Message given at Durham Friends Meeting, January 7, 2017
Did you have a good Christmas? Were there any surprises?
The first Christmas must have come as a surprise to nearly everyone. It was surely a surprise to Mary and Joseph, and then to those who knew them to discover that Mary was pregnant, and then to others who came to Bethlehem to celebrate the birth: kings and shepherds. I don’t suppose many of those people knew quite what to expect. What new era was being ushered in? What would be asked of us?
And ever since Christmas comes round each year. We have a little more forewarning; we know it’s coming. What do we expect? What will be asked of us in this new era? How will we keep Christmas in our hearts? To what purpose will we use the annual celebration of Christmas?
This past Christmas season, I found myself very struck by the passages in Isaiah where the birth of the Messiah is foretold. We heard these words at the opening of the Lessons and Carols service we held on December 24. These passages in Isaiah are presented to us as if we should not have been so surprised by the birth of Jesus. It was all foretold by the prophet Isaiah.
Here are the familiar words of Isaiah, from Chapter 9, verses 6 & 7:
6 For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace. 7 Of the increase of his government and peace there shall be no end, upon the throne of David, and upon his kingdom, to order it, and to establish it with judgment and with justice from henceforth even for ever. The zeal of the Lord of hosts will perform this.
That sounds like the coming of a king doesn’t it, a mighty ruler who will bring peace and prosperity. And then there are these words from Chapter 11, verses 1-3, then a bit from 4:
11 And there shall come forth a rod out of the stem of Jesse, and a Branch shall grow out of his roots: 2 And the spirit of the Lord shall rest upon him, the spirit of wisdom and understanding, the spirit of counsel and might, the spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the Lord; 3 And shall make him of quick understanding in the fear of the Lord: … 4 But with righteousness shall he judge the poor, and reprove with equity for the meek of the earth.
All this suggests a wise and just ruler. And then there are verses 6 to 9 we read, too:
6 The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them. 7 And the cow and the bear shall feed; their young ones shall lie down together: and the lion shall eat straw like the ox. 8 And the sucking child shall play on the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put his hand on the cockatrice’ den. 9 They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain: for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the Lord, as the waters cover the sea.
My goodness, what a promise. Lie back and enjoy it because here come the good times. Those good times, those peaceful and just times have been promised to us.
Wisdom and justice and a remarkable peace – “the wolf shall dwell with the lamb.” And “the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the Lord, as the waters cover the sea.” What a promise! Is that what you expected? Is that the promise of Christmas?
Is that what you got for Christmas? I didn’t.
I woke up with the same President, I woke up with the same Congress, I woke up with the same war in Afghanistan we’ve been fighting for more than 16 years. I woke up with troops still fighting in Iraq as they have since 2003. I woke up with the world still on the brink of nuclear war with North Korea, and perhaps Iran. I woke up with rising inequality and falling life expectancy in the U.S.. I woke up with mass shootings a common occurrence. I woke up with widespread anger and cynicism.
This is not “the leopard lying down with the kid.” This is not “the cow and the bear” feeding together; “their young ones lying down together.” This is not “the lion” eating “straw like the ox.” This is not “righteousness.” This is not “equity for the meek.”
What’s going on here? Did we not receive what we were promised? Were we cheated on Christmas day?
One possibility, of course, is that Isaiah (whoever he was) just doesn’t know what he’s talking about. It’s just the ramblings of a fool — or maybe fake news. But if that’s so, we shouldn’t pay those passages any mind. We shouldn’t read them at Christmastime or give them any weight at all. That’s one possibility.
A second possibility is that we’re the fools. We just don’t understand. Isaiah is faithfully reporting the absolutely truthful, inerrant word of God, and we just don’t get it. I don’t know about you, but I surely know I may be a fool. But if I’m a fool on this, it really doesn’t help me at all. If what he’s saying is the whole and literal truth, I simply don’t understand what Isaiah is saying, and no amount of head scratching or prayer is going to help me. So that isn’t a helpful possibility.
There’s a third possibility that I like better than either of these first two. Maybe Isaiah is on to something. He sees the possibility and he tries to tell us about it in a prophecy, but it’s so new and so surprising that he really doesn’t quite understand it. So what he says isn’t exactly right. It’s important, and we should hear it, but what he says isn’t the whole of the matter, the last and complete word.
