Freedom and Fraternity

Thereโ€™s a lot in this section of Fratelli Tutti that should make us squirm in America. In #103, Pope Francis reminds us that freedom and equality are insufficient without dedication to concrete love of neighbor. Without making a political (he does use that word) priority of taking care of each other, liberty is nothing more than โ€œliving as we will, completely free to choose to whom or what we will belong, or simply to possess or exploit.โ€ Liberty, as God intends it, is directed toward the welfare of the other.

And then, of course, thereโ€™s the excerpt above. What follows it is a reminder that efficiency is often at odds with the common good.

In recent years, Iโ€™ve become deeply convicted about the fundamental flaw in the whole idea of โ€œpulling yourself up by your bootstraps.โ€ #109 addresses this. Plenty of us donโ€™t, in fact, need help from a โ€œproactive state,โ€ because weโ€™ve been born into functional educational systems and families that can get us to the doctor.

We all stand on the backs of our parents, grandparents, teachers and communities. Within our communities, we support each other; this is good. It WORKS. I certainly didnโ€™t need any of those COVID stimulus checks, and how to use them in a way that best served the common good was a matter of no small debate in our household.

But itโ€™s a mistake, and I would argue, contrary to Christian discipleship, to assume that simply because many of us donโ€™t have need for a proactive state means nobody does. Look at the injustices and inequalities that litter Americaโ€™s history:

These are just a few structural realities whose consequences have rippled down through history. If we stand on the shoulders of those who came before us, then some among us are fighting a way, way bigger battle than others.

These are hard realities to accept in a time of such profound division. But the Cross IS hard, and the Holy Spirit gave us a shepherd at this time whoโ€™s calling us to confront the things that make us uncomfortable.

God is Not A Trained Monkey

Another post from my personal archives today…. (Lectionary reference dates from 2014)


Two vignettes:

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One: A priest I know once talked about throwing open the Bible and taking whatever your eye (or finger) lands on first as a sign from God. He called it Bible abuse. A provocative statement, given that probably every one of us has done that at some point.

Two: Long ago I read about a person who invited a couple of missionaries over for dinner. They would not eat from the dishes being passed around the table until they had prayed over each one and received Heavenly โ€œclearanceโ€ to proceed. At first, the author was offended. Then he decided this was a sign of their total dependence on God to tell them what was and was not safe.

To me, these two examples illuminate how easy it is to twist faith and try to turn God into a trained monkey that performs on command. Weโ€™ve been trained, by a fascination with larger-than-life stories of faith, to expect big and dramatic communications from Godโ€“and to esteem blind, uninformed faith in defiance of reason.

And I realized that fascination with these kind of stories encourage the mindset that fed my struggles with anxiety in the first place.

There are certain catch phrases in religious conversation: Godโ€™s will and radical faith, for instance. In my brain, over the course of years, that twisted into: if you arenโ€™t willing to leap off a proverbial high bridge, trusting God to catch you, your faith is not good enough. Never mind what you know about gravity. Having faith means being willing to do what doesnโ€™t make sense to you, because Godโ€™s way is not your way.

Itโ€™s that whole billboard thing again: the expectation that God is going to arrange a message so clear, so obviously aimed right at you, that you canโ€™t possibly mistake His meaning.

God certainly can and sometimes does work that way, but if you expect all divine communication to consist of a โ€œbillboard,โ€ youโ€™re going to spend most of your life thinking God has nothing to say at all.

In this weekendโ€™s readings, both Elijah and Jesus went looking for God in solitude. In quiet, in the absence of stimulation and demands on their attention. In extended stillness.

Hearing the voice of God is a skill that takes practice, and if you neglect that practice even briefly, you start to lose it. If I say that modern life is not conducive to hearing God, it sounds so trite as to render the words useless, but that doesnโ€™t make them any less true. How many people fill every waking moment with noiseโ€“and sleeping moments, too, for that matter? The radio has to be on in the car, exercise must be accessorized by ear buds, and white noise generators are supposed to facilitate sleep.

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Thereโ€™s a reason people throughout history have gone on silent retreats and even lived as hermits. Itโ€™s silence where you learn to recognize Godโ€™s tiny whispering sound in the midst of the earthquakes and thunderstorms that make up life. Itโ€™s in the emptiness that the puzzle pieces begin to click. And itโ€™s when you start to be comfortable in the void that you start to realize itโ€™s not a void at all, but a wonderful sense of peace, and the beginning of a new way to know God.

I do believe there are times when God speaks in a thunderclap or a burning bushโ€“proverbial or otherwise. The vast majority of the time, though, Godโ€™s voice speaks from within, through the utterly ordinary stuff of life. But you only recognize it if youโ€™ve invested the time to listen to the silence that makes the connection in the first place.

The Word in the World

This seems like a throwaway, but so much of recent history has revolved around the need for Christians to recognize how our faith interacts with the real world–what does it mean to live Christian faith in a world where misinformation is so rampant? Where social media rules, and encourages us to be our worst selves? What does it mean to live the Gospel when we face problems of lack of respect for human dignity–from abortion through inequality of education and opportunity leading to poverty, homelessness? How does the Gospel call interact with questions of tax code and societal responsibility? With policies around immigration and race?

It’s easy to get complacent about one’s faith if that faith is totally disconnected from the real world–or if one issue overshadows all others. But Romero, in the part that lives in those ellipses, says when the Gospel is taken out of the context of the real world, it ceases to become the word of God at all.

These are the questions I wrestle–knowing always that when I get self-righteous, I’m part of the same problem.