Cradle Rock ‘n Roll

Yesterday, I stumbled into my field education site, hopped up on caffeine and barely awake. The night before, I stayed up till 2 am writing a seven page paper on six verses of Galatians (and misspelling Jesus in Koine Greek in bold letters on the front page) and my body was feeling the effects of a long week. When I arrived, I realized I forgot a scheduled event for that afternoon. I met up with the CYF director (and ended up calling her by the wrong name and insisting that my semester was ending in January rather than May), and waited for the event to begin. We were going to hang out with some new born babes.

There’s been a mini-baby boom at my field site with more than half a dozen babbies entering the world since October. All of them are adorable and lovely with my kidling, I think, the next one on the list. All the moms and dads were excited to learn that my wife and I were expecting and the advice came pouring out. Ideas about how to walk up five flights with a stroller were shared as well as how to get the kid to quiet down if walking around and bouncing isn’t working (do a few squats with them – I must remember this). We all sat around, chatted, and I even held a babby for the group picture! It was a lot of fun.

Near the end, I was asked if I was excited about the upcoming birth, scared, or both. I answered honestly that it depends on the time of day. Most of the time, I’m super excited. Other times, I’m freaked. But, over all, I’m looking forward to meeting the little guy. Just a little more than 3 months! AHHHHHH.

Closeted Christians and Sympathetic Procurators

Last night, I made my acting debut.

During Lent, my internship site has a midweek service series that involves readings, prayers, and a dramatic presentation. The dramatic pieces were taken from a series of unlikely and hypothetical meetings of characters, and their families, in the passion story of Jesus. The scripts were reworked six years ago (and reworked again for this season) and my supervisor asked me to be involved. For the last service (last night), my wife and I played Pontius Pilate and his wife. It was fun because we got to have a play fight and argue about the nature of Jesus after he was crucified.

Now, I’ll admit that the script was difficult for me to work through mostly because, well, there was quite a bit of imagination infused into this scene that seemed problematic. There was an attempt, in some of the formulation of the script, to actually make Pilate’s wife a secret-Christian and make Pontius Pilate a sympathetic character. And I really really really dislike these ideas. Sure, it’s possible to read that lens into the gospels but just because that can be read into the story does not mean that it is actually life-giving. I really actively fought against this perspective and my wife did too. It’s one thing to identify with Pontinus Pilate and dwell deep with why the gospels depicted him (and his wife) the way they do but it’s quite another thing to romanticize the characters away from their own contexts. We’ve already had that in the Acts of Pilate and I don’t think we need to do that again.

However, I really had a lot of fun doing this. It was stressful worrying about it, seeing it on the calendar, organizing rehearsals, and trying to memorize my lines. I really am bad at memorizing things so I spent quite a bit of time on the subway annoying my fellow riders by reading and moving my mouth at the same time. I didn’t have a costume (though I dressed in a shirt and tie, feeling like I was making a contemporary commentary on our real world) and, at the last minute, I discovered I really like props. The folks in the front row got to witness my use of puns and humor by noticing that I had a file with Jesus’ name on it in the “out box” on my desk. I’m pretty proud of that joke actually.

Afterwards, I was amazed with the reflections that people gave me and I realized that I’d make a terrible actor. It seems that in the other dramatic presentations, there was a change that occurred with at least one of the characters on stage. The character would move from one place to the other. However, in my scene, the characters, at the end, ended up in the same place where they started. People expected Pilate to change but he did not. He thought Jesus was silly and insignificant and that is where he ended up. And that, it many ways, is my own take of who Pilate was. Rather than my embodying the character as it was written, I imposed my own view of the character onto the script and I refused to let him change. He flustered but I changed the script before I changed my view of Pilate. I want Pilate to be a jerk and stay a jerk. I don’t have any need to make him a sympathetic character and I think its problematic to do so. So I made Pilate come off as a jerk even if the script explicitly did not do so. I wouldn’t be a good actor because I would refuse to let the character be as they are written. But I did enjoy pretending to be an actor one for the first time last night.

Silver Chalice, Dish Soap, Love Affair

This morning, while serving as an acolyte at my school’s chapel, I discovered a fun fact. It seems that if you use dish soap to clean a silver chalice, the soap clings to the silver and does not come off if you rinse it. For those on chapel duty, or who are partaking in the heavenly meal of Eucharist, you are left with communion wine that tastes not only a tad soapy but the taste lingers for quite awhile. So, when it comes to silver chalices, the method used to clean cast iron pans works best or else Jesus just doesn’t go down easy. Though I guess you could run with this idea and make quite a few jokes about Jesus being the New Dawn. Anti-bacterial Jesus, leaves hands lemony fresh!

