Category Archives: Social Justice

A Simpler Way

Most of you know that I’m just coming out of the throes of a crisis of faith (short lived as it was). One of the things I realized during this time was that it wasn’t God I was trying to turn my back on (though it seemed it would be much simpler to do so)–it was the hypocrisy of the Christian church. It drives me nuts to see legalism (doctrine elevated to a status that takes the focus off God and places it on the doctrine) in the church. It drives me nuts to see Christianity boiled down to a three step formula – “Read this verse, say this prayer, go to my church and you’ll be saved.” There’s nothing formulaic about God. Read the Bible and find a formula for happy life and salvation - I dare you. It won’t happen. There are no formulas in relationships.

So now I’m on a journey to be like Jesus – not like Christians. Remember, Christian is a great noun but a lousy adjective. It’s going to be tough for a people pleaser like me to make this journey because it’s going to look radically different than what most people associate with the word Christian – but ultimately, that doesn’t matter because my final authority is God and no one else (if I say that enough times, I have to start believing it deep down, right?).

So what does this look like for me? It looks like forming and living in a community very similar to Shane Claiborne’s “new monastic” community The Simple Way (you won’t get too much info from that link because they recently experienced a horrific fire and are focusing their efforts on rebuilding and funding the rebuilding effort). There are several of these communities popping up around the country (there’s even one in my hometown that I didn’t know existed - funny story…the web filter at work classifies the site as “occult”).

Busted Halo describes The Simple Way like this:

The Simple Way is an alternative Christian community with six semi-permanent members and a few dozen others who have passed through its doors. Members live and pray together, dedicate themselves to work with their poor neighbors, contribute part of their outside incomes (everybody has a part-time regular job) to maintain the house and generally aspire to upset the established order through acts of radical Christian love. Those acts of Christian resistance have included running an art camp for their inner city neighbors, opening the door to prostitutes in crisis and visiting Iraq to perform circuses for war-battered kids. These acts are equal parts punk rock and monastic.

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What distinguishes the house from other locales where cool, politically minded denizens split the rent is that these young adults gather expressly to share in each others’ religious lives and to follow Christ together. While members do not take vows and can stay for as long as forever or as little as a month, the best way to understand The Simple Way may be as a religious order, albeit an anarchist one with no Mother Superior and no dress code (although dread locks and piercings seem to be de rigeur). Living in community means conscientious dedication to each other’s spiritual journey.

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The Simple Way is part of a growing movement of mostly young evangelical Christians and Catholics who are dedicated to taking the Gospel—not Genesis— literally. The group makes common cause with Catholic Worker houses of hospitality and dozens of other alternative communities that operate below the radar of American Christianity.

It’s something that looks and feels very different from traditional Christianity. This is what Rob Bell calls “Repainting the Christian Faith.”

For thousands of years followers of Jesus, like artists, have understood that we have to keep going, exploring what it means to live in harmony with God and each other. The Christian faith tradition is filled with change and growth and transformation. Jesus took part in this process by calling people to rethink faith and the Bible and hope and love and everything else, and by inviting them into the endless process of working out how to live as God created us to live.

The challenge for Christians then is to live with great passion and conviction, remaining open and flexible, aware that this life is not the last painting.

Get ready, because I’m going to start repainting what I know and do regarding Christianity. But I can’t do it alone. This vision of community kind of requires other people to be involved (you can’t have a community of one!). I have 1 friend who is interested in helping, but she is married and can’t be completely involved. Here’s what I need:

  1. Prayer partners. Without prayer, this vision will never get off the ground.
  2. Physical partners – people who have this same kind of vision and want to see this kind of community take off in Denver, CO.
  3. Professionals who may not want to live in this kind of community, but have the knowledge of how to get a non-profit going and would lend their brains to the cause to get us up and running (I’ve been researching laws and how to incorporate and it just makes my head swim).
  4. A name. I was hoping to use “The Gathering Place” in either Hebrew, Greek, or Latin, but I don’t like the way any of them sound. And there’s already a women’s day shelter in Denver called “The Gathering Place”.
  5. A neglected or abandoned house that we can take over and move into in a neighborhood that will benefit from this type of community.

I’m not asking for much, am I? :) Even if you only have advice, I’ll gladly take that too.

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Don’t Almost Give

I heard about an incredible campaign today.

Don’t Almost Give: Because almost giving is the same as not giving at all.

Give your time. Your old clothes. Your money. There are lots of ways to give.

No Clothes for a Year

It’s BWC time again, and there’s a great article that recalls a year of a woman’s life in which she decided not to buy any new clothes (a la Penny in Blue Like Jazz). Read No Clothes for a Year.

