Two Men And A Bird
“God is more than two men and a bird.” So states a quote I came across in my sermon preparation last week. It took me a second to figure out the reference, but I quickly realized it was supposed to be a description of the concept known as the Trinity. Last Sunday was designated in some Christian traditions as Trinity Sunday.

There likely were very few Disciples congregations that made mention of this. We Disciples have not really embraced the doctrine of the Trinity. Our forebears in the Restoration Movement that led to the establishment of the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) expressed their faith in ways captured by some of the slogans of the movement: “No creed but Christ,” “No book but the Bible,” “Bible names for Bible things,” “Where the scriptures speak we speak; where the scriptures are silent, we are silent.”

The word Trinity is nowhere to be found in the Bible, and the doctrine arose apart from the scriptures. So, the Trinity is not something you typically hear described by name among Disciples. Of course, we know that the Trinity refers to the “Father, Son and Holy Spirit” description of God. (The “bird” in the quote above is from the baptism of Jesus, during which he saw the Holy Spirit descend from heaven in the form of a dove.)

Alexander Campbell went so far as to re-write the words of the hymn, “Holy, Holy, Holy,” changing the phrase, “God in three persons, blessed Trinity,” to “God over all and blessed eternally.” Curiously, the version of the hymn in the latest Disciples’ hymnal is not the Campbell-approved one.

During my oral exam at seminary, which was based on a paper we had to write summarizing EVERYTHING we learned at seminary and in our field experience, I made some comment about the Trinity not being a biblical concept. One of the examining professors, Dr. Gerald Janzen, an Anglican, roared back, “Oh, I am so TIRED of that CANARD!” So, you can see, there are those who take seriously the Trinity and the creeds affirming it. I might add, the other two professors taking part in the exam said nothing. They were Disciples.

While I acknowledge these facets of God: Creator, Redeemer and Sustainer, I also never use the word Trinity, despite Dr. Janzen’s protest. I also believe that God is more than “two men and a bird.”

Of Those To Whom Much Has Been Given...
Sister Valerie Heinonen, a Catholic nun of the Ursuline Sisters of Tildonk, spends a lot of time holding to the fire the feet of the leaders of corporate America. According to the Washington Post, “For 30 years, Heinonen has been a familiar sight at shareholder meetings across the country, pressing financial services firms to support affordable housing or defense contractors to limit weapons sales. Now, the 66-year-old activist is seeking social justice through one of the hot-button issues of this spring's annual shareholder meetings: executive compensation.”

Sr. Valerie provides consultation to people of faith who are shareholders in U.S. corporations because, as she states, “"I think we have come to realize that the corporate governance issues are kind of a framework for social and environmental issues that we're concerned about."

Her work reminds me of something T. J. Liggett, then the president of Christian Theological Seminary in Indianapolis, described to me and some other CTS students. T.J. told us that he owned a few shares of stock in a company that was making questionable policy decisions from the standpoint of social justice issues. He said he always attended shareholders’ meetings and challenged their policies and directions.

Finally, according to T.J., one of the officers of the board said to him, “Why must you always come to these meetings and embarrass us with your complaints.” T.J. replied to the man, “My criticism at these meetings isn’t embarrassing. What WOULD be embarrassing is if I and some other shareholders took out a full page ad in the Indianapolis Star telling the public about how, with all of your incredible wealth, you are ignoring the needs of others less fortunate than you.”

Sr. Valerie takes a positive, yet firm approach in her dealings with corporation board members and leaders, who see her as “graceful, respectful, fearless and relentless.” By dealing directly with the business people, in the manner of Dr. Liggett, and not trying to coerce or embarrass them, Sr. Valerie has productive interactions with those she tries to influence.

How Does Your Garden Grow?
An installment of Planet Earth on the Discovery Channel dealt with deserts and how life is sustained in those conditions. Mention was made of rainfall in mountains many miles away that ran downhill and washed through a flat area of the desert in a flash flood manner. The water was a once or twice a year occurrence, and the impact was phenomenal. The narrator, actress Sigourney Weaver, said that seeds dormant for thirty years sprouted.

I don’t know much about deserts. My only experience of one was driving across the Mojave Desert from Arizona into California and back a couple of years ago. With apologies to folks from desert areas, it’s not my cup of tea. Seeds laying around for a generation or more must get tossed around a good bit by wind, reptiles and perhaps in other ways. I wasn’t aware that a seed could still explode into life after that many years.

