Holy Week Ramblings

Holy Week Ramblings

It affected me in more ways than I had expected.

I suppose the way the funeral meshed into my week gave it all kinds of things to spill over into.

Yesterday I went to the funeral of Ben Speer, sat on the back row, listened to songs I hadn’t heard in years sung by the Gaither Homecoming crowd and the Stamps-Baxter choir and found myself deeply moved. Why?

I think it is more than nostalgia. I think it is all the other things floating around in my life these days.

A few nights ago, I went to the Trevecca Undergraduate Student Research Symposium and heard bright young scholars make presentations on topics like producing a documentary film, anxiety in undocumented students, reforming girls of the 19th century England, and the massacre of African-American Union soldiers at Fort Pillow. These were just a few of the 30 presentations.

I saw young minds creating and discovering, then sharing their findings with standing-room only crowds. The Fort Pillow massacre report connected me to J. J. White Memorial Presbyterian Church in my hometown. He was the founder of my birthplace, but I had never heard the story that he had served time for war crimes committed in the massacre at Fort Pillow. And he has a church named after him a hundred plus years later.

My cousin Andy and I talked late last night about growing up in Mississippi and all that was going on there that we did not know then and how we are responsible for the worlds we are making now.

Then, yesterday morning a committee of the Tennessee legislature failed to recommend a bill to allow DACA students to pay the same in-state tuition as the same kids they went through TN K-12 schools with. They have to pay out-of-state tuition, which makes college practically unaffordable for them. And my DACA friends are heartbroken.

Meanwhile, I’m trying to get AT&T U-verse installed at my house. Today will be their third trip. I forget how dependent I am on wireless connections to be omnipresent.

Then in chapel this week at Trevecca, students and professors shared about their trip to Israel and the film they are making, Thy Kingdom Come. Our chaplain asked the students on the panel a question: How did this trip affect how you know Jesus? When people travel to the Holy Land, we usually ask if they read the Bible differently after being there or if their faith seems more historically grounded, but Shawna Songer Gaines asked these students if they now know Jesus differently.

Their humble responses made me grateful for professors who do life with students and for the Jesus that is knowable.

And then, I’m navigating two worlds with the recent decision to serve as president of two schools, one in Nashville and one near Boston. I know the Nashville school well having served 12 years as president of Trevecca Nazarene University, six years as its campus church pastor, and four years as a student. Its history is entwined with my own and that of my older friends. But the role of president of Eastern Nazarene College has me learning a new history. I’ve been reading the 2-volume work of Dr. James R. Cameron detailing the history of the college. Founded in 1900 and surviving against the odds, this school is my newest challenge. It is a gem worth bringing back to stability and strength. I am humbled that they would let me try (along with several friends who are smarter than me at what they do).

And finally, we have 20-30 people coming for Easter weekend. Our own gang is approaching 20, and then we have friends from lots of places. Our celebration will include family and friends of all ages, from 1 to 90. We’ll attend Good Friday service with one daughter’s family and Easter Sunday with another daughter’s family.  It’s Holy Week.

So I went to Ben Speer’s funeral yesterday and found myself in a quiet place reflecting on the timeless Christ and the frail time-marked humans that I live among. For the grandkids in my back yard this weekend and the college students making discoveries in the lab and the Holy Land, my musings make little sense … because when you’re young, you can’t look back far enough to wonder.

And for the long-dead founder of my hometown who slaughtered Union soldiers because of the color of their skin but got his name on a church sign anyway and for Mom and Pop Speer who welcomed Ben home, it is too late to do anything different about anything. We live with the world they created, good and bad.

And for the AT&T installer, the state legislators, and the friends coming for Easter weekend, I pray grace over what they do.

And if the Lord tarries, what we’re doing now at Trevecca and what we will attempt at Eastern Nazarene College will be history of some kind. And we will live with that.

I suppose it was the songs we sang at Ben’s funeral: “In a Land Where We’ll Never Grow Old,” “Time Has Made a Change,” “Sheltered in the Arms of God.” You can Google those lyrics if you’d like, but these are the songs I grew up singing. They still mean a lot to me, but now, all these years later, I think I’m really beginning to understand them.

The common denominator in all of this is the timeless Christ, who wastes nothing, preserves everything and rises from the worst we can do. Jesus seems very near this week.

I saw something beautiful today

I saw something beautiful today

A few reflections from this past Sunday. 

I saw something beautiful today: a new church was born.

The congregation that my wife and I attend opened their arms 16 months ago to a pastor couple who have worked among us to collect a group of people with the commitment to launch a new congregation in a different part of the city. Ours is a congregation that had its own birth less than 10 years ago in a storefront building. Now it has reproduced itself in loving generosity. With the world awash in “big,” it was moving to see something tiny and small take its first steps today.