Hispanic Services and Illegal Aliens

Something about my faith (the noun, not the verb) grows everytime I read new articles from the Burnside Writer’s Collective. This time it’s an article about Hispanic services at church. Jeff wrote the article in response to a friend who remarked that churches with Hispanic services support illegal aliens.

Before I proceed, I want to admit that I don’t know much about the politics involved in recent issues of immigration, especially in regards to controlling the influx of Latinos coming through the Mexican border. I know that it is a hot topic, and there are a variety of opinions out there. I don’t profess to know the answer to such political dilemmas, but that’s not what this conversation was about. It was about Hispanic places of worship and the white American Church “catering” to them.

A worship service consists of more than going through familiar motions. A really good worship service involves feeling. The multitude of believers (some more multitudinous than others) gather in one company, in one voice, lifting up the one Lord, Jesus Christ. It can be incredibly moving and inspiring.

Now, the ever-present question is, how do we worship? And the answer is different in every culture. Hispanics worship in a much different style than white Americans do. Africans worship in a manner that is very distinct from the way in which an Asian believer would praise God. It is important to not only allow the freedom of different worship styles in context, but to make sure that we do not impose burdens of style on churches that we plant or support in other cultures. The Holy Spirit is very relevant to different cultures, and there is nothing wrong with following his lead in such relevance.

I bring this up because I believe it is appropriate and befitting to allow Hispanics to gather and worship in a manner that suits their culture and adheres to biblical principles. In contrast, it is most certainly not the will of God for us to force a bunch of Mexicans, Hondurans, and Guatemalans into a dry, lulling service of pasty-white Anglo-Saxons, devoid of tambourines, dancing, and the songs to which they are accustomed merely because we are trying to create good, American Christians.

I love that he immediately points out that it isn’t the politics behind the issue that concern him. The politics of the matter shouldn’t be an issue. What we’re talking about here is how the church treats people.

What a horrid injustice it would be for us to take such a passionate culture with such “undignified” delight towards the Lord and stick them into our biased prototype of what a “good church” looks like. I admit that the fact that I don’t get a bulletin or that someone may randomly call upon me during the Hispanic service is a bit uncomfortable. Yet, it’s what keeps me coming back for more.

I know that I don’t have everything figured out; in fact, I’m quite sure that the American church does not have everything about Jesus figured out (despite what the top-ten best-selling Christian self-help books might claim). And so, I am searching for pieces of Jesus in different cultures, hoping to see a larger picture of the mosaic called the Body of Christ. Let’s drop our facades and prejudices, please; it’s time to start learning from immigrants.

I wish it were as simple as white and Latino worship services. But, there is something deeper at work here, and it makes me ill – racism in the Church. We fear the things we do not know, and that is a large part of why we fear other cultures “not assimilating” into the American way of life. I think that this whole Christianity-becoming-a-worldview fad is overall a good step for the Church. Our faith is very relevant in culture, politics, and daily life. Men like Nehemiah teach us this. Yet, this kind of proactive political forwardness needs to be done in humility, and I’m afraid that we’re falling away from this. Having a biblical worldview does not mean taking your Republican or Democrat ideals and justifying them from a pulpit.

So, my question is not, “Should the Church shun immigrants?” I’m afraid that’s too big of a question and nothing real would result from this little conversation that we’ve been having. For some churches, it wouldn’t even matter; politics have polluted much of the infrastructure of American churches to the point that someone piping up and saying, “That’s not biblical!” makes little difference in the grand scheme. My question is, “Should you, should I, shun immigrants?” Let’s take off our institutional hats and speak from our hearts. What does Jesus tell you to do about it? Not George W. Bush. Not Jerry Falwell. Not even Tony Campolo.

You see, we in America have too many options. Too many choices of cereal. Too many ways to give to various charities. Too many radio stations and TV channels. We are crippled by indecision. How many times have you thought, “I’d really like to sponsor an orphan or missionary, but I don’t know where to give my money”? And what have you done? If you’re like me, probably nothing. You put the checkbook away for another day – you may have even resolved to pray more about it.

If you’re in this group with me, can we just quit with the hypocrisy? Let’s stop hiding behind what our preacher says. Let’s stop hiding behind the safety and security of our Western comfort. Let’s stop hiding behind our limited giving to charitable organizations. Let’s start really doing something about the injustices in the world, in our communities, and in ourselves. Let it begin in our individual hearts, as they break for the other, the least, and the deserted.

Yes! It’s so frustrating for me to hear people parrot their pastors leaders. Perhaps because, for so long, I was a parrot. I spouted off so much crap because it had been spouted off to me. I can remember when a good friend of mine got saved in college – I was thrilled! But then I matter of factly told her she must get a KJV. *sigh* But the truth is, it doesn’t matter what people say. If Jesus says give to the poor and your pastor says you don’t have to give if you really feel like you can’t…who should you listen to? If Jesus says to love your neighbor and your Christian friends tell you to leave the illegal immigrants alone…who should you listen to? If you answered anything other than Jesus, I’d like to see you answer the same way if Jesus asked you.

