Stepping Out (Matthew 14:22-33)

I had a classmate at an evangelical Christian college who repeatedly defined faith as "stepping out of airplanes, knowing that God will catch you." My response was that surely God had better things to do than catch folks stupid enough to step out of airplanes.

Matthew’s story of Jesus walking on the water with Peter can spawn bad theologies. Peter’s escapade can be-come evidence that God asks us to demonstrate faith by taking pointless risks. Or Jesus’ reproof, "You of little faith, why did you doubt?" can lead to belief that if our faith is only strong enough, no harm will befall us. Setting the bar that high for faith can result in feeling afraid to admit our fears and doubts to others, ourselves and God. Further, when bad things happen -- and they will -- we may believe that our lack of faith caused this harm or that God isn’t powerful enough or compassionate enough to protect us.

When my son Sean was a toddler, we often took him to the playground. He began to step off the wooden climbing structures -- and into thin air. Experience had taught him that someone was always there to catch him whether he fell down the stairs or jumped off the bed. Thankfully, he gave up this practice of stepping into thin air, not because he suffered any harm, but very likely because he tired of hearing his mother shriek, "You’re going to kill yourself!" My college classmate overstated the case: God does not call us to stop thinking or to risk our lives and welfare pointlessly But my classmate may have seen something of what my son Sean demonstrated: a sense of safety so deep that we can be, for a time, beyond anxiety.

After hours of being afraid, Peter recognizes Jesus and moves, for a moment, beyond anxiety. When he knows that it is actually Jesus coming to him, walking on the water, Peter dares Jesus to dare Peter to join him on the water. Peter steps out of the boat for Jesus.

Peter’s growing awareness of the wind and the waves reminds me of the cartoon of the coyote chasing the roadrunner off the cliff. The roadrunner always makes it across the gap, but every time the coyote, halfway across, becomes aware that there is nothing beneath his feet, he stops cold, then plummets down. Or I remember when each of my sons, while learning to walk, would make unsteady headway across the floor until he suddenly realized that nothing was holding him up and he would collapse in a heap.

Jesus asks, "Why did you doubt?" and I want to jump in to defend Peter, "Hello! Lord! Waves and wind! Not to mention that it simply isn’t possible to walk on water!" To be afraid and to doubt in the face of danger is human. If God’s demand of us is not to fear and not to doubt, then we are asked to do a task far more impossible than Peter’s steps on the sea.

But perhaps Jesus speaks as a friend, Perhaps he knows and accepts Peter’s limitations and what he is saying is, "You were doing it! You had it! Don’t lose that!" Faith is never settled once for all. I grasp God, or more accurately, for a moment I realize that God grasps me, and then I lose that knowledge. I never get to check off "have faith" on my list of accomplishments.

Peter’s relationship with Jesus lets him step out of the boat and, just as important, lets him call for help when he is sinking. Jesus’ love for his disciples sends him walking out into the storm to find them in the first place. His relationship with Peter lets him invite Peter out onto the water lets him chide Peter for wavering in his trust and, most important, lets him take hold of Peter with a compassionate hand.

Many times I feel as if I’m on my own in my boat after Jesus has sent me ahead to cross the sea while he stays behind to tie up a few loose ends, There have been days and weeks when I’ve felt as if I were steering my boat against the wind and the waves. And many times I have known the presence of God, as unlooked for and frightening as a ghost, coming to me as I struggle. As I search for the words for a sermon or a poem, as I raise teenagers, or as I respond to a crisis in my parish, I feel Jesus’ invitation to step out of my boat, to leave behind the safe and the practical in order to toddle toward him. I have felt the cool of the water under the soles of my feet. Many times as well I have known the moments of realizing that the task is impossible and I am too limited to carry it out. And I have felt the many ways Jesus reaches out his hand to catch me -- in the love of family and friends, the sustenance of spiritual practice, the bonds of community and the moments of unexplainable peace in the midst of the struggle and the failure.

God does not demand that I step out of airplanes. Nor am I likely to have trust as pure as my sons when he knew hands were always ready to catch him. But, like Peter, I can step forward, even if the ground beneath me is no more substantial than water. What matters is that I am walking toward Jesus, whose hand is held toward me, stretched out in invitation, stretched out to grasp me should I fall.

Big Story (Romans 9:1-5; Matthew 14:13-21)

Paul and Jesus, each facing a crisis, are tempted to succumb to despair and fear. Each man has gone out in ministry to his own people and been rejected. Paul recognizes that his Jewish listeners do not accept his message about Jesus and opens Romans 9 with what is the barest beginning of his anxious questioning about whether God’s salvation story still includes the people of Israel. The context in Matthew’s Gospel for Jesus’ feeding of the 5,000 differs significantly from accounts in the other three Gospels. Here, Jesus has withdrawn from his ministry and his disciples after the double blow of being rejected in his hometown and learning about the execution of John the Baptist. Both Paul and Jesus respond by turning to God, who above all is compassionate.

Reading Paul’s three-chapter-long discussion about God and Israel, I wish Paul had had the benefit of modern wisdom about e-mail -- Don’t write anything you wouldn’t want the whole world to read. Romans 9-11 has been used to justify anti-Semitic belief and behavior and has led to all manner of speculation about election and predestination and faith versus works and true religion and who is chosen by God and who is not. So I approach these words rather gingerly, feeling a bit as if Paul has written a private rant (one best read only by a trusted friend) and then hit "Reply -- Send to All."

And yet, Paul’s ending is in his beginning. In these opening words, he writes not to criticize the Jewish people but to claim them and their story as his own. His response to his failure to persuade them is not rejection of them in turn but "great sorrow and unceasing anguish." Paul continues to claim his people and culture as the basic story of God’s saving work in the world and as the source not only of the tradition underlying the Christian movement but even of Jesus. Paul writes with yearning and compassion (and a little drama, "I could wish myself accursed and cut off from Christ for the sake of my own people, my kindred"). Building upon this opening, Paul will go on to claim the story of Israel anew, insisting that God continues to love the people of Israel and that the story is much bigger than anyone suspects. The story encompasses not only Israel but all humanity. The point is not human accomplishment or failure but God’s compassion and graciousness, the divine generosity which opens the story up when human rejection and anger would close it down.