The launching pastor, with tears in his eyes, compared the mother church to a pregnant woman glowing in the beauty of new life. The two congregations gathered as one for the last time today and shared the Lord’s Supper, sang “Great is Thy Faithfulness,” and spoke a blessing. Next week, another part of the city will be graced with the presence of a loving new congregation.

I saw something beautiful today.

 

Celebrating Legacies of Service

When I think about people who have graced my life, the men being honored by our sister university fit that category. Before moving to serve at Southern Nazarene University, they were professors in the Trevecca School of Religion. I admire them both, consider them friends and wish them well in the next chapter of their lives. Men like these make the term Christian winsome.

Thanks, Don and Hal, for your exemplary service to the people of God.

Long-time Educators Leave Lasting Influence

With over 80 years combined service to Nazarene higher education, two stalwarts of ministry are bidding farewell to SNU. Dr. Hal Cauthron, Professor and Chair of the School of Theology and Ministry at SNU, and Dr. Don Dunnington, former SNU Vice President for Academic Affairs and currently Professor in the School of Theology and Ministry, have announced their retirements at the close of the current academic year. Their service to the Church of the Nazarene has impacted multiple Nazarene educational institutions and thousands of students preparing for ministry. Their influence on our denomination is reflected in the lives of those who sat under their teaching and now serve in ministry roles around the globe.

Dr Hal CauthronDr. Hal Cauthron received the BA degree in Religion from BNC/SNU in 1967. Now, fifty years later he is retiring as a faculty member and Chair of the School of Theology & Ministry at SNU. He received the MA degree in Religion from BNC in 1969, and later completed the M.Div. degree at Nazarene Seminary and the PhD degree (in New Testament) at Vanderbilt University. In January of 1995 he began teaching at SNU, serving 22 ½ years in the same department. His teaching ministry included service at 3 other Nazarene institutions – Trevecca in Tennessee and two theological colleges, one in Swaziland and the other in South Africa. The combined total years of ministry in those places is another 22 ½ years.

Of God’s call and his preparation for Christian higher education, Cauthron said, “I have been given the highest of privileges that I could ever imagine in serving my alma mater in the role of teacher of New Testament. My sense of gratitude arises out of the profound, life-changing influence of the New Testament teacher under whom I studied at BNC. That teacher was Professor Richard Howard. He was the Spirit’s instrument in making the New Testament writings become so very powerful to me.” Cauthron’s impact on students over the years has been immeasurable, but he expressed the return on his investment in them by saying, “My heart is full when I see or hear of former students fulfilling God’s call to ministry as pastors, evangelists, teachers, and church leaders.”

When asked about future plans, Dr. Cauthron said, “Retiring from full time work in ministry does not mean retiring from God’s call to minister. I am already finding opportunities of continuing the ministry of God’s word.” Beyond some much-anticipated travel with his wife, Nancy, and spending time with their two children and their families, Cauthron hopes to work on writing projects and be available for some teaching and preaching as God leads. “We are just looking forward to things which we cannot necessarily imagine at this point,” he said.


Dr. Don W. Dunnington has served SNU for 26 years. Dr Don DunningtonDon came to SNU in 1991 and served for 15 years as Vice-President for Academic Affairs/Academic Dean before returning to his love for students and teaching in the School of Theology and Ministry for the last 11 years.

Prior to his years at SNU, Don was Chaplain and Professor of Pastoral Ministry at Trevecca Nazarene University in Nashville, Tennessee from 1980-1991. Early in his career he served the Church of the Nazarene full-time as an evangelist and pastor for 7 years. His areas of teaching have included Preaching/Homiletics, Pastoral Ministry, Pastoral Counseling, Worship, Spiritual Formation, Christian Life, New Testament, and Introductory courses in Christian Theology.

Throughout his work at TNU and SNU Don has been active in preaching and teaching ministries of the Church of the Nazarene. In addition to regularly teaching a Sunday School class at Bethany First Church of the Nazarene for many years, he recently developed and led an elective seminar at BFC on “Christian Life in the Wesleyan Tradition.”

When asked to reflect on his career in ministry preparation, he said, “I am grateful for the privilege the church has given me to serve in Christian higher education and for the great partnership that exists between our church and Southern Nazarene University. I look forward to serving Christ and the church in whatever opportunities that might develop in the days ahead!”

