Friday, August 30, 2019

Let's Offer a Different Politic to the World

I recently went to a local “town hall” meeting, where the area representatives presented what has been going on in Washington, DC, and fielded questions from local people. It was quite the experience. Questions about immigration, gun control, education, and health care came up. More than questions, though, what was clearly communicated was the tension, pain, anger, and uncertainty surrounding our political system. As people applauded, booed, or made rude remarks, I felt more and more burdened.

Shame on us. That is what hit me. Shame on us. We have become such bad listeners, such a sour community as Americans. We are talking about issues of critical importance, decisions that affect entire nations. But we are leaving unaddressed the underlying issues. Jesus said, “You have heard the rule, ‘You shall not murder,’ but I tell you anyone who is angry with his brother will be liable for murder” (Mt. 5:21-22). We can be so jaded by our emotions and perceptions of others that we are missing out on an opportunity to love. We are getting to the point in our society where we are so angry with our neighbors that we are guilty of sin.

What makes this especially disturbing to me is that it even happens among Christians. On the one hand, Christians are still people, frail and faulty. But on the other hand, God has given us the Holy Spirit. We can do better, and anyone who follows Jesus and has committed themselves to his way has an obligation to walk the hard path of love. We have no other option; Jesus said, “Love one another as I have loved you” (John 13). Jesus chose a traitor, a political radical, government employees, blue collar workers, and everything in between to be his closest followers. And Jesus has commanded us to walk in his Way, his Reality, and his Life. Here are some ways we can begin to do a better job:

1.     LOOK
 Every person is created in the image of God. But we are tempted to view people primarily through a political lens. We are seeing others as taxpayers or welfare recipients, immigrants or citizens, Republicans or Democrats. We are labeling people as so many other things, rather than starting with the view that this is God’s child. This is a person for whom Jesus died. This is a person that Jesus wants to live forever with him. We are called to see people through God’s eyes first. Look properly at the people around you, and you will see that they are part of your heavenly family- whether they know it or not. “But look at what they believe!” you might say. “That is so outside of God’s Word!” It doesn’t matter. They are God’s child. If Nehemiah could get along with the king of Babylon and Daniel was dearly loved in his time, we can look at people through the same eyes- through the eyes of our Father in heaven. We see people across the political aisle and across the world through the same lens. We look with God’s eyes.

2.     LISTEN
James reminds us, “Be quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger, for the anger of people does not produce the righteousness of God” (James 1:19-20). We are called to listen. Jesus tells us to listen to his word and listen to others. First of all, we know where the world is headed: destruction- and that’s as much scientific as biblical. The 2nd law of thermodynamics says that a (closed/ isolated) system will always head toward chaos. Scripture reminds us that this world will pass away (Matthew 24:35), but it is also quick to remind us of the second point. We know where we are headed: eternal life. God opened up our finite system to the infinite. Jesus is eternal, and by his power we, too, will live forever. So we should have some peace as we approach conversations about budgets and bazookas and health care and education. Do we need to get the last word in? No. Jesus will. We know that. Let’s listen. “But I already know what they are going to say!”, you might think. Chances are, you probably don’t. Ask them about their background, what has shaped their lives, why they are passionate about politics, etc. Don’t have an argument about “right or wrong”- that is exactly what the snake wanted in the garden. And he is winning in many communities, and among many Christians. Let’s listen to others.

3.     LIGHT
People today think the world is going to come to a terrible end through natural disasters or nuclear warfare. Children are scared to go to school because of shootings and bomb threats. No public place is safe anymore. We live in a dark world, illuminated only by the LED lights emanating from our technology- a light that leads us further into fear, depression, and loneliness. Jesus said that we are the light of the world. That means that 1) the government is not the light of the world, 2) a political party is not the light of the world, 3) a lobbyist group or any other political action group is not the light of the world. Christians are the light of the world. But when we succumb to the powers of darkness (John 3), we give up on being the light in our communities that God wants us to be. We can demonstrate a different way forward. We can guide people as they try to handle the many struggles of 21st century life. We can be an example of how to walk, because we walk in the light, where everything is clearly seen for what it is. We are looking through God’s eyes, after all.

4.     LOVE
Hate comes naturally to people. Anger, rage, disgust. It is easy to possess these qualities and motivations. It is part of the chemical make-up of people to feel such things. Therefore it is merely playing into our animal instincts to act on our anger and rage. It is exactly the kind of life we would expect if there weren’t a God. But God has made himself known. God has revealed himself to be our maker, and has declared that we are made in the image of God. And God is love. So, to be made in the image of God is to embrace love with our whole being. That means sacrifice, putting what’s best for another person ahead of our own needs and wants. And it even means loving our enemies. Nothing should distinguish a Christian from other people in the world more than his or her ability to embrace an enemy. And let’s be clear: if we live in America, our fellow American citizens are not the enemy. No people group is our enemy. Paul makes the claim in Ephesians that “flesh and blood” are not the enemy at all, but rather the “rulers, authorities, and cosmic powers over this present darkness (Eph. 6). We show radical love to all people. It’s the one command we have as we face this world: Jesus said, “Love one another as I have loved you” (John 13).

I talked with some women after this event, and as we talked it came out that they were Christians, too. Yes, we are united by being American citizens. Yes, we are divided on certain issues and viewpoints. But no matter what, we are brothers and sisters in Christ. Can we look, listen, love, and live differently than this world? Can we show our fellow people a better way forward? We stand together forever in Christ; let’s be a witness to the world by starting it now.

