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Faith Journey | Loving the Church

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Another blast from the past, 20 years ago:

When Saul was confronted by Jesus on the road to Damascus, Jesus did not say, “Saul, why are you persecuting my followers?” He did not say, “Saul, why are you persecuting the people under my command?” He said, “Saul, why do you persecute Me?”

When someone hits us, we say, “Don’t hit me!” We don’t say, “Do not hit the arm under my command.” We feel hit; we feel pain. We do not sense ourselves as separate from our bodies.

When we persecute the Body of Christ, we persecute Christ. When we tear down the Body of Christ, we do this to Christ as well. He has chosen to be united with His church, to be the Head of the Body.

I’m a preacher’s kid. I’ve seen the dark underbelly of the church. I have the battle scars to prove that we as Christians shoot our wounded. I’ve fired more than a few rounds myself. I have good reason to be wary of fellow Christians, to be reluctant to fully commit myself to a local expression of the Body of Christ. My problem is not with Jesus; it’s with some of His followers.

Or so I tell myself.

The sad truth is that I do not love the Body of Christ as I should. And there is only one possible explanation for this coldness in my heart. It is because I do not have enough love for the Head. God forgive me.

May I love Jesus more. May I love all of Him, with all of my heart, mind, soul, strength. May I love Him passionately and zealously. May I love Him with a broken and contrite heart. May I love Him in purity and holiness. And then I will love His Body as I should.

My understanding of ecclesiology has gone through a number of changes in these past 20 years. But these words I wrote back then still challenge and convict me.

May I love Jesus more.

Faith Journey | Fads and Winds of Doctrine

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It’s been 20 years since I wrote the following:

While visiting a Lutheran church yesterday, and feeling far more connected to historic Christianity than I do in my Baptist church, it struck me that perhaps modern evangelicalism is inherently at risk of following every fad and wind of doctrine by our very rejection of centuries of Protestant tradition, creeds, liturgy, and means of worship. We have set ourselves up to be our own interpreters of Scripture, to seek after “freshness” and “relevance”, and to look with disdain at what is timeless. It is as if we need to be consantly reinventing the wheel in how we “do church”.

And, frankly, it strikes me as more than a bit arrogant.

How thankful I am to have been in church services where I have had the privilege of praying the same prayers, reciting the same creeds, and singing the same hymns as other believers the world over… for centuries. It is both humbling and glorious to experience this deeper connection to the Body of Christ. How different from the attitude within much of modern evanglicalism that criticizes liturgy as being “stale” and “rote”, that scorns anything from a previous generation, and that wants desperately to be “cutting edge”.

A lot has happened in those two decades. A lot. My faith journey has taken twists and turns I never could have predicted. I was both surprised and amused to re-read this recently, and felt like telling my younger self: WOW, Rebecca. You made some good points but you didn’t go far enough.

Faith Journey | Very Abbreviated Version

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For most of my life I rejected the historic church without even realizing what it was that I was rejecting. Then I came to my senses, decided to look back in history, and traced my theological lineage and beliefs back to my understanding of the Reformation, as if true Christianity got lost quickly after the Resurrection or didn’t exist until Calvin came along and set us all straight. (Only I didn’t really follow Calvin’s teachings but what they had morphed into over the years, stripped of all that would offend our modern Protestant sensibilities.) Then, long story, I left that theological camp and went back to the Baptist world. All seemed wonderful until stuff happened and I got hurt and disgruntled.

So I read a hatchet job of church history, and I found some other disgruntled people to hang out with, and I tried to redefine “Church” to my own liking. I never could quite buy into the idea that two people hanging out at Starbucks, if one of them said something “Christiany”, was what the Bible meant by a “sacred assembly”, but I was almost that far gone.

Along the way, life got messy for awhile, really messy and ugly. Eventually God and I got on much better speaking terms than we had ever been, and I started getting this sense that He was way, way, way more immense and powerful and wonderful than I could ever imagine.

And somehow I realized that He deserved worship that seemed more reverent, sacred, and transcendent than sitting around with a coffee cup — or even than singing along during something that looked and sounded like a secular rock concert with christianized lyrics. It seemed like we should offer Him more than merely what is modern, fleeting, and trendy. Why imitate rock concerts rather than read about how God asked to be worshipped?