Future Hope

Yesterday at my field site, I helped lead our youth education for our middle schoolers. There were about seven of us in a smallish conference room and rather than going over the lesson for the day (from a curriculum that is just a tad too Arminian for my tastes), the CYF director suggested that we do a “Hot Topics” session. With the Trayvon Martin shooting in the background of the news, we thought it might be smart to take their pulse, see what they’ve heard, and just provide a space where they could talk about it.

Now, like most groups, there’s no way that we’re only going to stay on one topic for an entire hour. We covered a lot of ground – from video games, the problems downloading from X-Box live through some local news events and the last episode of “The Walking Dead.” We did get around to Tryvon Martin and we had a great conversation. I asked them about hoodies, fear, stereotypes, and what they thought that happened. Now, I’ll admit that I have a certain perspective on what happened and that my view did infiltrate the conversion – but I really tried to focus less on what happened in Florida and more about what happens in their lives in New York. I was impressed with how up-to-date on local events they were. They knew about the controversies we’ve been having over the stop-and-frisk policy of the NYPD. They had all experienced or witnessed the ageism associated with their being young kids and whenever they are “in packs.” And since they all live in a large city with a huge variety of people, they did share some common sense experiences of how they handle each other and other people. They also were honest about times when they felt discriminated against. We also shared what racism and stereotypes were. It was great being able to share my own experiences of being on the negative end of stereotypes and racism. Eventually, one of the kids even brought up what it means to be an American and I asked each of them what that meant. It was great because race, skin color, class, gender, sexuality, or anything like that didn’t show up in their definitions. They sounded so optimistic, I almost got emotional. I just wanted to tell them “NEVER CHANGE! Keep being open! Don’t limit your definitions to ‘a look!’ America should be bigger than that! My olive toned future kidling will greatly appreciate it!” I didn’t say that, of course, but I guess I’m optimistic about the future too.

Conquistador Paul

In my course on First & Second Corinthians, we examine the letters from Paul through various perspectives, contexts, contemporary theological movements, and racial/ethnical/colonial lenses. It involves a lot of reading of contrasting opinions and views that usually leaves my brain feeling over-saturated, full, and completely confused which is a lot of fun, to be honest.

This past week, the concept of Paul as colonizer came up. I’ll admit, I struggled with this view a lot. In certain ways, this image makes sense. Paul, leaving Judea & Antioch, traveled through out Asia Minor and Greece, established (or met with) communities of the Jesus movement. He viewed himself as the Apostle to the Gentiles and planted communities everywhere. In his letters, we can trace the conflicts he had with the communities he interacted with. This image, of taking the message of Jesus out, into new lands, and waving his authority around, seems to match our understanding of what it means to “colonize.” And, for post-colonial people, seeing Paul as a colonizer helps to build a lens of Paul that doesn’t assume that the authoritative structures that he interacted with (or revolted against) and that later Christianity developed and imposed on others, should be accepted as the default meaning of what the Scriptures says. This image worked in the classroom and I saw many of my classmates move see this image of Paul and relate it to colonial movements throughout history. But I struggled with it because I really have a hard time seeing Paul as a colonizer since the image of colonization that I envision is what happened in the New World. England, France, and especially Spain’s, use of military force, economic might, and disease to destroy, conquer, and the native americans of the Americas is how I imagine colonization to be. It’s hard for me to see Paul as a conquistador since he didn’t have a Spanish Galleon supporting him (though, legend has it, he did have the horse).

Of course, my model of colonization isn’t the only one that existed in the world. The British experience in India, the United States with Puerto Rico and the Philippines, and other stories of imperialism doesn’t necessarily follow the New World movement to a T. But there is the issue of force applied to those situations and this force seems non-existing in Paul’s letter. Sure, Paul throws his authority around and tries to claim that he has force (and his language can be very violent and angry), but he doesn’t have the external force that I envision colonizers to have. And his argument for the subjection, or containment, of the subs-sections of his community, while forceful, are actually limited in the larger scheme of things. It was Rome, not Paul, who was the imperial power and it was Rome, not Paul, that re-founded Corinth as a Roman colony. The best image, in my mind, for Paul would be if Native Americans had sent a mission to Spain in 1510 – a mission that didn’t involve them arriving in chains.

