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THE ARCHBISHOPS IN SECRET
The recent meeting of Anglican primates (the principal bishops of each of the separate Anglican churches, large and small) did nothing to improve the situation in the Anglican Communion. Whether it has left us materially worse off is something we shall learn only in the years to come. My guess is that the Archbishop of Canterbury invited his fellow primates to gather in the hope that he could at least prevent our incipient schism from growing worse. It is a legitimate goal. Schisms that reach fully institutionalized character are notoriously difficult to resolve. Whatever issue is claimed as the occasion for schism assumes an importance that it may never really have deserved simply because it becomes the distinctive badge of the community resulting from the schism. It must continue to be justified as the only acceptable decision, even if, in later years, it should cease to seem so important after all.
The Anglican tradition’s combination of dispersed authority and respect for tradition is both blessing and weakness. It helps avert the kind of political authoritarianism that created the Inquisition and provoked the Reformation, but it has difficulty in satisfying people’s desire for clarity. Once people are truly furious with one another over a contested issue, there is no authority that can rein in the warring sides. In this respect, of course, we are in precisely the same situation as earliest Christianity. No voice could successfully reunite those Jewish Christians who insisted on full conversion of Gentiles to Jewish identity with those who regarded the Gentiles’ presence in the church as a sign of the Holy Spirit’s work. In the same way, no voice in contemporary Anglicanism can reconcile those who feel that the existence of gay, lesbian, and transgender Anglicans is radically transgressive with those who are persuaded that it is an important victory of the gospel. The only hope of preserving church unity is to find, foster, or create a majority who are prepared to regard the issue as an adiaphoron, a matter that should not occasion division.
It is not surprising, to be sure, that Christians, early or late, have been uncomfortable with this protracted and uncertain sort of process and have sometimes looked for social mechanisms that could speed it up or even short-circuit it. The gradual increase in the power of the early papacy was fueled in part by requests that the Bishop of Rome intervene in local quandaries in Western Europe. The parallel rise of the patriarchates of the East owed something to the same process as well as to the emperor’s desire to quell conflict in the church. In the long run, however, the result was an increasing rigidity that had difficulty making room even for innovations of great spiritual value—with divergent and unpredictable results as exemplified in the cases of, say, Francis of Assisi and Martin Luther. The Reformation broke with the absolute power of the papacy, but held onto much of the rigidity of the Western Christian mindset and became, as a result, a welter of competing and conflicting organizations, divided by disputes that sometimes seem of dubious value in the present era. The desire for doctrinal purity occasioned much division. One distinctive element of the Elizabethan settlement in England was the effort to hold these diverse elements together under a single roof—an effort never completely successful even in the resulting Church of England.
We now have significant elements of schism among Anglicans. There are churches that refuse to share communion with The Episcopal Church and the Anglican Church of Canada, and wish to have the secessionist elements grouped together in the Anglican Church in North America officially recognized as their replacements. There are those who resolutely oppose this program. If the Archbishop of Canterbury hopes to prevent this situation from becoming more entrenched, he must probably aim at buying time in which to foster the growth and consolidation of the group that sees the matter as adiaphoron and rejects the idea of dividing over it.
This will not be an easy matter, given the global character of Anglicanism. The status of lesbians and gay men (still more of transexual persons) varies enormously from culture to culture. And it is part of the larger issue of gender, which also remains unresolved among us. It is no accident that many of the churches that are particularly angry about the embrace of homosexual persons are also opposed to the ordination of women. And it is no accident that the leadership of these groups is entirely male and presents itself as emphatically heterosexual.
But the fact that the task is difficult does not mean that it can or should be lightly abandoned. The unity of the church is more than an institutional convenience, more than a theological premise, and more than a concern of professional ecumenists. It is a matter of deep spiritual value. God’s creation of humanity in God’s image and likeness, implies, as I have said elsewhere on this weblog, God’s search for friends. And since God has created so many of us and of such different temperament, experience, and culture, it seems reasonable to infer that our very multiplicity is part of what we bring to God as God’s friends. The great danger of Christians in any one place or time is that we shall begin to identify the gospel with the practices and prejudices of our particular time and place. Only a community of discourse that is large and varied enough to disrupt that kind of fossilization is ultimately adequate to the needs of our growing friendship with God, this friendship for which God created us and to which we are learning to respond through God’s grace.
