Unbreaking

 
there is a grain of sand
that was part of a pebble
there is a pebble
that was part of a stone
there is a stone
that was part of boulder
there is a boulder
that was part of this great earth
every rock that ever was
every rock that ever is
every rock that ever will be
is a broken bone
not a one is whole
not a one is complete
and all the crushed and corrupt
yearns for the unbreaking
and every shattered image
desires an end to the aching
while I and we and they
seek the same healing salve
cry – not tomorrow, nor yesterday
but today today today!

Breathe

 
see
the weightlessness of transparancy
like a ghost in the waters
unburdened of every anchor
watch the links in the chain
sink to the deep
one
at
a
time
then breach the surface of it all
and
breathe

Undone

 
the deep and the dark
they need a hovering
the chaotic uncreated
they need a loving
the deaf dead clay
needs a breeze
a living breath
while the ever-black
seeks blazing banishment
for…
all that undone desires
is to be undone
all that is bone cold
longs to be in sun
longs to be in son
may I be undone

Reimagining Church

 
One of the books I have recently read is Frank Viola’s Reimagining Church: Pursuing the Dream of Organic Christianity which, as you can imagine, is a reimagining of – you guessed it – church. Frank Viola is an iconoclast. He has a mission (which he would likely call ministry or calling) to shatter the age-old traditional image of the church as we know it. That solid (but crumbling) edifice that is a focus of so much of what Christianity has become. Noble ideas all – no one likes a reformers or a prophet…but it remains to be seen if Viola is either or if he is simply an angry man. Reading this book was an exercise in frustration and refreshment all rolled into one messy ball.
 
The book begins a little like one would expect an infomercial to begin – with customer testimonials…letters from happy organic church visitors/clients. The testimonials are designed to show how the organic church experience is far more genuine and closer to the heart of God than what our traditional churches have become. Really though it is not difficult for anyone to find a few client testimonials to prop up pretty much any organization. Frankly I am sure that Al Qaida, the Ku Klux Klan and even Jonestown before the tragedy could do the same.
 
Sadly immediately after the testimonials the next section is titled "I Have A Dream" which worked well when Martin Luther King Jr. used it but should never be used again by anyone else because it just sounds like a bit of a rip-off and cliched. Of course all of the criticisms I have levelled so far focus primarily on the packaging of the content (which is ironic given how critical Viola is of the packaging AND content of the current institutional church). The saving grace for Viola is that his content is really not bad. He has very good ideas as far as church is concerned but I think he tends toward an extreme and I am always wary of extremists no matter who they are.
 
The language of Viola in his "I Have A Dream" section sounds a lot like a version of theological Marxism (which I realize is an anacronism) as he rails against the human power structures that have corrupted church leadership and led to an oppression of the laity and dreams of a day when God will demolish the human infrastructures that have "ursurped His authority" with something truly Godly and remove the shackles of cleargy oppression from the masses. Wheww. There is so much to critique I am not sure where to begin.
 
Really there is nothing wrong with Viola’s dream. I mean I dream for the same things. Unfortunately his dream denies the existance of human nature (as did Marxism and it’s little brother communism…BTW…don’t go around telling people I called Viola a marxist-communist…I am simply saying he use similar logic and language). Viola’s dream is a dream of the church as it would look remade by Christ and this is not going to fully occur until heaven and earth are united and recreated…you cannot simply look at the "human" aspects of the church in disgust and wish it away – this smacks of platonism and gnosticism.
 
As long as there is brokeness in the world there will be human infrastructures and heirarchy and God has ordained that, for the time-being, it should be so. Why? Because while the kingdom has come, it is still coming and still yet to come. Things are not yet complete. As Paul says in 1 Corinthians 13:12 "For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known."
 
I think Viola’s biggest mistake with the book is the assumption that the practicing institutional church believes it is the full expression of the body of Christ in the world. While the world may see the body of Christ as the institutional church I can tell you that we (clergy) are quite aware that our one hour on Sunday morning constitutes a fraction of the reality that is the body of Christ in the world and so in light of this Viola gives us far too much credit…in some ways he speaks of and is angry at a church that only exists in places like Westboro Baptist or the middle ages.
 
