Showing posts with label suffering. Show all posts
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Saturday, 27 June 2020

Sermon for Third Sunday after Trinity 2020

On Thursday evening just gone, I attended a Black Lives Matter vigil in Keel Square. It had been organised at the request of community organisers within the BAME (Black, Asian and Minority-Ethnic) community in Sunderland. I went as their guest, and in response to their invitation to stand in solidarity with them at this time. I went to hear local Black and mixed-heritage speakers share something of their experience of living here, in the city where I live. About 200 people came to a well-organised and peaceful event, maintaining spatial distance, most wearing masks. Many local church leaders were present. As part of the vigil, we were invited to take the knee for 8 minutes and 46 seconds. A humble, prayerful posture that connects us to Martin Luther King, Jr, and the ongoing civil rights movement; and a length of time that remembers the murder of George Floyd by a police officer who knelt on his neck for that long.

 

Some say that it is humiliating for a White man to take the knee; which causes me to wonder why humbling ourselves should be seen as (is) humiliating by White people, and White men in particular? Some dismiss it is a token gesture, which causes me to ponder the difference between symbolic actions and token actions, and how action can sustain us and empower transformation or sedate us and disempower transformation. Some will undoubtedly dismiss it as ‘woke,’ which makes me wonder why alertness to injustice should be something to vilify people for, and whose interests that serves?

 

There was a small but vocal demonstration protesting the vigil. One man waved a Union flag. Now, to be clear, context is everything. Despite our colonial history, the flag is not inherently racist. Flanking a member of the Cabinet giving the daily Coronavirus briefing, not racist. Flying from public buildings, not racist. Waved at the Olympic Games, not racist. Fluttering as bunting at the village fete, or adorning tea towels and cushions, not racist. But held aloft in protest of a Black Lives Matter vigil, the point being made is, “If you are not White you don’t belong in this country: go back home where your people come from.”

 

Again and again, as Black and mixed-heritage speakers addressed those in the square, the protestors tried to drown out these not-White voices with chants of ‘All Lives Matter’. And yes, all lives do matter. But, again, context is everything. If your first response to Black Lives Matter is not to listen, to hear why it is that such a statement needs to be made; if your response is the paternalistic corrective, All lives matter, then what you are actually saying is, Black people need to get back in their box—and, they need to accept that it is a far better and more comfortable box than it used to be. And if your response is to stand on the pavement and attempt to drown out not-White voices, that reveals a desperate attempt to silence the Other, and, frankly, demonstrates just why we need to insist that Black Lives Matter. For if all lives truly matter, then by definition Black lives matter; and if Black lives matter, then we should listen to them. We should acknowledge the injustice people experience because of who they are, and, with them, seek to address it. And yes, if all lives matter, then White lives matter too; but no one in this nation experiences wearying prejudice on account of being White, just as no one experiences wearying prejudice on account of being ‘able-bodied’ or ‘straight’.

 

How incredibly apposite our readings this Sunday are to the upheavals we are living through! And what a gift to wrestle with these words, and the story they unfold, and our place within it.

 

Paul’s letter to the Christian community in Rome—Romans—was written to be circulated around multiple congregations. Some were predominantly of Jewish background, and others were Gentile-majority churches; and, while they were all Christians, the Jewish believers looked on the Gentile believers, and treated them, as second-class citizens in the kingdom of heaven. This was the issue Paul sought to address. And he did so with brilliant contextual theological reflection, which has often become problematic when read in other contexts.

 

Paul begins his letter by painting as black a picture of the Gentiles as is imaginable. He quickly focuses on sexual practices that, from a Jewish outlook were beyond the pale to the point of being unnatural in their desires and actions. He builds a caricature his Jewish audience would agree with whole-heartedly, until he springs a trap: the respectable Jewish Christians are by nature every bit as separated from God as the Gentiles. Indeed, Paul even ascribes unnatural desire and activity to God, saying that God has cut the Jewish people from the vine of their heritage, has grafted the Gentiles into that vine, and will graft Israel back onto the vine from which he had broken it. Throughout the letter, Paul labours the point that there is one new humanity, and seeks to deconstruct the divisions that exist in the minds of the believers, and to foster the construction of something new and mutually uplifting. A community that will ultimately subvert Roman civilisation not by revolt, but by a better alternative.

