Enter the Children

Pastor with Nolan and Hasan

Pastor with Nolan and Hasan

This past Sunday, during the Peace of Christ, a little friend made his way to the front of the church and came up to the platform whereupon I hugged him and told him I had missed him. He’d been away visiting grandparents for the better part of the summer.  He then asked if he could sit with me.  I said yes, but once I preach, you’ll have to go back and sit with your mom.  He returned to explain this to his mother but remained in his pew.  I’m a parent–I’m not sure I’d agree to let my five year old go sit with the preacher until the preacher let me know it was okay.

That made my day though and I’m now thinking, why not allow children to come up and sit with me during the service?  If they memorize a verse of scripture, I’d be happy to give them the opportunity to recite it. It would not be the first time a child has sat with me on the platform.  We have a young person who is now a grown adult who, when her grandmother sang in the choir, wanted to be near her.  She sat with me.

Sunday also saw the appearance of some beautiful children I had not seen in probably a year. They had grown of course and they had to endure my comment after church (a comment I endured and every child has endured from gawking relatives), “You have grown so much!” and “I hardly recognized you.”  Those comments were received in silence much like I received them when I was a boy and heard my grandmother say such things to me.  How is a child to respond?  Children grow.

School is in all around the country.  Children are returning to school. And parents and guardians and uncles and aunts and grandparents are all praying and hoping for  good years for their children.  But look, around the globe, children are suffering enormously from wars and hunger. And if you have read Malala’s book, I Am Malala: The Girl Who Stood Up For Education And Was Shot By The Taliban, then you know too that girls are particularly the object of violence and denied basic human rights all across the world.  When you see a child in your midst, perceive them as an angel of light in your midst.  Bless them.  Do your best by them.  Their smiles and love in response are worth far more than anything you could ever gain in this world.  Jesus said, “Let the children come to me. Do not stop them!  For the kingdom of heaven belongs to those who are like these children.”

God bless and preserve the children of the world and the child in you.  See you Sunday~


fergusonA town in Missouri will now remain part of our cultural and historical vocabulary; its three syllables sufficient to conjure our spectral, haunted, racist history until the question like teargas chokes us. Why are we still so deeply alienated? The question has several answers but perhaps none as pointed and sharp as this: because a significant number of our fellow citizens prefer hatred and an even larger number retreat behind the fence-line of apathetic cowardice. It takes courage to speak to truth and to our own failures.

Both Black and White lie to themselves. There are two very important dynamics to keep in mind about that particular truth, however. First, each “community” is quite adept at informing the other about their lies. The obverse of that statement is, each community is adept at identifying the lies of the other but resistant to telling the truth on themselves. Hence, a group of people will compare their truths or what is best about themselves with what is worse in the other group. Everyone knows what the end result of that is and it is not civil and critically engaged dialogue. The depravity of human nature is revealed here exactly as people prefer to hate others than engage in any kind of courageous dialogue and critical self-reflection. That is a damnable spot most difficult to cleanse.

The second dynamic about the statement, “Both Black and White lie to themselves” is this: while each group lies to itself, the group that has the most power actually exerts more damage with their lies. When your town is overwhelmingly Black but your police force is inversely and overwhelmingly White then it comes as little surprise that the majority of arrests and the disproportionate violence exerted is against the Black community. That power differential wrecks democracy and justice. And when that power differential appears in the person of a police officer who is White and armed; or it appears in the person of a self-anointed community watch renegade who is armed; or it appears in the person of an inebriated White male who is armed and all three of those individuals confront an unarmed Black teenager then the result can be catastrophic. The lies, the stereotypes and the hatred pull a trigger. Mothers and fathers weep for their dead children while a significant number in the White community offers defense and even praise of murderers.

Is America better than this? Yes, it always has been but those better angels of our citizenship prevail only when people reject cowardice and apathy and demand we do better, live better. It is far past time to stop listening to right wing radio and tv, White Christians, and time to listen to the Christ who knew all to well the power differential of Rome and powerless Galileans. And corporate America is especially culpable here: stop financially supporting these programs of poison and hate. It is way, way past time for politicians to stop taking money from the NRA, that  bloody idol Moloch that pretends it is concerned for sportsmen and the second amendment. The lies of Moloch have led to carnage from one shore to the other in our nation. That money, politician,  is blood money. Your soul is endangered as any recipient of mafia blood money and protection.

Finally, White Christians and Black Christians have remained separated in their pews, not because they have to but because they too often prefer a preacher’s blessing of their ideologies to the more difficult task of telling the truth about how we glorify violence in this country and in both those communities. How shameful.

I hope we might see on our television screens in the coming days White Christians walking in equal number with Black Christians in Ferguson. Not with hands in the air, but hand in hand. White Christians should show up as representatives of that power differential from which they benefit every day, demanding justice and fairness under the law. Black Christians should show up, as they no doubt do in great number already, because their communities are at risk and also to defy those in that same community who would conclude all Whites are evil. We’re in this together, like it or not. Dr. King said it well, “Either we will learn to live together as brothers [and sisters] or we will perish together as fools.” It is time to tell the fools to take their hands off the country in their desperate desire to return us to a backward era of violence, inequality and criminal distrust.

