Russia is Winning

Russia is Winning

I grew up in the simmering tide of the cold war. While I don’t remember bomb shelters and never practiced “duck and cover” under my school desk, tensions with the world’s other superpower were just below the surface. All the time.

That was clear to me because I also grew up in the fire of evangelical apocalypticism.  While my pastor/father didn’t preach about the “end times,” it was just in the air – so I understood that we might be living in the “last days” and that Armageddon, when it came, was going to have something to do with the great Russian bear.

The word “Russia” still echoes with dimly fearful tones, and it doesn’t just connote national enmity; there’s a spiritual darkness that faintly hovers near. So, if there was ever a rival to beat, there was all the reason in this world and the next for it to be Russia. So it’s still a bitter pill to swallow to have to admit the truth…

Russia is winning.

And their plan is brilliant. They don’t need nuclear weapons. Words are weapons of even greater mass destruction. They don’t have to pull a single trigger. They know they could count on us to do all the sniping. Maybe worst of all, they beat us at our own game, on our own turf, using our own most coveted possession against us. 

Don’t you know it brings a devilish smile of sadistic pride to the face of the entire Kremlin to know that democracy and free speech itself was the Achilles heel they used to bring us to the brink of destruction?

Russia is winning. The war is not conventional, but it is just as destructive, because it proves to us that the greatest enemy isn’t communist propaganda – just our own blinding affluence, because it is the success (and the great failures) afforded by our affluence that are the source of our division.

The recent indictment by the Mueller Investigation, charging 13 Russian nationals for interfering with the 2016 election, proved the depth of Russian knowledge about our weakness – in all its powerful pettiness. The only weapons the “Red Menace” needed in order to have their way in our “free election” was access to our own social media feeds and enough understanding of our penchant for self-destruction to bait us into caricaturing and demonizing and despising each other – almost to death. 

It’s sad that you don’t even have to live here to see how much we have come to disdain each other. Russia employed human-created tweets and automated “bots” to ply our racial hatreds, our religious poisons, our cultural distinctions, and our ideological madnesses with methodical precision – enticing us into a war of words that has left us more fractured than we’ve been since we were Union and Confederate enemies.

Unfortunately, even our President cannot see that he is still a pawn in this simple, brilliant, demonic game of war. He insists there was “no collusion,” and indeed there is no need for collusion, as far as they are concerned, as long as we keep playing perfectly by their strategy: divide and conquer.

The opening act of creation has often been cited to note the power of words: “And God said, ‘Let there be…’”  Words have always had world-changing power, and if we cannot learn a little respect and generosity for everyone, learn to bridle our tongues and silence our social media rages, God will have had the first word, but the Russians will get the last laugh.

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Photo Credit: Photo by Jason Rosewell on Unsplash

 

A Prayer for Parkland

A Prayer for Parkland

The following is the Prayer of Intercession given by Amy Jacks Dean during worship services at Park Road Baptist Church on Sunday February 18th.

Gracious God, we pray this day for the 17 who have died. We pray for their mothers and fathers and siblings and aunts and uncles and cousins and spouses and children and friends and teachers - may they know your comfort and care.

May they know your presence to hold them close.

We pray for the one who carried a gun into a school and started shooting and who now sits in jail.

We pray for the SWAT team who charged in risking their very own lives to save others.

We pray for first responders who jumped into action to save the lives of those wounded.

We pray for the eye witnesses who have seen things they cannot ever unsee.

We pray for the almost 3000 students at that high school in Florida who were and are terrified AND for all of the students and parents and teachers across our land in every school who are afraid. May they hear your constant call: Fear Not. Though it seems impossible.

We pray for teenagers who are finding their voice and speaking their anger in protest. May their tribe increase.

Do we dare pray for our politicians who will largely be charged to DO SOMETHING! Yes. We. Do. Dare. Give them your Wisdom and Guidance and Strength and Compassion to DO SOMETHING.

Gracious God, help us to stop speaking and posting in extremes. Help us to stop thinking in "all or nothing" categories. You have made us with more creativity than that. When we hunker down in the extremes we get no where. And we need to get somewhere. Please, O God, help us function out of your Love, your Grace, and your Mercy.

May our "thoughts and prayers" lead us to action, may our "thoughts and prayers" call us to change; may our "thoughts and prayers" lead us to creativity; may our "thoughts and prayers" call us to listen; may our "thoughts and prayers" lead us to speak out; may our "thoughts and prayers" lead us to Remember.

