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Wednesday, 27 January 2010 20:17 |
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by Elle Pyke
I often think I would be a fabulous first century Jew.
Oh, I am sure I would have missed the Messiah, and likley thought the disciples had lost some marbles, but oh, would I have been a great Jew. I think I would have welcomed the rules of Juadism, the Torah and the Talmud, so I had an answer for every scenrio, and a law to ensure I followed them. I have a slight addiction to rules, regulations and routines and though I work to rid myself of them, rules often rear their ugly head and I smile sweetly embracing them with loving and comfortable arms. When it comes to the idea of Kingdom Economy, I wish I had a nice long scroll to spell out my next steps and ensure I was doing the right thing.
See, the ugly rules again.
Perhaps my Jewish brothers and sisters don't see their faith as simple as I have presented it and I by no stretch of the imagination mean to offend their rich and textured faith. As a Christ-follower, believing the Messiah has come, I find myself in the realm of grace instead of law and often I find that grace confusing.
I wish someone would just tell me what to buy. Give me some rules, give me some guidelines and let me know when I have stepped out too far. Tell me what car to buy, where to shop, and how much to spend on concerts. And of course, my fallen nature would love the list, so not only could I judge myself, but then I could judge others.
Do you ever feel that way, or am I alone?
I want to bask in the glory of grace and the freedom that Christ gives, but when it comes to money and my relationship to it, I wish I had some more guidelines. My spirit resonates with those who live in community, surviving with very little possessions and engaging the lower income communities they usually live in. My spirit also resonates with those who have children and families and own modest homes, but intentionally live on less to enjoy radical generosity. There is something so enticing about a community of faith that loves the orphan and the widow, that doesn't just serve the poor, but the poor are among them and are family.
But how those beautiful expressions of faith effect my life when I am at the checkout, sometimes gets lost in translation.
Perhaps that is the whole point of journeying with Christ and working out our faith with fear and trembling. Perhaps it is walking the fine balance of living in this world, but not being of it and walking the counter cultural way of Christ in our cities and towns. Perhaps not having all the answers facilitates conferences like this upcoming one, causing us to meet together to ignite imagination and creativity in searching how we might reorient our finances to really serve the Kingdom of Christ and not just pay it lip service.
I don't suspect I will get that scroll of "Kingdom Economy" rules anytime soon, but perhaps I should be more concerned with the scroll of grace that is being written on my heart and the beauty of the journey with Christ as He walks with me in and out of bank account. I don't always like surprises, but maybe Jesus asks us to work out our relationship to his Kingdom economy because He is looking to bring about a surprising result, with more beauty and truth then rules could ever create.
So as I hang in the balance, between my want for those ugly rules and my attraction to radical grace, I do what I can to be faithful to what I know. And as always, hoping that next time the rules come knocking, I don't answer the door.
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Tuesday, 26 January 2010 06:09 |
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by Darryl Dash
I got up yesterday ready to speak about God’s upside-down economy. “Sitting down, Jesus called the Twelve and said, ‘Anyone who wants to be first must be the very last, and the servant of all’” (Mark 9:35). Mind-blowing stuff.
But before heading out, I checked Google Reader. I read about the top religion blogs according to Technorati (http://technorati.com/blogs/directory/living/religion/) and began thinking about how nice it would be to make the top ten.
Later on I heard somebody pray for the staff of the church. “Especially,” he said... I waited to hear my name. “...for Jonathan.” Why not me? I thought. I quickly pushed the thought aside, but I have to admit being glad when he finally got around to me.
It doesn’t take a genius to see the irony. I was about to speak about the first becoming last, servants of all. This is how things work in God’s economy. Jesus himself modeled this. If anybody had a right to be number one, it was Jesus. But he took the path of obscurity and service, a path that lead him directly to his own death.
He even used an infant as an object lesson. Back then, infants weren’t seen as all cute and full of potential. They were seen as resource hogs who consumed and demanded much and gave nothing in return. They weren’t even considered full persons. They were dependent, vulnerable, and unlearned, and had no status or rights. Jesus said, “Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me.” In other words, whoever welcomes those who are seen as disposable and of no value are living according to God’s economy. We know we get it when we welcome those that everyone else rejects, those who can suck our time and resources and give nothing in return.
I was about to speak about all of this, but I didn’t get it. Not really. I understand the kingdom economy, but I still find myself as baffled as the disciples were.
I’m flunking kingdom economics. It’s especially embarrassing because I pass myself off as one of the teachers.
I’m flunking, but I refuse to drop out. I’m still hoping that I will one day I’ll get it. I take comfort from the fact that the disciples seemed to get it eventually. Maybe one day the world’s economy will seem upside-down, and the kingdom economy will make much more sense.