Jesus told the Parable of the Sower, who went about throwing seeds, seemingly in every direction and without much planning or precision. Some of the seeds he flipped around landed on the beaten path, some scattered throughout weeds and shallow soil, and some actually landed on good soil. The Sower apparently didn’t feel the need to be sparing in his actions. It appears to me he simply reached into his bag, grabbed a handful of seeds and flung ‘em all around.

Often when we read or hear that story, we reflect on which seeds we might be, i.e., the quality or character of our faith. Is our faith like the seeds on the rocky ground? Is our faith well-rooted in rich soil?

Maybe sometime we should think about identifying with the Sower, the one who tosses out the seeds. Where, to whom, and how do we witness to the faith? Are we discriminating in our dispersal of seeds? Do we decide that there is no point in wasting our time on some people, or that they are beyond hope or possibility? Are we stingy with the seeds?

Jesus seems to say – and the experience of the seeds in the desert on Planet Earth bear him out – “Just grab as many as you can and let ‘em fly! It’s not up to you where and when they sprout. But nothing will happen if you keep them in a closed container in the shed.”

Take A Number
People come to the church and to me with quite a variety of requests. Most are people showing up at the door, but other times it is members. People ask for personal loans, and for money to pay their bills, to buy the gas they need to get to that job that’s awaiting them in the next town, or for other reasons.

Some want me to refer church members for financial or real estate services they offer. I remember one man who suggested the church sell plaques on which he attached his original poems: “Who knows? Maybe God wants me to be rich." Another poet suggested we publish pamphlets of his poems to sell as a fund raising project.

From time to time I receive phone calls from strangers asking a question about some obscure issue they think is related to religion. Sometimes they call to pick an argument: “Is God omnipotent?” “Yes.” “Yeah, well, then what about Hitler? Why didn’t God stop Hitler?”

Occasionally, a request comes for a specific religious “product” or service: “I’m looking for a church to baptize my child,” or “I’m getting married in a few weeks and I am looking for a minister to do it and a church to have it in.” When I suggest that these kinds of events emerge from the life of the faith community and that we do such things for church members, I hear, “Well, what do I have to do to become a member?”

More often than not, what people seem to want from a church has little to do with what the church exists to offer: a relationship with God, the Creator of heaven and earth; opportunities for spiritual growth through participation in a worshipping fellowship of believers; a community of people with whom to share a spiritual journey grounded in prayer, study, and reaching out to others; and, an outlet for expressing the love of Christ each of us receives in our lives, with generosity and service through faithful stewardship of our money, abilities, and time.

Maybe the problem is people don’t really know why the church exists.

Wherever Two Or Three Are Gathered
The season of denominational assemblies and conventions is upon us, and hordes of the faithful will make their way to the host city, wherever that may be this time around. A friend told me his church was gathering in Flagstaff, Arizona. The Disciples will convene in Ft. Worth. Others will go elsewhere. It will be a time of worship, bible lectures, workshops, exhibits and business sessions. Some describe the gatherings as “family reunions.”

People will scavenge for magnets, pens, foamy objects to be squeezed for “stress relief,” and countless other items emblazoned with logos and web addresses. Books will be bought, some of which actually may be read, and name tags will be adorned with stick-on emblems of alma maters.

Innumerable chickens will give their lives, in the tradition of their ancestors, so that Christians from across the continent can overpay for mass-prepared mediocre banquet meals. Martin Marty once reported that a Southern Baptist Convention in Houston, I believe it was, featured deserted hotel bars, and bustling room service business.

My son Matt accompanied me to a Disciples General Assembly in Kansas City a few years back. Shuttle buses ferried us between our hotel and the convention center. One of the drivers in the rotation took advantage of his captive audience and performed a monologue over the intercom on the bus. The second time we were trapped listening to his act, the driver launched into his bit about how former president Harry Truman greeted the children when he came to town from his nearby home, patting them on the head. The punch line came around, as it had the last time, and when the driver asked, “…and do you know what became of those kids?” -- dramatic pause -- Matt blurted out the answer we heard before: “They became bus drivers!” “Uh…well…yes…that’s right…”

What will happen this year when people of faith gang up on an unsuspecting city? There are many opportunities in this time of war, this era of spiritual confusion, this new day of emerging alternate visions for what it means to be the church.

