, but this gospel also involves the earth.  Poignantly, he states, “This objection wrongly assumes that the gospel is somehow unconnected to the earth, as if the message of the bible concerns only disembodied souls in some netherworld, as if in the eschaton the canvas of creation will be annihilated, as if our Redeemer is not our Creator.”

And this is really the most important point.  Many of us haven’t even considered what it would mean for us and our churches to start showing concern for the earth because we think this has nothing to do with our duty as Christians.  But we need to change the way we think.  And when we’re on that retreat in the mountains, or a hike with our kids, or a fishing trip with Grandpa, we should look out over the landscape and sense the presence of God, and know that our lifestyles and efforts as Christians have a lot to do with this place, this good earth.

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always –
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing no less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of things shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
~ T.S. Eliot

Christians and Creation, Part 1

Lake Superior, McLain State Park, the U.P.

As promised, I’m going to offer some reflections on Steven Bouma-Prediger’s For the Beauty of the Earth.  The book begins much like I expected, with depressing statistics about the present state of the earth and our inevitable demise if we don’t drastically correct our influence on creation.  This is, of course, a necessary starting point for the case he is making; but, unfortunately, will do little to persuade those who are convinced these statistics are slanted and inflated by those with something to gain politically.  In spite of Prediger’s well-substantiated evaluation of the ecological problem, many of us have no problem walking away unaffected.  (And this reality, I believe, is truly one of the biggest impediments for Christians in taking this issue seriously:  It has become so politicized and even fashionable lately, that any recognition of the ecological problem is seen as a political and secular move that many conservatives and evangelicals aren’t willing to make.  I’ll have to address that troubling dilemma later.)

After spending some time explaining the charge some ecologists make against Christianity as the primary cause of our ecological crisis, Bouma-Prediger does a nice job debunking this accusation.  Not only are our ecological problems the result of a complex interplay of industrialism, modernism, consumerism, population growth, etc., he asserts that Christianity, rightly understood, actually places a high value on the created order.  Even if Christians and the church haven’t always faithfully applied this, Scripture and the Christian vision are not to blame.

This leads to what for me has been the most interesting and helpful section of the first half of the book.  Bouma-prediger visits five biblical texts from which he draws out thick themes significant for ecological ethics.  He seems hermeneutically faithful with these scriptures and avoids the temptation to simply dance around waving his arms every time the term “creation” shows up in the Bible.  I’ll highlight two of his more unique and refreshing interpretations:

Looking at the flood narrative in Genesis 6-9, Bouma-Prediger asks the question, “With whom does God make a covenant?”  Those who are familiar with the story are aware that it ends with a rainbow as God promises to never flood the earth again, but Bouma-Prediger makes some interesting observations.

First, it should be blatantly significant to us that God deems it necessary to preserve two of every species on the earth.  This wasn’t just about saving righteous humans, it was about saving all God’s created beings.  More important, however, is the covenant made by God in Genesis 9:8-17.  Most notable here is that the covenant is between God, Noah, and every living creature; and the rainbow is a sign of the covenant between God and the earth.  In all my hearings of this story throughout my life I had never caught the significance of that reality:  Every living creature on God’s earth is covenant-worthy.  There’s no minimizing the significance of covenants in the biblical narrative, and the fact that God makes a covenant with even non-human creatures says something about the importance of the created world in the divine program.

The second argument that caught my attention was Bouma-Prediger’s explanation of the ecological significance of the Job story.  He focuses on the divine speeches, which, if we recall, are those humbling words of God that ask Job to stand in awe of the overwhelming magnitude of God’s creative power.  For Bouma-Prediger, the question being answered here is “Who is at the center of things?”

We may be (or try to be) the measurer of all things, but we are not the measure of all things.  Behemoth and Leviathon – not to mention the mountain goat and the wild ass – remind us that the scope of God’s creative will reaches farther than any human individual or community.

Then, quoting Carol Newsom, he writes:

The contrast between the horizon [of meaning] within which Job presents himself and the horizon within which God asks Job to locate himself could not be sharper.  Job’s primary horizon of meaning was the village and the family. God challenges the parochialism of Job’s moral imagination by making the starting point nothing less than the whole of creation.  We, too, often tend to think of the moral world as having simply to do with the relation of humans to other humans…

This was so startling to me.  It’s as if, in the midst of Job’s unthinkable tragedies, God says, “Look around you, Job, there is more to consider here than yourself and your own present experience.”  As much as this is relates to our self-understanding in the midst of suffering, I think Newsom is right in showing how the divine speeches assert that the human perception of goodness and justice is only properly formed when considering the vastness of the created world.

And finally, dealing explicitly with suffering, Bouma-Prediger writes:

…in times of grief and pain, there is great solace in fierce landscapes.  When God is at the center, and the human thereby displaced, there is a world wide and wild enough to absorb the pain of human suffering.

