Dissident Discipleship

I’ve been reading this book and I commend it to you. It describes a progression of belief that I’d like to lift up to you, to see if it resonates at all. The book focuses on what the author calls “polarities” of discipleship defined thusly:

  • monopolar – self orientation “holiness of the moment and the person”
  • bipolar – acknowledgiong God as the “other” who introduces humility into the equation – reflective discipleship
  • tripolar – bringing in the other in humanity into the equation, recognizing that our experience of God is defined in our love for other people

All three are lifted up as pieties that we can see out in the world and tripolar spirituality if hailed as the most completely biblical and faithful example. The Anabaptists are given as the main modern adherents of this kind of spirituality (if you want a glimpse of what tripolar spirituality would look like in action, think of the Amish response to the man who came in and killed the schoolgirls in Pennsylvania. That is defining love for God in love for others) and he had once taught at a Mennonite seminary.

He proposes the following sentences as indicative of the progression into and through the various polarities:

  • I believe the story of Jesus
  • I believe in Jesus
  • I believe Jesus
  • I believe what Jesus believed

How many of these can you lay claim to?
How do you understand the statements as they reflect your life, your behavior, your hopes for the future?

God of life and light, let us see. Let us see you in all that we do. Let us hear you in our voice as we proclaim your salvation. Let us know and welcome you as we have been known and welcomed.

Published in:  on September 26, 2007 at 6:31 am Leave a Comment

Christian does not mean schmuck

A man in the neighborhood had a confrontation with one of the preschool teachers the other day. I was in my office so she brought him to me for some resolution of the issue. He was agitated and was seeking to use our playground for his children as he has in the past. That is not out of hand, but preschool was still in session and we couldn’t allow anyone onto the playground because we have a responsibility to the parents of our kids to provide a controlled environment.

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The thrust of his argument seem to be that since we were “in the business of saving souls” (actual quote) that we should be more open and welcoming. I interpreted this as “if you were “really” a Christian, you’d let me have my way.” (my interpretation) Hackles raised instantly.

In one form or another I have heard this argument and I am getting quite tired of it. A child raised in a Christian home pulls it on her mother when she cannot handle her children. “A Christian would take her from me and raise her!” she shouts.

In this case, a wealthy man (he lives in a very nice neighborhood) seeks a relatively private playground for his children and he doesn’t want to pay for it. There is a public park less than a mile away but he prefers our place. His taxes pay for the city park, but he wants access to ours for free. Unless I cave to his demands, he accuses me of being un-Christian. And he says he’s got 12 years of parochial school to tell him what Christian behavior is. (I really wanted to tell him to go and try playing on a Catholic playground) therefore he knows better than I do how I should behave.

Do I need to mention that I was practically shaking with anger at this time? Not proud of it, it’s just true. I just have a hard time having patience with people who seem to deliberately try and manipulate me on the basis of my patience.

Message to the outside world: We are not stupid. We love Christ and we are striving to love you no matter what. But we are not going to let that stop us from standing up to abuse or scorn or worse, manipulation and deceit. We will share but sharing is not always giving outright. We have a right to live also, and to care about ourselves and to have hope for ourselves and for that to sometimes not include you.

Gracious Lord, make us gracious. Empower us to give but not to be taken. We are taken away by you and you alone. Let us now give knowing that we have all that we need.

Published in:  on September 17, 2007 at 8:47 am Comments (4)

on children and friendship

I could be wrong, but I seem to remember a time when you were almost expected to have your children’s parents be your friends to some extent or another. You ran into them all the time, you had at least one thing in common, you raised money together for school trips etc.

A couple of things have brought this to mind and I was wondering what people thought about it. I, of course, have my own ideas which I’ll share, but feel free to rip ‘em up if you need to.

One instance has to do with some people we met during the past year. Our daughter and theirs struck up a friendship (Caitlyn is very social, she has no fear of a playground scene in which she comes up and asks “would you like to play with me?”) which was continued over and over at the park right next door, it resulted in a sleep over at their house and the promise of reciprocation and future get-togethers.

And then it stopped. Not from our side, in fact each time we turned the corner into our neighborhood, Caitlyn would ask me to look over and tell her if her friend was home. If I saw both cars in the driveway we’d go home and call the house to see if there could be a play-date at the park or some such meeting. I don’t think I ever got directly through but rather had to leave a message inviting the girl and her family over for dinner, to the park, for a sleepover, various different possibilities for letting the kids play.

Honestly I was also looking forward to making friends that had nothing to do with church. At some level it was nice to think that I’d have a friend that I didn’t have to be “pastor” for all the time. But more than that it became troubling to me when almost none of the invitations was even responded to, let alone accepted and each time Caitlyn asked me to see if her “friend” was at home, I began to lie and say that she wasn’t. I wasn’t able to come up with an explanation for a four-year-old about how sometimes people aren’t there for you when you need them, let alone at all.

Now I’m not without understanding about how summer days can get packed with events and family. If you can’t make it, the you can’t make it and that’s okay. But I guess that it is the fact that if their daughter had even half of the interest in seeing Caitlyn that Caitlyn felt, then it seems curious that nothing was done about it. But I try (and admittedly fail) to make sure that the appropriate phone call is made, that the people who are waiting for a call get one.
I don’t know how this all came about, but it bothers me that people can be so fickle, or such slackers when it comes to the lives of their children. I’m pretty devoted, as far as parents go, and it would never occur to me to inhibit in any way Caitlyn’s possibilities of having a happy life. I’d do anything, even call in what has turned out to be a fruitless exercise.

The other thing that brought this to mind was just odd, rather than being troubling. Caitlyn has a friend from preschool whose class is right next to hers in kindergarten (curiously, so does the girl from the previous question). One day they asked if they could have a play date over at our house and I said sure. I can easily work from homeand I had no visits scheduled that afternoon so I spent it cleaning up behind the two girls. They had fun, so did I, it was good.

I couldn’t believe how many times they thanked me for doing it. Somehow an afternoon about the kids turned into a favor to the parents and they offered again and again to return the favor, to me.

I thought it was about the kids, I have the ability that fewer parents have of skipping an afternoon in the office and head home or wherever, but though it’s probably my imagination it seemed to turn into a way to relieve parents of the responsibility for caring for the kids for a day. Granted, Caitlyn is in after-school care here at church so I don’t bear that burden every day, but it just struck me as odd that the opportunity to give the kids a good afternoon would be seen a s a way for parents to have the afternoon off.

I mean, I like taking Caitlyn with me when I go shopping, or downtown. I like the opportunity to get out of work and hang out with her. I wasn’t doing them a favor, they were doing me a favor by letting em play 50% hooky and hang out with the girl. Even so, I just now thought of that reasoning, it wasn’t even in my mind at the time, I was just trying to be a good daddy.

I guess that it boils down to the fact that it seems odd to me, one family seems willing to foster friendship between the ids but also seems way too unreliable for me to risk Caitlyn’s fragile trust in them, the other seems so burdened (they do have other children) that they take a play day as a favor to them instead of the children. Honestly, I’d have taken all of the kids that day, it was no big deal.

Published in:  on September 7, 2007 at 6:07 am Comments (1)