Wrath Reconsidered, by Jason Micheli

Wrath Reconsidered – Amos 7

I’m sure you’ll know what I mean when I say that being a pastor is a lot like having a family member who is constantly in the tabloids.

I mean: here I am with this public relationship with someone who routinely shocks and outrages a reliable percentage of the population. While I can only guess what kinds of questions relatives of Lindsay Lohan and Tiger Woods are forced to answer, I do know the feeding-frenzy kinds of questions I consistently have to suffer thanks to my relationship with a different sort of celebrity.

Example:

This week I found myself in a conversation with a Unitarian Universalist clergywoman  named Janice. Interrogation might better describe our exchange. Her every question to me was like the glare and flash of a paparazzi’s camera.

For those who might not know- Unitarianism began a few hundred years ago during the Enlightenment. As such, it was very much a reflection of its time. The Unitarian movement sought to strip traditional Christianity of its primitive, out-dated and superstitious trappings.

In many ways, Unitarianism is like Christianity but with less vocabulary for you to memorize since words like Trinity and incarnation and atonement and resurrection have all been cast to the wayside.

Janice has long, unnaturally black hair. She was wearing a hippie-sort of linen dress, had tattooed clover wrapped around her arm and, appropriate to her enlightened tradition, she was wearing not one but at least five different religious symbols on her hemp necklace.

She had a notepad on her lap which she wrote in whenever I spoke, as if she were the therapist and I was the delusional, misguided patient. She even kept referring to me as a ‘pre-enlightened’ Christian.

Now I’m sure you all know someone in your family or in your neighborhood who is a Unitarian and I’m sure they’re wonderful people. And I know there’s a Unitarian Church just down the road from us, and I’m sure that it’s filled with wonderful people. So the last thing I want to do is offend anyone when I tell you that I just wanted to slap Janice.

We were sitting around a coffee table: Janice and me and three other clergy from varying denominations. I was the last one to show so I got stuck sitting in a low, awkward butterfly chair with everyone else towering over me. And obviously given my height I’m sensitive to such things.

The chair was narrow across too; it kept me from being able to cross my legs or move my arms and only increased my sense of being trapped and on trial.

Because our meeting had no clear ending, the conversation unraveled quickly with Janice electing herself grand inquisitor. So with me trapped in my butterfly chair, like a reporter from the Enquirer Janice fired question after question at me:

Do you still believe in the Resurrection?
Surely you don’t still believe in Jesus’ miracles do you?
You don’t seriously think Jesus was God-in-the-flesh?
And the virgin birth…don’t tell me you…?
With her every question and my every yes she grew more incredulous.
How do you still hold to a pre-enlightened faith, she pressed, given everything we now know about the universe?

As if to teach me a thing or two about the universe, Janice’s next round of questions proved that she could make time stand still.
She kept me on the defensive, wanting me to explain every inconsistency and every troubling passage in scripture, every wicked thing ever done in Christ’s name, every theological claim we make in here that can’t be proven empirically. And the whole time she kept writing in her notebook!

Towards the end of the interrogation, Janice looked up from her pen and paper and she took a sort of cleansing breath and sighed, and, adopting a good-cop tone of voice,  she said: I just don’t see how anyone can reconcile the God of the Old Testament with the God of the New.

I kept my mouth shut. By that point I knew exactly what I wanted to tell her but it wasn’t of a theological nature. Besides, I was afraid I might need her help to get out of the butterfly chair. So I didn’t say anything.

Then she looked at me and she said: Okay, you tell me. When you read the Old Testament what sort of God do you see?

As much as I wanted to slap her and throw her through the window, the truth is on some days, with certain passages of scripture, it’s a good question.

It’s a good question today because when you read through the Book of Amos you might end up with an answer that troubles you. You might decide that what you see in this book is a God who is incongruent with the God you know in your heart. You might conclude that the God who speaks a Word to Amos can’t be the same One who said to the Father ‘Forgive them for they know not what they do.‘

What do you see? It’s a good question.

God asks Amos that same question in today’s text. And in that moment, what Amos sees is how Israel doesn’t measure up, doesn’t make the grade, doesn’t meet God’s expectations. But a ‘plumb line‘ is not the only thing Amos has seen in these seven chapters.
Amos is a prophet, which means ‘seer.‘ Prophets see what will come to pass.

And God has given Amos a lot to see.

Amos has seen God sending locusts to devour Israel’s crops. Amos has seen God ordering a shower of fire to eat up the land. He’s seen God’s anger roaring like a lion. He’s seen God shipping the Israel off into exile. He’s seen God made nauseous by the worship of his People.

And in today’s text he sees God vowing never again to pass Israel by, in other words, never again to forgive.

What do you see?

The hard fact is that in the Book of Amos God threatens to kill and destroy, God promises to send fire and pestilence and famine.
The hard fact is that in the Book of Amos there are 28 different verbs to describe God destroying what he’s created.
The hard fact is that even when you come to the end of the Book of Amos there is no word of hope. There is no good news. That wherever God’s mercy is mentioned it’s done so in the past tense because God’s mercy is all dried up, his patience has run out. God’s no longer willing to wait for us to change.
There’s a lot to SEE in Amos.
But I wonder- is that all there is to see?

I spent time not long ago in Cambodia, visiting with our mission partners there. I think it must be because of the language barrier I experienced there but most of my memories from Cambodia are visual. Most of my memories are of  what I saw.

And so I don’t recall many conversations I had there. I don’t remember much of what I or anyone else said, but I do remember seeing.
I remember seeing:

Young men fishing for food in a thickly polluted pond.

Toddlers playing tag barefoot in an alley strewn with broken glass while others their age  cried for breakfast.

School children walking home from school and disappearing into the smoke and smog of a garbage dump- because that’s where home was for them.