Paul bases his hope and his theology upon the unfailing compassion of God. Jesus, having retreated after personal rejection and John’s death, moves from withdrawal to compassionate action. Pulling back to a deserted place to rethink strategy when faced with failure and the threat of death is logical and intelligent. Yet, when the crowd pursues him, Jesus, moved by compassion, chooses their need over his own and heals the sick. When his disciples finally approach him at the end of the day with the logical, intelligent suggestion that he dismiss the crowd so they may go find some food, Jesus answers, "They need not go away; you give them something to eat." The story unfolds in a few compact actions. The disciples have only five loaves and two fish. Jesus says, "Bring them here to me." The crowd sits, and Jesus takes the food, blesses it, breaks it and gives it to the disciples, who then distribute it to the people. All are fed and filled. The story resonates with images -- God’s gift of manna in the wilderness as Moses led the people, the approaching final meal that Jesus will eat with his disciples, and the Eucharist. But what holds and connects all is Jesus’ choice not to withdraw and retreat in the face of danger, not to shrink the story down to personal safety and survival. Faced with a very human crowd of people who are sick and hungry and in need, Jesus turns from flight to embody God’s compassion and grace.

More than that, Jesus insists that his disciples make such compassion their own work as well. This feeding is not a razzle-dazzle spectacle to boost Jesus’ image with the crowd. It begins with the insistence that the disciples themselves give the people something to eat. This story is not one of a wonder worker and his astonished onlookers, but the much bigger one of Jesus charging those who follow him to be agents of God’s compassion and power.

I have a friend who has been described as, among many other things, "a Buddhist, Anglican sympathizer, and antirealist about God." Although he’s not a Christian, he loves chapels and likes to kneel quietly beneath stained glass. He imagines that others perceive him to be trespassing in "our space" and in "our story." Paul and Jesus challenge me to see that there can be no possibility of trespass, because the story is always larger than we imagine. Paul claims that no one is "out," neither the people of Israel for not accepting the Christian story nor the non-Jewish people for not being part of Israel’s story. God’s story is a far greater story, one able to hold all the stories and characters.

Even more, Jesus insists that the story is one of enveloping compassion. All that the people have to do to be fed is be hungry and in need. No creeds, no spiritual or cultural pedigrees, no vows of loyalty are required. "You give them something to eat," Jesus charges his disciples then and today. To all who come, whether to be healed, to be fed, to doubt or simply to kneel beneath stained glass, Jesus insists that the church claim a story big enough to hold them all.

They need not go away.

Be Happy (Micah 6:1-8; Matthew 5:1-12)

When Sister Mary Corita was asked to submit a piece of her artwork for consideration in the Vatican exhibit at the 1964 New York Worlds Fair, she chose to do a piece on the Beatitudes. Although it was not finally selected for the exhibit, the 4’ by 40’ banner is a dynamic, vibrant testament to Christ’s message. Splashed with vivid color and dense with text, Corita’s work pulses with the power of blessing, and expands to embrace the wide scope of the coming kingdom of God.

Sister Corita introduces the text by noting that "On a mountain, Christ said these words, the Beatitudes. Ever since then men have said these words to each other each time with different gestures. Said yes, this is how it should be. This is the way to be happy."

Here is her translation of the Beatitudes:

Happy are those who feel their spiritual need for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven. Happy are the gentle for the whole world belongs to them, Happy are those who hunger and thirst for what is right for they will be satisfied. Happy are those who show mercy for mercy will be shown to them. Happy are those who know what sorrow means for they will be given courage and comfort. Happy are the single-hearted for they will I see God. Happy are those who make peace for they will be known as the sons of God. Happy are those who have suffered persecution for the causes of goodness for the Kingdom of Heaven is theirs.

The Beatitudes place our lives in the context of the whole realm and scope and community of God’s love and justice. More description than instruction, more report than directive, they compose a litany in which all promises point to the same reality. Speaking of those who have already "crossed over," those who even now inhabit the kingdom of God, the first part of each beatitude identifies who is blessed and the second part names that group’s relationship to God. And the Beatitudes turn the world upside down with their shocking promise of hope to the hopeless, comfort to the bereaved, power to the powerless. A powerful antidote to the contrived happiness of consumerism and mindless entertainment of our day, they are good news to God’s people, the humble of the earth, the strong of heart, those who take refuge in God alone. Yes, this is the way it should be. This is the way to be happy.

The prophet Micah said something quite similar using different words; "What does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?"

For several months last year, the nun’s banner hung in the front of the Kresge Chapel at the Claremont School of Theology as part of a retrospective exhibit "The Power of Corita." I was there to teach a class last year, and one day I spent an afternoon alone in the chapel with the banner, contemplating its message and power. Each beatitude is framed with a bold color -- yellow, orange, cobalt, magenta -- and a compelling quote. Dostoevsky, Hammarskjöld, Brecht, Einstein, Pauling, Merton, José Marti, James Baldwin, Anne Frank, John F. Kennedy -- I heard them all speaking to me. The great cloud of witnesses. Urgent. Compelling.

Their words and lives weave together the spiritual and the political, the personal and the collective, the individual and the universal, the holy and the human. For a few minutes on that afternoon, the world felt whole. I remembered the call to ordained ministry and that, as we United Methodists would say, the purpose of ministry has everything to do with our calling to "reform the nation, particularly the church, and to spread scriptural holiness over the land."

Brendan Freeman, a Trappist monk from Iowa, says that the Beatitudes "draw our hearts out of themselves into a new way of understanding our lives . . . they are deliberately incomplete. They await the inclusion of our lives. Each person fills in the blank space with the details of his or her own life situation."

So what of us, we who would be disciples of Jesus Christ and serve the kingdom in this time of war and violence, of hunger and homelessness, of increasing poverty and marginalization in the glare of riches and greed, of death in war abroad and in our streets at home? Corita’s vibrant spectrum takes us far beyond our limited vision. And in her spirit we ask ourselves again: What gestures are we to make now to accompany these words? What commitments? What risks? What dreams?