 

And in the passage before us today, Paul takes up the imagery of slavery, as an analogy that his audience would be familiar with. Around 90% of the population of the Roman Empire were slaves, owned by a master. This was not necessarily the most abject slavery the world has ever known, but all empires are built on the backs of slaves, on men, women and children seen as property. For the Jews, being a slave—certainly, being a slave to a Gentile—was especially demeaning. Even though they were a nation occupied by a foreign army, and ruled over by the Roman Empire’s local puppet king, they had won for themselves certain exemptions, and rejected the notion of being slaves. On one occasion, a group of Jewish community leaders, confronting Jesus, declared that as a people they had never been slaves to anyone. This is quite extraordinary, given how foundational the story of God liberating his people from over four centuries of slavery in Egypt was to Jewish identity. But then, when we are confronted with our present, we reframe our past to suit.

 

In this passage from Romans 6, Paul employs the language of sin exercising dominion over us, to make us obey those passions within us that separate us from God rather than the desire within us to please God. Paul goes on to state that, according to this analogy, we are all slaves to something, either to impurity or to righteousness. Recognising ourselves as enslaved to God does not imply that God is a tyrant, but that we are not masters of our own destiny. Even if we believed ourselves to be the ones who were free, we were only free in regard to righteousness: that is, our freedom was built on sin, on the breakdown of relationship with God and neighbour. A freedom that, pursued, ends in death, that is, in the very opposite of all that is life-giving in and to and for the world.

 

Paul also points out that the unexamined default of his audience was to present themselves—both personally, and as a deeply interconnected community—to sin as instruments of wickedness. That is, their unexamined way of being in the world was complicit and instrumental in wickedness. Instead, and in marked contrast, they were to present themselves—both personally, and as a deeply interconnected community—to God as instruments of righteousness. That is, by ongoing intentional choices and actions, they were to be instrumental in the mending of the world, the flourishing of human relationships.

 

And while Paul is addressing both Jewish and Gentile believers, the primary challenge in much of this letter is to the Jewish Christians regarding their view of their Gentile sisters and brothers—and, indeed, their overly-inflated view of themselves.

 

All this, as I say, feels very apposite, for a predominantly White Church of England needing to reconsider our relationship to BAME Christians, including Black Majority churches; and for White British Christians needing to relearn our history and its impact on the world as it is today, in terms of the sin of racism. For people needing to de-construct and re-construct our identity. Until and unless we face these things, we will be slaves of sin. We have nothing to lose except our chains.

 

In closing, let me return to our Gospel reading, those short verses from Matthew 10, the church sent out into the world. Jesus calls us to be prophetic—and to connect with other prophetic voices in the community—and to embody justice in our dealings—and to connect with others doing likewise—and not to be overwhelmed by the enormity of the task or to dismiss the significance of starting where we are, with even the smallest of actions. It is not enough to not be racist, we must be anti-racist. We are not only set free from something, but also for something. This is a matter of our Father’s kingdom continually breaking into the world, of his will being done on earth as it is in heaven—and of that will being resisted.

 

And perhaps for us the starting-point needs to be that we welcome Jesus come-to-us in the BAME prophets—whether nurses or students or professors or church (and other religious tradition) leaders or asylum seekers—whom he has sent to Sunderland? There is an ongoing work of learning to see people through Jesus’ eyes that needs to be done, of which the recent vigil in Keel Square was a part. It isn’t easy; and we will get it wrong, as the Church has been getting it wrong from the beginning. Yet in the hope that, as from the beginning, God is at work to redeem, I commend it to you.

 


Sunday, 21 October 2018

Twenty-first Sunday after Trinity 2018



Why does a good God allow suffering? Why, in particular, does a good God allow undeserved suffering? Why does a good God stand by while children are buried alive, in the rubble of a war-zone or under a terrifying mud-slide? It isn’t fair! Or, closer to home, why stand by while people in older age are stripped from the inside by dementia, their family forced to watch? What sort of a God is that?