On many occassions Viola swings his axe against "empty religious ritual". While we agree that ritual is what it is…symbolic…it is not simply a human institution but rather a way of remembering the acts of God within human hitory. Ritual, however empty Viola believes it to be, is critical to our state of being as humans. One need only read Leviticus to see that God has been involved in the establishment of ritual. One need only read the words of Christ at Passover to understand the importance of repeated human action as established by God.
 
Of course the danger of ritual is that it becomes the thing one is trying to remember rather then a symbol of it but this does not mean one abolishes all ritual, all human institution and all forms of authority because what is left is anarchy. Those that go out and start their organic churches will find to their shock and disappointment that people still end up abusing authority, that heirarchies will still develop, that rituals, symbols and a clergy/laity divide will still somehow form. I fear that people who buy in to the idealistic vision that Viola presents, when confronted with such human failure, will see it rather as a proof of the impotence of God rather than the impotence of humanity because they were taught that the organic church was the true, real and Godly, Spirit-led way of becoming church.
 
Viola’s vision of church is not wrong but it is out of time. His vision of the church is Christ’s as well, but it is the church of the new Heaven and the new Earth empowered by the eternal imminant presence of the triune God when the brokeness of the world has been healed once and for all. Viola makes the mistake of so many brilliant thinkers before him (like Luther, Calvin, Arminius,Freud, etc) and surely those to come after – he reads too much of his own context, experience and pain into the lives of everyone else and into scripture and his response becomes a system to be applied outside of his context and into the broader contexts of "the rest of us".
 
Another concern is that there are many leaps of logic that permeate throughout the text to the degree that it significantly undermines the whole premise of what Viola is trying to say. Too many to go into in-depth one example comes from the end of chapter one that tells the story of the girl Genie, who having grown up in a highly deprived environment eventually loses the capacity for behaviours we believe are hardwired into us – Viola says "Some scientists concluded that her normal DNA was altered because she was deprived of proper nutrition and stimulation." Ok – if anything screams FOOTNOTE this statement does. Unfortunately there are no footnotes anywhere in the book. There are endnotes but they are sporadic and rather incomplete. Viola goes on to apply this story to the church and suggests that humanity has in some way done the same thing to the church that was done to Genie and the church’s natural, organic development was interupted and what we have now is a corrupt and twisted version of what was intended.
 
So what do we do with Viola? Well for starters he has brilliant ideas on how to structure the life of the church. I appreciate his focus on the trinity and that our ecclessiology needs to be trinitarian in nature. I also appreciate his desire to flatten heirarchies and consider venues outside of the insitituional church edifice and common business practices to develop new church experiences. I do not think denominations need to be abolished but rather their theological oversight needs to become administrative oversight and there is no doubt that a large collection of affiliated churches can better maximize their impact on the global scene for the gospel than individual and separate church’s can (although there are always exceptions to the rule).
 
If one strips away the ideological statements (and there are a lot of them) and tempers the practical ideas (i.e. rather than eradicate the instituional church as we know it perhaps help it transform into a local affiliation of house churches) then one is left with a remarkable collection of insights and ideas. Viola offers many fantastic ideas on reimagining the church meeting, the Lord’s Supper, the gathering place, leadership, oversight, decision making, authority and submission etc.
 
Read the book (it really isn’t bad) but read it carefully and learn to separate out the ideology and iconoclasm from the practical ideas offered (as one would separate wheat and chaff).