I want to add here that I think this is more or less what happens in our worship together. Someone rises to speak out of the silence. What they say is important and truthful, but it isn’t perfect and whole. It’s a message we all need to hear, and yet it needs something added – more to be added, or greater clarity. One message adds to another.
And so it is with the Isaiah passage, I think. It tells us something, but there’s more to be heard. It isn’t the last word on what to expect of Christmas.
The Gospel stories of Jesus’s birth, the ones in Matthew and Luke, add something of that something more. But even added to the Isaiah prophecy they don’t tell us the whole truth – or even the half of it. Like Isaiah, Matthew and Luke’s accounts of Jesus’s birth make us think a new, more-powerful-than-ever, completely just ruler has been born. And with that new all-powerful, all just ruler we’ll all be on easy street, easy-peasy, peace and justice for all without our even having to get up off the couch and stop eating Christmas cookies.
What happens after Christmas is the real jaw-dropping part of the story. We all know that. Jesus doesn’t turn out to be what we think of when we think of all-powerful, all-just rulers. He’s a carpenter’s son, an itinerant preacher/story-teller. He hangs out with low-lifes of all kinds, living off of handouts and who-knows-what. He enrages the authorities, both the Jewish and the Roman authorities. And he ends up being put to death in a most shaming way.
Who expected that? Not Isaiah. Not the Magi, I don’t expect. Not the shepherds. .
Even at this late date I think it’s difficult for us to take in what a surprise is marked by the birth of this person Jesus.
In this person Jesus, God asks to live a completely different life than what people had thought was proper.
Jesus taught us all this through parables and odd sermons, but mostly through example. He taught it through an example that led to his crucifixion even though he knew well in advance that this was where the road led.
So what does that mean for the Isaiah prophecy – the puzzling Isaiah prophecy?
Simply this. If we are to celebrate the Prince of Peace, we must keep His memory alive and live by His example
If we are to have righteousness and peace and justice, now and forevermore, WE will have to make it so. We will have to live by this new way of living that Jesus taught.
Isaiah didn’t see that coming, I think that’s clear). He saw a beautiful possibility, but he didn’t quite see it right. But two millennia later it’s been shown to be abundantly clear.
We have to do it ourselves. As people say, “God has no hands but ours.” If we don’t like the world we find the day after Christmas, it’s up to us to fix it.
God has no other hands but ours. And for this we should be grateful.
Message given at Durham Friends Meeting, November 26, 2017
We had a lovely Thanksgiving at our house. Robbie is home from Westtown for the week, and Ellen’s Mom is with us for two months. On Thursday, we gathered with family and friends and gave thanks. I hope you did, too. But you know what? Suddenly it’s the Christmas season.
One strict rule we have at our house: no Christmas music until after Thanksgiving. But after the big meal, after the dishes are washed, it’s Christmastime. Out goes the orange and brown; in comes the green and red. There’s a rapid change in the decorations. And there’s Christmas music for several weeks.
We love the Christmas story, and it seems like everyone does. For several weeks already, the two Hallmark TV channels have been playing nothing but feel-good Christmas movies. All over town, all over America people are festooning their streets, their stores, their homes with reminders of Christmas and the Christmas story. What should we make this? Of all the stories in the Bible, we pay the most attention to the Christmas story. We hardly pay attention to any others, isn’t that right? What’s going on here? Maybe we love the beginning but not the end.
The Bible as Stories. I‘ve come to look at the Bible as largely a collection of stories for spiritual reflection. The Bible isn’t book of do’s and don’t’s. (No it is not.) It’s a book of spiritually charged stories to puzzle over. Few of them are easy. Almost none of them have simple morals. Nearly all of the Hebrew Testament consists of stories about the Israelites trying and failing to be faithful, what God does about that, and how the Israelites try to get back into God’s good graces. Then the New Testament has four parallel stories about the life, ministry and death of a man called Jesus. He doesn’t live to be very old, he invites controversy by telling parables (little stories) that are provocative and hard to understand, and then he dies a disturbing death.
In our minds, those four parallel stories begin with the Christmas story, the story of Jesus’s miracle birth. We remember it as a big celebration that starts out with a few things going wrong and ends with everything going right.