There are no easy answers to such questions. But that does not mean that there are no answers. Suffering raises big questions, and both suffering itself and the questions it raises deserve to be taken seriously. We are not faced with an unhelpful referendum choice between Simplistic Answers and Nothing to Say.


With that in mind, let us turn to Isaiah 53:11. The context is a prophetic vision of one described as the LORD’s servant. This servant is a personification of God’s faithful people and what they were experiencing at the hands of corrupt rulers and surrounding nations. It is a role Christians see as ultimately being taken-up and fully-expressed in the person of Jesus. And the verses we heard read out are all about the bodily experience of this servant. A body that is wounded, and crushed; covered in disfiguring bruises, and experiencing anguish. It is a body broken; even undergoing a violent death, due to ‘a perversion of justice’ (verse 8). If this is true of Jesus — and it was — then it is Jesus in solidarity with many others, in every generation. And verse 11 says, ‘The righteous one, my servant, shall make many righteous’.

To be righteous in the Hebrew scriptures is to embody justice. That is to say that verse 11 can be understood in this way: ‘the one who embodies justice, my servant, shall make many to embody justice’. Or, in other words, many who witness the undeserved suffering of this victim of injustice will be so sickened as to turn their backs on the way of injustice and take up the cause of embodying justice in their own lives, their actions, their habitual practices.

We might agree in principle that women, and children, and less-often but nonetheless also men should not suffer domestic violence; but we are unlikely to do something about what goes on behind closed doors. It is none of our business, nothing to do with us. Perhaps God allows suffering in the hope that being confronted with it might make us compassionate? Not that suffering is a necessary evil, to be tolerated; but that God consistently intends to redeem suffering by allowing it to be the instrument that breaks our hearts open. Selah*


Turn with me to Hebrews 5:8. The writer, speaking of Jesus, boldly declares, ‘Although he was a Son, he learned obedience through what he suffered’. Let’s unpack that. First, the word translated ‘obedience’ means ‘submission to what is heard’. That is, a response to(wards) someone speaking.

Second, the word translated ‘suffering’ means ‘to be acted upon in a certain way, either good or bad’. That is, to find ourselves in circumstances where we are dependent on other people because, for whatever reason, we lack the agency necessary for independent action.

(That is why in the old translations Jesus said ‘suffer the little children to come unto me’: do it for them, because they can’t do it for themselves. Children either suffer the actions of neglect or suffer the actions of love; and, either way, are shaped by what they suffer.)

In other words, the point being made here is not that God beat his wilful son until the child learnt to do what it was told [and I use ‘it’ intentionally, as beating anyone is dehumanising] but that through the experience of dependency on others, through loving embrace and painful rejection, Jesus learnt how to hear and to trust God.

We must listen to the testimony of sisters and brothers who tell us that their experience of suffering, their new-found, often unwanted, dependency on God and neighbours, has, indeed, done just that. Conversely, we might observe how easy it is to nether hear nor trust God or our neighbour when you have all the privilege, all the resources, to be both god and neighbour-enough to yourself. Selah

Suffering, then, has the potential to open our eyes to see and our ears to hear and our hearts to give ourselves to both God and our neighbour. And that might very well go some way to answering the question, why would a good God permit suffering, in a world where our eyes and ears and hearts are so closed.


Jesus said, ‘the Son of Man’ — that is, ‘the Mortal’, a favourite term by which he fully-identified with his sisters and brothers and invites them to identify with him — ‘came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many’ (Mark 10:45). Justice does not work at a theoretical level, but only when it is embodied, by all. I might like to believe that I am a good person, but who am I good for? Or, what good am I, in the world?

For as long as our definition of our goodness allows us to tolerate the human cost of the global arms trade, or of our insatiable lust for energy consumption, or of any of the injustices by which we try to keep suffering at arm’s length; for as long as we refuse to embrace our bodily frailty and all it might have to teach us; perhaps we ought to hold our tongue in God’s presence.


*Selah, Hebrew notation found in many of the Psalms; of uncertain meaning, but widely understood to mean Pause (and reflect on what has just been said before moving on).


Questions to consider:
What first-hand experience of suffering have you known?
What, if anything, has suffering taught you?
How, and for whom, might you more fully embody justice in the world?