The Cold and the Old

 
the cold and the old
sit still in the empty
like dead leaves
on a windless lawn
sad from without
but really they glow
paralyzed
mesmerized
by a song inside
that makes souldance
in blind joy
not empty shells
just too full…
 

Christ the Centre

 
there is a centre somewhere
hidden in an eternal midday mist
there is a heart nearby
past the thorny barbs
a singing sweet forever
lost in the deepening dark
while
my kingdom’s crown lay cold
upon amythest and marble
just past the reach of this adam’s arm
till black grows the sky
in flies that pour from a poor man’s rot
 
but
 
sharp focused is this cold blue eye
on God’s gold shards that
pierce me in hard-edged truth
cutting away the world
leaving the word
naked word

Milestones, Achievements and other Shiny Baubles

 
Two things I noticed today that I liked:
 
1. My spaces blog has almost reached 50,000 pages views (which is more than 10,000 per year since it has been active)
2. I am now a Top 100 Reviewer on Amazon. My Amazon.ca reviewer rank is now 97 out of almost 10,000 current reviewers (we’ll see how long that lasts)
 
Why did I title the blog such as I did? Because I am a shameless pursuer of happy shiny achievements. I love achieving things…it does not matter what. I achieve and then store the achievements in a pile in my mind that I can curl around and rest in contentment. In reality I have loads of various certificates, plaques, degrees, diplomas etc. I think that I am like this because I never won a single award or achievement until grade 13 (Ontario) when I won the Lion’s Club of Guelph Creative Writing award. Ok – I lie – I have one boxing tropy left over from my boxing days, a baseball trophy from when my fastball team won the season and a plaque for being elected leader of the opposition at a Citizenship camp. But generally speaking most of my achievements came after highschool…I am sure this says something about my latent sense of value (especially when your sister won every possible award she could win throughout her school career) but I am perfectly fine with that as long as it remains latent.  🙂
 
Despite the fact that I am aware that most of these achievements are worth only as much as the paper or pixels that make them up I still enjoy the challenge. So thank you gentle reader of blog and review – you are appreciated for helping me add to the pile.

Flare

 
For a moment
light is all and everything
the world shines brighter then it should
drunken shadows dance and sway
such beauty in the night
brilliant magnesium masquerade
draws the eyes to the once black skies
we see and can be seen
for it is death that floats overhead
false sun flies
each man dies
we are all undone
every one

The Naked Christ

 
For years now I have been developing the idea of preaching a series, possibly writing a book and developing a church community on the following concepts:
 
– The Naked Christ (already a book by Wayne Jacobsen called The Naked Christ from 1998)
– The Naked Christian
– The Naked Church
 
The Naked Christ (God the Father) – The seeds of the idea were initially planted as I read Dietrich Bonhoeffer who referenced the need for the church to strip away years of human tradition which we have cloaked Christ with like heavy garments until he is nearly obscured from view. There is a saying that goes back to the early church fathers – nudus nudum Christum sequi  – "nakedly following the naked Christ" and the idea which was picked up (somewhat literally at times) by St. Jerome (circa 380 AD) and St. Francis of Assisi (circa 1200 AD) among others, was that Christ is at his most brilliant and Godly when unclothed of all that the world would lay upon him. Christ being the new Adam is not ashamed of his nakedness though we, sons of Adam and daughters of Eve (to coin a phrase) are instinctively ashamed of the naked Christ and would clothe him with human robes of tradition and ceremony. Christ’s own nakedness reminds us of our own and we are ashamed at ourselves as well. It is this Christ, who entered the world naked and left naked having been strippped of everything by humanity including his clothes not to mention his dignity from a human perspective, to whom we owe allegiance and homage.
 
The Naked Christian (God the Son) – is who we become when we comprehend the naked Christ in all of his brilliance unadorned and allowed to shine forth in true Godly glory. Nakedness is what we strive for ourselves, a goal, however lofty, to aim at. That we might be able to unburden ourselves of human expectation and encumbrance and walk into the world as if from new Eden stripped clean of worldly expectation, washed of guilt by the naked Christ’s own blood, and able to become a reflection of this new humanity modeled by Christ and available to all who would embrace him. The kingdom has come, is coming and will come and as a part of this enigmatic ongoing overlapping of heaven and earth we are capable of modeling these things even now as the old earth passes away before our eyes. As this happens we are reminded of the word’s of Christ in Revelation 21:5 "Behold, I make all things new" and this includes us as part of redeemed Creation who are then truly reborn from above and enter naked into the world as we first did from our mother’s womb.
 