Sister Mary Corita chose to answer these questions with the words of William Sloane Coffin: "Because we love the world, we pray now, O [God], for grace to quarrel with it, O Thou whose lover’s quarrel with the world is the history of the world . . . Lord, grant us grace to quarrel with the worship of success and power . . . to quarrel with all that profanes and trivializes [people] and separates them . . . number us, we beseech Thee, in the ranks of those who went forth from this place longing only for those things for which Thou dost make us long, [those] for whom the complexity of the issues only served to renew their zeal to deal with them, [those] who alleviated pain by sharing it; and [those] who were always willing to risk something big for something good . . . O God, take our minds and think through them, take our lips and speak through them. Take our hearts and set them on fire."

Yes. This is the way it should be.

Heart of the Matter

"You will do well to be attentive to this as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts" (2 Pet. 1: 19b).

The vagaries of the calendar and the cycles of the moon bring in an early Lent and Easter this year, and so the transfiguration has come early too, cutting short the season of Sundays after Epiphany.

Unexpectedly, we find ourselves back up on the mountain with Jesus. We were just there to hear him describing those who populate the kingdom of heaven. Now he returns, not with all the disciples this time, but only the insider troika of Peter and brothers James and John, the zealous sons of Zebedee, or "Sons of Thunder," as Jesus called them. This time they are asked to see before listening, to see past it all -- his words, his ministry, his teaching, his healing, his preaching, his popularity, his friendships, his prayer, his wisdom. Jesus invites them now to see through and beyond all that to something that can be apprehended most accurately not by ear or eye, but by heart and soul: his true identity.

"And he was transfigured before them, and his face shone like the sun, and his clothes became dazzling white."

The transfiguration comes at a critical point in Jesus’ life, a point of major transition as he shifts from his active ministry among them toward Jerusalem, the place of his death and resurrection, the place where human and divine will intersect. And knowing how hard it would be for his disciples to understand this, just as it is still hard for us to fully understand, Jesus takes his closest disciples and heads up a mountain. There they come into the presence of God, and their hearts and souls are opened to see what their eyes can barely believe. Their friend and teacher, the very human Jesus, is transfigured before them. The appearance of his face changes. His clothes become dazzling white. They sense the presence of Moses and Elijah. And God perceives their fear and responds by speaking to them. God wants them to begin to understand how this Jesus, fully human, is also fully divine.

The story of the transfiguration of Christ functions, Henri Nouwen says, as something of an icon; it offers access through the gate of the visible to the mystery of the invisible. There, high on the mountain, the familiar face of their beloved friend and teacher is revealed in a new light, and in that light their hearts can hear the voice of God saying: "This is my Son, the Beloved; with him I am well pleased. Listen to him!’

Icons have long been important to the Orthodox churches of the Christian family. Painted in egg tempura on wood, these tools for prayer and liturgy most often depict scenes of Christ, Mary and the saints. Created according to rules handed down from generation to generation, icons are venerated as representations of the divine, windows through which the soul can see the realities of the kingdom of heaven. Their purpose, as Nouwen explained, is to pull one into the image in order to see through it and beyond it to the heart of God, to the reality of the great Mystery.

Matthew’s story of the transfiguration becomes a luminous narrative icon, a painting in words that points beyond the text to the true reality of Christ, the light of the world. Its aim is to help us see beyond Jesus of Nazareth, the Galilean, to see him radically transformed into the Son of God, the fulfillment of the law and the prophets. Only then will we begin to take in the foreshadowing of his resurrection and future glory.

Illumined by this new light, we can at last comprehend him as fully human and fully divine. We see through the gate of the visible to the mystery of the invisible. This knowledge will change forever how we live, how we face death and how we begin to see beyond the grave.

And that changes everything.

"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God," he had said on the mountain. The Aramaic roots of the verb for "to see God" evoke the image of a flash of lightning that appears suddenly across the sky. In the midst of the murky darkness of a storm, our world is filled with light and we see. For a brief terrifying, exhilarating moment we see clearly, face to face.

Yet these are very hard times in which to see clearly. A murky human-made smog of dreams deferred, of violence, confusion and fear stings our eyes and blurs even what is closest to us. Where God would bring light, we linger in the darkness of ignorance and fear. The Epistle is speaking directly to us: "You will do well to be attentive to this as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts."

God’s gift is in the transfiguration icon, the lightning, the intense light that allows vision and insight. God permits us from time to time to see through to the heart of the matter. God permits us to see purpose and future, hope and possibilities for meaningful action and participation.

And God’s gift is that God is there, waiting to be seen. God is the reality behind the icon. The challenge to us is to be committed enough and bold enough to keep our eyes open and to dare to look, to pass through the gate of the visible to the mystery of the invisible, and then to accept responsibility for everything we see.

Unlikely Messenger (John 4:5-42)

Once again, Jesus is led by the Spirit into the wilderness for a critical encounter. This time he meets not Satan, but a most unlikely angel. In the heat of the day, a messenger of God joins him for a life-giving exchange.

Tired from his journey, Jesus sits down at Jacob’s well, then realizes that he has no cup or bucket with which to draw water. The disciples have gone off to buy food and he is alone. But someone else is out in this desert heat, and she’s carrying a bucket. She may be the last person on earth Jesus wants to encounter, because not only is she a woman, she is a divorced woman. A woman with a shady past. A Samaritan. By custom, Rabbi Jesus ought not even speak with her in public, let alone drink from her Samaritan bucket.

It is about noon, the sixth hour. There are no shadows, there is no protective cover, no nighttime leisure for theological exchange and reflection. There is only this woman, and she is insolent, defensive, strong and determined. What transpires between these two is nothing short of miraculous. These strangers, these enemies -- whose worlds would ordinarily never connect -- discover at the well that they need each other.

It’s hard to imagine that this is a chance encounter. Apparently, Jesus had told the disciples to journey directly into enemy territory, when most Jews would have taken an extra nine hours or so to go around Samaria, which was unclean, enemy territory. Perhaps Jesus was intentionally seeking to break down barriers between people by making himself a bridge. He put himself in a place where he would have to encounter the people his people hated. And who hated them.