I remember seeing.

An old woman- a Sunday School teacher- sitting in a dark, hot corner of a decrepit old apartment building.

The hands that reached out for bread as I served the Eucharist- rough hands, broken and worn-down hands, wrinkled hands, dirty hands.

Teenage girls praying frantically and loudly and with tears on their cheeks, leaving no mystery about how hard their lives were.

Shanty towns filled with the poor and the forgotten, displaced from their homes in the city to make room for ‘progress.’

What sticks with me is what I saw.
And I’d like to be able to tell you that my reaction to seeing all of that was a sense of fulfillment that despite all of the challenges there this church is doing so much to help. I’d like to be able to tell you that my reaction to seeing all of that was one of humility- humility that the people I met there had such faith and joy despite having nothing.

And even though those things are all true; they’re not what I felt upon seeing everything I saw.
No, what I felt first, what seeing made me feel:
Anger and Indignation – that so many could be forgotten and so many others refuse to see them.

Impatience and Exasperation – that things are still so far from what God intends and so many assume there’s no other alternative.

I wanted to Judge…someone… anyone.

When you read the Old Testament, what sort of God do you see? Janice asked me.

I knew what she was getting at.
I knew she was hoping to checkmate me into seeing that the God of the Old Testament is angry and vindictive and impatient, that He frequently threatens to punish and to destroy and to call off creation completely and start over, that this God bears little resemblance to the One who, while we were yet sinners, died for us.

And the truth is-
If that’s what you’re looking for, then there’s plenty of examples to find. In the Book of Amos especially.
But if you read through scripture and see only an angry, arbitrary God, then you’re not seeing all there is to see.

We think of prophets as future-predictors, as fortune-tellers. We think of prophets as people that God empowers to see what God will one day do. And so Amos sees plagues of locusts and famines and showers of fire and punishment and destruction.
But as much as that, prophets are people empowered by God to see the present, to see what God sees right now, to see how things are today, to see the things we refuse and choose not to see.

And so when you read through scripture, when you read through the Old Testament, when you read through the Book of Amos you don’t see a God who is arbitrary or petulant or vindictive. You instead see a God who is righteously angry.

Angry over the way his people use violence on one another.

Angry because they value silver and gold more than each other.

Indignant for how they obey convention over covenant and for how they’re more faithful to the propriety of their worship than to the message of their scripture.

What you see is a God who is angry because His People refuse to see the poor, refuse to lift up the weak, refuse to remember the forgotten.

When you read the Old Testament, what sort of God do you see? Janice asked.

And I didn’t take the bait. I didn’t say anything.
After a moment or two she closed her notebook and, sounding disappointed, she said to everyone around the table: ‘Well, I don’t see how a loving God could ever be angry.’

And struggling to get out of the butterfly chair, I replied: ‘I don’t see how he couldn’t be.’

Jason Micheli
www.tamedcynic.org

About Scot McKnight

Scot McKnight is a recognized authority on the New Testament, early Christianity, and the historical Jesus. McKnight, author of more than forty books, is the Professor of New Testament at Northern Seminary in Lombard, IL.

  • http://www.marcalanschelske.com Marc Alan Schelske

    I’ve been spending a lot of time studying emotion and their connection to faith. I think you’re right on. Anger is the emotion we feel when (in our view) something we love has been violated. It also serves to motivate us to action. So, I agree. If God is loving, Then Gods wrath is an expression of his love.

    We don’t like this because most of us only have experience with unhealthy anger. It’s hard to imagine someone who is angry and not a bully or not violent or not threatening. But that’s not about anger. That’s about pride and sin. (Which aren’t a problem for God.)

  • Justin

    Accepting the reality of one’s sin is the major stumbling block. Liberal Christians and universalists don’t do this. Evangelicals do a better job at affirming their sin nature, but their deeds don’t always show that they take this to heart. Their righteousness is not filthy rags, at least to them. So they become modern Pharisees.

    Pride. I believe that most of the evil that people have done has been out of pride. People feel that they are good, that they are on the side of morality and goodness, and this empowers them to make a revolution that changes the world, no matter the cost.

    But once you have accepted one’s sin nature there is relatively little that is troubling about God’s wrath. As J. Vernon McGee once pointed out, God didn’t have to promise us a savior. He could destroyed the world and sent us all to hell and the angels would have sung “Holy, Holy, Holy.”

    There are some things about the OT that do trouble me. God hardening Pharaoh’s heart, the fact that sometimes judgements are visited on multiple generations but other times only on the individual, killing the Canaanite children. But I no longer expect answers to all of my questions, and I get the basic point – that we have fully earned God’s wrath through our wickedness. I don’t see a difference between the OT God and the NT God. Genesis 15 points to Christ.

  • http://www.theupsidedownworld.com Rebecca Trotter

    In struggling to love fully, a verse which has actually been comforting to me is from 1 Corinthians 13 where is says that “love is slow to anger”. Which means that love does have room for anger. Unfortunately, I think that a lot of people in our very priviledged society would like to skip right past the things which need fixing to the part where we are all reconciled with God. Or are content to wait for Jesus to come back and clear out all the riffraff. As if that would do any good so long as our hearts are still in the sort of condition which can tolerate the suffering we put each other through.

  • Phil Miller

    I was listening to the Free Flying Soul album from the band The Choir this morning, and one line from their song “If You’re Listening” reminded me of this article.

    Follow all seven stripes across my eyes.
    Am I young or old?
    It is reward enough to survive.
    Men less fortunate have been skinned alive.
    I’d rather be forgiven than enlightened.
    Grace is a gift even more refined than magic dust.
    Mercy a quality more divine than trust.
    If you’re listening to me now.

    It’s interesting that accepting grace requires us to back away from our attempts at manipulating God.


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