Accordingly, I praise and honor Archbishop Welby for his efforts to keep us all in conversation and not yield prematurely to the forces of disintegration. At the same time, there are consequences of the meeting that bode ill. Most significantly, it has reinforced the apparent power of the Consultation of Primates, a gathering that has no theological or constitutional rationale for exercising this kind of authority. It was first created as a consultation, and anything beyond that on its part is a usurpation. It has become, in effect, a weapon of convenience for those who wish to suppress theological debate on topics that they have defined as out of bounds. This is a dangerous precedent both in its own right and beccause the group’s meetings are essentially secret—out of the eye of the larger church in a way that our local conventions and synods or the global Anglican Consultative Council are not. Moreover, those who wish to control the discourse are resorting to the age-old schismatic device of trying to bar their opposition from participation. I fear that by reinforcing these precedents of secrecy and exclusion Archbishop Welby’s initiative may prove more destructive than helpful, for they cut against the real need—to foster the community of those who are committed to broad unity and disinclined to dig trenches between us.
Bill Countryman, Good Shepherd Berkeley
FIRST SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY, JANUARY 10, 2016
Year C: Isaiah 43:1-7; Psalm 29; Acts 8:14-17; Luke 3:15-17, 21-22
Water: it’s never been quite so much on my mind as it has lately. Even though I don’t like gray days, I rejoice to see rain falling here; and even though I’m not interested in skiing, I rejoice to hear of snow in the Sierra. I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in that.
Water is essential to life—something I’m reminded of even in the science news. Astronomers have been talking about it a lot over the last year because nobody has quite managed to explain why Earth has so much of it or where it came from. But, then again, they’ve turned up signs that there’s still liquid water on Mars, which pumps up people’s curiosity about life there.
Here at home, of course, all of us in California have been feeling the pinch of drought this past year. And, in that, we have a lot of company the world over. The drought in Australia, the African Sahel, and the Near East is much graver at this point than ours. Some people suggest that it’s a contributing factor in the political and religious conflicts in Africa and the Near East. It’s certainly causing some conflicts in California politics just now.
But the drought has made us particularly grateful for the recent rains. I’ve been totaling up the water in the rain gauge, breathing a sigh of relief with every additional tenth of an inch. At moments like these, it becomes difficult to think of water as just a given, something we don’t have to think about.
Rain in dry times gives a boost to everyone’s spirits. Even the most confirmed non-believer can be excused for feeling some sense of thankfulness—to the creation at large if not to the Creator. For those of us who know our lives to be touched by God in a great variety of ways, water reveals itself as something holy. I’ve often sensed the presence of God in a particular way where we find water in the desert, in the occasional pool fed by an aquifer, in a spring-fed creek, or in a great river like the Virgin at Zion Canyon. There, you get unmistakable evidence of the life-giving power of water.
But there’s another side to water, of course. Even as we welcome this year’s rains, we’re being warned about the danger of flooding. I haven’t heard of any significant instances of it yet, but we know it’s possible—probable, in fact, if we get too much rain in too short a time.
So this element that’s basic to our life can also threaten it at times. I think again of water in the desert, where storms far upstream can unleash terrible flash floods without much warning.
Our Psalmist today must have seen storms like that. Where else would such vivid description of their power come from?
3 The voice of God is upon the waters;
the God of glory thunders; *
God is upon the mighty waters.
4 The voice of God is a powerful voice; *
the voice of God is a voice of splendor.
5 The voice of God breaks the cedar trees; *
God breaks the cedars of Lebanon.
7 The voice of God splits the flames of fire;
the voice of God shakes the wilderness;
We live in a world both generous and dangerous. And the Psalmist tells us that the God who made this world is both generous and dangerous.
We know this, of course, though at times we try to forget it. And then, in one way or another we get brought up against the fragility of human life and we learn all over again that God is not a sort of gauzy character out of a fairy tale with a wand, scattering fairy dust and making everything right. No, God is someone much bigger, much more loving—and also much tougher than that.
But if our Psalmist warns us of the danger, Isaiah, in our first reading this morning, reminds us of the love and care exercised on us by this mighty God:
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
and the flame shall not consume you. (43:2)
God promises to pass through the storm—the floodwaters and the lightning—with us
Hmmm—passing through water. That’s exactly what John the Baptist offered people in his ministry, isn’t it? He gave them a chance to be immersed in this life-giving and life-threatening element. People walked into the water with him in the hope that they would emerge with a new confidence in God. In the sacrament of water, they faced up to both the wonder and the danger of life. And they found it gave them strength. Embracing the fear and the hope together gave them a new sense of God’s power and God’s goodness at work in their lives.
Lots of people were showing up for that: people who felt insecure in their world, uncertain of their God, unsatisfied with their lives, burdened by their failures and inadequacies, hoping for a new beginning and prepared to put some effort and energy into it. It was a mass movement and, unlike some recent popular movements we could name—political, social, religious—it seems to have had a thoroughly beneficent effect. People began to live more honestly, more generously—began to take care of one another and recreate genuine human community among themselves.