For the sake of healing, Jesus follows the lead of the Holy Spirit and makes himself vulnerable. He is tired and alone in the heat of the noonday sun with no water. It is not a metaphorical desert. Left alone here at high noon, he could die without water. But someone has joined him at the well --the Other, the Stranger, the Enemy. And she holds the cup that can quench his thirst.

We don’t know why the disciples left Jesus alone in the desert. But the woman, whose name is never revealed, is out in the heat of noonday because she has been ostracized and shunned, and is on her own to provide for her most basic needs. No father, husband, brother or son is around to look after her. And there is no group of women to share her story, wipe her tears or help her to laugh.

Jesus needs to drink fresh water to live. The woman also needs a drink: she needs the fresh, living water of grace and truth only Jesus can provide to drink deep of healing and wholeness and a new life. And in their various needs, these two affirm their mutual humanity. They share in the holy Source of Life that transcends all boundary, custom, hatred, fear and scarcity.

In the desert at noon, with all distraction stripped away, all shadows erased, the light shines bright enough for these two strangers to discover that they need each other. As they are transfigured in the light of the noonday sun, each enemy sees the face of a friend. Distance dissolves into relationship. Enmity melts into mutuality. They glimpse a spiritual wholeness, a new healing reality.

Jesus models a barrier-breaking relationship of mutuality and compassion. The woman is bold enough to both remind Jesus of what separates them -- he a Jew and she a Samaritan -- and of what connects them -- their ancestor Jacob. She is audacious and spars verbally with this strange man. In their truth-telling, she experiences him as prophet and in turn she is acclaimed for speaking the word.

To this day, the Samaritan woman is honored in many cultures. In southern Mexico, La Samaritana is remembered on the fourth Friday in Lent, when water flavored with chilacoyota, tamarindo, jamaice and horchata is given to commemorate her gift of water to Jesus. The Orthodox know her as St. Photini, or Svetlana in Russian. her name means "equal to the apostles," and she is honored as apostle and martyr oil the Feast of the Samaritan Woman.

The gospel witnesses to the gift of God for all God’s children. In the vulnerability of an interdependent community, in the insistence upon relationship, in the breaking down of barriers. Jesus shows us a new way to learn about one another, learn the truth of one another, and learn that we need one another. True worship takes place not at a sacred mountain or even a shared ancestral well, but in a relationship with the person of Christ, who is the wellspring and mountaintop of hope and peace.

On another day, also about noon, Jesus will face death and again confess his thirst. On that day, only vinegar will be offered -- in mockery. The gift of his living water will not be apparent to the one holding that sour sponge. But today, when Jesus and the Samaritan woman meet, they conspire to bring life out of death. The water they offer each other, water that quenches the thirst of body and soul, holds the gift of life for all.

Late-Night Seminar (John 3:-1-17)

We are a nation of spiritual seekers. We are hungry to learn about the life of the spilt, although many of us hesitate to translate that hunger into institutional allegiance. The majority of us are "unchurched." Others are drawn to "seekers’ churches." Still others are exploring the life of the spirit within a denomination and a tradition. For all of us, Jesus’ meeting with Nicodemus is powerful, for Jesus sees the longing in his heart, recognizes a sincere seeker, and responds with compassion.

We might, in fact, call Nicodemus the Patron Saint of Seekers. After all, there are patron saints for travelers, bakers, doctors, artists, fathers, soldiers, teachers, lawyers and almost every kind of vocation and avocation imaginable. As a lifelong Methodist, I was not brought up to value such holy protection. But a year as an exchange student living with a Catholic family in France opened me to a wealth of spiritual resources. Perhaps if seekers did their seeking under the protection of a patron saint, those of us already in the pews might more easily recognize that Nicodemus is a fellow traveler and a kindred spirit, someone to be embraced.

Instead, poor Nick usually gets a bad rap. He is reduced to a foil, contrasting with and enhancing Jesus’ obvious superiority. Portrayed as a cowardly dolt, Nicodemus is usually spotted skulking about under cover of darkness. He is a Pharisee ready to betray his brothers -- to the delight of Christians near and far. His pharisaic training seems to trap him in the minutiae of the law. And we can never seem to decide: is he too smart for his own good? Or is he, in fact, an embarrassment to his kind, too dimwitted to understand about being born again?

In contrast to our derision, Jesus receives Nicodemus as a pilgrim, a sincere religious seeker. Jesus welcomes him and his searching mind. Jesus immediately senses that this learned Pharisee, this member of the religious establishment -- Judge Nicodemus, His Honor Nicodemus -- is responding to something in Jesus’ teaching. He seems to know that Nicodemus is willing to risk leaving behind the truth as he has known it in order to explore something new. Jesus invites him into a new realm of insight, and takes Nicodemus seriously even as he pushes him far beyond his comfort zone. Recognizing a spiritual pilgrim who is starting down a path, Jesus seeks not to embarrass Nicodemus, nor condemn him, but to offer him, instead, the possibility of new life.

What are the clues to Nicodemus’s true quest? While it’s often said that Nicodemus meets Jesus at night to avoid being seen in this illicit liaison, an alternate interpretation is more instructive. The rabbis had taught that the Torah was best studied at night when it was quiet and the distractions of the day had subsided. Nicodemus uses his precious study time to expand his search beyond the standard texts. In this view, Jesus himself becomes the book into which Nicodemus delves, mining every word for wisdom and understanding.

Nicodemus opens the class with a remarkable affirmation of faith: "Teacher [rabbi] we know that you are a teacher come from God, for no one can do these miracles except by the power of God." Skilled teachers know that eager students learn most easily, and Jesus recognizes this one right away. Immediately Jesus ushers this seeker into a realm of wisdom that is more complex, deep and rich than anything Nicodemus has known. Using language that is poetic, metaphorical, suggestive and imaginative, Jesus talks of being born from above. The same words work on three levels: born a second time, remade completely born from on high.

Like most of us, Nicodemus the Seeker is limited by the familiar "word world," the world he knows best. He responds in his best left-brain, legal-scholar, word-parsing mode. He sees tricks, dead-ends and practical impossibilities. It is all he knows how to see. Yet Jesus persists from his right-brain, heart vocabulary, with fertile images of wind, spirit and expansive love.

