Commentary

What Would Jesus Conceal and Carry?

I’ve been thinking about guns.  Not the ones I wish I had instead of the stick-like things that emerge from my upper torso, but the ones that have been facilitating all the shootings that have been the subject of grisly news reports and impassioned Facebook pleas for gun control lately. Not just the shootings in recent months. Over half of the deadliest mass shootings in the U.S. in the last 50 years have happened in the past decade.

I have to make a confession: the killings reported in the news have not disturbed me enough. What I mean is that I don’t always feel shocked, the stories don’t necessarily stop me in my tracks or make me unable to go about my daily routine. These things happen, it’s horrible and tragic, but that’s just part of this sort of messed up but ultimately not-that-bad world. True, people are killed in Chicago all the time, some very close to where I live, but even that fact is crazily easy to ignore and distance myself from. 

Reflections

Hope Grammar

At a recent panel discussion, I got to hear four men nearing retirement reflect back on their lives.  They all came of age in the 1960s, so they couldn’t tell their stories without mentioning the anti-war protests, marches for racial equality, community organizing for social justice.  One guy even dropped out of graduate school to study “alternative education” in Mexico, only to return to the States and got a job as a factory worker with hopes of radicalizing the labor force.

Reflections

Easter Words

It’s ironic that Easter is for many people the one day of the year they feel compelled to go to church, because the event that Easter is meant to commemorate is one of the most perplexing and difficult to understand ones the Christian tradition talks about.

Because of the presence of the “masses,” I could imagine it would be tempting for many ministers to say something accessible about resurrection, hoping to cast the net as wide as possible. For example, seeing resurrection as a metaphor for all the little moments of rebirth in life, from budding trees to new jobs to breakthroughs in stuck relationships. All obviously huge and important things, but not necessarily challenging to the way we tend to already look at the world.

Reflections

Power to the People

Every 10th grade world history student learns that “absolute power corrupts absolutely.” In Game of Thrones, power is that luminous jewel that makes kings of those who have it and servants of those who don’t. In Ukraine, power comes in the form of Russian soldiers protecting “national interests”.  On Wall Street, power shows up in Italian suits and capitalism’s “invisible hand” that, besides turning the gears of globalization, also tends to buy those I-bankers ever more Italian suits.

Reflections

Trust the Hunch

Yesterday I went to a massive celebration of the legacy of Martin Luther King Jr. The point was not only to honor the victories of the civil rights movement, but also to remind us of what needs to be done right now to bend the “moral arcs” of our communities toward greater racial and economic justice.

In his struggle, MLK, along with so many others, beautifully linked the racial divisions in our country with the tradition of prophetic critique in the Bible, which called out the sad human tendency toward injustice in the name of something better. The Hebrew prophets called that something better God’s justice, or righteousness, or “ways” – a radical claim that something at the core of not only our selves but also the universe itself “wants” there to be less meanness in human affairs. In the Gospels it’s called the “Kingdom of God,” a phrase that rings weird today but signifies a surprising reordering of things – where something lovelier than might makes right. King called it the Beloved Community.

Commentary

Flannery Says...

The Church is founded on Peter who denied Christ three times and couldn’t walk on the water by himself. You are expecting his successors to walk on the water. All human nature vigorously resists grace because grace changes us and the change is painful.
— Flannery O’Connor, letter to Cecil Dawkins, 9 Dec 58 (via habitofbeing)

Reflections

Happy New Year from Root and Branch Church

While it is customary to begin the new year with hopes and promises of things to come (maybe this is the year I’ll be able to grow facial hair!), lets look back for a minute to 2013.

The end of the year is my favorite time to assess and give thanks (sorry Thanksgiving…you are about food).  A year ago Root & Branch Church wasn’t around. It was merely an idea about a community that would try and figure out how to live better lives, help others live better lives, and do so by exploring this old, sometimes problematic, often beautiful religious tradition (you can read more about all that here).  It was a hope for a space where people could eat together, sing/hear non-whack songs, and find some reprieve.

A Christmas Meditation and Invitation

Whether its because we’re excitedly making plans to be with family, or unexcitedly making plans to be with family, Christmas is a time when home is on the brain.
 
But Christmas is also an opportunity to home in on what it means to feel “at home,” because the Christmas story itself is really about the possibility of feeling at home in what can be a harsh world.
 
We all know about the couple on the brink of childbirth, far from home, being turned away because there was “no room.” Those glowing plastic nativity scenes don’t do a great job at conveying what it would mean to actually give birth in a stinking, drafty, dirty barn.
 
But the Christmas story makes the crazy proposition that this was the perfect place for sacredness to be born. Far from home, in a structure not meant for human shelter, a baby is born who will grow up to bring the radical message that everyone is worthy of being at home in this world.
 
It turns out that the way to be at home in this world is the same way this baby went on to live: by being unafraid to let go of the easy comforts of home, lovingly asking others to do the same, all in the service of giving the socially, spiritually, and literally homeless the news that they—we—deserve to be here just as much as anyone else.
 