At the beginning we have the unplanned, unwed pregnancy, angels whispering strange things to people, the prospect of shame, then the traveling for days, the hard time finding a place to give stay, and finally the indignity of having to give birth in a dirty, drafty stable. Then at the end we have a gigantic star, a successful birth, a huge party with angels and shepherds and sheep and cows and goats and chickens and mysterious robed kings, gifts that insure wealth, and hosannas and hallelujahs. It’s a story of a triumphant beginning of a life that promises no end of glory and good things. Isn’t that how we remember and celebrate it? It’s how it’s lodged in my mind, but I also know that’s not quite right.
Contradictions in the Christmas Story. For one thing, only two of the Gospels have any Christmas story at all. The gospels of Mark and John both begin the story with John the Baptist baptizing Jesus as an adult. There is no Christmas story, not like the one we are about to celebrate for a month. We’re told nothing of Jesus’s birth or childhood.
For another thing, the two Christmas stories (the one on Matthew and the one in Luke) are superficially similar but they really don’t agree with one another in the details. We smush them together to make them agree. For example,
Well, there are lots of contradictions in Bible stories. Do these inconsistent details matter? Maybe, maybe not, but that depends on what we take from the Christmas story.
Born-of-a-God Stories. One of our difficulties making sense of the Christmas story is that this is the only born-of-a-God story we know. We think it’s unique, this Mary-made-pregnant-by-the-Holy-Ghost bit. We don’t realize that born-of-a-God stories were quite common in Jesus’s time. Not among the Israelites (they didn’t tell stories like that). But among the Egyptians, among the Greeks, among the Romans, and among all the other religious groups that populated the fertile land between Persia and Egypt born-of-a-God stories were quite common.
Remember that Achilles, one of the heroes of the Iliad, had Thetis as his mother, a goddess. (She had fallen in love with a mortal.) The Greek god Zeus had any number of children by mortal women, Perseus and Heracles and Dionysus. Alexander the Great claimed he was descended from a god. Augustus Caesar, ruler of Rome while Jesus lived, claimed to be the son of a God. So did the Caesars who followed. So just think how upsetting it might be to the powers-that-be for the followers of Jesus to claim he was the true Son of God. That was a direct challenge to the Roman Empire: that’s one thing to notice.
Strange Silence. Here’s something else. After the Christmas stories in Matthew and Luke, there is never any mention of the Jesus’s birth in the Gospels or in the rest of the New Testament for that matter. It’s as if everyone forgot about that miracle birth. No one ever says to Jesus, “Aren’t you that guy that was born under a gigantic star?” Or “aren’t you the one the Magi came and showered gifts on? Whatever became of all that gold? Do you have a trust fund?” Or even, “wow, you must be the real deal! I remember what a fuss the angels made about your birth. That was amazing!”
Not a word. If no one in the Bible remembers, why do we make such a deal out of it? The collective amnesia is all the more surprising when we remember that the Gospels are full of hints and suggestions and confusions about whether Jesus really is the Son of God. Wouldn’t this have clinched it, if someone had just said: “Remember the amazing birth, the Magi and the angels and all that?”
Family and Gifts. So what’s the message? If we take the Christmas story all by itself, one thing we find in it is the importance of family. After all, it’s one of the few genuine family stories in the Bible, parents and children together. We tend to think of the Christmas story as being about generosity and gift giving. Joseph did make a family with Mary, the innkeeper did find room in a stable however humble, and the Magi did travel long distances to offer gifts. So we gather as families and give gifts in celebration.
Charles Dickens artful telling of A Christmas Carol perfectly captures these family and giving threads. But Jesus doesn’t make an appearance in A Christmas Carol. We can take Christmas as a family and gift giving celebration if we want and many do. But if we do we’ve pulled it completely out of the Bible and made it a standalone story.
After their Christmas stories, both the Gospels of Matthew and Luke tell the story of Jesus’s baptism by John the Baptist. And remember that’s where the Gospels of Mark and John both begin. Maybe that’s the true beginning of the stories of Jesus. Who knows where this man comes from, but John the Baptist, a special person, sees him as special. And so begins Jesus’s ministry with its ending both tragic and triumphant.
So why these two added Christmas stories? Maybe the Christmas stories in Matthew and Luke were added later to foreshadow what was to come. Starting a gospel with Jesus’s miracle birth makes the story one that begins in glory and ends in glory, even if there are painful moments at both ends along the way. If other important people had child-of-a-God aspects to their biography, then the Christian hero would as well. Is that it? Is that why it seems so tacked on?
Now Comes Something Different. For me here are some other takeaways from the Christmas story — beyond family and gifts.