We do not know how long Nicodemus dwells in this liminal space between worlds, moving back and forth between what is familiar to him -- the world where his status is recognized and esteemed and his worldview reliable -- and this new world of life everlasting on the wings of the wind of love. Later we are told that he lands on the other side. When we see him again he is accompanying Joseph of Arimathea to the darkness of Jesus’ tomb, and offering his beloved teacher gifts of precious ointment, aloes and myrrh. Nicodemus is pursuing the path that begins in the darkness of the womb, is continually reborn in the dark night of the soul, and ends, on this earth, in the darkness of the tomb. Nicodemus has begun to learn of the Savior’s baptism of death and resurrection, transfigured by Spirit into eternal life.

The Word made flesh becomes Nicodemus’s text, and the living water of the Torah an ever-expanding pool of wisdom. His ancestors knew God’s visitations in visions and songs of the night, full of treasures and richness. Now Nicodemus studies by night, and finds assurance, acceptance and a challenge.

Nicodemus. Patron Saint of Seekers. May he protect the seeker in each of us from condemnation and condescension. May he guide seekers’ steps in the way that leads to eternal life. May he place us in the company of compassionate teachers whose love defines a new community of hope and grace. May he give us courage to dare to love God with heart, mind, soul and strength.

Raising Children in a Consumer Culture

Book Review:

Consuming Kids: The Hostile Takeover of Childhood. By Susan Linn, New Press, 304 pp., $24.95.

It’s Not the Media: The Truth About Pop Culture’s Influence on Children. By Karen Sternheimer. Westview Press, 288 pp., $26.00.

The Cute and the Cool: Wondrous Innocence and Modem American Children’s Culture. By Gary Cross. Oxford University Press, 272 pp., $29.95.

 

As the Christmas season ends and parents push their way through crumpled wrapping paper and parts of half-assembled toys, they may wonder: How did we get from a baby born in a manger to this? How did we reach the state where Care Bear Nativity sets, Chia pets and Ronald McDonald have the iconic force once reserved for the holy? When did the giving season turn into a purchasing season? And where did I hide those receipts, so that my children can exchange the very gifts they once begged for?

Into the mess of American materialism step three authors with very different perspectives on the hold that consumer society has over kids. Susan Linn, an instructor in psychiatry at Harvard Medical School, points the finger at the advertising industry, which targets children with more force than parents can counter. Not only does the average child see more than 40,000 commercials a year, but children are also bombarded by marketing on the previously sacrosanct Public Broadcasting System. The Sesame Street characters of PBS, along with the Teletubbies and Clifford the big red dog, now sell products themselves.

And cute critters don’t just sell toys. Linn reports that of 81 G-rated animated children’s movies, more than half contained an episode of a character drinking or smoking. This at a time when teenage girls are leading the way for new smokers (drawn in by ads that imply smoking dampens appetite) and when Media Week named Budweiser 2001 Advertiser of the Year, saying that "if there was one campaign this year that cut through the increasingly dense media clutter and became a fixture in playgraunds, offices and bars around the country, it was the Budweiser series of ads." (The italics are Linn’s.)

Linn is worried not only about what is happening on the playgrounds, but about what is not happening: she fears that children are forgetting how to play. The average child lives in a home with three televisions, three radios, a video game console and a computer. Two thirds of children between the ages of eight and 18 have televisions in their own bedrooms, as do over a quarter of children under the age of two. Where once Lego building blocks encouraged creativity; they now come in specific kits with instructions on building the item pictured on the cover.

Meanwhile, the television drones on during school hours as well as leisure time, thanks to Channel One. Linn quotes Joel Babbit, former president of Channel One, on the advertising clout of this network: "The advertiser gets kids who cannot go to the bathroom, cannot change the station, who cannot listen to their mother yell in the background, who cannot be playing Nintendo." No wonder school marketing enthusiast Ed Winter told Business Week, "Marketers have come to realize that all roads eventually lead to the schools."

And what of the trend in children’s programming in which adults and parents come off as bumbling boobs, while children are portrayed as capable and cunning? The most competent adults children see may be Cap’n Crunch, Ronald McDonald and Lingerie Barbie.

Linn puts her hopes in real-life adults, who, unlike the adults in children’s commercials, act intelligently on behalf of children. She ends her book with a list of steps for parents, policy makers and clergy. With the zeal of a reformer and the heart of a dreamer, she calls for turning off the television at home, providing better funding for public schools and public media, and enacting laws that forbid marketing to children altogether. Linn’s dire summary: "It’s not just that our kids are consuming. They are being consumed."

Not so, says Karen Sternheimer. She turns her critical eye on those who blame music, advertisers and television for children’s problems. Studying the reaction to the Columbine High School shootings, this University of Southern California sociologist describes how Americans quickly traced the rampage to the lyrics and video of a song by the band Pearl Jam. While the courts have consistently rejected "the media made me do it" as a legal defense, the public seems to find it persuasive.

Posing the old chicken-or-egg question, Sternheimer draws on voices that remind us that music provides a way to express feelings. As Hilary Rosen wrote in Billboard magazine: "You can try to ban music that expresses the views of the alienated and unhappy... [but] you won’t ban the angst or the anger." Rolling Stone editor Jann Wenner opined that targeting and censoring popular culture would "make the geeks even more isolated and humiliated," and argued that the real problem that needs to be addressed is the proliferation of guns.

Sternheimer worries that advertising, music and the media have become easy scapegoats in a culture that does not want to address more complicated issues. Arguing directly with Linn’s claim that advertising is linked to youth obesity and eating disorders, Sternheimer points out that it’s more likely that childhood obesity has risen in conjunction with adult obesity.

