The Way of Jesus is the Way of Peace

If you think safety and security will be brought about by more guns, then you clearly are missing the point of Jesus’ life and death.

In the days since the tragedy in Orlando, we’ve seen the pro-gun crowd double down on their call for more guns in society, led by presidential candidate Donald Trump, who expressed support for the idea that what when wrong in the Pulse nightclub was that there weren’t enough guns in the building.

(Because more guns always means less killing, right?)

FB_IMG_1466694781406For decades, the NRA has led a push on behalf of the gun makers they represent to normalize the idea of a gun in every hand, all in an effort to make more money for the aforementioned companies. They’ve certainly succeeded in polarizing the debate, but more importantly, the gun lobby has managed to completely transform the culture of American society.

The culture of America is now one of fear and distrust of others, and a willingness to commit violence at the slightest provocation. It is a culture that says the way to relate to others is with bluster and anger and hate, in an effort to cover up the infantile fear of so many.

And it’s understandable that fear is the prevailing mood in 21st century America, when an entire ideological movement has paired with the gun lobby to terrorize Americans by making them think that everyone different from them, and everything strange, is a mortal danger. When you constantly hear that you and your family are in danger from terrorists and black teens and trans people and Mexicans and a hundred other things, then of course you are going to be fearful. And if you are fearful – like really, life-and-death fearful – day and night, then of course you are going to listen to the NRA when they tell you that the only thing between you and danger is the barrel of a gun.

And to think, we have the gall in the midst of this to claim the mantle of a “Christian nation.”

Fear and distrust and anger and violence are all the antithesis of the Way of Christ.

The message of Jesus was one of strength through peace. It was a way of power found in love and submissiveness, not force and coercion.

Jesus found a way to deal with enemies: you love them. You serve them. You go the extra mile. You lay down your life, if that’s what it takes.

When Jesus was confronted with violence and his own death, he did not pull a sword and lead an armed resistance. He implored his followers to put away their swords, reminding them that “Those who live by the sword, die by the sword.” He recognized that his nonviolent resistance is what would break the cycle of violence. It would warm the cold hearts of the world, by showing them that real power and liberation is found by refusing to submit to the violent ways of the world.

You turn the cheek. Because, if we are going to live in a less violent world, we have to break the cycle of violence.

More guns and more fear and more distrust will not make us a safer society. Walking through Kroger with your AR-15 does not make anyone feel safer or secure. Putting guns in the hands of more people does not make for less violence. Weapons of war and destruction do not build a more just, peaceful and merciful society.

Image-UN_Swords_into_Plowshares_StatueWe must beat our swords into plowshares. We must learn to love others. We must begin to be peacemakers.

Does the mean we don’t protect our loved ones and the vulnerable of the world? Does that mean we become doormats for injustice and power to walk all over?

Of course not.

But it does mean we have to re-imagine our conceptions of power. We have to find that prophetic imagination that animated Isaiah and Jesus and Gandhi and King and Mandela. We need to be able to imagine a gun-free world, a world where mutual distrust and cynicism is replaced with love for our brothers and sisters. Only by imagining a new way of being in the world will we begin to transform this world.

Because nothing screams “lack of imagination” like a gun.

We have to be willing to endure the taunts of those who tell us the way of Christ is unrealistic, utopian, or naive. We have to ignore those who would distort the Gospel by telling us it’s “metaphorical.” We have to face up to those that tell us that this is the “real world” and we have to be “practical” and be willing to say “Get behind me, Satan!”

The only way we replace the fear that has permeated our culture is through love. It’s biblical: “Perfect love casts out all fear.”

We have to be willing to take our call as Christians seriously, and realize that peace and nonviolence begins with us. We have to be the example, just like Jesus was the example. We have to practice love for all people, especially those we term our enemies. We have the live into the role that Jesus blessed: that of peacemaker, of the meek, of mercy, of the oppressed.

Don’t like the idea of that? Take it up with Jesus.

Hope and Rage: Responding to Orlando

America has a problem.

Several problems, actually.

We have a problem with guns. We have a problem with Muslims. And we have a problem with LGBTQI+ people.

And this weekend, all three of those problems came together in an orgy of violence and hate-based reactions to that violence.

America has problems. Problems we can’t solve with a paradigm shift in how we understand and engage with the world.

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13406774_1082534845153426_4820491155348874826_nI first heard the news out of Orlando early yesterday morning, after getting up to get ready to head for work at All Souls. Once I resolved to write about it, my first instincts were anger, frustration and vitriol towards those I know perpetuate these kinds of things in our society.

That was my instinct throughout the day, as news unfolded and the death toll rose about 50. Every time I opened Facebook, I saw the anguished, fearful and rage-filled reactions of my LGBT friends, and their many allies. And so anguish, fear and rage is what I continued to feel as well.

I felt (and feel) rage about the fact that, after hundreds and hundreds of deaths, this country still would rather worship the false god of the 2nd Amendment, and his consort, the false goddess of money, than respect and value the worth of human bodies. It fills me with rage that a small minority of special interests refuses to allow us to engage the very really problem of gun violence, a problem that only seems to exist in America.