The Destruction of Near Eastern Christianity

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Iraq’s Largest Christian Town Abandoned

As Hamas sent thousands of missiles into Israel and the Israeli government responded by invading Gaza to silence these missiles, our attention has focused upon the Middle East. What you may not be aware of is how horrific a price for their faith Christians are paying in the Middle East.  From Egypt to Iraq, Syria to Pakistan, Christians have been systematically singled out and beaten, killed and their churches set ablaze.

ISIS has declared a Caliphate–echoing seventh century imperialist oppression.  In Mosul, they told Christians to convert to Islam, leave the city or risk being put to death “by the sword.”  An 1800 year old church was burned in Mosul according to reports on Sunday, July 20.  Crosses are torn down and the black flag of ISIS put in their place.  These are not isolated instances in Mosul, however.  Copts in Egypt have similar stories and all of us witnessed how a pregnant woman, Mariam Yahya Ibrahim,  in Sudan was scheduled for execution by hanging because she refused to renounce her Christian faith.  She has since been released after international calls for her freedom but note, she and her family had to leave their home.  Christians have come under fierce persecution with atrocities piling up in Syria.  There is not enough space in this post for the myriad stories of intimidation, torture and execution of Christians.  The destruction of Near Eastern Christians is happening before our eyes. The West and the UN ignore their plight. At the very least, we should be praying for Christians there and finding ways to educate others about their plight.  May God have mercy on them and save them from annihilation.

You can find more information here at the The Week and an article by Professor Franck Salameh, Associate Professor for Near Eastern Studies at Boston College, entitled, “The Destruction of Near Eastern Christianity.” And this Vatican News report on atrocities in Syria.iraqChristianchurch

Refuge in a Profanely Violent World

Charred Cross, Coventry Cathedral

Charred Cross, Coventry Cathedral (Photo credit: SteHLiverpool)

The futility of human endeavors, polluted by profane and violent persons, is never clearer to us than in days like these, when nations war against nations and the leaders of pariah states existing within such nations prefer death to diplomacy.  The 100th anniversary of World War I is upon us.  1914.  This horrific war that introduced mechanized destruction and ruin still echoes through our histories.  Frankly, I have no idea why anyone would embrace what Christopher Lasch (in his book, The True and Only Heaven: Progress and Its Critics) would call “the last superstition”–the idea that human beings are gods and need only visit the self-help aisle in the local book store; that technology will save us; that progress is our telos, our inevitable goal and end.  That is as misguided an anthropology as I can think of.

Another way to say this is:  we enter the sanctuary on Sundays because we know we have participated in the ruin of the world; because the injustice and violence that consumes so much of the world is the result of a pathetic apathy with “the way it is.”  We know we need God’s mercy and grace to restore us.  Frankly, I’m surprised that there is any space for anyone to sit down in our sanctuary so great are the needs in this age, so desperate the longings and greed of the power-crazed, so frenetic our often pointless activity designed to keep us busy but ever failing to bring resolution and hope to our citizens.  Don’t be fooled—this landscape littered with the gods of ideology, blood-soaked by cruel and zealous practitioners of a Truth that only they possess—is not confined to the Middle East or to the Balkans, Ukraine and Russia. Our own government is captured by the most zealous and cynical politicians in a history that has known some very corrupt and profane congressmen.  As I said, I am surprised people are not lined up to enter a church that offers peace, refuge and a call to the love and peace of God in Christ.

Yes, the world is a wreck. That is not new.  Read the prophets.  Isaiah noted long ago that the earth staggers like a drunk.  My encouragement to you is, get yourself to a holy place, stand in the presence of The Other who is Just, ponder the revelation of God in the lowly and crucified Christ.  Pray for yourself. Pray for your world. And then when you’re finished praying, go back into the world and try to love it as Christ loved it.  Stop destroying and ruining the earth and its inhabitants.  May the love of Christ compel us to heal the world and those around us.  May the Holy remove what is unholy and profane in us.  And may we begin to see in the faces of others the image of God in which, we are assured by scripture, they were made.

Prayer of the Heart

Stained glass window of the sacred Heart of Je...

Stained glass window of the sacred Heart of Jesus Christ in the former Mosque (Cathedral) of Cordoba, Spain (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Prayer of the Heart

by Michael Bledsoe

You invoke the Divinity

like a man carefully stoking a fire

the cinder is cold

might as well rub two sticks together

and say amen

the Holy is hardly careful

the truth can’t be sold ala carte

others invoke by passion

like burning tires at some intersection

of pain and desire

their shouts and screams

incendiary devices

gas tanks explode and children faint

once the smoke is cleared

the same dirt road, leading into the shanty towns

of heartache and grief


some invoke by curse and profanity

Jesus, they slur

pronouncing an absence

icebergs the size of Delaware

broken from the continent of whole

adrift in a sea of resentment and arrogance

that together smell like a crack pipe left on the curb

they stick the needle of secular materialism

into real arms, real hands, real hearts

they’re cruciform and don’t even know it


I prefer silence to sound

poetry to prose

the copper penny of faith

to the sterling coin of pride

thin pages of scripture

to op-ed sheets

one wounded hand of one wounded Messiah

to the manicured paws of minions

the chant and prayer of a righteous one

to the pontification of t.v.’s talking heads

Lord Jesus Christ

have mercy on me

a sinner.