The Israelites were commanded to welcome the stranger, remembering that they, too, were once strangers in a foreign land. The New Testament calls us to a deeper understanding of who we are in this world – aliens. Jesus sent out his disciples as wanderers and vagrants – truly homeless – as if to point them to acknowledge their true homeland. And we are to entertain visitors in this world, never sure of who may be God’s messengers in disguise.

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Illegal to feed the hungry

It’s very sad when someone is arrested for feeding hungry people, but that’s exactly what happened to Eric Montanez in Orlando, FL (HT: slactivist).

A long-simmering dispute between homeless advocates and Orlando officials intensified Wednesday with the arrest of an activist feeding transients in Lake Eola Park downtown.

Eric Montanez, 21, is the first to be arrested under the city’s controversial ordinance that bars feeding large groups of people in downtown parks without a special permit.

The rule was approved last summer after residents and businesses in Orlando’s gentrifying downtown complained that parks were being used as soup kitchens.

The arrest enraged volunteers, who said it was proof that the city cares little for its neediest residents.

“Police are arresting people for feeding the homeless,” local ACLU President George Crossley said. “This has been a truly disgusting day.”

Calls to Mayor Buddy Dyer and a city spokeswoman were not returned. Police spokeswoman Sgt. Barbara Jones said the arrest was warranted.

“Our job is to enforce the rules,” she said.

Homeless advocates and city officials have butted heads since the passage of the ordinance in July. The law bars groups from feeding more than 25 people without a special permit. Groups may have two permits per year.

The Central Florida ACLU filed suit in Orlando’s U.S. District Court in October arguing the ordinance is unconstitutional. Meanwhile, activists skirted the rule by having several organizations host the weekly Lake Eola meals, and making sure no one group served more than 25 people.

Police kept close tabs, sometimes taking photos and ticketing volunteers’ cars.

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Undercover officers filmed the food line, meticulously counting Montanez serving “30 unidentified persons food from a large pot utilizing a ladle,” according to an arrest affidavit.

Police approached Montanez and asked for his identification. They considered issuing him a summons on the misdemeanor count, but when he tossed his ID, police took him into custody, the affidavit says.

Jonathan Giralt, 16, a Boone High School junior who was near Montanez, disagreed with the police account. He and other volunteers said the activist showed his ID and complied with police orders.

“I was like, OK, this guy [Montanez] is going to be arrested for absolutely nothing,” Jonathan said. “It makes me feel unsafe.”

Police also collected a vial of stew as evidence.

Montanez remained in the Orange County Jail late Wednesday with bail set at $250.

How can these cops sleep at night? I know that cities have soup kitchens and shelters, but the unfortunate truth is that it isn’t enough. I live in Denver, and our Rescue Mission sleeps about 800 people a night–but not all of those are what most would consider “homeless” because more than half of them are either residents of our long term program or families living in transitional housing. We only have about 200 beds for actual shelter. And the Denver metro area has around 10,000 homeless people in it. Helping only 2% of the homeless population is a great great thing…but it’s only 2%. There are a lot more folks out there who need help, and there are people out there, like Eric Montanez, who are willing to give it. And the local governments are trying to take that away.

Their solution? Send them to the shelters. If all the homeless who were fed on the streets of Denver showed up at the Rescue Mission shelter, they would either be turned away because there was no room or the fire marshall would shut the place down for having too many people. It’s a lose-lose solution.

Slacktivist gave a great protest idea:

I’d suggest it’s time for some of Orlando’s Christian churches to begin celebrating the Lord’s Supper in Lake Eola Park, preferably in groups of larger than 25.

I wholeheartedly support that idea, and I hope that some churches in Orlando will step up.

Easter Footwashing

This year, the Denver Rescue Mission tried something new during the annual Easter celebration–washing feet! There were also doctors on hand to offer foot advice and remove callouses and such. New socks and shoes were distributed. It was a great success.

 Watch the slideshow!

Rudy’s off my list

For me, Rudy Guiliani was a front-funner for the Republican nod for the 2008 elections.

Then I saw this.

“There must be public funding for abortions for poor women. We cannot deny any woman the right to make her own decision about abortion because she lacks resources.”

You’ve gotta be kidding me.

First off, no woman is denied the right to make her own decision about abortion. There are resources out there. Privately funded resources. Planned Parenthood ring a bell? If anything, women are encouraged to abort babies in this country.

Secondly, we can and should deny women rights that they shouldn’t have! We don’t, of course. But we should.

That being said, I honestly don’t think making abortion* illegal is the solution. Women would still find a way, and that would put even more lives in danger. I don’t know what the solution is. Education, definitely. More affordable/free birth control. I don’t know.