Amen.

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(Photo by Greg Lovett / The Palm Beach Post)

 

Stole Around My Neck

Stole Around My Neck

It’s becoming much too normal to stand alongside other clergy, stole around my neck, and join many others standing behind people speaking the Truth in Love, speaking Truth to Power.

Afraid to speak. Afraid to be silent.

Afraid to speak. Afraid to be silent.

Since that disturbing Oval Office pronouncement there have been thousands of opinions written across the political spectrum, endless hours dedicated to punditocracy in the marketplace, countless words of pulpiteering offered by the Church.

And I’ve been afraid to speak.

 Merry Christmas Versus the Real Christmas

Merry Christmas Versus the Real Christmas

As a Christian pastor, I believe we ought to think carefully about what it means to require all Americans, Christian and non-Christian, to adopt “Merry Christmas” as a mandatory greeting this time of the year. While it may sound like “putting Christ back into Christmas,” I have serious doubts about that.

A National Movement of Lament

A National Movement of Lament

I believe we need a national movement of lament. No angry political sniping. No posturing, left and right. Just a soul-deep acknowledgement that our society is broken.

I Love This Job

I Love This Job

It’s the best profession in the world. I’m invited to participate in some of people’s most intimate moments – funerals, births, tragedies, celebrations, baptisms, marriages. I get to offer a regular commentary on life and culture, humbly imagining what God might be trying to say to each moment. 

Correlation and Cause

Correlation and Cause

There is a strong correlation between our obsession with guns, our inability to make reasonable decisions about their possession and use, the sheer number of, and access to, these weapons of mass destruction – and the growing number of grieving parents and spouses and siblings and children and neighbors and coworkers, whose lives have been irreparably changed by a gun.

The Flag Stands for Your Right to Protest

The Flag Stands for Your Right to Protest

The weekend was filled with tension and controversy. It seems to be the rule of the day.
 
Dozens of professional football players took to their knees to express their concerns for the racial disparities that continue to ravage our nation. You may disagree with the cause of these disparities. 
 
No one can honestly disagree they exist.

Maybe It's Time

Maybe It's Time

I am weary of Evangelicals belittling my faith. As a pastor who still believes in the power and importance of Church, I am saddened and frustrated by the hoards leaving the American church – because of the American church.

So … maybe there really is an “us” and a “them.” Maybe there really are two different churches, two different religions. Maybe this is the 500-year moment.

A Prayer for Charlottesville

A Prayer for Charlottesville

In the past two weeks of vacation Amy and I have driven 3,600 miles. When possible we ventured from the interstate with the top down, enjoying the open road... the hills of upstate South Carolina and the majestic Shenandoah Valley, the lush farmland of the Delmarva Peninsula and endless corn fields in Indiana, the spectacular scenery of Niagara Falls. Ours is a beautiful country – and it is being ripped apart by willful and ignorant misunderstandings… by partisan ideologies… and by old-fashioned hate.

We spent a good bit of time listening to podcasts or news report. We did not listen to a single word from MSNBC… but after 45 minutes of Shawn Hannity, I felt like it was my patriotic duty to pull the car over and just murder the first Democrat I could find! I kid you not… I have never heard such venom, from the host and every guest. I’m sure it’s as bad on MSNBC. By the popularity of these kinds of shows, there is obviously an insatiable appetite for hating the other side. It’s a wonder there isn’t more domestic terrorism – as much hatred as is stoked in these endless hours of rant. As I have been telling you for years, I will say again: turn off talk radio and the talking heads that represent our political extremes. It is impossible to listen to this kind of vitriol and not be infected at a soul deep level. The tone alone is poisonous. There is no dialogue – just endless, angry diatribe.

Our son, Bennett, was away for the summer, and last Saturday we found ourselves with 24 hours to get him home from the Colts’ beautiful indoor stadium in Indianapolis, get his suitcase unloaded, pack for college (spend a little time with Sarah!), and deposit him at Furman University on Sunday at 1:00pm. As we passed by Charlottesville, VA, Amy read reports of the largest gathering in recent memory of white supremacists and neo-Nazis and white nationalists and fascist organizations known by dozens of different, shameful names. You know the story… one crazed man drove his car into the crowd, wounding many and killing a 32 year-old counter protester. And you know all the political fallout.