"Yes, food advertised for children is often high in calories and low in nutritious value," Sternheimer retorts. "But we need to question whether parents are so controlled by children that they can’t say no when kids see something they want on TV"

Sternheimer wonders why we focus on children being manipulated by the media and assume that adults are not. This disdain for children, and for children’s culture, serves to further alienate adults and children from one another. Children are actually smart enough to note that while they are criticized for pouring dollars into the latest trading card fad, their parents are buying a $40,000 car when a $15,000 one would work just as well. Sternheimer, who also serves as a consultant for the Center for Media Literacy, argues that the media and advertisers are reflections, not shapers, of our culture.

"It’s too simple to say that we are all just fodder for advertising genius," Sternheimer argues. Adults "consume what we do for a number of reasons: we need things, we are making statements about who we are as individuals, and we are affiliating ourselves with certain groups, making status distinctions. Children are no different in this regard."

Until we adults level the same criticism toward ourselves as we do toward children, we will not get very deep into a discussion of consumerism. Sternheimer suggests that depth is not what parents are looking for these days. We bemoan our children’s fascination with the next new toy -- as we shop for shoes not to cover our bare feet but to match a new dress. It is easier to blame an anonymous advertising machine than to reflect on our own parenting, easier to blame the media than acknowledge that schools are underfunded.

Here Stemheimer joins with [inn in calling for adults to step into public life. But she suggests that we spend less time fearing the media and more time analyzing it, and using it to teach. "We can learn a lot about race, class, gender, sexuality and age by studying media representations and linking them to systems of power. It is simply not enough to spot these patterns in the media; we also need to implicate other social and historical factors that create such conditions. Sexism, for instance, wasn’t born with the advent of movies or television, but it does live and breathe there."

These two authors provoke some important questions: Are advertising and media external forces which we must fight, hide or regulate? Or do advertising and media reflect the inner struggle of human beings to consume, made uglier in a culture of affluence? While Linn and Sternheimer have very different attitudes toward the media, they seem to agree that the real struggle is for balance. We must consider the inner yearnings that prompt us to be consumers as well as to be consumed. But neither author allows us to stop the search at our own navels. Both call for public action, spiritual reflection and critique, whether of the advertisers or of those blaming advertisers.

How can two such thoughtful analyses point in such different directions? In The Cute and the Cool, historian Gary Cross of Pennsylvania State University reminds us that parents have wrestled with childhood consumption for a long time. Cross frames the history of Western childhood as a struggle between children who are "cute" and those who are "cool."

The image of children as "cute" emerged in print in the early 1900s as part of a new middle-class approach to childhood. As children left the work force, they took on the role of consumer. Their longing for one consumer item over another led their parents to shower them with gifts. The image of the cute child was the image of a wide-eyed youngster delighted at the newest toy (a toy possibly made by a child from a lower rung of the economic ladder, not yet privileged enough to enter the world of the "cute").

Cross argues that adults shower "cute" kids with material things in an attempt to recover a consumer innocence that adults have lost. Living in a culture in which one’s level of consumption increases but ceases to delight, we take our little ones to the department store windows or to the toy shop in hopes of remembering what it was like to be delighted by something new.

But then the children turn the tables on us. Having been exposed to the newest and best material things, those cute children begin to morph into something less than cute. They hanker after violent video games and scantily clad Barbie dolls rather than the Teletubbies we hoped they would love forever. They become "cool."

Cool children are jaded consumers. At the onset of the symptoms of "cool," parents react with horror and surprise, even though they have participated in the transformation of their children from innocent consumers to jaded consumers. Adults then try to pull children away from the very consumerism they introduced them to.

For Cross, this struggle is both personal and societal. Clearly, the plethora of goods that have become available over the past century, and changing understandings of just how much children can and should have, follow complex social and historical rhythms. We are currently shaped by trends toward child-centered vacations, marketing, music and media, all focused on creating wonder in sophisticated youth who are increasingly less capable of feeling it.

But there is also a swing back and forth in the hearts of adults. On the one hand, adults see children as adorable, innocent creatures capable of a delight that adults have lost. We love to see them take that first bite of an ice cream sundae. We take joy in watching them unwrap their first teddy bear under the tree. On the other hand, we are dismayed when the children grow into trend-hungry, ravenous spenders, who ask more and more of their parents. When the toddler smiling at his first taste of ice cream is replaced by an overweight teenager eating Cheetoes in front of a television, adults have second thoughts.

When confronting the "cool" kids, adults look around for answers, or perhaps for scapegoats. Who is responsible for little Johnny’s attachment to video games? Adults glare angrily at the advertising industry, or at the slackness of other parents who cannot say no to a whining child. Cross suggests that the problem may lie elsewhere, deep within the hearts of all of us, as we struggle with our own desires and where to direct them. As Paul says, "We know that the law is spiritual; but I am carnal, sold under sin."

In a world in which children are both consumers and products, and people are indeed sold under sin, the confusion of adults is not so different from that of children. In focusing on the peril of children under consumerism, we are probably trying to understand ourselves, as like Paul we marvel at the tangled strands of our behavior: "I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want but I do the very thing I hate" (Rom. 7:14-15). In an irony of carnal life, a moment of adult generosity toward a little one plays into a system that turns little ones into big spenders themselves.

Cross suggests that our concern about children’s relationship to things is well founded, for in their longings we learn about our longings. "Without realizing it, children become a ‘valve’ for adults, both opening and restricting consumption," he says. We can shelter their innocence from the world, or expose them to the world in their still-wondrous innocence. But the pendulum ought to swing back and forth. In the end Cross advises, "History suggests that the balance between shelter and wander can be struck if adults think seriously about children’s needs for shelter and wonder, and less [about] their own."

Books like these, which delve deeply into both the human heart and the public square, can help us with the old struggle, the longtime call to people of faith to look not only inward and outward, but upward. For even in the struggle between the cute and the cool, between desire and restraint, between children and adults, we need not struggle as those who have no hope.

Amidst the detritus of Christmas excess, we may still return to a different story, one in which a meager stable becomes a house for a king. In a world in which children cry "Gimme," the gospel reminds us that grace is God’s gift freely given. Between the cute and the cool, the Holy Spirit still intercedes with sighs too deep for words, and as we vacuum up the pine needles we are bold enough to hope and to sigh, "Next year, we are going to do this differently"

Grand Introductions (Isaiah 49:1-7; John 1:29-42)

When members of my family introduce someone, they always give that person an automatic promotion. If she’s a doctor, they will exaggerate, introducing her as a brilliant surgeon. A teacher’s aide becomes a full professor. I am told that I do the same thing, even after ten years of living in New England, the land of understatement. I still turn an ordinary singer into a brilliant musician, a plain-looking person into a great beauty. When I’m talking about a dog, a mutt becomes a golden retriever who can juggle.