So I read about Old Testament worship, and I read the book of Revelation, and I felt like what I’d been doing and thinking was so wrong.

There’s more to my story than that, much much more. But I had to come to grips with the fact that, by ignoring history and tradition, I had basically set myself up as the arbitrator of truth. It was so horribly arrogant of me to think that I and those who agreed with my novel and innovative ideas were right — and 2000 years of far more learned scholars were wrong.

I had put myself out of Catholic tradition, to be sure, but I had also put myself out of Protestant tradition. I was a law unto myself. I was doing what was right in my own eyes.

But instead of crushing me like a bug or whipping sense into my head, God wooed and pursued me with truth, beauty, and goodness. And then He graciously placed in me a hunger for Jesus unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

This convoluted faith journey has taken a a lot of years… a lot of struggle. I’m stubborn at times, and prideful — and prone to wander — and it took immense love (divine and human) to bring me to the point of admitting that maybe I was wrong after all, and the Church was right.

So on Sundays I join with the Saints and Angels in worship, and our worship brings together themes and words from Old Testament through Revelation, and it involves my body and all my senses (as is befitting worship of the Trinity, one member Who became incarnate). It’s truth, beauty and goodness. It feels like a window to Heaven, like we are joining the worship around the Throne. It’s timeless.

But my life is not just transformed on Sundays, nor just the days that I am able to attend Divine Liturgy (or Mass at the local Roman Catholic parish). The Church is so much more than a gathering of people; it’s even more than its Sacraments — I’ve stumbled into a treasure trove of teaching, wisdom, practical help, inspiration, prayer, and much much more. As the book of Hebrews says, I’m “surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses” — and now that I’m finally refusing to ignore them and all that they have contributed to Christendom — my walk with Jesus has been transformed. It’s so much more real. It’s tangible and incarnatonal… and yet transcendent.

Jesus’ words, “Lo I am with you always”, have become so much more alive, so much more real, so much more powerful, that I can taste them.

Freedom from… or freedom to…?

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A comment on FB I wrote a year ago:

Some years ago, a preacher from Texas rocked my world with a series of lessons that — although I argued with him vehemently at first — ultimately ushered me into what we dubbed my “fall TO grace”. I’d been trapped in quite some legalistic system and lifestyle, a lot of it my own creation.

He kept cautioning me that the goal was not merely freedom FROM but freedom TO. I was thinking about this recently. St. Paul, of course, had things to say about freedom not being about falling into the trap of licentiousness. But for years, free as I was from that former legalism, I knew I was missing something.

I kept musing… “freedom TO…” what? I really think Byzantine Catholicism/Christianity has the answer in the whole concept of theosis and the idea of becoming most fully human when we become who God created us to be. From the outside looking in, someone might think I’m trapped in some system of church attendance and going through all sorts of motions and having to confess to a priest — and there are people in my life who simply don’t get it when I try to explain how healing and freeing all of this is. I don’t HAVE to, I GET to — and until I began living it myself, I never would have believed it either.

Funny thing. I spent my early 60’s painfully burying lifelong hopes and dreams. Believe it or not, I’d looked forward to and imagined this season of my life since I was a little kid, down to some incredible detail. (What can I say? I was a weird kid.) It was a devastating series of blows, a sort of death upon death, to realize that none of that would ever happen. I felt like I was emerging from the ashes of almost everything that mattered to me.

This side of all that death, and while still grieving the deaths of my parents, I can honestly say that some of those dreams are being reborn, even better than I could have possibly imagined.

Sometimes I find myself, in the midst of reflection or prayer, telling God, “This all seems too good to be true… but it is.” A lot of those moments come during the Divine Liturgy or during some other prayers of the Church. My “little life” — which to anyone else probably looks mundane and boring and restricted — has become such a path of freedom and joy and fulfillment, even when it’s rocky and difficult.