Monday, April 29, 2019

In Hope

A park is not the same without the squirrels and the trees
And I am not quite sane without you here right next to me...
I was in graduate school in St. Louis, and my girlfriend (now wife) was finishing her bachelor's degree in Wisconsin. I wrote a lot of poetry then; it was one of the ways I dealt with my longing and desire to be with her. I wasn't always the most eloquent in person, and I can struggle to communicate my feelings in the moment; poetry provided me the opportunity to express something deeper, more profound.

As I looked out my dorm room window into a park filled with overgrown oaks and squirrels, I told her I would write a poem about squirrels. I was meaning it to be funny, but when I started to write, it became a more serious poem about how I felt less than whole when I was not with her.

Now I know what it means to not be whole
Missing a piece, like the grave misses its soul
I'm a body buried beneath a sea of sand
Waiting for you to dig me out and take my hand
I'll stand, and wait, for you, in hope...


I was not a mature person at 22; I didn't have life figured out. I only had the faintest idea of what "love" was. But that is all you need. The faintest idea. And that is the beauty of poetry- it can help you see a faint picture, far ahead of where you are now. And it can lead you into a different place. It can strengthen you as you struggle to make sense of what you are going through. It can empower and enable you to endure the worst life has to throw your way.

I was reflecting on Zechariah 9:12, where it is written, "Return to your fortress, O prisoners of hope." Hope is a powerful thing. Hope is what makes us human- the will to fight and strive and push forward in what appears to be a meaningless and cruel world. We all are prisoners of hope: we cannot escape finding hope even when we are desperate. What are young lovers, other than prisoners of hope? What are lonely widows, other than prisoners of hope? We have to try so hard to crush our will to keep on keeping on. But there is no better place to be than imprisoned with hope. Hope is what can spring us free from despair, anxiety, anger, brokenness. Hope is what can push us forward to the places and people waiting for us.

Then I'll know what it means to be whole
Like the beautiful unity between body and soul
Like the land and sea colliding, mixing on the shore
I'll dance with you, I'll be with you forevermore.
But for now, I'll stand
But for now, I'll wait
But for now, I'll live
In hope.

When I wrote this poem, I was focused on my own situation, awaiting my first love and being married to her. I look back in fondness to these words, and I now think of my mother, who has lost her husband. She is yearning for her love much more deeply than I could have imagined comprehending at 22 years old. These words are for her, too. In my youthful love, I stumbled upon a picture of love that endures. I stumbled upon a reality that is not just for me. I walked into a bigger story, one that might just speak to you, too. A picture that might cast a ray of light into the dark and murky waters of your future.

Like a squirrel burying an acorn in Concordia Park, poetry is meant to sustain us for just a little while. But instead we leave it in our hearts, and it takes root, and it grows into an oak tree which keeps us and countless others going. Prisoners of hope, forever freed.

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

No one else


Someone else can pen a prettier poem,
Another can build a sturdier home.
But no one else can write this line,
It is no other’s- it is mine.

Someone else can love their wife,
Another can have a fuller life.
But no one else can write this line,
It is no other’s- it is mine.

Someone else can do more to bless,
Another can raise sons with more success.
But no one else can write this line,
It is no other’s- it is mine.

Someone else can have a better year,
Another can create a bigger career.
But no one else can write this line,
It is no other’s- it is mine.

Someone else can write great books,
Another can have finer looks.
Someone else can have more love and grace,
More joy and hope upon his face.
But no one else can write this line,
It is no other’s- it is mine.

No one else can hold my line tight,
No one else can fight my fight.
No one else can run my race,
No one else can wear my face.
No one else can let it go,
No one else will ever know
What it is to live like me
Unless you live your life:
                                         Go- live free.

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Holy Week Haiku

Holy Week Haiku
To share simply, profoundly,
The cross message, H O P E.

Maundy Thursday:
Don't reject service.
Jesus is not your genie. 
His service starts yours.

Good Friday:
God gave up glory,
The tree of life has been found,
Bloody, cross of death.

Easter Sunday:
Go to the gravesite;
Hell won the fight, lost the war.
Hope is yours, now go.

Experience more:
Listen, pray, watch with others,
Go to church. Yes, you.

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Thursday, April 11, 2019

You Are There

kat j on unsplash, child cryingI am my father's son
Same frame, same race to run
I'll look back when I'm done
And know you were there.

Why did you give me life?
To subject me to strife?
This pain cuts like a knife
But I know you are there.

My short days are fleeting
Time left with heart beating
This knowledge- unseating
But I know you are there.

I need you Lord, to save
My mansion is a grave
You know I am not brave
But I know you are there.

You are there- in weakness
You are there- in trials
You are there- in heartache
You are there- in grief
You are there- through it all
Immanuel- with us
You are the God who is there.

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

H O M E

How did you draw me out, my love?

How did you set my heart free and capture me at the same time?

How did you give me a safe space full of suspense?

Not even a quarter of my life, but the immense amount of memories threatens to dislodge everything that came before you. I have found meaning and purpose in you and with you, something that never existed before that warm night in June. I experienced a fire that was life-giving, warming my soul and lighting the way before us.


You have become home.

You have become family.

Years of wandering, and I found you.

Years together, and we have each other.

No fancy mansion; just two broken and weary-worn parents with love and coffee.

We have become parents.

The next generation lies in our hands and wets our bed.

We are driving through Colorado, staring at stone faces, waking up with Hank the cow-dog. We are smashing roaches, birthing babies, moving. Always moving. Seven times moving. We are living Saturday mornings at farmer’s markets, walking downtown, leading our sons through the parks of childhood. We are living.


And we pause for a second, to look back.

Every step seemed to take so long and demand so much time, care, and attention.

But look how far we’ve come.

We have become a man and a woman.

We have become a husband and a wife.

We have become one.


We have become a home.











Let's Offer a Different Politic to the World

I recently went to a local “town hall” meeting, where the area representatives presented what has been going on in Washington, DC, and fi...