We have been invited as a church to participate in a celebration of the traditional Mexican celebration of Las Posadas to remember both the timeless message of finding home in the midst of what can seem like an inhospitable world, but also to honor and bear witness to a place where people are at risk of losing their chance at having a decent, affordable place to call home. Lathrop Homes is one of the few remaining affordable housing complexes on the North Side of Chicago, and there is a proposal to convert much of it to more expensive housing. On Saturday, December 21, from 2-4pm, we will have the opportunity to stand (and walk) with other members of our community to support the radical, and utterly common sense proposal that everyone deserves a home. 

And then we’ll have a party!

We’ll be meeting at the Cotter Boys and Girls Club at 2pm. Event is until 4.  Learn more and sign up here: 
https://www.facebook.com/events/226225527552782
And feel free to email neil@rootandbranchchurch.org with questions.

-Neil

Soldiers for Christ Endure an Amusement Park

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Recently I went to an amusement park in Minnesota with my young cousins, and as we were entering the place so were about 300 teenagers wearing these t-shirts. With their advertised commitment to endure hardship, one might imagine they had come to test their Spartan self-restraint, observing in silence while us non-combatants ran around having fun, but no, they were there for the same reason as the rest of us: to ride Steel Venom, Wild Thing, and Renegade. Like the roller coasters, whose names terrify but are ultimately quite safe, these teens seemed mostly pretty normal and sweet. Still, there’s something not so sweet about making the war metaphor central to a characterization of the life of faith. I don’t think they’re subversively challenging our valorization of war so much as taking it for granted and reinforcing it as a mark of toughness. Also, what about peace, love, gentleness, joy?

Does my undying allegiance to Sade’s “Soldier of Love" make me then a hypocrite? No, because Sade has been kicking R&B/soul/soft rock ass for thirty years,* and the song has lyrics like "I’m at the borderline of my faith / I’m at the hinterland of my devotion / I’m in the front line of this battle of mine / But I’m still alive / I’m a soldier of love…I am lost but I don’t doubt."

The faith I’ve experienced is most often like Sade’s: at the borderlines and hinterlands, where I have to trust in being lost. 

*Unfortunately not all posts on the R&B Church blog will include a meditation on an actual R&B song, but no one can stop me from doing it occasionally.

- Neil Ellingson

Decline to Discovery

Martin Marty reflects on the decline of the “mainline Protestant” church:

Historians who mark their work with enduring attention to the signs of finitude, contingency and transience may not join the front rank of strategists for the once-mainline. But they can provide perspective and contribute to the search for wisdom in bewildering times—if they are not surprised, paralyzed or distracted by obsessive talk of mainline decline. Over my shoulder as I write is a framed phrase in Chinese calligraphy. It once was on the office wall of Charles Huggins, a Nobelist in science. It translates: “Discovery is our business.” True for the scientists, it also informs the vocation of humanists and theologians who are mining the past for the purposes of discovery.

I suspect that the time for lament is coming to an end. Church attendance is down, cultural influence is dwindling, buildings are crumbling. =’(. ITS A SIGN! So lets go from there and see what we can do.

For some reason tumblr is being whack and won’t let me hyperlink within the text. Here is the link below:

http://www.christiancentury.org/blogs/archive/2013-08/declinism-discovery

Dude You Have No Audience

Post by R&B Co-founder Neil Ellingson:

Franklin Graham, son of famous evangelical mega-preacher Billy, was invited to speak at the Festival of Hope in Iceland, but he may be looking out into an empty auditorium after an ingenious mass protest of the event in which people claimed all the free online tickets with no intention of going. Graham claimed that God grieved the day Obama came out in favor of gay marriage; Iceland had the first lesbian head of government in history. He’s also scheduled to speak the day before Pride, which is a big deal in Iceland. He’s also said a ridiculous number of ridiculous things about Islam.

The Icelandic protest is kind of like the tactic employed by my hero, Jacob Isom, the guy who took the Quran from the conservative Christian activist who was going to burn it, except with maybe a bit more coordination and a sense of playfully serious mischief worthy of the land where more than half the population claims to believe in Huldufolk (elves or hidden people).

Source: International Business Times and PRI’s The World

I just really wanted to post this picture, the cover page for the Public Religions Research Institutes’s recent release. The dudes on the right are feeling just as much spiritual ecstasy.
For interesting commentary on what it says:
Religion Ch…

I just really wanted to post this picture, the cover page for the Public Religions Research Institutes’s recent release. The dudes on the right are feeling just as much spiritual ecstasy.

For interesting commentary on what it says:

Religion Challenges Left and Right by E.J. Dionne

A Challenge to Religious Stereotypes by Ed Kilgore

-Tim

"Religious Poem"

<a href=”http://dangodston.bandcamp.com/album/poetry-music-at-the-sulzer-library” data-mce-href=”http://dangodston.bandcamp.com/album/poetry-music-at-the-sulzer-library”>poetry & music at the Sulzer Library by Larry Janowski</a>

Post by Root and Branch Co-Founder Neil Ellingson:

The first poem in this audio stream could serve as a manifesto for Root and Branch. It beautifully makes the case for how religious community can take us beyond our selves, into the presence of others and the sacred blood and bones of reality, in a way that solitary spirituality might not.

It’s by Chicago poet and Franciscan friar Larry Janowski. If we can get permission (and get a hold of him) we’ll post the text as well.