Former Republican Governor and candidate for President, Mitt Romney, began a long, blistering critique of the president with these words: “I will dispense for now from discussion of the moral character of the president's Charlottesville statements. Whether he intended to or not, what he communicated caused racists to rejoice, minorities to weep, and the vast heart of America to mourn. His apologists strain to explain that he didn't mean what we heard. But what we heard is now the reality, and unless it is addressed by the president as such, with unprecedented candor and strength, there may commence an unraveling of our national fabric.”

A few days later we stood at Mount Vernon, re-living the life of George Washington. The words of Presidential historian, David McCullough, offered at the final exhibit will stay with me: “Teaching the world to be truly great, one must be truly good.” Neo-nazis are parading the streets of our nation today, and their leaders have publicly thanked the President for his support. Our African-American brothers and sisters who have endured more than enough are angry and afraid. Every Jewish house of worship in Charlotte, has been desecrated this week by graffiti and Confederate flags, a reviled symbol whose supporters have no-doubt been emboldened by the President’s support of our sad, confederate history.

We are in uncharted territory – but I do not believe prayer is a useless, trivial gesture in moments such as these. I believe the answer to the confusion and chaos we are experiencing begins in finding an internal peace and then in summoning an internal courage to stand up, to speak out. And we must.

Much more than politics is at stake in this moment.

I will offer several petitions of prayer, ending each with the phrase, “Lord, in your mercy…” and I invite you to reply, “Hear our prayer.”  Let us pray…

In these moments of frustration and conflict, God of great peace, we need you.

Lord, in your mercy… Hear our prayer.

We pray for brothers and sisters whose minds are so twisted by sad, old ideas that their eyes are unable to see themselves in neighbors who look different on the outside… We pray for brothers and sisters whose hearts are inflamed with hatred.

Lord, in your mercy… Hear our prayer.

We pray for sisters and brothers whose passion for peace and justice leads them down the sad path of violence, whose love of that which is right causes them to do that which is wrong, believing violence can be redemptive. May the example of Jesus teach us all that violence can and always only leads to more violence.

Lord, in your mercy… Hear our prayer.

We pray for leaders, at every level, those who are called upon in moments of distress to speak with clarity, to lead with moral courage, to dispense with old dreams and share new visions, to offer comfort through compassionate strength, and to lead by example. For President Trump and all our nation’s leaders…

Lord, in your mercy… Hear our prayer.

We pray for a nation at war, not with guns and bombs, but with angry words, angry ideologies, angry labels. Teach us the value of words, the power of words, the use of words – that we might listen and learn from one another.

Lord, in your mercy… Hear our prayer. 

We pray for our black sisters and brothers who cannot escape the chains of slavery, which even now still bind the hearts and minds of white people. And we pray for our brothers and sisters at Shalom Park, who are dismayed and dispirited that the dark shadow of Nazi hatred is looming across this land, even this very day.

Lord, in your mercy… Hear our prayer.

We pray for ourselves. We pray that peace might begin with me… that from each calm heart, might resonate a conviction and a courage that embraces the other and that moves our world along that long, bending arc of justice.

Lord, in your mercy… Hear our prayer.

Lord, in your mercy… Hear our prayer.

Lord, in your mercy… Hear our prayer.

Amen.

As if All is Well in the World

As if All is Well in the World

Again I am sitting in this little farm house on the banks of the Choptank River, just outside of Easton, MD. The calm is as amazing now as when I was here in February for a few days of writing. There is no snow today, but the water is glass. Hardly a sound breaks the still, humid air. 

It’s as if all is well in the world.

Transcending a Sad History

Transcending a Sad History

The President’s most recent ban, preventing transgender persons from serving in the military, is apparently based on concern for the “tremendous medical costs” associated with these enlisted troops. I don’t know what costs are involved. It is difficult to explain complex subjects and difficult decisions in 140 characters. Some subjects (and all people) deserve a more thoughtful and detailed discussion.

Repeal, Replace: a not funny joke

Repeal, Replace: a not funny joke

Steven Wright was a dead-pan comedian. Never cracked a smile. Never altered his monotone delivery. And when each dry joke finished, you had to wonder why it was funny, or if.

“I woke up this morning… went downstairs… Someone had stolen all of my furniture… and replaced each piece with an exact duplicate of itself.”

This joke, which isn’t really funny, except for the delivery, reminds me of the current debate over health care.