Creative Destruction

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When I was 17 I spent a summer in a kind of youth think tank at Cornell called “Telluride.” My father was a bit skeptical of it all, but his worries were allayed when he met my two, very respectable looking professors. They turned out to be total Marxist “dialectical materialists.”  It was 1972, and I mentioned in passing that they must be supporting George MacGovern. On the contrary, they were strong Nixon supporters! But why? “Because we need to drive the contradictions...” they replied.  Things needed to come into destructive conflict, out of which the new world would emerge. It is a brutal but also naive kind of Hegelian philosophy. There is more than a touch of this on the contemporary political scene, if from another corner. 

This comes to mind because I read of a recent book on the state of the denominational churches which foresaw their dramatic demise. But not to worry, churches failing in this time of decline could be mulch for a new religious paradigm. Cold comfort for the mulch!  Here too we find not a little of the logic of creative destruction, a description of the revolutionary logic actually made popular first in the world of investment.

Even if we reject this line of thought, when disillusioned with some failing or other of the church of buildings, budgets, and conflicting  personalities, who has not though it might be better simply to get on with the kind of effort Jesus advocated in the world and leave these sagging church institutions be?

But this line of thinking is in fact a snare and a delusion. The welfare of the Gospel is related to the health of the real Church as real institutions in the real world, ones that can continue over time. It is in real parishes that the verdict will heard a generation from now. Rebuilding them, even when it involves reconciling opinions, finding the “good enough” program, taking the long view, and accepting the incremental, is the call of the Spirit. We don't need a radical and destructive creativity, since we are servants of Him who has resolved the irreconcilable in Himself, so that His news may be heard in the humility of an all-too-human institutional form. 

Peace,

GRS

 

 

The Boatman

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What do we mean when we talk about leadership, which is, after all, the galvanizing word for pastoral work and thought in our time?  Sometimes we seem to mean visionary, at others the giver of stemwinders, at others a politician who can read a constituency. For the New Testament the key term is “elder” conveying as it does prudence and memory, which are surely balms for our age, whether sought out or not. 

I have come to have a different root metaphor in my mind.  It is, I believe, especially pertinent in this age, in which sail into strong headwinds and quickly shifting cultural tides. Church leaders in our time are more like boatmen whose job it is to bring a younger generation across the tide as safely as they can. I am not claiming we are crossing the River Styx, though “forgetfulness” (Lethe) is a good name for those waters nonetheless. In our barque are also found the traditional scriptures and doctrines and spiritual practices. I certainly have in mind us older ordained leaders, but I would not exempt senior lay leaders. 

This image is not a pugnacious one, though it has a considerable degree of resistance in it. There is some relation to the “Benedict Option” about which I have already written, though the image of a passage has dimensions which monastic retreat does not. But both make preservation for a new generation paramount in our common life. 

Salud

 +GRS

 

 

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Complete the Race (II Timothy 4:17)

At the end of our vacation we find ourselves in Chicago for its Marathon weekend (the fastest, I have read this morning, perhaps because it is cool and relatively level). Marathons offer many good things. You can see world-class athletes from places like Ethiopia and Kenya. There is a feel of fiesta with signs by family members, getups by some for-fun runners, and food for sale.

But as I looked out my hotel window at 7:30 a.m., I watched the race of competitors who have lost legs or their use. Wheeling vehicles by arm for 26 miles means serious fitness and determination.

Those competitors were to me, this morning, a symbol of the Church too. For each is wounded. The larger family cheers them on. Each by grace has risen up to run the race. Ahead is the goal, the prize, the welcome home. We find the companionship of Jesus the Lord, there, and along the route too.

Amen.

GRS