This Jesus that is born in glory turns out to be completely different from anyone else who has a “born-of-a-God” beginning. Those others were garden-variety heroes, strong warriors, born to rule and to dominate others. Those others (Achilles, Alexander, Augustus) become powerful. They dominated others. They had the ‘right stuff’. Now in Jesus we have something completely different. Strength is turning the other cheek. Love, not power is the major chord. Peace seeking, humility and simplicity are the order of the day.
For me, it’s not possible to understand the Christmas story without thinking about the other stories about Jesus that the Gospels tell, the stories after the Christmas story. These are stories that challenge us to live a different life.
Every so often you read a story about a guy who seemed to have everything: smarts and charm and wealth, and then it all goes bad. Everything sours. He ends up without friends, in prison, and finally he’s executed. Maybe he was guilty of something, maybe he wasn’t. But he’s forgotten soon after the news story. So sad, we say.
Jesus’s story is like that. It starts in glory and ends in execution. Only we’re not supposed to think ‘so sad’. When Jesus dies, he is ushering in something completely different; he triumphs. But he triumphs only if we follow the new way: the way of love and forgiveness. We certainly won’t see that surprising triumph if we only remember the first part of the story, the part in which he is born having it all, a good family, wealth and adoration. It’s what happens next that really matters. So stay tuned. Can we make the new way triumph?
And Merry Christmas everyone.
Message given at Durham Friends Meeting, August 20, 2017
The last few times I’ve stood here and given a message, I’ve talked about things I didn’t know. I’ve shared my ignorance with you. Just a year ago “I’m With Stupid” was the title of my message. Back in June, I asked “What Are We Doing Here?” I wasn’t at all sure I knew the answer to that question.
Today I’m back at sharing my ignorance with you. I want to talk about Sin: what it is, why it matters, how we avoid it. I certainly can’t stand here and tell you I’m completely ignorant of sin. I have seven full decades of personal experience of sin. But I’m still not sure I know how best to think about it. So today I’m sharing my wonderings and confusions because I want to invite you into thinking about these questions, too.
First, a story. An old New Englander named Norm, a man of few words, came home from Church one Sunday and there in the yard next door was his friend, Alvin. Alvin asked Norm, what did the preacher talk about today? “Sin” said Norm. What did he say about it, asked Alvin. “He’s agin it,” said Norm. And went into the house.
“He’s agin it.” So are we all, against sin, aren’t we? Every last one of us, aren’t we? But do we know what it is? How do we know it when we see it? What’s the core essence of sinfulness? I don’t know. I’ll say that right off. It’s tempting to say we just know what it is when we see it. But if we all know what it is, and we’re all agin it, why do we ever do it? This is where my confusion begins, where I realize just how little I know about important things.
What Is Sin, Really? I’ve read a fair amount of theology about sin. It’s a whole field of study in seminaries. Hamartiology. That’s the four-bit word for it. I wish I could tell you I’d benefitted greatly from reading such theology, but that wouldn’t be an honest statement.
Mostly I’ve learned that sin is “transgressing God’s rules” OR that sin is “missing the mark.” Fair enough. But not really helpful. What are the rules I should follow? What is the mark I’m aiming at? What does it look like when I hit the mark? What does it look like when I miss? I don’t want a treatise on the philosophy of sin. I want a drivers manual for my soul.
So What Are the Rules? So consider sin as “Transgressing God’s rules.” What are the rules, anyway?
There are simply loads of rules in the Bible. Especially in the book of Leviticus. 613 by one famous count from the 3d century. Is sin a matter of breaking one of those rules? Few of us think that’s the case today.
Then there’s that famous list of ten in the book of Exodus: the Ten Commandments. Are these they key rules, the key list of sins? Maybe.
But – and I’m just speaking for myself — I don’t worry too much about violating the Ten Commandments. Perhaps I should but I don’t. I don’t wrestle with whether I’m going to commit murder or theft or worship graven images. It’s other things.
In public discussions, here’s what the world talks about with regard to sin. How about Gambling? Drug use? Use of Alcohol? Extramarital sex? Same-sex sexual attraction? Abortion? Divorce?
Does sin have any bearing on who I should vote for to represent me in Congress or to be Governor? Does sin enter into what I think about healthcare or immigration or taxes? I don’t think there are any bright lines about these things
Here, in contrast, are the things I worry about. Is it a sin if I maneuver my grocery cart in front of yours at the supermarket checkout? Is it a sin if I walk in late to Meeting? Is it a sin if I mentally roll my eyes at something you just said? Is it a sin if I don’t listen to you as carefully as I could? The Ten Commandments don’t seem to help with these.