And then Jesus shows up to be baptized. John, you may recall, was Jesus’ cousin. And I always wonder about that. Sometimes close relatives work together well, and other times we have trouble taking each other seriously. In this case, John took some persuading, but finally agreed to baptize Jesus.
“And,” you might say, “so what?” Isn’t that just what John did, what John’s ministry was about? Yes. But there’s more. The real “so what” becomes evident only in the moment of vision that follows, when the voice from heaven says, “You are my Son, the Beloved.”
In this moment, God’s promise in Isaiah becomes realized quite literally:
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
and the flame shall not consume you.
The flood, the lightning—it isn’t just we who pass through the waters of life and death. God passes through them alongside us. God takes the risk, God dares to experience this creation the same way we do.
“God sits enthroned over the flood,” we said in our Psalm. Yes. And God also wades through it alongside us. And recognizing this grants us the power to live lives of hope and energy even in a world that encompasses so much danger as well as so much blessing.
“Flight Into Egypt 1923 Henry Ossawa Tanner” by Henry Ossawa Tanner – Metropolitan Museum of Art, online collection (accession number 2001.402a). Licensed under Public Domain via Commons – https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Flight_Into_Egypt_1923_Henry_Ossawa_Tanner.jpg#/media/File:Flight_Into_Egypt_1923_Henry_Ossawa_Tanner.jpg
Bill Countryman Good Shepherd, Berkeley
CHRISTMAS EVE, 2015
Year C: Isaiah 9:2-7; Psalm 96; Titus 2:11-14; Luke 2:1-14 (15-20)
OUTRAGEOUS!
One might feel that there’s a bit of a disconnect between reading the newspaper this morning and celebrating Christmas this evening. The world at large seems particularly stricken with hatred and destruction as the Year of our Lord 2015 slips away. And yet, here we are singing about glory in the highest and peace on earth.
You could think of it—I’m sure some people do think of it—as a bit of escapism, a retreat from reality into a candle-lit fantasy of better times. And maybe there is a bit of that in it for most of us. And why not? A little escapism from time to time, a chance to draw your breath before turning back around to face reality, helps us get through otherwise difficult times. But that’s not the main thing Christmas is about.
And what is it about? It’s about the whole big story of the universe and of us in it. And it’s a completely outrageous version of that story. Well, it would have to be, wouldn’t it? What other sort of story could measure up to this great, improbable, rich, sumptuous, many-colored world of which we are a part? Yes, there are great sorrows and dangers. And, yes, the wonder of it all—of day and night, rain and sun, winter and summer, plants, animals, people— the wonder of it all is still beyond telling.
The story begins with God creating this universe—not because God had any need of it, but rather as an immense and outrageously splendid work of art. And the story goes on to tell that God created, in this world, some beings that, we are told, share God’s image and likeness. Why would God want such odd creatures? There can be only one reason. God wanted creatures who could respond to God as friends. Of course, they also had to be creatures who could refuse God’s friendship because you can’t choose something that you aren’t free to reject.
Some of us have chosen that friendship. I think of Abraham, who was called “God’s friend.” Some of us have worked hard to keep clear of it. Most of us are probably somewhere in between. And mostly, I suspect, we just try to avoid thinking about it because, after all, it is so outrageous that God should even be asking for friendship with us. Us?
And, after all, we do have other things to be concerned about. Just keeping one’s head above water is enough to occupy most of our time and attention. Do we have the energy to care whether the One who unleashed all this wonderful but perplexing world on us is also trying to be friends?
But the Creator doesn’t give up easily. Knowing that we finite, mortal creatures have a hard time raising our sights to the wonder that lies in and around and under this world we live in, the Creator does what a friend would do: God comes to see us, comes live among us as one of us.
Not just to see the sights. It’s not a visit to the zoo or the botanical garden. It’s not like the old gods who would sometimes roam around among the peasantry just for the fun of it, perhaps dealing out some blessings here, playing some pranks there. No, this is God sharing our lives, taking on all our weaknesses, our uncertainties, our mortality. This is serious friendship.
And that’s the meaning of this strange event in Bethlehem:
Here comes to birth
the One who birthed us all.
Here lies the Upholder of all,
too weak to raise his head,
God, choosing helplessness instead,
has left the throne of deep tranquillity
to live in human poverty—
has come to earth.
Outrageous nonsense! Makes no sense at all! Why would anyone take it seriously?
Well, it sounds very much like the God who made this outrageous universe to start with. An outrageous God will do outrageous things. And the outrageousness of Bethlehem has about it the peculiar logic of immortal, unfailing friendship, seeking friendship in return.
And so we celebrate it, even in a time when the newspapers are full of dark things, of hatred and harm. We celebrate it because the outrageous One is here, with us, to share the risks.