The Naked Church (God the Holy Spirit) – then, is what we, as a movement of Christians unencumbered by such coverings, would become. the very naked body of Christ moving in the world in a way that seeks to transform and announce the coming kingdom already present. Idealistic? Possibly, but it is an ideal worth pursuing I think. The world’s response to such a church would be not unlike our own response to such a person – shock, fear, shame, and anger (not unlike the response of most people to Christ) and a move to cover the church’s nakedness. I am reminded of when the restoration of the Sistine Chapel was done after years of painstaking work by experts seeking to restore the painting of Michaelangelo to its original state. When the chapel was unveiled the priests and pastors of the art world (art critics) responded in shock and many were angry. They said the painting had been ruined. They were cartoonish and garishly bright in comparison to the muted subtle colours that had earlier existed. The reality though was that the restorers had simply, painstakingly removed centuries of candle soot and buildup that had obscured the brilliant original glory of Michaelangelo’s work. So is the likely response of the world to the unveiled, uncovered, naked church. Still some would be drawn, some would see the body for what it is, the promise of newness and salvation. It only takes a few. One God present amongst his children become 12, who become hundreds, who become thousands, who become millions, who become billions.
 
All in all it is a compelling vision I think and one that requires humility and utter dependance upon God to be one’s source for all things. One’s covering, one’s sustenance, one’s shelter, one’s healer, one’s everything. We would become empty and naked so that we might be filled by him and clothed in his righteousness.

Much Ado About Nothing

 
Too much to write. So many thoughts and ideas getting lost in the whirlwind of these days it is hard to put anything into pixels. I have been dreaming a lot lately but there is no sense to them that I can figure out and I know of no Joseph that I can trust. I have been on a reading lull lately…I need to pick something up and work through it. I miss my days of reading fiction…everything seems to be "real" these days or "true" in terms of what’s being read. People do not value fantasy the way they used too…although you would think they would given the state of things in the world – it seems like a place worth escaping from time to time.
 
I have read an interesting article on "The New Calvinists" – folks like John Piper, Mark Driscoll and others. While I respect their discipline (I have always respected the discipline of Calvinists) but they’re no different then the Old Calvinists and so offer nothing new – just the same old burdensome ideas with a different wrapper…I find that where Calvinists are right they are profoundly right and where they are wrong they are profoundly wrong. The challenge with arguing theology with Calvinists is that they are "elect" and so they never really listen to you – not really. Not deep down.
 
So what am I? Less and less do I find I fit into a particular box except Christian…that I become more certain of everyday…the rest is all an increasingly deep fog. I respect certain attitudes of Luther but despise his anti-semitism and suspect it tainted his theology a bit. I appreciate Calvin and even got to visit his church in Geneva, Switzerland before I could appreciate the moment but cannot fully buy into anything in TULIP except for the T (which may say more about me then Calvin). There is much I respect about our Catholic and Orthodox brothers and sisters and yet too much that I do not. Ultimately the Apostles’ Creed says enough for me…and maybe enough for others too.
 
It is winter these days…it came so suddenly it is like it has always been here. I busted the fish out of an alarmingly small icy prison outside the other day and nearly froze my fingers off in the process. The weren’t as slow as I thought they’d be but they’re now safe in a tupperware container in the garage for the rest of the season. I am looking forward to our Christmas Movie Night Double-Feature in youth this week – we’ll be watching It’s A Wonderful Life first followed by Elf second. Should be good. I am feeling like an old movie these days…like Bing Crosby in The Bells of St. Mary’s or Holiday Inn maybe…something very old and somehow still very good.
 
Well – this has been more of an exercise in writing then in saying anything too useful. I’m sure you don’t mind though eh? It’s been a week where I have not written anything. Perhaps my muse is frozen somewhere on the slopes of Parnassus or Olympia…who’s to say really. This likely explains the drought in terms of poetry. I never worry about her disappearances though because she is faithful and always returns…next to Christ she is the one constant in my life. I love it when she returns and offers up some image or emotion…some idea or colour that I had never thought of before. She is a collector really…I think she travels far and wide seeking out shiny things to bring back to me that I might build something out of them…something they were never intended for but something beautiful nonetheless.