Authoritative lists of sin always seem arbitrary and self-serving to me. They often seem laced with old, human prejudice. I don’t hear God in those lists. Perhaps you don’t either.
Are We Really Concerned About Sin? Maybe we just aren’t too concerned about sin. I’ve been thinking about the kinds of things we speak about during Joys and Concerns. As I think over the concerns we speak about with one another, they’re mostly concerns about bad things that happen to one of us. Or bad things that happen to family members, or to friends. Bad things like cancer or broken bones or despair.
We don’t say much if anything about bad things we’ve done or bad things we are tempted to do to others. The bad things we do: that’s sin, isn’t it? And yet we don’t seem to talk about things like that.
“Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,” Jesus taught us to pray, but we seem to live in places where that isn’t a concern we have. Have we gotten beyond sin? Do we no longer believe in the idea of sin? It’s not a term we use very much – if at all.
One reason I come to Meeting, maybe the most important reason, is that I know I am capable of bad things: irritability, certainly. Selfishness. Narrow-mindedness. Greed. Pettiness. I know I need help with these things, from you, my friends, and from God. Do these words mean the same thing as sin?
When Ellen and I married, I promised to be “unto [her], with divine assistance, a loving and faithful husband as long as we both shall live.” With divine assistance: isn’t that a recognition that I need help with sin? Isn’t that a prayer to “lead me not into temptation?” As the tax collector says in Luke 18:13, ‘God, have mercy on me, a sinner.’
So I’m concerned about sin and maybe you are, too.
Why, Then, Don’t We Use the Word Much Any More? The frequency with which the word “sin” was used in English hit a peak around 1800 and has been in decline ever since. I imagine this decline has been at least as steep among Quakers as among others. Why is that?
“Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth.” Those words from the hymn we sang this morning are a hundred years old. (Great is Thy Faithfulness) Perhaps we’ve just grown uncomfortable with the word “sin.” Perhaps we want to talk about the same idea but using different words. What words? What’s our new lingo about sin?
Misbehavior. Wrongdoing. Crimes. Misdemeanors. High crimes and misdemeanors. Prejudice. We talk of people being mean or naughty, petty or annoying. We use these terms, don’t we? Do they mean the same thing as sin?
Just as often we talk as if we really don’t believe in sin – or even in bad behavior. “Don’t be judgmental,” we say. “Everything happens for a reason.” “Do your own thing.” “Be yourself,” we’re encouraged. But if “I’m myself,” isn’t that just giving in to sin? Don’t I want to be better than I often am? Isn’t that the mark I’m aiming at?
Aren’t there some behaviors that should be condemned and avoided? If so, how do we know what they are? What is sin, anyway?
Can We Get Beyond Lists? Here’s one reason I don’t find lists of sins helpful. I ask myself, Are the items on the list sins because God says so? (And if so, how do I know God says so?) Is sinfulness a matter of God playing ‘Simon Says’ with humans? God says go! God says stop eating shellfish. Or are items on the list for some deeper reason that I should really be trying to understand?
Is there logic to what God asks us to do and not to do? If so, what is that deeper reason? What is the sinfulness of sin? What is the common thread?
When I was eight or nine, one bitter cold winter afternoon towards dinnertime I opened all the mailboxes on our street. Probably I was just bored. Maybe I thought I was helping the mailman: tomorrow he won’t have to open the boxes to put in the mail. After I came in, my parents made me go out and close them again. I felt aggrieved. Why didn’t you tell me that wasn’t OK? Why don’t you just tell me all the rules? That’s silly isn’t it?
Jesus himself skewers the list approach to sins when he’s asked by the Pharisees “which is the greatest commandment?” It’s a trap, of course.
“37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” (Matthew 22:37)
So Jesus puts love first as the greatest commandment: loving God and loving others. If sin is the opposite of that, then isn’t sin a matter of loving oneself more than loving God or loving oneself more than one’s neighbors?
We all have that tendency, don’t we: excessive love of self. Our perceptions are slanted to favor what we want. They are biased in our favor. Anyone who goes to a sports contest knows that. When the referee makes an important call, half the audience is outraged and half thinks the call is simple justice. It takes divine assistance to get beyond that, doesn’t it?