In my family, we see life as a series of grand stories that simply must be populated with larger-than-life characters. The problem is that we can get it wrong, and lose the essence of who a person is. For instance, when a labor union organizer is introduced as the head of a corporation’s labor relations department, he has switched sides. If someone is called the perfect mother, she loses the right to tear her hair out when the baby throws raspberry yogurt across the room. In our grand descriptions, however generously offered, we may strip our characters of the right to be who they really are.

We are told that when John the Baptist saw Jesus coming, he declared, "Here is the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world." Talk about a grand introduction! What could Jesus have felt in that moment? Did he want to say, "Stop. I’m not all that"? Or was be comfortable with the introduction?

Elsewhere Jesus turns the tables and asks John to baptize him. But in this reading the focus is not really on Jesus, but on how others introduce Jesus. Jesus says remarkably little. The introductions are so massive, with descriptions of doves and anointing by the Holy Spirit, what more can Jesus say?

There’s always the old testimonial dinner standard: "Thanks for that generous introduction. If only my parents could have heard it." In Jesus’ case, his Father had created the whole scenario before time began. "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." Again, what an introduction!

In his Old Testament world, Isaiah does not wait for others to introduce him. "Listen to me, O coastlands, pay attention, you peoples from far away!" Prophets tend toward self-introduction. They are so seldom believed that they get used to repeating themselves.

Although Isaiah is caught in a bog of palace politics and national struggles, be won’t be defined by the slippery world around him. He won’t he named by his detractors. He is named by his purpose, and it is not an easy one. "The Lord called me before I was born; while I was in my mother’s womb, he named me."

He has been called into an identity in which lie may not be loved by anyone other than God. "He made my mouth like a sharp sword, in the shadow of his hand he hid me, And he said to me, ‘You are my servant, Israel, in whom I will be glorified."’

"And what do you do?" we ask one another at a party. We get a list of accomplishments or a résumé, and sometimes we are caught off guard by the resigned description of a sad life. When that happens, we want to find another guest, one who follows the rules and says, "I’m in real estate. And you?"

What if we asked more of one another in our introductions? What if we skipped the world’s definitions and moved instead to God’s? The guest responds, "I work in real estate, but what I really am is a creature that God knit together in my mother’s womb. My family wants me to move into commercial development, but sometimes I wonder if I’m an arrow God hid away in a quiver, and I’m about to be shot out into creation. The world tells me I don’t make enough money to get my monthly credit card bills down, but my faith tells me I could be a light to the nations."

Isaiah wanders over from the canapé table and says, "I couldn’t help but overhear your words, and I know exactly what you mean. I have labored in vain, yet surely my cause is with the Lord."

"And our reward with God," says the realtor. The party goes on around them, l)ut they have been caught up in something new.

Jesus hears John introduce him again. This time John is standing with two men who will turn out to be the first disciples, and John announces, "Here is the Lamb of God." That’s enough to make the men follow him, but Jesus seems to want to clarify.

"Who are you looking for?" he asks.

The disciples aren’t interested in the question. "Rabbi, where are you staying?" they ask. The disciples are not looking for small talk, or more introductions. They are looking for a way of life.

"Come and see," Jesus says, as if to suggest that we do know one another not by titles or names but ultimately by how we live. How ordinary. Jesus has gone from being the Lamb of God to a guy having some other guys over to his place.

But then Simon Peter’s brother brings him to Jesus and says, "We have found the Messiah." Is Jesus irritated with the grand introduction? Apparently not, for he responds by giving Simon an entirely new name. In the end, it is Jesus who makes the introductions and Jesus who gives the new life.

Foolish Belonging (1 Corinthians 1:10-18)

One Sunday soon, I’ll have news to share with my congregation. I’ll announce, with great fanfare, my denomination’s latest partnership agreement with another denomination. Or I’ll share the latest vote on full communion. And then I’ll look out into the pews and see members showing polite interest at best, or yawning. Church leaders may be disappointed in my congregation’s reaction to groundbreaking news in the ecumenical movement. But they need to understand my congregation.

Most of our members have been up and down the streets of New Haven, and have visited all the churches that we’re "in partnership with." Then they chose a church, and landed in one that just happens to be in a denomination called the United Church of Christ.

Like most Americans, our members shop the religious landscape with little denominational brand loyalty, or perhaps just enough to make brand X their first stop before they go elsewhere. Certainly there are those who remember the days when Catholics and Protestants lived separate lives. Some have spent time in churches that did not recognize their baptism and demanded that they be baptized again. These Christians listen with interest to any news of reconciliation.

Yet the news that some mainline Protestants have decided to recognize one another’s communion table underwhelms those who sit in our pluralistic pews. They’ve been bouncing around in their own private ecumenical movements for years, attending a wedding here and a baptism there. They have a growing sense that denominational divisions are a thing of the past.

Paul writes to the church in Corinth, "For it has been reported to me by Chloe’s people that there are quarrels among you, my brothers and sisters. What I mean is that each of you says, ‘I belong to Paul,’ or ‘I belong to Cephas’ or ‘I belong to Christ." I find myself longing for that sort of passionate debate in this postmodern world. I am humbled by the dangers faced by Christians in other parts of the world, in places where a call from Christ is considered more than a personal preference.

In the United States, it is rare to hear someone define herself as belonging to someone else. Here, we belong to ourselves, To belong to another smacks of subservience, or low self-esteem. "I am my own person," is our rallying cry. But it’s a thin definition of worth. We share the right feelings, but we are stingier about sharing our money. In our culture’s philosophical scheme, everyone deserves to love himself, but not everyone deserves health care.

