Lines at Easter

I am an amateur poet. Well, more precisely I scribble on paper and end up throwing it next to my bed in my ever growing pile of papers, or if it’s lucky it ends up in a binder. Whatever that is called, that is what I do. The majority of my poetry focuses on nature, philosophy or love. However, I have long desired to write a poem that would reflect the inner emotions I feel toward God. Unfortunately, any time I have attempted this in the past, it ended up sounding cliché. You know how it is – in your deepest moments when you want to express your feelings about God you are left almost mute. Even the most accomplished of wordsmiths are left to their childish babbling.

During Holy Week, the lord had pity upon me and not only brought me out of my year-long writing drought, but allowed me to worship in the process. Therefore, I dedicate this poem to the Triune God to whom I humbly serve, as well as to the people of God to whom help sustain my faith.

Enjoy!

 

Lines at Easter

1.

I say, let the night come!

Let the cold moon cower behind its borrowed brightness -

Let its heart be broken

Through its raging loneliness,

Which only the human soul has known.

 

Let it walk the sky all night,

Like a lonely walk down an empty street,

Let it know the burden of wounded feet.

 

2.

I say, let the night come!

Let the stars shiver like scared children

Under a shroud of cloud cover;

Let each one suffer

Their own lonely pain.

 

Let each one hurl themselves from the heavens,

Like the rejected stars they are;

And let them contain the same generous scars

They leave upon the land.

 

3.

I say, let the night come!

Let the thunder crash and the rain pour heavy upon the land

Let the flood of tears flowing from the sky

Be like the same flood, which holds my grieving eyes.

 

Postscript

Let not a single drop of man fall.

 

As the ephemeral night begins creeping,

And the pale moon loses its light.

The night begins it’s weeping,

And the morning embers spread across the widening sky.

I am reminded when the light breaches the horizon,

That no matter how long the night is,

The sun still rises.

 

~ Eric English

 

 

* Please note: you are free to use this poem as you wish for your own personal and public worship. I only ask that you credit the author.

 

For those who know: a modern parable

It may have occurred to you as strange my friend when the ravenous vultures began to circle and their constant heckle seemed to contradict their once ominous cry. Even then they cried with the same retched tone, without ever saying anything of substance, which could have provided an explanation for their dogma. I suppose if our great teacher had figured it all out as theirs did, we all would be one big happy family. However, when our teacher came he created instability through his nonsensical ramblings, which resulted in our estrangement.

I once circled overhead as they do now staring at the ground from above. But then I found the ground. And when I landed I knew how to walk only because I had been instructed on the practical applications of walking – even when it made no sense as a vulture. I have been walking for several years now and have felt anguish for those who still fly around only one day hoping to walk. However, I must confess my apathy has turned to disdain as those who continue to circle around us have become more violent in tone.

I recall when I began learning the basic steps how absurd it felt. In fact, I completely revolted. But, my teacher was full of grace and allowed me to make many mistakes along the way. He led me through the dense forest of certainty toward the open plains of uncertainty where I had the freedom to fly or walk. When I attempted to speak to my fellow vultures about what I had been learning they warned me of the danger. I inquired into how they knew of this supposed danger? They responded with the sort of arrogance vultures are known for – certainty. I inquired further, as those uncertain are accustomed to doing, and asked whether or not this sort of questioning is valuable for creating a more robust existence? They looked at me with the sort of look a mother vulture shows her child for asking a cute yet ignorant question. I still wonder to this day how they were able to “just know”. Apparently, they were wrong, for it is now that I can not only fly, but walk if I choose, but in either I have experienced the joy of both.

I left the family of vulture’s years ago now, but I can still hear their voices in the quiet moments and see them circle overhead in my dreams. I can only pray that one day they will understand this: it is never about either this, or that, but instead, it is always about the possibility of another.

Loving Jesus, Hating Religion: A Well-Meaning False Dichotomy

The last two weeks has seen a new viral sensation take over our computer screens. A spoken word artist named Jefferson Bethke, who goes by the handle “Bball1989,” released a video on Youtube that has, in less than two weeks, received more than fifteen million hits called “Why I Hate Religion, But Love Jesus.” So regardless of what any of us personally thinks about what he’s saying, it’s incumbent on us to listen up.

For starters, there’s some really good stuff in his message. He deconstructs the idea that those within the church have it all together, or that one should already understand what it is they believe before crossing the threshold. On the contrary, he rightly asserts that the church should be more like a “hospital for brokenness.”

He also drives a necessary wedge between faith and politics, critiquing the tendency of the evangelical right to claim that the words “Christian” and “Republican” are synonymous. Though this is more prevalent that it is for liberal Christians, I’d argue it’s worth noting that fundamentalism, whatever its stripe, is damaging and has no place drawing partisan lines around faith.

This is a young man who has obviously worked through a lot of tough times to get to where he is. He admits to struggling in the past with sex addiction, and decries the church’s tendency to gloss over such problems, not dealing with the core issues that can tear a life or family apart. But he is where he starts to make some problematic points. And there are several.

