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May 18, 2008

Corroding capitalism

I want to explore what it could look like to be immersed in a narrative of subversion. To state it in another way, how do we re-socialize ourselves into a kingdom rhythm that is defined by God and not the dominant capitalistic narrative?

We’ve been programmed to define life in terms of affluence, quantity, status and efficiency (this is not an exhaustive list). Capitalism and marketing have joined forces, producing a continuous carousel going around ad infinitum. The motion of the carousel mesmerizes with its humming of new wants. The success of the system lays in the fact that needs becomes wants in a matter of weeks, months or years.

Following Jesus starts the lifelong journey of eroding the mechanisms of the carousel. Following Jesus allows a virus into the operating system of this well-oiled machine. It leads one into a lifelong journey of developing new reflexes that habitually re-socializes one into a new dance; the dance of God the Father, God the Spirit and God the Son.

I’m more convinced than ever that Jesus was right that we cannot serve God and Mammon. Also that it is as hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven as it is for a camel to go through the eye of a needle. Thankfully Jesus said that this impossibility can become possible with the help of God. But I digress. What are some of these alternative reflexes?

The first one has to do with attention.

What are we giving our attention to? Or who?

I offer a parable of a Johannesburg businessman who invited his school friend to come and visit him in the city. After school the two friends went on radically different paths. The one became a super successful investor (this category will have to be subverted later), his friend decided to become a farmer. Year after year he would invite his friend to come and visit in the city, and every time the friend declined.

One year the farmer decided to accept.

For a week he lived the hustle-and-bustle in Sandton with his friend. He was perplexed by the rush, the efficiency, and the externals. But also saddened, he experienced almost no friendliness. The people he observed were in some kind of zombie-like state. Relationships were reduced to functions.

On the last day of his visit the businessman and his friend walked through the mall. Suddenly the farmer stopped his friend and asked him, ‘do you hear that?’ ‘What?’ asked the business man. Pointing upwards, to the roof, he showed his friend where the dove sat. As the business man looked up he saw the dove, and also located the beautiful sound of the animal’s cooing.

A few minutes later the farmer dropped twenty Rand of coins on the ground. At least fifteen people stopped and paid attention (isn’t that an interesting way of phrasing it?)

People of the kingdom retrain themselves to give attention instead of paying attention. They are impressed by the unimpressive. The poor, the ugly, the discarded, the ones whose names are not worthy to be dropped in conversations – obviously the rich, beautiful, celebrities and the ones who’ve made it are also worthy of attention. But they’re worthy of attention because they’re human beings not because of their achievements in a capitalistic culture.

I think this is the challenge that James gave his congregation. They were to not give more attention to the rich and successful – for that would be a defining rhythm, not of faith but of someone’s life without Jesus.

Acknowledging this deeply ingrained narrative of capitalism will be the starting point of retraining the attention reflex. And by doing it, it will open up the possibility of living into the story of a giving God.

May 17, 2008

The ideology of the cancer cell

Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell.
Citation: Edward Abbey

The biggest enemy of the Church is the development and proliferation of programs to meet people's needs. Everyone has a hunger for God, but our tastes (needs) are screwed up. We've been raised on junk food, so what we ask for is often wrong or twisted.
Citation: Eugene Peterson

May 16, 2008

A contrary cadence

On Wednesday a group of us did Lectio Divina on Mark 9:33-37. In this passage we find that the disciples are on the road and during their conversations they argue on who’s first in the pecking order, the greatest. Jesus then asks them what they talked about. Being caught out, like little children, they silently look at the ground.

Jesus then sits them down and tells them that,

“Whoever wants to be first must be last of all and servant of all.”

When we ruminated on this passage something grabbed my attention. Jesus didn’t chide them for their desire to become great! What he does is He changes the pressure of the group in the opposite direction, from going up to going down; a contrary cadence. Jesus redefines greatness.