I’m sure that’s too simple: sin as selfishness. Selfishness – in all its clever, self-serving disguises – certainly is sinful. But I’m sure that’s too simple, isn’t it?
Message delivered at Durham Friends Meeting, June 4, 2017
“What are we doing here?”
I wrote those words on a sheet of paper a few hours after I agreed to bring today’s message. I don’t really know where they came from. My spiritual life is often like that: suddenly there’s a little bit of something on my mind, and I’m tugging at it trying to unravel a knot. The unraveling often takes several days or even weeks. So here I am unraveling in front of you.
What are we doing here? For me, the question brings back memories of “Do we have to go?” That’s a question from my childhood – one more often thought to myself than asked out loud. I knew that it wasn’t up to me. But now that it is up to me, “What are we doing here?” I think, is the grown-up version of that childhood question.
So what are we doing here?
We come from many directions, from miles away, from many different starting points, each Sunday morning. With my family on First Days, I drive by a Baptist Church and a Presbyterian church in Topsham, drive by the newly planted Hope Church on Pleasant Street in Brunswick, pass close by a Unitarian Universalist, an Episcopalian, and a Roman Catholic Church, and then drive 10 minutes further to be here, a little brick Quaker Church off by itself in Durham.
Probably all of us drive by a variety of other churches to get here.
Quakers have been worshipping on this site since the American Revolution. This part of Maine was an area of settlement for Quaker farmers. This was the Meeting they established. There has been an officially recognized Quaker Meeting here since 1790. This particular building has been here since 1829. There are a lot of memories in these walls.
Maybe a few of us are here in part because of a lifelong family tradition. But most of us aren’t descended from those early Quaker settlers in the lower mid-coast. Probably a comfortable majority of us weren’t born Quakers at all. In Quaker parlance, most of us are not “birthright;” we’re “convinced” Friends.
That’s an odd word to use. Convinced of what? That’s not an easy question to answer. Any of you visiting today or new to us should know that there is a pretty broad spectrum of beliefs among us. Here at Durham Meeting, like at most Quaker Meetings, we do not bind ourselves to any creed or formal statement of belief.
Many of us describe ourselves as seekers. We know there are important questions and we’re looking for answers. We’re pretty sure there’s a truth deep down at the heart of things, but we also know it is elusive and difficult to pin down in words. It is not something that can be captured by a creed. Spiritual or divine things aren’t like that. We’re here because we’re trying to gain some understanding – anything – of the truth we dimly perceive deep down at the heart of things.
So what are we doing here?
A few months ago, the Quaker blogger Chuck Fager put a Quaker FAQ on his blog. (Answers to Frequently Asked Questions; that’s an FAQ). One of the questions was this: Q.: Can You Sum Up Quakerism In Only Two Paragraphs? And here’s his answer.
About 360 years ago in England, God had an idea. He (or She) wanted a group of people to come together and do some special pieces of God’s work, in some particular ways. So when a man named George Fox climbed up a place called Pendle Hill, God called to him and showed him that there was “a great people to be gathered” there, to do that particular work, in those particular ways.
That “people” or group was the Religious Society of Friends, the Quakers. It appeared because God gathered it, to do some particular work, in the particular ways we’re supposed to do it. (What we call the Testimonies are part of this work; but only part.) We’re not done yet, and God’s not done with us, and that’s why Quakers are still around.
Fager takes Quakers to be a movement, people who are called to some particular work. He’s telling us we’re here because we’ve joined the movement. We’re here to do work, work like advancing the Quaker testimonies of Simplicity, Peace, Integrity, Community, Equality, and Stewardship of the Earth.
I was struck by Fager’s answer. It’s appealing but it isn’t what I would have said at all. Those testimonies are important to me, but they’re not what brings me to Quaker Meeting each week. I understand why he can see it that way, and I know he isn’t alone in seeing Quakerism in that way. But it isn’t how I see Quakerism. I’d sum up the gist of Quakerism in a different way.
For me, Quaker worship is a particular approach to knowing God. It’s a kind of pathway. “Be still and know that I am God.” That’s from Psalm 46. For Quakers, the best way to know God is to settle into silence and listen.
Waiting worship we sometimes call it. This Quaker pathway is one especially suited to seekers. Stilling ourselves to listen, sharing what we learn with one another: that’s a productive pathway to seek those elusive truths deep down at the heart of things.