Yes, some churches do avoid talking about sex all together, or if they do, they take the Ed Young approach, telling married folks to have sex more and everything will be fine. As for the rest of you, well, pray for celibacy I guess.

He also claims that Jesus hated the church, and actually came to destroy religion, once and for all. I can certainly see where he would draw such conclusions, especially when Jesus quotes prophecies about the destruction of central Jewish temples, but I think he’s over-generalizing here. Though much of Jesus’ ministry was out in the streets and in homes, he hardly avoided the church. When there, he was prone to stirring things up, no doubt, but he was considered – and even called – a rabbi by many of his followers.

The video’s message also points out some necessary problems within organized religion, but as in other cases, he paints with a dangerously broad brush. Yes, some churches are doing more harm than good. Yes, some parts of religion are more about propping up doctrine or sustaining an institution than they are about living out the gospel in the world. But there also are millions of Christians who identify with one faith community or another (or even more than one) who are striving breathlessly to help invoke the kind of world Jesus claimed was possible.

To offer such plenary indictments is to become – to paraphrase Paul – the very thing that he claims to hate.

I could go on in this regard, picking the poem apart, but you get the idea. This is a voice of post-evangelicalism, longing for a foothold with his faith beyond the trappings of a religious system that clearly he feels added to the problem rather than guiding him to liberation. I totally get that. Millions of us have been there.

But some of us choose to keep working from within the system to try and make it more like what we believe it can and should be. Yes, I resonate with the anti-institutional sentiment, as do millions of my peers. Few of us feel we owe the institutions much of anything. But in them some of us do still see some potential for them to be repurposed, reoriented so that they may once again serve the people, rather than the other way around.

It’s well and good that he’s making claims from the outside, but when he says he’s not here to judge, that’s simply disingenuous. Also, he begins to hedge even these bold claims by saying he still loves the Church, while hating religion. There are even other videos online of him “preaching” in church. So if we’re going to cast stones, let’s decide which side of the wall we’re aiming for.

But all of this doesn’t get at the heart of my biggest issue with his spoken word piece. What bothers me the most is that, despite stretching out toward a post-religious understanding of Christ, he then falls right back into the same old lexicon of substitutionary atonement language. You know the drill: Jesus died for your sins, the blood flowed down, he absorbed your transgressions, and so on.

So my questions is this: though he seems to be bent on tearing at the fabric of at least the evangelical Christian church, if not organized religion as a whole, why does his central message sound pretty much like every evangelical altar call I’ve ever heard?

And believe me, I’ve heard a lot of them.

Props to the guy for examining his faith, and for not taking the Church’s word for how to be of what to think. But if we’re going to ascribe to Buenaventura Durruti’s claim that the only kind of church that illuminates is a burning one, let’s not shove all the old dogma in our jackets for safe keeping as we rush out the back door.

Is God Coming? An Advent Poem

Is God coming? God is here!
Can’t you see him all around you?
From the first light of creation,
To the moment that he found you.

We’re not abandoned or left comfortless.
But Scripture reveals a pattern that we’ve missed.
His comings aren’t limited two, the bridegroom hasn’t been “delayed”.
Comings run through Scripture like a thread, our perception needs to be remade.

Not all comings were in his body, to be seen and touched and heard,
He was in the Burning Bush and Firey Furnace, as much as at his Birth.
He was the “rock” that Moses struck, yes his “goings forth have been from of old,”
Many even see him in the Angel of the Lord.

A resurrected Jesus came to disciples in the Upper Room,
He met the couple on Emmaus and turned them from their gloom.
Then he left so he could empower us and send,
His Spirit down at Pentecost to fill us from within.

But the comings kept on coming. And then He came again.

He appeared to Stephen, looking down from the Father’s side,
He came to Paul on Damascus road – so swift it made him blind.
He spoke the law out of Peter and said God’s people would eat freely.
He came to John on Patmos Isle saying – ten times! – a coming “SOON” he’d see.

And the Glorious Coming of the Lord?
Happened – just as sure as Jesus gave his word.
At the Consummation of the Ages, and in his Father’s style,
He completed our atonement and ‘came again’ a priestly ‘second time’.

The Temple fell, the harvest was reaped. God’s people birthed anew.
The germinated seed sprung forth, and shed its shell of doom.
With law fulfilled and passed away, One new humanity from two,
The breath of life restored at last! Hades and death are through.

We are Kingdom of eternal light, where there’s no more dividing ‘sea’.
We are ‘new heaven and new earth’, from deathly curse now free.
New creation – are we not? The night of Old Covenant chased away,
The Sun of Righteousness shines forth in us – a New eternal Day.

Is God coming? Yes continually – Maranatha! – can’t you see?
What need is there to see a body that would end our history?
How fine a thing to trust he came, making us complete,
So now, “Behold, the presence of our God lives with humanity!”