Why? Because I’m being healed. Because the Sacrament of Confession/Reconciliation is so powerful that it did, in one fell swoop, what years of hard work with a really good therapist couldn’t even do. It healed parts of me that I didn’t even know needed healing. That would be enough, but there’s more. Because I don’t have to try to reinvent the wheel or come up with my own version of Christianity but can glean from 2,000 years of wisdom from the Church. Frankly, I’m not that smart or learned, so I need people a lot wiser — and especially further along in holiness. Because prayer really does form belief and, ultimately, forms our very way of living. Because I’m being freed from myself and TO an intimacy with the Triune God that I never thought possible.

Because God wooed me and pursued me. Me, despite everything! And I’ve started finally saying yes instead of running away.

I’m through with being evangelical

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This was the last straw:

I have two main problems with this, neither of which have to do with the main point of giving President Trump a “mulligan”:

1. Tony Perkins seems to think he is a spokesperson for American evangelicals. Perhaps he is. All I know is that he is not speaking for me. (Silly me. I’m still stuck back in the 1990’s when character counted and our President was supposed to set a moral example for our nation.)

2. It seems “evangelical” no longer means what I thought it did. Just to check, I went to the source, the National Association Of Evangelicals:

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Historian David Bebbington also provides a helpful summary of evangelical distinctives, identifying four primary characteristics of evangelicalism:

  • Conversionism: the belief that lives need to be transformed through a “born-again” experience and a life long process of following Jesus
  • Activism: the expression and demonstration of the gospel in missionary and social reform efforts
  • Biblicism: a high regard for and obedience to the Bible as the ultimate authority
  • Crucicentrism: a stress on the sacrifice of Jesus Christ on the cross as making possible the redemption of humanity

These distinctives and theological convictions define us — not political, social or cultural trends. In fact, many evangelicals rarely use the term “evangelical” to describe themselves, focusing simply on the core convictions of the triune God, the Bible, faith, Jesus, salvation, evangelism and discipleship.

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Wait — what? “These distinctives and theological convictions define us — not political, social or cultural trends.” (The same website does have a page about “Evangelicals and Politics“.)

So why is Tony Perkins speaking about evangelicals as if they are a voting bloc, a subset of the Republican Party?

Because that is what has come to define evangelicals more than anything else. Someone highjacked evangelicalism, and turned it into a political movement. And lots of people are happy to follow along.

I quit. I no longer want to be part of what seems more and more like a political/social/cultural club with semi-Christian overtones. I don’t regret my lifetime spent in evangelicalism; it shaped me in many good ways. I experienced much blessing there, and I consider many evangelicals as my dear brothers and sisters. But, as a movement — at least as how it is being defined, taught, and lived out by its spokespeople — modern evangelicalism has been heading somewhere I don’t want to go.

Until now, I thought I could have my feet in both of my worlds, and be an ecclesiastical mutt of sorts, all Charismatic-Evangelical-Anglo-Cathodox. But I can’t. If I’ve gained anything these past couple years, it’s a far deeper and richer understanding of just how good the Good News — the evangel — is. That’s what draws me and feeds my soul these days.

That Good News has nothing to do with a political party.

Nothing.

It doesn’t matter what political party it is, whether I’m registered or affiliated with it or not, or whether I like the current evangelical in crowd or not…none of that is the Gospel. But I keep hearing more and more spokespeople telling me that I’m wrong, that what defines evangelicalism is not really the evangel… or following Jesus…or our commitment to the Bible…or the emphasis on a lifelong and ongoing conversion of becoming more like Christ — what defines evangelicalism is our political views and our favored candidates.

It’s not just Tony Perkins. He’s merely yet another in a sad series of last straws. Most evangelical spokespeople stopped speaking for me quite some time back, on a growing number of issues. It’s made me feel quite unwelcome at times.

So this is it. I’m officially out. It’s kind of a sad thing. No, actually it’s heartbreaking. I once had such high hopes for the evangelical church…but not any more.

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After I finished writing this post, I read this analysis of the latest unbiblical (or is it anti-Biblical?) statements from yet another prominent evangelical spokesperson. It seems more and more evangelicals no longer read or take to heart the Bible they are, by definition, supposed to obey. It seems they no longer hold the Bible in such high esteem as the very Word of God.