Most of us can relate to that last point, and I think Christianity across the spectrum has done a pretty good job of asking people to appreciate the wonder of God’s creation on things like spiritual retreats and camps.  We have no problem doing that.  The problem comes when we are asked to consider the ways our lifestyles and habits may be adversely affecting this creation.

I’m wrestling with how we are going to get past this hang-up.  More on that later.

Still Here

Greetings.  It’s  been about a month since I’ve posted anything, and those few who care are perhaps a little annoyed with me.  Sorry.

spinning my daughter in Yellow Birch Lake

My family and I had a great July, spending time in the woods and waters of Fergus Falls, MN; Eagle River, WI; and the eastern shore of beautiful Lake Michigan.  With so many lakes to ski across, fish to reel in, and loons to be haunted by, I found little time to sit in front of my computer and type.  I hope you can understand.

Nevertheless, I recently started reading Steven Bouma –Prediger’s For the Beauty of the Earth and I plan on sharing some of my reflections on his “Christian vision for creation care.”  The book is a little dated (c. 2001), but I picked it up at a thrift store last year and I’m only now getting to it.  I’m interested in the approach Bouma-Prediger will take in this book – he has a PhD. From Chicago but teaches at the largely evangelical Hope College in Holland, MI – so it will be interesting to see if he is successful in bridging the liberal-conservative divide that characterizes this issue.  Too often one has to assume a purely evolutionary cosmology or an impersonal God’s–energy-in-creation pneumatology to follow the arguments for “creation care,” which is why many evangelicals have failed to take it seriously.  Whether or not I share these assumptions is irrelevant; I’m wondering if there is anything here that will make sense to those Christians who throw darts at images of Al Gore.

Until then, enjoy some of these pictures from our July adventures and our recent garden harvests.

my Grandma's dock in Fergus Falls

coffee and cribbage with Dad

waterskiing on the Eagle River chain

backflipping off the raft

one of many meals on the deck

friends and family picnicking in the northwoods

visiting Aunt Maria in Traverse City

a rainy day on Mission Peninsula

admiring our delicious tomatos and basil from the garden!

Patriotism, War, and My Friend

This last weekend, like most Americans, I celebrated our country’s independence with grilled hamburgers and parade candy and sparkly explosions in the sky.  I love the 4th of July and I like the country I live in, so it’s all good.

But these past few weeks I’ve been doing some thinking about this country, and our armed forces, and my friend who will be off to Army training camp in a little over a month.  It is taking me a while to process how I feel about all this, all this patriotism and war and people who wear our flag on their camouflage uniform – my friend soon to be one of them.

My friend and I are Christians.  We grew up in the same church and sang the same songs.  We try to serve Jesus as best we can; but somehow, in my efforts to follow Christ I have come to a place where I don’t want to be involved in the military.  And it’s not just because I don’t want to get up at 4 a.m. and run around with a heavy backpack and potentially get shot at sneaking around in another country.  It’s because I have read the New Testament as offering a different picture of how the world will be changed, and it seems like Jesus’ Kingdom operates with a different currency than the world’s.  Instead of violence and retaliation, the Kingdom offers love for the enemy and forgiveness for those who hurt us. And the King who rules this Kingdom actually got beat up and bloodied and killed, and commanded us to take up our cross and follow him.  For me, I have trouble reconciling that with participation in the military.  And it used to be easy for me to say that Christians who join the military are missing an obvious point of Jesus’ message.  But something tells me it’s just not that simple.

The problem is, however, that for many Christians (arguably the majority of the American Church), it is quite simple.  For them, there is no tension between Jesus’ command to love our enemy – to take up our cross to follow Him, and our own country’s call to overcome the enemy and retain its power in the world.  The solution is in some sort of “two kingdoms” approach in which we argue that the Church may try to function the way Jesus commanded, but we can’t expect our country to do so, thus we adopt a love for our enemy on a very private, personal level in which we try not to freak out when someone cuts us off in the interstate.  But in a political, national level we recognize that we can’t really love our enemy or else America would sort of lose its edge.

Even more dangerous, however, is that a lot of us don’t even take a two kingdoms approach, but have somehow confused the political and nationalistic efforts of America as congruent with the mission of God in the world, so we think that God might actually be behind America’s tanks and fighter jets.  There’s a certain premillenial-dispensationalism that lends itself to that thinking, especially in America’s political alliance with Israel.

So I’m uncomfortable.  I’m uncomfortable with those who think America and the Church and Israel are all working together.  I’m uncomfortable with those who think we can’t possibly hold our country to a Christian standard of loving our enemy, but we can hold it to a number of other Christian standards about abortion and homosexuality, etc.  And I’m uncomfortable with myself, for often being disrespectful and insensitive to Christians in the military because I’ve thought they were totally wrong.