I’m a pretty poor learner. Good thing that Jesus is a good teacher.
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Wednesday, 20 January 2010 15:30 |
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by Joe Manafo
I’ve been tempted on more than one occasion to ‘key’ someone’s car. With house key firmly pressed between thumb and index finger, I’ve been more than ready to drag it deeply starting from the front fender, across the doors and ending at the taillight. I’m making a statement. I want them to experience the hassle of calling their insurance company, trying to juggle the options of a new paint job, deductible costs, the potential of raised premiums, or (best case scenario) have them live with the scratch as it turns from shiny metal to rusty brown and ultimately creates an access point for full on corrosion.
Until now, I’ve resisted the temptation. Barely.
What would cause an upstanding citizen such as myself to go to such lengths?
An improperly parked automobile.
Well, I suppose that’s the external reason, but its what brews below, it’s the combination of factors that when compounded send me in a direction that is less than respectable. If I had to diagnose my issue, it would boil down to the following triggers:
The Size Factor
Are cars, trucks and cross-overs getting bigger, or are parking spots getting smaller?
What is it about the general public that has auto manufacturers making oversized vehicles? Is it that we have more stuff to haul than we used to? Is it that we’re fatter than we once were? Or are we compensating for something else?
But maybe its not the cars after all. Perhaps it’s the malls and stores designing the shopping experience to begin meters outside the front doors. I can hear them now… “Let’s create tension in the parking lots. Let’s make the parking spots as small as possible, forcing people to squeeze in and make them feel like they just made it. Then we’ll stretch the spots as far as the eye can see away from the doors. We’ll intentionally create a culture where people will fight for the best spot up close…A ‘get it before someone else does’ mentality…then they’ll be primed to bring that same angst into our stores, ready to grasp what is rightfully theirs before someone else does.”
The Ripple Effect
One improperly parked vehicle has the potential of disrupting an entire lot.
When one person parks too close to the line it presents a dilemma to their upcomming neighbour: Do I park so close to the improperly parked vehicle that I will have difficulty exiting my own, or do I push the limit on the opposite side creating the exact same problem?
Then there’s the people who feel the compulsion to deliberately take up two spots. A deliberate message is being sent here and it says I’m better than you, the rules don’t apply to me, and even if you wanted to stop me, you couldn’t.
In situations like these one can be left feeling powerless. What are the options? The damage is already done, and things won’t iron themselves out until after closing. And even then, with the next shopping day mere hours away, there is an excellent chance it will happen all over again.
The Alarm Medley
You’ve heard them before. A lone vehicle cycles through a variety pre-programmed sounds and sirens. Crying for help, the stationary vehicle is making a statement: Someone is in my space. Or maybe its saying ‘Leave Me Alone.’ Either way, a violation of some kind has occurred, and everyone’s going to hear about it.
In my mind, these same triggers surface when a disciple of Jesus comes to terms with his or her own participation in the Kingdom’s Economy:
The Size Factor opens our eyes to the situation we find ourselves in, and calls us to align ourselves with the Kingdom’s imperative of stewardship. In addition, nature and nurture are put aside as one is confronted with who it is they are meant to be in a world that calls them to be something else.
The Ripple Effect begs the question of whether or not we will continue in a destructive pattern, or if we’ll attempt to redeem that same pattern. Even if its only one spot (home/friendship/neighbourhood/church/moment) at a time, the Kingdom’s Economy challenges us to play by a different set of rules.
The Alarm Medley hurts the most. It reveals that left to our own devices, the only time we become vocal is when our own space has been invaded. Potentially, all hell could be breaking loose around us, but as long as we’re not threatened, then all is well. The Kingdom’s Economy leads us to look beyond ourselves, and helps us understand that there’s more to our mission then just keeping ourselves safe and satisfied.
On more than one occasion these thoughts have rushed through my mind. Sometimes I’ve expressed my disapproval out-loud, other times I’ve mumbled expletives under my breath. As of late, however, my first instinct has not been to make a statement or to scrape through clear coat and paint, but to look back to see how I’ve parked.
| Joe Manafo is a pastor at theStory, a filmmaker and all around good guy. His recent projects include One Size Fits All?, a documentary about new and evolving forms of church in Canada, and Tabled, a collection of creative communion installations created to explore the imagination, beauty and gravity of the Eucharist. |
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Tuesday, 19 January 2010 16:04 |
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"Events such as the Evolving Church conference help us address several of our core values. We are committed to social responsibility and specifically we uphold biblical justice. Furthermore, we are committed to strategic cooperation, partnering with those of like-minded message, mission, passion and purpose."
- David Freeman, Vice President, The Christian Missionary Alliance in Canada
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