What I do know is that, almost across the board, abortion views are a deal breaker for me when it comes to electing officials.

*I am not referring to late-term or partial birth abortions here. Those unequivocally should be illegal, across the board, no matter the circumstance.

Motive of Serving

The other article in the Burnside Writer’s Collective that pierced me today looks at the motives behind serving. It contrasts true service with self-righteous service.

Self-righteous service is impressed with the “big deal”, whereas true service makes no distinction between the large and the small. Be indiscriminate in your choice, knowing that God often considers the small task most important.

Self-righteous service is concerned with results, whereas true service is free of the need to calculate them. Do not let your expectations guide your service, and do not be disappointed if your service effects no external change.

Self-righteous service is affected by moods and whims, whereas true service ministers on the basis of need. Do not let your feelings, which ebb and flow determine your actions: but rather, let the service discipline your feelings.

Self-righteous service is temporary, whereas the true service is ongoing. Compassion is a way of life that spontaneously meets human need, not merely an occasional helping hand.

An Honest Handshake

Every month there seems to be at least one article by the Burnside Writer’s Collective that really causes me to take a deep look at myself and realize that I always fall short. This month, one of them is an article called An Honest Handshake.

I saw myself reflected in this article.

It’s about an encounter with a homeless man on a train. While he was on the train, everyone was visibly uncomfortable. Eventually, someone reported him to security and he was removed from the train for causing a disturbance.

The doors closed, we pulled away, and everyone relaxed. I regret to include myself in that everyone. I spent the rest of my trip thinking about those two moments, the moment of tension and the moment of release, that we had all experienced together. What was it that was being disturbed by My Friend? I decided, as I looked around the train, that it was our middle-class status quo, the purposeful delusions of suburbia. We all had money, food, family, friends, luxuries, and plenty of reasons to wish away all the unpleasant bits of life. My Friend had disturbed our comfortable slumber, and we wanted him gone. We called security and asked them to fix the crack we had noticed in our veneer, and we weren’t pleased until they had. I was so ashamed of myself.

There have been countless times where I’ve stopped at a traffic light next to a homeless man on the corner, and I do everything in my power not to look, not to make eye contact, not to see. In the words of a Natalie Grant song, I have shut my eyes just so I could stay blind.

And I’m ashamed of it.

God’s been working on me though. After watching that video I posted last week of Shane speaking, my roommate and I immediately decided to start volunteering at our soup kitchen (we both work at a Rescue Mission, though in admin so we don’t often come into contact with those this organization serves). I don’t say that to boast about what we’re doing. I’m fully aware that it isn’t enough. I only want to document that we’re trying to overcome our complacency. We’re trying to open our eyes and see what God sees.

Something Shane said in his video…Jesus never talked to a prostitute. Jesus never talked to a prostitute because he didn’t see a prostitute. He saw a person. A child. A human being. It’s the same thing with the homeless and the less fortunate among us.

Social Justice and Christianity

I mentioned earlier how I felt like a failure because I didn’t show up to the GNC. I’ve been reflecting further on how social justice fits into Christianity. Am I just lazy? Is that why I didn’t go? Or is it bigger than that? I think it’s bigger than that.

In America, we, as a nation, take so much for granted. We have certain liberties and rights that we have grown accustomed to. When we don’t get them, we complain. The irony is that we have the right to complain.

As a Christian in America, I have so much more to take for granted. I have the freedom of religion. I have the freedom to meet with my small group without fearing for my life. I have the freedom to tell people about my faith. These are freedoms that other countries don’t have. These are freedoms that I don’t even think about most of the time. Like air, they are just there all the time.

The verse that keeps springing to my mind is Luke 12:48, “For everyone to whom much is given, from him much will be required; and to whom much has been committed, of him they will ask the more” (NKJV).

I praise God for the freedoms that He has allowed us to have. And I thank Him for not punishing us for the way we use them. I don’t want to speak for all Christians, but when I hear the phrase “social justice,” I always think of the hippy free-spirited type of person who is always protesting something.  But in reality, we all have the job of achieving social justice in the world–so much more so if we are Christian.

As Christians, we are to show God’s love to the world. Not just to our best friend or next door neighbor. If we sit and ignore the atrocities going on in the rest of the world, then we are no better than the monsters who are causing them. I think this quote, spoken by a Kansas Senator about the war in Uganda, can apply to any situation in the world that we close our eyes to in order to stay blind:

“If you had known about the holocaust, would you have done anything to stop it? You have access and the ability to do things to help people. And if you don’t do it somebody’s gonna die. If these guys don’t do this, more people are going to die. Literally. They’re going to die. Because there’s no voice, it’s not heard, it’s not seen, it’s invisible. They’re invisible children, and they’re gonna die. Because we didn’t do something.”

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