I feel rage that this catastrophe will be used to create hate and fear towards our Muslim brothers and sisters, all of whom are love-filled, peaceful human beings, children of God like you and I. Instead of knowing that, elements of our society (led by a certain opportunistic, xenophobic presidential candidate) will use this as an opportunity to spread hate and Islamaphobia, casting the guilt of a small number of violent cretins who misuse the name of the Prophet (PBUH) to spread their medieval ideology onto an entire religion.

And it fills me with rage that again – AGAIN – our LGBTQI+ siblings have been targeted by regressives with violence, and have again become victims of hate just because of who they are. Again, they must be explicitly reminded they everyday they have to live in fear. But what really fills me with rage is that the very “leaders” and bigots who fan the flames of hate – who spend all their time bemoaning the supposed dangers of LGBT people marrying who they love, using the restroom and the dressing room, even just existing, those who use religion and “Common sense” to spread hate speech and state that LGBT people are somehow subhuman and unworthy of the same rights and privileges as other human beings – these folks will be taking to Twitter and Fox News to offer “thoughts and prayers” and talk about how we need “Biblical values” right now. These people have blood on their hands, and it is awfully rich of them to act anguished and upset now, when this is merely the logical outcome of their rhetoric and actions.

This is the rage I felt, and that I still feel.

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IMG_20160612_190404Last night, I attended a beautiful Taize service at Trinity Episcopal Church here in Tulsa. It was just what my soul needed after the feelings evoked by Orlando. The quiet, the dark, the candles, the beautiful music – perfect.

And it was during the times of silence and prayer in that beautiful space, that I began to feel rage dissipate as the primary feeling I had. Instead, as I sat there, and I experienced the love of God, I felt a new feeling: hope.

I know that’s easy for me to feel, as a white male in Tulsa. I didn’t lose any loved ones yesterday. I didn’t have my community, my existence, attacked yesterday, and everyday for years and years.

But hope is what I feel now. Hope that maybe this time, this horrific, terrible, unspeakable event, will be the one that tips the scales.

I have hope that maybe the scale of this atrocity, perpetuated by a man who was on terrorist watch lists but still able to purchase guns, will wake us up to the absolute necessity of common sense rules around the purchase of guns, and a better sense of the culture of violence gun culture creates.

I have hope that it will be this that wakes people up to the fact that the rhetoric and language used by so many in this nation about LGBT people is unacceptable and dangerous. Maybe people’s hearts will be thawed as a result of the very human nature of this tragedy, by the images of bodies no different that yours and mine, cast down and lifeless. Maybe we can take a big step forward here in accepting our LGBT siblings for who they are, acknowledging their inherent worth for who they are.

And I have hope that maybe we will be strong enough and mature enough to not blame our Muslim brothers and sisters for the actions of this man, or the actions of ISIS or Al Qaeda or any other group or person who hijacks their faith for their own selfish reasons. I have hope that, as we watch American Muslims rally with us in support of peace, we will begin to see that they worship the same God the rest of us do, and that at the end of this life, they will join us in the next life just like everyone else. I have hope that we will see past the demagoguery and hate of those asking to lead us, that we will not succumb to racism, xenophobia, fascism, but instead we will rally together as a nation around love and hope.

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In the face of the great tragedy and sickness we see in Orlando, I have hope. I have rage, but I also, overwhelmingly, have hope.

I have hope because, after leaving Taize last night, I saw images and words from the vigil held here last night at the Majestic club, of people of all walks of life and religions and backgrounds, coming together to support one another and demonstrate that, in the end, love wins. Hate and violence will always fail. Love and acceptance wins in the end, because God is love and we are walking images of that Love and that Love can’t lose.

So, grieve, hurt, cry, scream, rage. Recognize that we have big problems as a society. It’s right to do so, and you should. But have hope. The night is darkest before the dawn, but the dawn WILL come.

You Can’t Love Your Enemy If You Are Too Busy Hating Them

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This wasn’t a metaphor y’all.

You can’t love your enemy is you are too busy hating them.

You can’t love your enemy if you are too busy advocating for them to be carpet bombed into oblivion.

You can’t love your enemy if you are too busy calling for their families to be tortured and killed.

You can’t pray for your enemy if you are too busy scapegoating and stereotyping them.

You cannot put others first if you are only thinking about yourself.

You can’t turn the other cheek if you are too busy trying to punch back.

You can’t bless the poor if you are too busy blaming them for their situation.

You can’t be meek if you are too busy blustering about your own greatness.

You can’t feed to hungry if you are too busy means testing them.

You can’t show mercy if you are too busy accusing.

You can’t show mercy if you are too busy demanding an eye for eye.

You cannot heal others if you are too busy looking for new ways to defeat them.

You can’t let justice roll down like mighty waters if you are too busy oppressing.

You can’t be a peacemaker if you are too busy calling for more and more war.

You can’t be a peacemaker if you are too busy creating conflict.

You can’t give freely if you are too busy worrying about who is taking.

poorYou cannot serve God if you are too busy serving money.

You cannot work for God’s Kingdom if you are too busy trying to make Empire great.

You cannot love if you are too busy hating, hurting, fighting, and ridiculing.

You cannot follow the Way of Jesus if you are trying to master the arts of greed, power, and coercion.

You cannot be of God if you are of the world.