Don and his wife, Jane, who retired in 2014 after 16 years as a valued member of the SNU staff, will continue to live in Oklahoma City–when they are not traveling. They have three sons who are all SNU grads and 7 grandchildren living nearby who fill their lives with joy.

(Information about Dr. Hal Cauthron and Dr. Don Dunnington is from SNU’s Good News-February 2017 update.) 

A few thoughts on presidential inaugurations

A few thoughts on presidential inaugurations

My inauguration was a deeply meaningful event in my life. Both humbling and energizing, it launched me into 12 years of work as the president of Trevecca Nazarene University. In retrospect, I’ve been thinking about the things I’ve learned following my own inauguration. Here are my top 10.

  1. I stepped into a stream of history that did not begin with me and most likely will not end with me. The blood, sweat, and tears of those who have gone before me represent a depth of wisdom that I can draw on, if I’m humble enough to receive the lessons of history.
  2. Honoring those who held office before me makes me larger, not smaller. Unlike the mass executions of royal relatives in the Old Testament takeover stories, it is not necessary that I murder—with my words and actions—the friends and family of those who preceded me.
  3. Positional power is seductive on more levels that I originally knew. The trappings of inaugural power are accompanied by sinister sweet voices in my head that affirm my worst prejudices and opinions. An inaugural ceremony does not make me omniscient or infallible. Resisting these voices is the hardest work I do.
  4. An inauguration doesn’t signal a graduation from listening and learning. I need to know what I don’t know. The intoxication of inauguration tempts me to think they elected me because I could fix everything. I have found that leading a Christian university is fraught with complexity on more levels than I suspected. I’m still trying to figure it out, thus the posture of a listening learner.
  5. It isn’t about me. Yes, I am the one who was paraded down a center aisle, introduced with fanfare, had hands placed on me by holy people, pledged things in printed response liturgies, had a heavy medallion hung around my neck, and gave the keynote address. But that was all over in an hour. This enterprise was not created for me or by me, and it does not exist to showcase me. Trevecca is about those it serves, and the world they serve in the name of Jesus. As an inaugurated person, I need to get over myself quite rapidly.
  6. The work is too demanding to spend a lot of time defending myself. People are rightly suspicious of institutions and their leaders because the path to leadership is usually through the thickets of people-pleasing and favor-collecting. People assume the right to critique institutions and their leaders. I have to understand that this comes hand-in-hand with the medallion they hung around my neck. Yes, the criticism is often unfair, uninformed, and unkind. But sometimes it is dead right. So rather than living in a defensive posture, I must enlarge my soul, become thoughtful and develop a thick skin. I can be criticized without being enslaved by the criticism.
  7. It takes significant discipline to remain mission-centered rather than becoming enemy-centered. Loving one’s enemies is actually the most cost-effective way to deal with them. Their influence expires faster. Of course they don’t like me, and, of course, they said and did that. Now let’s get to work.
  8. I have to know when to take center stage and speak and when to shut up. An inauguration gives me platforms of importance, but I don’t need to climb atop each platform that presents itself. The quiet conversations and deep dives into complexity are often more needed than applause. When public presence is called for, I must be there. When the wisdom of quietness and reflection beckon me, I must be there, too.
  9. I must surround myself with people who are wiser than I am, then convince myself that they are wiser than I am. I must respect their wisdom and offer them the opportunity to contribute. I am not qualified to fill the role of a single cabinet member on our team. They are better than I am at what they do. I am neither threatened by their leadership nor jealous of it. My role is to shape a collaborative culture in which they can work together for the good of Trevecca.
  10. My inauguration does not erase my accountability. Rather, it increases it. I remain accountable to the King who was crowned Lord at his ascension to the right hand of God the Father. I am also accountable to trustees, employees, students, parents who entrust their children to us, accrediting bodies, bankers, laws, civil rights, alumni, donors, and constituents—and to my family, living and dead. While I am free in Christ, I am a slave to all. Inauguration only increases accountability.
Merry Christmas from Trevecca!

Merry Christmas from Trevecca!

Each year, it’s my joy to share Trevecca Nazarene University’s Christmas card. As this year’s card encourages, I invite you all to take a deep breath in the middle of this busy season to simple rest in the presence of God and enjoy His creation and blessings.

Denise and I wish you a blessed Christmas season.

Trevecca student snowball fight from last winter

Click here to see our Christmas greetings from the past few years:

And for some more Christmas cheer, enjoy this video!

An open letter to the students and employees of Trevecca

An open letter to the students and employees of Trevecca

The past two weeks have wearied me.