Now, I don’t think it’s unreasonable to see Paul as a colonizer nor do I think it unreasonable to see the later pastoral epistles and its structuring of authority as a direction towards imperialism. Nor should my problem with seeing Paul as a colonizer in anyway get Christianity off the hook for its role in the history of imperialism and colonization. But I just can’t seem to subjectively withdraw, take a step back, and see him as the role of the conquistador. And the fact that I keep using that term is part of the problem. My own experience, as a Mexican-American, has embedded my image of colonization through the hispanic experience. It isn’t that I don’t have the imagination to see the colonial experience through other lenses but that I can’t seem to just…get it. I guess that’s one of my biases then.

Tebow? I hardly know you!

I apologize for being quiet this week. I could blame the usual suspects: school, church, my secret double life as a masked crusader, and while all of that is true, the real reason I’ve been silent is that I’ve been glued to Manning/Tebow Gate 2012.


More day of papers here.

If it’s not obvious, I am a die-hard Denver Broncos fan. My father grew up rooting for them and he pasted those genes to me. I’ve already been busy infecting my wife, cat, and dog with that loyalty as well (and watch out kidling! you’re next). So when I heard that Manning signed for Denver, I couldn’t believe it. One of the best quarterbacks in the game… I had a million questions. Is he healthy? Would he be able to play? Will he be able to continue the success that Denver had last year? Can he convince the defense to not continually break-down after game six every season? And could Tebow really survive as a backup? And, if not, since we just got rid of Quinn, who would backup Manning? And does every little colt always want to grow up into a Bronco?

I wasn’t surprised that Tebow was traded though it did make me a little sad. Even though I disagree with Tebow on a lot of things (theology, politics, his choice of eye makeup), I did like him as a Bronco. I liked that he took tebowing in stride. I also thought he looked good on the field even though he played terribly sometimes. He did lead the Broncos to their first playoff win in a long time and, for that, I’m grateful. He did great and as a long-time Bronco fan, I approved of him. But I really didn’t expect him to go to the Jets.


Get your desktop Peyton Manning/Tebow here.

New York is going Tebow bananas. Even the Grey Lady decided to write an article about how Tebow had an ancestor that lived in New Jersey at some point in the 1600s. For a Godless town, we’re loving the Tebow. And I’m not going to lie, I thought about sending an invite to him to attend my field site (or my home congregation if Queens is more his scene) but it seems I not the only one wondering which church he’ll end up in (though Sunday mornings might be bad for him, workwise). Our theology won’t click, and he might not like seeing women in the pulpit, but we have a great community for him. So if you see this Tebow, let me know if you need a place to worship. I promise I won’t ask you to phone it in if you meet the Broncos next season.

Promises I make on St. Patty’s Day


This Resurrection Picture is pretty great. Via Rachel Held Evans from Matthew Paul Turner.

St. Patty’s Day in New York is just pure madness.

Yesterday, my wife and I did a little shopping on 34th street before our partying (i.e. a birthday party for a friend). We swam amongst a sea of green. Both the LIRR and NJ Path trains were unloading hordes of green people into the city. All the bars were filled, cops were everywhere, and it was more rowdy than the usual 5 o’clock-off-from-work crowd. We almost didn’t survive.

Later, at the party of my friend, her boyfriend and I got to talking. I really like him and he’s always very curious about how my program is going (he’s Jewish so my wedding was the first time he ever went into a church and his experience with Christianity is mostly tied to watching the tv show Seventh Heaven and the Broadway shows Jesus Christ Superstar and Godspell). He’s kind of a big deal in the theatre world and he is aware that churches put on musicals. He asked me if, once I have a call, he could come in and direct a version of 1776. I heartily agreed. So watch out world, an all-Lutheran version of 1776 is going to happen! Though we might have to add in Peter Muhlenberg because he is awesome.

You say Potato, I say…..Potato

Yesterday morning, my second semester New Testament survey course had a guest lecturer (Dr. McGowan, Warden of Trinity College, Melbourne). The topic of conversation was food, the Lord’s Supper, and the tradition of the banquet in the Greco-Roman world. It was fantastic.

However, right before the lecture started, the TA encouraged people to move up (everyone sat in back). She waved her arms, shouted, encouraged us to move, at a glacial pace, towards the front. Some moved, most didn’t. When the TA asked “why are you all sitting in the back?”, my friend responded “We’re Episcopalians.” I turned to him and said, “oh, we would have called them Lutherans.”

Considering how long it took us to develop the Call to Common Mission, with our tendency to sit in the back of the room, the ecumenical movement should have moved faster. We’re alike!

Sometimes, it’s hard to be a progressive Christian

I really shouldn’t respond to things posted on Huffington Post but, well, this piece on Christian Social Ethics really ticked me off. It makes me feel annoyed about being a progressive Christian. Though, to be honest, it is also hard to be a Christian since the body of Christ contains people quite different politically, socially, and morally than me. The gulf between me and, say, Rick Santorum, is vast but that’s the very nature of the church. The problem with God is that God keeps being bigger than me.

