Scarcity has been the name of the game for far too long in American politics. We are constantly offered a choice between which group of people is forced to go without, in the name of austerity.
A threshold is a place of letting go of an old identity and waiting on a new identity to emerge. It is a liminal moment when the sacred is being born in us, a time of unravelling and slowly reknitting back together.
We have experienced a long night where we have been brought face-to-face with the staggering inequities pervading our society. No longer are we able to say we didn’t know, for we have seen with our eyes, heard with our ears, witnessed in multiple ways, how those on our margins have been left in Egypt to fend for themselves.
Thus, what I have strongly urged my evangelical Christian missionary friends serving in other countries to do is to lovingly and strongly confront the nationalism of their supporters.
Six days a week we struggle for freedom. On the Sabbath, we sit in the liberating truth that we are already free. And as we dwell in Sabbath freedom, the freedom of Sabbath comes to dwell in us.
What were those “statements of faith” in the light of tragedy? Social upheaval? Personal challenges? Difficult relationships? Crisis? Or even encounters with wonder and discovery?
Ministry cannot happen without financial support from the very people who are participating in that ministry. But how should we handle Christian organizations when the survival of the institution comes at the expense of the very people the organization is supposed to serve?