College campuses are the perfect tinderbox for conflict regarding the presidential election. In one unique place, you find diversity, passion, inherited parental politics, newly emerging generational politics, old-people politics, professors with differing viewpoints that are held with unflinching certainty, women who were hoping for a shattered glass ceiling, immigrants who were hoping for a responsible path to citizenship, LGBT persons running the gamut from “seeking dignity as persons” all the way to “affirmation of any and every sexual behavior,” white working middle class people who are tired of being called uneducated, black persons who hope their lives matter, economic-minded citizens hoping for lower taxes and more jobs, Democrats defending the poor and minorities, Republicans wanting less government interference, students just out of the military, 22 nationalities, about 3,500 very different people, and the normal immaturity of the human race. Add to all of this the fast-moving gas fumes of social media looking for a fire somewhere.

I live and work in this community.

So, yesterday I went to church hoping for salvation from my weariness. It was Christ the King Sunday, the last Sunday of the Christian calendar year. In a sense, it was the day we celebrate the end of time. We read Psalm 46. “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” (You may want to pause and read the entire psalm in light of the election.) Then we sang “This is my Father’s World. O let me ne’er forget that tho’ the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet. This is my Father’s world. The battle is not done; Jesus who died, shall be satisfied, and earth and heaven be one. This is my Father’s world, why should my heart be sad. Jesus is King, let the heavens ring. God reigns, let the earth be glad.”

Then my pastor simply told the story of Jesus, laying aside power, absorbing brokenness, dying in love.

I found myself asking, how do people who believe Christ is King live now? What is the posture of a Christian in a frightened, fractured, fighting world? After two weeks of “How can you be a Christian and vote for x?”, two weeks of people taking and giving offense, two weeks of seeking to reconcile the unreconcilable … I found myself drawn into God on Christ the King Sunday. And similar to an Augustine moment, the Spirit instructed me to pick up the book and read Romans 12. The title of this section in the NRSV is The Mark of the Christian.

“Let love be genuine; hate what is evil, hold fast to what is good; love one another with mutual affection; outdo one another in showing honor. Do not lag in zeal, be ardent in spirit, serve the Lord. Rejoice in hope, be patient in suffering, persevere in prayer. Contribute to the needs of the saints; extend hospitality to strangers. Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse them. Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep. Live in harmony with one another; do not be haughty, but associate with the lowly; do not claim to be wiser than you are. Do not repay anyone evil for evil, but take thought for what is noble in the sight of all. If it is possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave room for the wrath of God; for it is written, ‘Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.’ No, ‘if your enemies are hungry, feed them; if they are thirsty, give them something to drink; for by doing this you will heap burning coals on their heads.’ Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” (Romans 12:9-21, NRSV).

I won’t attempt a full exegesis of this because—in keeping with the ethic of the kingdom of God—it pulls us in odd ways. My takeaway? Stand in the middle of the mess, seek to understand first, honor people, love, suffer in the mode of Jesus, stay humble, leave room for God to be God rather than rushing in with my answers, remain hopeful, offer blessing everywhere possible in every way possible.

Is this possible today? Only if Christ is King and the end of time invades this day. Back to work.

Dan Boone

Voting Booth Questions

Voting Booth Questions

For a few election cycles now, I have gone to the voting booth with specific questions in mind. I shared these with Trevecca students last night and several asked me to post them today.

Rarely has any candidate been the answer to all seven and quite often the answer is neither. But these questions do help me to think about why I vote for a person or choose to write in another name.

  1. Under which leader is the world most likely to be at peace?
  2. Under which leader will the people of God have the most freedom to carry out the agenda of the kingdom of God?
  3. Under which leader will human life and God’s creation be protected, valued and nourished?
  4. Under which leader will justice be carried out in creating a peaceful society of neighborly concern?
  5. Under which leader will I be expected to be a more responsible citizen in my community rather than a dependent consumer of government goods?
  6. Under which leader will honorable work be valued and made available for all to participate in?
  7. Under which leader will fragile persons be given dignity, then helped to become as whole as possible and then be expected to live as responsible citizens?

I hope these questions help you as you enter the voting booth today.

Composure and the Presidential Debates

Composure and the Presidential Debates

I found myself writing a talk on composure two days after the presidential debate.

While commentators and political pundits used the word “presidential” to define the tenor and tone that two persons were trying to master, they were really talking about composure—how people are perceived by those who experience interaction with them, how they come across, and how “rattle-able” they are under pressure and in crisis.

Sadly, the preparation for debates imagines that professional coaching can dramatically change the essence of who a person has been becoming for his or her whole life. And I suppose it can, for 90 minutes, soften tone, tweak posture, and calculate expressions. But in the end, we’re looking for a daily leader, not a primetime actor. The coaching we need is not for some surreal stage, but for deep integrity and coherence—for daily habits that dig deep grooves in our brains and enable us to be comfortable in our own skin on the spot. 