But what I really struggle with is when progressives start touting the argument about “conservative” Christianity being Pauline. The problem with that argument is that it tries to do a couple of things: 1) it removes Paul from the canon 2) it tries to get us off the hook when it comes to dealing with statements that Paul makes and 3) it cuts out later Christian thought from Augustine through Martin Luther and down to me. It actually undercuts my theology and I’m (probably) on their side! It also, dangerously, declares my theology and tradition as, somehow, anti-social justice, anti-Jesus, anti-poor, and anti-loving-my-neighbors. It also makes some mistakes because it generalizes Paul, forgets that he collected money for the church in Jerusalem, and forgets that Paul wrote Romans. There is a lot wrong with the kind of argument that Mike Lux is making because it starts in the wrong place. It is arguing for a purity of practice, trying to somehow return to “Jesus” and pull out his “true” teaching as a way to influence current social and Christian practices. It is, in a nutshell, doing exactly what the “conservatives” do but switching to a more socially liberal direction. And that’s fine but if you’re going to undercut tradition, the canon, and use weak exegetical and theological arguments to make your point, you’re going to weaken your argument, not strengthen it.

I completely disagree with what Santorum said but I’m not so sure that he is using liberal the way that Lux thinks he is. Actually, I don’t think Santorum knows what the word liberal is because, when it comes to the concept of liberal in the Christian world (and specifically in Catholic teaching), liberal is a specific thing. My definition (that it’s not liberal to say that Jesus healed the sick and we should to; liberal means saying things like the resurrection didn’t happen) is a product of the development of liberal thought in the 19th and 20th centuries. Santorum is taking the term liberal, as it is used in our current political structures, and merging it with a system of theology that the Catholic church reacted against. He’s also equating theological liberalism with liberation theology (which, honestly, I think is a very hard case to make) and trying to tie those two things together through the social liberalism. He’s combining terms, misusing them for sound bytes, and people ARE BUYING IT. He’s using the term liberal to claim that all progressive Christians are theologically liberal and aren’t true Christians. It’s a fine attempt at word play but it is extremely inaccurate. He might not be doing this combination on purpose but if a writer responds like Mike Lux did, you fall into Santorum’s trap and you begin to make the mistake of throwing Paul under the bus. Take Santorum down for saying that liberation theology is not a salvation theology (how can he even make that claim?). Or, better yet, take him to task for disavowing the language of liberation theology, the same language that Pope John Paul II loved to use when he talked about the God’s “preferential love for the poor.” That’s social justice! Point out Santorum’s own flawed reasoning and have him do battle with his own Catholic heritage!

To claim that “conservatives” or “evangelicals” or the religious right are somehow “Pauline” (i.e. not Jesus Christians) makes the mistake of throwing entire groups of people under the bus for no reason. On Sunday, I preached on what Paul says that the Corinthian community (and Paul) do – “we proclaim Christ crucified.” As a Lutheran Christian, I cannot see myself proclaiming anything else. In Lux’s definition, I’m not on Christ’s side.

In Lux’s defense, he’s arguing against a specific framework or ideology that, in his mind, does not change behavior. He sees a Jesus who ate with sinners and sees professing Christians who don’t match that image. Christians, for Lux, are to be transformative characters in the world. His criticism is a valid and is not a new point to make. But he never actually brings up a counter to the theory. He attacks the outcome of his theory of individual salvation but never counters with a different point of view. Instead, he shuts down the theory by saying that to a true Christian, one can’t be “only Pauline” (whatever that means). He doesn’t argue salvation, he doesn’t argue theology, he instead argues actions, morality, and behaviors. He identifies proper Christianity with proper action. In my mind, he’s making the same theological mistakes that the conservatives he dislikes are making! (but, hey, I’m Lutheran so I would make that jump). In Lux’s eyes, to not do as Jesus did is to, in some ways, be an incomplete Christian. He’s taking Santorum’s quote and using it in reverse, to exclude Santorum and his ilk from the body of Christ. The underlying assumption (the notion of salvation, what that means, where it comes froms, etc) in Lux’s argument is never questioned. Rather, Lux’s version of Paul’s theology gets attack, thrown under the bus, and painted as something wrong. He falls into the talking point trap. And it’s this type of argument that fails to actually encourage debate. It doesn’t engage with the other side. It does what the Santorum does and I really don’t see what’s very progressive about it.