Why does waiting worship work – for me or anyone else? The answer to that is also my answer to “What are we doing here?” My hunch about why waiting worship works for us is the belief that God is still speaking to us. I believe – and most Quakers believe — that God still has more to say, but to hear it, we have to still ourselves and listen.
We can do this by ourselves, but joined in community we can do better. Together we can hear more and more clearly.
Quakers believe that God is still speaking to us. “Believe,” however doesn’t feel like quite the right word. I know this experientially. In my experience, I find that if I still myself in worship, sometimes God does speak to me. Sometimes it’s a leading; sometimes it’s just a question like “What are we doing here?”
I also find the Quaker pathway – waiting worship – works for me because I need a more active approach to knowing God. I can’t be a spectator. I can’t be part of an audience. It’s better when I put myself wholly into it. I find myself driven away by too many prescribed, ‘authoritative’ words from others. I need a more active approach than reciting creeds or formulas. I prefer silence (at least my own) to saying things prescribed by others that call forth my doubts. In general, ritual is not good for me as a regular practice. In waiting worship, there isn’t much ritual. Every worship service is different.
I have to do the work myself. But I also know it’s also better when I join my efforts with the best efforts of others. Seeking with Friends is better than seeking by myself.
What about all the other pathways? What about all those other churches each of us drives by to come here?
I work from the assumption (and I don’t think I’m alone here) that all who seek God are seeking the same God, whoever or whatever God is.
God is hard to know so people come up with different pathways. That can be awkward, even tense, but, awkward or not, that is the way it is. Trying to simplify knowing God by insisting on one true pathway for everyone leads regularly to trouble. Sometimes even violence, and I know God doesn’t call us to that.
Instead, I think, ‘Because God is difficult to know, of course people have different approaches or practices to help them.’ Because people are different, I don’t see any point in insisting that there is just one best way to know God.
I know the Roman Catholic Mass works well for some people. Monastic life works well for a few. Hymn singing is essential for some. Fasting, the Labyrinth, incense, sacred dance, Bible reading, sweat lodges, even bean suppers: all these work for some.
This is the clearest understanding I have for why people divide into different religious groups even if everyone is seeking the same God. For me, gathering with others in waiting worship is best for me.
That’s why, on First Days, I drive past a Presbyterian Church, a UU Church, an Episcopalian Church, and all those others, to come here to this old brick Meetinghouse in the woods.
So what are we doing here? For you, that’s for you to say. But here’s my answer.
I come as a seeker for the elusive truths deep down at the heart of things.
I come for the answers I often find. But much more, I come for the questions. Questions lead my seeking.
I come for the sense of certainty I find here, the certainty shared among us that there is a truth. And just as much I come for the uncertainty, the recognition that I may never fully grasp that truth but that it is worth the seeking.
I come for the honesty I find here. Words aren’t spoken here just because they are answers we’ve inherited from the past. Words are spoken because they are the best approximation of truth we can find now, today. I come for the freshness.
I come for the words that are shared from everyone and from every corner of this this square meetinghouse set up in the round. Those words often have divine origins. And just as much I come for the stillness and the silence in which I hope to hear God speaking.
Yesterday’s New York Times had a feature article in the Food section on An Icy Portal Into the Small World of Smelt. Written by Dave Sherwood, a resident of Bowdoinham, ME, the article had this lovely picture of Merrymeeting Bay:
Says Sherwood, “The massive sheet of tidal ice atop which our shack sits is fickle and unpredictable. The bottom of the bay is filled with sandbars and rocks and fallen logs over which the ice heaves and falls every six hours with all the grace of a dinner plate tossed down a flight of stairs.”
Merrymeeting Bay is a large freshwater tidal bay into which flow the Androscoggin, Kennebec, Cathance, Muddy, Eastern and Abagadasset Rivers. The continuation of the Kennebec drains it to the ocean. It is quite unlike anything else called a bay. Tides push seawater up into the bay (through a narrow portal called The Chops), but Merrymeeting Bay water is brackish, more fresh than salt. According to the Maine Department of Conservation, “Over 50 species of freshwater fish use the Bay, as well as ten species of anadromous fish, including the rare Atlantic salmon, shortnosed sturgeon and Atlantic sturgeon. At least one rare mussel species inhabits the Bay, and one of the Bay’s small tributaries is the state’s only known location for the redfin pickerel.”