What if our communities became places where the pressure is to serve, give our stuff and our lives away, namedrop in terms of how people hung out with the ‘least of these’ – have friends in low places, where we climb down and not up the ladder?

May 15, 2008

Wrestling

Most growth is the result of struggle. Food being digested, muscles broken down, seeds dying, growth-pains in the body. Why then do we think it wouldn’t be so in the Christian life?

Are we lazy? I know I am!

We despise struggle, we want everything ready-made. Instead of wrestling for ourselves we would rather listen to ones who have wrestled on our behalf. I know this well. A lot of people would see the abovementioned as the role of a pastor … to wrestle and then give the answer.

I cannot live with this silent arrangement. It is sickening.
It will eventually inflate the ego of the answerer to dangerous proportions.
It will delude him/her into thinking that they’re God.

The word ‘sermon’ comes from the Latin word ‘serere’ to link together. Not linking the teacher/pastor/teacher with the people! It is a linking with God, creating arenas for wrestling worship.

It should tell us something that Jesus was asked 183 questions in the gospels and that he answered only 3. Three! It seems that Jesus is into wrestling. Just think about it. He almost always countered a question with another question. No Q&A here … mostly Q&Q.

The community that Christians are a part of started when a devious man named Jacob wrestled with God – all night long – the original ‘you can do it … all night long’. Jacob wanted a blessing, in the end he got it … and an unsolicited limp. No triumphant claim to blessing/truth, rather a stuttering, stumbling kind of blessing/truth. A wound in the wrestling …

I wonder what would happen if our communities would re-imagine themselves as pilgrims engaging in a wrestling contest with God?

May 13, 2008

Learning

Today was a day of learning.

Also a day of mourning.

This evening I sat with a friend who was in a youth group I led many moons ago. Thirteen months ago she found out that she was pregnant. Twenty weeks later she and her husband went for their checkup at the doctor only to find out that the little baby was not normal – they were told that they should consider an abortion.

They said no.

The baby was born; a part of her brain was missing. A lack of anatomy was filled up with immense love. The kind of love that has been to the ICU at the hospital for twenty weeks almost 24/7. Drenched in love, covered with hundreds - thousands - of petitions for healing.

Nothing.

On Sunday the nurse pulled them aside and told them to prepare for the worst. To switch of the machine that maintains her life.

They could not – how could they let this little one go?

Why?
What?
How?

God … where are you?

My friend’s worst fear is to make the call, to stop the machine that’s keeping their daughter alive. She is begging God to make the decision …

People in this situation usually ask “why me?”

My friend told me that she’s not asking that, she knows that following God doesn’t exempt her from pain, she is asking “why not me?”

I prayed with her, stunned.

Realizing that we need …

God.

May 08, 2008

The mathematics of love

Tayla is now almost three years old. When I study her comings and goings it opens a whole new vista for me. In her childhood innocence she’s illuminating the meaning(s) of a kingdom of God life for me. She is guiding me to return to what Paul Ricoeur calls a ‘second naïveté’ – refreshment after times of critique.

She can now count to six, almost flawlessly. Yet, with six numerical tools in her pocket she never, and I want to emphasize this, never ever counts her way through life. Instead she has adopted a peculiar way of structuring her actions and gatherings.

Where I would use numerical categories to organize, label and make sense of life, she counts in terms of the relational structure(s) that have impressed her most. When she collects flowers, rocks, leaves, balls, grass blades and basically any object, she makes sense of it by naming it in terms of relations.

She doesn’t pick up two rocks; it is a 'daddy rock' and a 'mommy rock', a 'daddy ball' and a 'mommy ball'. Accumulation, for her, is relational. She teaches me, what I now call the ‘mathematics of love’.

When her brother was born she expanded her relational categories. She now picks up a daddy, mommy, sister and brother 'whatever-she-can-find'.

The other day I officiated at a marriage and talked about this ‘mathematic of love’. I realized that Tayla is living in a relational narrative that is giving her sense and security. Some days I think about children who don’t have a mommy or a daddy and it saddens me to think that they’re not living into this loving mathematics.