With two children in public school, I regularly receive xeroxed missives on how to improve my parenting. These handy sheets will offer "ten tips for raising your child’s self-esteem," or "three shortcuts to quality family time." According to our culture, my job as a parent is to defend against that pernicious evil that leads to everything from drug abuse to eating disorders to jail time: low self-esteem. I am not instructed to tell my children that they belong to anyone other than themselves. This would lead to low self-worth.

Paul struggles with his self-worth. He gets frustrated, and wonders why his leadership unravels as soon as he leaves a town. Wandering from place to place, trying to build community through letter writing, taking the pulse of the church from prison or faraway lands, he sometimes gets it wrong. I can see him pulling his hair as he writes, wondering what he should do next, wondering if he should say it in a different way.

When Paul says, "I thank God that I baptized none of you except Crispus and Gaius . . ." is this merely a theological point, or a moment of frightening frustration, a crisis in leadership?

"You guys are nuts. I didn’t baptize any of you. OK, maybe a few of you at Stephanus’s place. But if I did, I’ve put it out of my mind."

In today’s world, Paul would be seen as needing affirmation. In a group therapy setting, other ministers involved in challenging church starts would offer Paul some positive reinforcement. Maybe we’d offer Paul an interim, or a sabbatical. But Paul does not appear to need any of these things. Instead, his theology pulls him through the crisis.

"For Christ did not send me to baptize but to proclaim the gospel, and not with eloquent wisdom, so that the cross of Christ might not be emptied of its power." Paul refuses to be the hero of his own story, the spiritual athlete who saves the day with his wisdom. He leans on God’s power, not his own, as he reminds the church that the world will not ultimately define them. "For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are saved it is the power of God."

Paul refuses to allow others to belong to him, and in so doing he refuses to belong to himself. God’s story does not begin or end with him, but in Christ. Paul turns us away from our own pleasure and comfort to the cross. In a world in which we are supposed to belong only to ourselves, Paul reminds us of a time when the church made harder claims.

He points us to Christ who will not be divided, and to a small church community worth fighting for.

Caution: Contents May Be Hot (Matthew 5:1-12)

In these litigious days, fast food restaurants warn us of the obvious. Before biting into that deep-fried McDonald’s apple pie, we read, "Caution: Contents may be hot." What looks like soft, sweet, greasy comfort food could scald your trusting tongue. The familiar treat is not harmless. It may bite you back.

The Beatitudes sneak up on us like that. These words of Jesus are so often quoted that they have become bland and mushy on the outside. "Blessed are the meek, the poor in spirit, those who mourn, the pure in heart." We tend to remember the parts that reflect the lowest common denominator, the "Have a nice day" goodness of our culture, the parts that go down easy like apple pie.

We tend to forget the hot insides, the news that the poor and the persecuted are not only blessed, but will gain the kingdom of heaven. We forget that you are blessed when people revile you and utter evil against you. And if God is blessing the peacemakers, what does that say about the warriors? What about the rich? What about the rich who call themselves "only comfortable"? What about those who are not persecuted? What about those who ignore the persecution of others? Caution: Contents may be hot.

Whenever this passage becomes too hot to handle, there is a sad, cowardly tendency in the Christian tradition of retreating to one verse: "Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth." Worried about revolution? Worried about redistribution of wealth? Pull out "Blessed are the meek," and throw it over any sparks that might ignite into a reordering of the world.

Thoughtful Christians must acknowledge that this one line is often twisted to keep workers from organizing unions, to keep wives from leaving battering husbands, to keep the oppressed from acting out in this world. Unscrupulous preachers have promised the meek that their reward will come in the afterlife -- as if the rest of the Sermon on the Mount ignores justice, which it does not.

Jesus relates the concerns of the afterlife to suffering on earth, and blessing to struggle in this life, in order to call us back to life in the here and now. If correcting injustice affects our blessing, we should be more, not less, concerned about it.

For Jesus, the idea of blessing is not simply about the afterlife. For Jesus, coming out of the Jewish tradition, blessing affects life here on earth. Being chosen carries painful responsibility, as we see when Jesus offers the example of the prophets. And new life in Christ is not a layaway plan, a treat to be enjoyed later, after all the bills are paid off. We receive new life in Christ on credit, through a debt we can never pay. We get it now. Through sanctification we are changed, right here in the eschatological meantime.

So are the meek changed? Do they, once they are blessed, remain meek? Or are they transformed by the blessing? To my mind, "Blessed are the meek" says more about those who abuse power than it does about the virtues of being meek. The meek are the ones who are blessed, and not those who make them meek.

The city of New Haven is poor. We have the poor American city’s high infant mortality rates, the high AIDS rates, the high crime rates. The manufacturing base that once made Connecticut rich has mostly moved south or out of the country. My beloved city is a service economy that begs chain stores to move to town, and bends over backwards to please businesses with tax abatements. We compete with other struggling cities for the crumbs around the economic table. We have been meek, and we are not inheriting the earth.

A few years ago, I gained a new understanding of power through the congregation-based community organizing group here in town, Elm City Congregations Organized (ECCO). We were taught that power means the ability to act, and that power is a quality of the Godhead, something that God wants human beings to have. Power with others, sharing the ability to act with other people, is very different from wielding power over others.

A Kmart agreed to come to town, but only if it was allowed to sell guns. ECCO led a boycott that removed those guns from the store. Then we passed a law that prohibited liquor sales next to our schools. When our largest gun manufacturer threatened to move jobs south, we asked for our $9 million in tax abatements. As I have watched church members cross denominational and theological boundaries to form relationships with one another, it feels as though the meek are inheriting the earth. We are not inheriting the earthly power or the worldly wealth, hut when Pentecostal and Catholic show up at city hall to make a plan to build affordable houses for the poor, we catch a glimpse of another, better kingdom.

The Beatitudes are not about standing on the sidelines, doing nothing and waiting for God to clean up our messes. In the Beatitudes, Jesus gives the blessing to those who, like the peacemakers, dare to mess with war.

There is no blessing for those who simply think about righteousness, but only for those who are truly hungry and thirsty for it. These are the people who live so passionately that they may find themselves in the midst of controversy. These are the people who will be reviled and persecuted by those who would prefer that they stay meek.

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