Time For A Gut Check
There was a note in today’s news that a prominent voice of protest against the Iraq war, Cindy Sheehan, was giving up her efforts. According to the online article I read, she wrote in her blog, "Good-bye America ... you are not the country that I love and I finally realized no matter how much I sacrifice, I can't make you be that country unless you want it. It's up to you now."

She stated further that her son, Casey, whose death in the war sparked her protest, “died for a country which cares more about who will be the next American Idol than how many people will be killed in the next few months while Democrats and Republicans play politics with human lives."

Her protest, originally focused on President Bush and the Republican Party, expanded to include the Democrats, as well. “I guess no one paid attention to me when I said that the issue of peace and people dying for no reason is not a matter of 'right or left', but 'right and wrong,” she wrote. It sounds to me like she became disillusioned.

The late William Sloane Coffin put it well: “How can you become disillusioned unless you had illusions to begin with?”

Placing one’s hope for lasting peace in a political leader, party, movement or system is to have an illusion. Ultimately, the illusion will prove false, because the “peace” promoted will emerge from self-serving motivation and self-enhancing approaches.

Don’t get me wrong. I want the violence to stop and I will vote for people who seem to have a way to make it happen. But don’t tell me that will be peace. As long as billions of people try to survive on $2 or less per day, we don’t have peace. As long as 20% of the world’s population consumes 80% of the world’s resources, peace is elusive.

To me, peace isn’t a political or military arrangement that somehow stops people from killing each other. Rather, I think it is a way of life that may be too demanding for most of us willingly to embrace.

A Face In The Crowd
Many memorable people have passed in and out of my life over the years, some in the church, others from different contexts. I have met a number of well-known figures from politics, professional sports, and entertainment. The people who impress me the most are those who display integrity, humility, and genuine caring for others.

There was a woman at the church in Washington who went unnoticed by many people. When I knew her, she was in the final years of her life and depended on a walker to get around. She lived in the Maryland suburbs of D.C., and even though she could not drive -- and her husband with the drinking problem couldn't be bothered to drive her -- she always made it to the downtown church.

Numerous times I found her waiting for the Metro Access vehicle, the public transportation program available to those with disabilities. A special van would transport the people throughout the metropolitan area, when they called to arrange a trip. Invariably, they were late, perhaps because of high demand.

This woman, Lois, went through the Metro Access routine, not only for Sunday worship, but also for the seniors' group, and women's fellowship that met during the week at the church. It wasn't easy for her to manage this, and the waiting was frustrating, not to mention time-consuming. Being a part of the church was not a convenient matter for Lois.

But she was determined to attend church and to participate in the life of the community, even though it was so difficult. She also supported the church financially, despite having only a limited income. When the time came, I was honored to officiate at her funeral.

Lois wasn't a person who aspired to leadership in the church. She wasn't an officer or board member. She didn't sing in the choir, or do anything else "up front." She asked for no special favors or attention. She just was committed to the faith, the church, and the people there.

Her example was instructive to me and to everyone else who has a casual attitude about the faith and about their commitment to the faith community. So many of us have a "take it or leave it" attitude. Convenience plays a large role in our faithfulness.

Lois now is among the "great cloud of witnesses" who have gone before the rest of us, a blessed example which we all can aspire to emulate.

Still More On Pentecost
Once I was talking with a colleague from another state and he mentioned how he spoke out against government policies on some issue or other. He felt he was being “prophetic.” Maybe he was. I didn’t hear the sermon. But often enough, I’m afraid, we don’t really know what being prophetic means. Is it being critical of the president or other leaders? Is it harping on our favorite hot-button issue?

I remember one time at seminary, we were assigned to write papers dealing with controversial questions. One student’s paper tried to make the case that Jesus wasn’t really totally without sin. Someone else wrote about “isms:” i.e., sexism and racism. As I recall, the professor wasn’t especially impressed with that paper. I think his comment was something like, “Everyone knows these are wrong. Where is the prophetic element in your argument?”

So, if pointing out the sins of the “isms” isn’t prophetic, what is? I’ve thought about this over the intervening years. My understanding of prophecy is that it somehow expresses the mind of God. A prophet is someone who is so well-tuned to God’s word and intentions, and so filled with God’s spirit, he or she is able to observe what is happening in the world and reflect on those events in light of his or her awareness of God. In other words, the prophet speaks as God would speak in that particular situation. The prophet lends his or her voice to God.