On his blog, Chuck Fager has been doing his best (here, here, here and here) to keep us abreast of the recent controversy at Friends Central School concerning a cancelled invitation to a Palestinian (Sa’ed Atshan, a Swarthmore Professor) who had been invited to speak by a student group, and the suspension of two teachers who have been advisers to that student organization.
I want to say before proceeding that I am a regular reader and fan of Chuck Fager’s blog. Second I want to say that I have stood up often for the right of speakers to speak, even (or especially) speakers with whom I disagree. (See, for example, this and this.)
And third, I want to say I am also a supporter of the BDS Movement, support for which apparently made Sa’ed Atshan unwelcome at Friends Central. (BDS stands for Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions: “The Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions (BDS) movement works to end international support for Israel’s oppression of Palestinians and pressure Israel to comply with international law.”) What Israel is doing in Palestine and to Palestinians is cruel and a threat to peace and justice everywhere, the United States is the main financial, political and military supporter in the world for Israel, and the BDS Movement is the most effective strategy currently going for applying pressure on Israel and the U.S. to pursue a just and lasting peace.
I’m glad Chuck Fager is calling attention to the situation at Friends Central School. I think there are real issues here. But I do not think they are best understood as “free speech” issues, which is how he has been framing them.
Under the United States Constitution (Amendment 1):
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
That commitment is first and properly what we should think about when we speak of “free speech,” but notice that it speaks only of what government can do and cannot do (make no law abridging the freedom of speech). We can get onto wobbly terrain when we extend the meaning of “free speech” to mean that no one, anywhere can restrict speech. One question at issue at Friends Central is whether a school can restrict speech.
When I was a kid, I was occasionally sent to my room or had my mouth washed out with soap (sometimes both), for things I had said. Whatever the justness of those punishments, in no way do I take them to have been free speech issues. My parents, because they were my parents, could put restrictions on what I said. I also believe it is permissible (not necessarily wise) for businesses, social clubs and other organizations to restrict what is said without being guilty of the denial of free speech. The test for free speech is whether the government is implicated in the restriction.
Friends Central is an independent school associated with the Religious Society of Friends (Quakers), not the government. I believe a k-12 school should properly place some restrictions on who can speak, about what, when and where. A student who was regularly and loudly disruptive in a classroom ought to be subject to some restriction or discipline, for example. Proscribing disrespectful language anywhere in a school is something a school might properly consider. Etc. A good school will have as few such restrictions as possible, and will try to promote respectful, truth-seeking speech more through norms and customs than through compulsion, but that isn’t to say that any use of authority to prevent speech is a denial of free speech. Such a use of authority may be unwise, but that is a different matter.
The better question in this instance is whether Friends Central was right or wise to restrict speech in this instance. That’s an important question but a different one than a free speech question.
As someone who believes that the issues in play in Israel/Palestine are among the most important issues of our time, I would want Friends Central students to have an opportunity to learn about BDS and the circumstances that have given rise to it. Sa’ed Atshan appears to be well qualified to speak about these matters. In saying this, I’m making a judgment as an outsider. At Friends Central, those in positions of responsibility would have had to make judgments about whether this was a speaker the school should invite.
Whose responsibility is that at Friends Central? I don’t know, and I’m sure Friends Central is reviewing their policy on such matters as this crisis smolders.
Typically, colleges and universities have quite decentralized arrangements for extending invitations to speakers, and they should. Different academic departments and various student groups all are likely to have the right and responsibility to extend invitations. Once made, the college should stand behind that invitation even if its senior leadership wished the invitation had never been made. At Earlham, I remember well a tough week when a student group had invited Malik Zulu Shabazz, then head of the New Black Panther Party, to speak. I considered Shabazz a racist and an anti-Semite, but because he had been properly invited, I stood up for his appearance and worked to make it happen as smoothly as possible.
How about a Quaker k-12 school like Friends Central? Who is authorized to extend invitations to speak there? How decentralized is that authority. The situation is different than a college because younger students are involved. I don’t know what’s proper at a school like Friends Central in extending speaking invitations. But the answer certainly isn’t ‘anyone can.’ Did the two teachers have that authority? Did they know whether they did or not? Those are questions on my mind.
Once the invitation had been extended, what was the school’s best response? That’s an easier one. I think it would have been better to stand by that invitation. But not because it’s a free speech issue. Rather, it’s an issue around judgment and good education.