I also think of church leaders and how this new mathematics could potentially change our hearts and attitudes towards the people we serve. Pastors are notorious for reducing people to numbers. I sometimes call it the ‘excel syndrome’ – we shrink people’s glorious lives into spreadsheets designed to impress and dazzle.

Taking my cue from Tayla I sometimes wonder….

What if we started dealing in this ‘mathematics of love’? It could be amazing. Instead of answering the question “How are your church doing?” with a numerical answer like “Fantastic we are now 200!” What if we told stories about Lollie, Suzette, Schalk, Jacques, Anne-Marie, Louise, Dewald, Tayla and Liam? I think it might just help us to inch closer to our God who, if you read through the endless genealogies, also speaks in the mathematics of love.

May 06, 2008

A most interesting compliment

On Sunday evening I preached on the theme, "How to emigrate to the real South-Africa". The word, emigrate, was deliberately chosen. With our country's fledgling democracy a lot of people haven't left the old South-Africa and therefore we have to emigrate to the new South-Africa.

After the sermon a huge Afrikaner man approached me, and I must confess that I was a little scared. He said to me, "your sermon made me feel like a 'poephol' - Afrikaans for asshole." He then said that he is a huge racist and that he felt God tugging at his heart. I could only respond that God loves poephol's, like me and him!

May 02, 2008

Sorry for Apartheid

A few of us are discussing what an embodiment of sorry really would look like. You can join the conversation here.

April 29, 2008

Spotted in the Apartheids-museum (click to read the Script)

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April 28, 2008

Freedom day

Today is a public holiday in South Africa - Freedom day. We commemorate our first democratic election in 1994 on the 27th of April. I still remember that day. I was 18 and stood in a line for five hours in order to cast my vote. It was an amazing day of palpable excitement and a doorway into the "New South Africa".

Yesterday at our church I preached on 1 Peter 3 (the lectionary reading for the weekend). As a background text we looked at Jeremiah's letter to the exiles in Babylon found in Jeremiah 29. Most Christians are familiar with verse eleven of this chapter - it famously states that God "has a plan for you, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope." The only rub of this verse is that it was written to a group of exiles who were told that they would stay in exile for another 70 years. What are the options for people in exile?

4 options for people in exile:

- Start a rebellion
- Accommodate and assimilate
- Start a sectarian community
- God's advice via Jeremiah :

Build houses and live in them; plant gardens and eat what they produce.  Take wives and have sons and daughters; take wives for your sons, and give your daughters in marriage, that they may bear sons and daughters; multiply there, and do not decrease. But seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to the Lord on its behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare.

"Seek the welfare of the city"

For Jeremiah (and Peter) believers, who find themselves in exilic situations, should seek the shalom of the city. The reason for this is very pragmatic - when you bring shalom, it will also envelope you. A lot of white South Africans find themselves in an exile of sorts - the old is gone and the new is becoming.
There is an ongoing debate raging about emigration. So yesterday we talked about "should I stay or should I go?" Next weekend I'm speaking at one of the local churches on the topic of "How to emigrate to the real South Africa". The overall theme is "Is there a future for us in this country?"

The last question's answer depends largely on whom the "us" is, and also what the definition of the future is.

Peter and Jeremiah connected the exiles of their community to a narrative that superseded their own individualistic stories. I'm shocked by the fact that the rhetoric for and against emigration is basically the same for followers and non-followers of Jesus. It basically consists of similar lists of pros and cons. Shouldn't God play a role in our emigration debates?

I strongly believe that we are servants who are in a geographical situation to bless - to seek shalom.

Peter gives very practical advice for exiles in chapter 3:

Participate in a community (v8)
Live a rhythm of blessing (v9-12)
Be eager (zealous) to do good (v13)
Be ready to suffer (v14, 16-17)
Develop the language of hope (v15)
Grow in an attitude of gentleness and reverence (v16)