It may include predicting some future consequence or outcome. It may point to the fallacies or errors of conventional wisdom. It may “fill in the gaps” of a poorly understood reality.

Above all, I think prophecy draws people into a new way of thinking, a new understanding. It helps uncover truth that has been overlooked. I think it is a positive approach rather than a negative approach. In other words, I don’t think prophecy just says, “This is wrong.” I think it proclaims, “There is a deeper truth.”

This is difficult and rare. Knowing God and being receptive to the Spirit, however it manifests itself, are the basic requirements.

The church, as I understand its purpose, is to reflect prophetic elements in its life.

An Oasis
I recently watched the movie, The Pursuit of Happyness, starring Will Smith, based on the true story of a person named Chris Gardner. After his wife walks out, Gardner struggles to make a life for himself and his young son. At one point in the story, they seek refuge in a homeless shelter provided by Glide Memorial United Methodist Church in San Francisco.

In light of the upcoming observance of Pentecost (Acts 2), Glide Church has much to commend itself as an example of one way the Holy Spirit works and moves among people in our time. In a news release announcing the groundbreaking of two new facilities designed by Glide Church in partnership with others to help working families and homeless people by providing affordable housing and supportive services, Glide is described as “an oasis that has served the poor and disenfranchised for over 40 years. In addition to serving over one million free meals every year, Glide provides dozens of other programs and services, including AIDS testing, health care, women's programs, crisis intervention, literacy and computer training, jobs training and placement, and educational programs for children, youth and family.” The church website gives more background on the story of Glide Church and how its ministry has unfolded over the years. It’s really all very remarkable.

What is striking to me is the diversity of people who make up Glide Church and its ministries, and the strength exuding from that diversity. Just reading about their efforts, and looking at the photos on the website, I have a palpable sense of a pounding pulse of life prevailing at Glide – from the raucous Sunday morning gathering of worshipers to the daily frenzy of activity surrounding their multitude of ministries. Wouldn’t it be great if all churches conveyed that image!

Churches don’t have to be huge to be spirit-filled. They don’t have to replicate everything that Glide is doing. But, I find the example of a church like Glide to be heartening. People -- church people -- can be moved outside themselves, outside what they thought possible, and give expression to the abundant life offered in the Risen Christ in ways that profoundly affects the lives of those around them.

Pentecost truly is a time to reflect on the possibilities inherent in the presence of the wild, uncontrollable, unlimited, powerful and absolutely free Holy Spirit.

They Shall See Visions and Dream Dreams
The period following Easter Sunday is the season of Easter, and it leads to Pentecost Sunday, which is coming up this Sunday. Pentecost is celebrated each year fifty days following Easter.

The subsequent season of the church year, taking us all the way to Advent, is called Ordinary Time. Can you imagine a more boring name for most of the church year?

It seems ironic, really, to move from the glorious celebration of Easter and the season of reflecting on the resurrection power of the Christian faith, culminating in the commemoration of the mighty, rushing entrance of the Holy Spirit onto the scene, empowering Christians with the fire, the energy, that boosts us in our faithfulness, to something called Ordinary Time.

But maybe it would helpful to envision Ordinary Time in a different way. When I was thinking about Pentecost and the imagery of wind, I recalled something from a television program I saw several years ago. The show was Mad About You, and the male lead, Paul Reiser, played a New York filmmaker. Naturally, since it was a comedy, Paul and his wife, played by Helen Hunt, managed always to get into some silly predicament or relationship struggle.

In the episode I recalled, Paul was contracted by Yoko Ono to “film wind.” It was, of course, an impossible assignment, because wind is invisible. The effects of wind can be filmed. The impact of the power and randomness of wind can be filmed. But, wind, in and of itself, cannot be seen or captured in any visual medium.

Perhaps Ordinary Time really means a season of reflection upon what is ordinary for people whose lives are affected by the winds of the Spirit. Indeed, this is extraordinary by the world’s standards, because the Spirit transforms lives; it makes the impossible possible; it inspires faithfulness in ways never imagined without it; it conveys the unseen, yet real and life-giving, presence of God in our midst.

All of this may be unusual or even strange to those who have no time for or interest in the faith. But, for followers of Jesus Christ, who depend upon God for all things, and who embrace resurrection living, practicing spiritual disciplines such as worship, prayer, study, service and generous giving, these are part and parcel of “ordinary” life.