And now that one of my best friends is joining the Army, it has become a deeply personal issue.  I know this friend.  I love this friend.  And I know he loves Jesus and he really loves others, often better than I do.  If you keep reading I’ll explain some of the things that make this guy so great.  And he’s joining the Army, so now what do I do?

About my good friend:

During my wife’s first pregnancy, this friend fasted junk food and meat and committed himself to prayer for my wife and me and our child to be.  In my wife’s ninth month he came to a campout with us and ate bread and coleslaw and had to forego the delicious entrees and desserts that covered the picnic table.  It was humbling to be with him those few days, watching him paw away at whatever meatless, sweet-less dishes he could find.  I am grateful for his friendship and prayers during that time.

This friend is more helpful than anyone I know.  He came to visit a month after our second child was born, and while I was busy chasing our two-year-old and my wife was keeping our newborn alive, he was in the kitchen, elbow deep in soap-suds and dirty dishes.  It’s always like that with this guy – picking up our bags or cleaning things up before we can even ask him for help.

And in that same visit he dozed on my couch while holding my oldest daughter after rocking her for what seemed like hours.  She slept peacefully in his arms as his head rested against the back of the couch in our quiet living room.

I’ve stood next to this friend in the blazing Colorado sun, our tool belts weighing on our hips while we carried bundles of shingles across a scorching rooftop.  And I’ve stood next to this friend in the blazing Colorado sun, our snowboards strapped to our backpacks while we traversed an 11,000 ft. peak in the fierce and bitter January wind.

When we were young we were both dragged through his backyard on the legs of his older brother, trying to bring him down before he carried the football to the edge of the field.  I played more backyard football with him and his brother than anyone else in my life, and while many games ended with punching and swear words and tears, we rarely stayed mad long enough to keep us from teaming-up the next time the snow filled our tracks and we could armor ourselves with thick coats to pad the blows from his powerful older brother.

On hot July afternoons we crouched in his backyard with matches and smoke bombs as we tossed Blackcats into his mom’s flowerbed. We arranged toy soldiers and plastic trucks along the flowers like an enemy base, and we barraged the small hillside with explosives and BB’s from my Daisy.

But soon those Blackcats will be replaced with an M-16 in the hands of my friend, and those plastic figurines will be real men with skin and muscles and weapons that can shoot back.  And it scares me.

This post began with some reflections on the Christian Church and American patriotism, and whether or not they should have anything in common.  One of the ways this relationship is often expressed is through churches that offer prayer for the troops or put American flags on their stage.  So as I think about my friend joining the Army, and my own internal conflict with patriotism, militarism, and Christianity, I have to consider what my prayer for the troops will look like – what I will and will not pray for.

What I will not pray for:

I will not pray that he kills lots of bad guys, or blows lots of stuff up, or “gives all them terrorists exactly what they deserve.”  I’m glad giving people what they deserve is not a prayer we pray in Church, or we’d all be in big trouble, we’d all need to hang from a cross.

I will not pray that America is successful in whatever our military exploits are, with little regard for whose family we are displacing or whose son is being killed.  I pray we find lasting solutions that are good for America and good for the world.

I will not pray that we “win” whatever war he might find himself in.  Certainly as an American, and someone with children, and someone who enjoys baseball and apple pie, I don’t want us to lose our country or our freedom or whatever it is we might lose.  But as a Christian, my first allegiance is to Jesus Christ and his Church, which has no country or military.  So if my country does someday fail, I pray that my friend and I, and every other American Christian, can hold fast to the hope we have in Jesus Christ and his ultimate victory, recognizing that this hope far surpasses any hope we could ever have in the Red, White and Blue.

What I will pray for:

I will pray for peace and stability in the world, so that my good friend doesn’t have to jump out of a plane into hostile territory.

But if he is asked to fight in a war I will pray that he is safe, and that he doesn’t die, and that he comes home when his tour is over.  When it’s supposed to be over – not earlier or later, because the reasons for that are rarely good.

I will pray that as a drill sergeant screams in his face, or in his long walks through the dark carrying heavy packs and stiff gear, or when he sees blood and limbs and death on the battlefield, he will not become hardened and cold.  I pray he does not lose that gentleness that allows him to fall asleep with my daughter in his arms.

I pray that as he swears allegiance to our country, and he promises to follow the orders of his superior officers, he is still able to hear the voice of Jesus reminding him where his true allegiance lies, and who he really belongs to.

And like the soldiers gathered around the Cross when the Temple curtain tore, I pray that my friend will follow Jesus in such a way that those around him might come to Christ and say, “Surely you are the Son of God.”

The Book of Common Prayer page 823

25. For those in the Armed Forces of our Country Almighty God, we commend to your gracious care and keeping all the men and women of our armed forces at home and abroad. Defend them day by day with your heavenly grace; strengthen them in their trials and temptations; give them courage to face the perils which beset them; and grant them a sense of your abiding presence wherever they may be; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.