David Brooks, NY Times writerWhen I think about composure, David Brooks comes to mind. He is an op-ed columnist for the NY Times, a regular guest on “PBS NewsHour” and “Meet the Press.” One of the best books I’ve read this year is his The Road to Character. He writes about the difference between the résumé virtues and the eulogy virtues. The résumé virtues are the skills and experiences that make you a candidate for a specific job, your external success. The eulogy virtues are what they talk about at your funeral, the values that exist at the core of your being. Brooks describes people who have paid attention to their eulogy virtues in this way: 

“They possess an inner cohesion. They are not leading fragmented, scatter-shot lives. They have achieved inner integration. They are calm, settled, rooted. They are not blown off course by storms. They don’t crumble in adversity. Their minds are consistent and their hearts are dependable. Their virtues are not the blooming virtues you see in smart college students; they are the ripening virtues you see in people who have lived a little and have learned from joy and pain. … They radiate a sort of moral joy. They answer softly when challenged harshly. They are silent when unfairly abused. They are dignified when others try to humiliate them, restrained when others try to provoke them. But they get things done. They perform acts of sacrificial service with the same modest everyday spirit they would display if they were just getting the groceries. They are not thinking about what impressive work they are doing. They are not thinking about themselves at all. They just seem delighted by the flawed people around them. They just recognize what needs doing and they do it. They make you feel funnier and smarter when you speak with them. They move through different social classes not even aware, it seems, that they are doing so. After you’ve known them for a while it occurs to you that you’ve never heard them boast, you’ve never seen them self-righteous or doggedly certain. They aren’t dropping little hints of their own distinctiveness and accomplishments. They have not led lives of conflict-free tranquility, but have struggled toward maturity. They have gone some way toward solving life’s essential problem, which is that, as Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn put it,  ‘The line separating good and evil passes not through states, not between classes, nor between political parties either—but right through every human heart.’ These are people who have built a strong inner character, who have achieved a certain depth. In these people, at the end of this struggle, the climb to success has surrendered to the struggle to deepen the soul. … These are the people we are looking for.” (David Brooks, The Road to Character, Random House, 2015. pg. xvi, xvii)

Composure is about an inner integrity that is neither instant nor easy. It goes to the core of our self-knowledge and character. If one shining moment is all we’re in it for, acting lessons would be cheaper than integrity. 

But the world needs people of composure. Most leadership tasks, similar to mine, have competing constituencies that are constantly pressing or pulling us in opposite directions.

I found comfort recently in the obituary of Jack Coleman, former president of Haverford College. During his presidency, he was constantly at the center of conflicting interest groups. His obituary quoted him as having said, “In actuality, a president is at the center of a web of conflicting interest groups, none of which can ever be fully satisfied. He is, by definition, almost always wrong. It’s all very interesting, and not hard to take once he gets over wanting to be right and settles instead for doing the best he can.” There’s a man with composure. 

So how do we get there?

  1. We have to be willing to visit our own basement and see our shadow side. We must be honest with ourselves about who we really are. We banish our worst traits to the basement, lock the door, and trick ourselves into believing that there’s nothing down there. Visit your basement, and you’ll find things lurking there, like low self-esteem, brewing resentment, revenge, the need to prove our parents or spouse or former boss wrong. All kinds of stuff ends up in our basements. Our emotions know this in a way that our brains don’t. So we end up fragmenting our public and private selves in a way that fractures integrity. We hate what is in our basements. And the way we justify our opposition to our own shadow side is to project it on other people and attack it. We reserve our highest octane for responding to traits in other people that are residing in our basement. When my oldest daughter hit the teenage years, she could drive me up the wall faster than any human on the planet. My reaction to her was instant and reactionary. Why? In the words of my wise wife, it’s “because she’s just like you.” I was reacting to things about myself that I didn’t like. When they surfaced in her, I was shouting at myself in the mirror. Composure is hard to come by when we do not realize what we are doing. Have you been in your basement lately? 
  2. We have to get out of the echo chamber that we create for ourselves. We thought this new age of information technology would widen our perspective, deepen our knowledge, extend our thinking. It is doing exactly the opposite. With overwhelming data and voices and knowledge, we have carefully selected to pay attention to people who tell us what we already think. We follow the people we already agree with on Twitter and Facebook. We read books that allow us to underline our own opinion. We listen to commentators who make us feel smart because they articulate what we have been saying. We’re living in echo chambers that are not much more than our own voices bouncing back to us. Composure requires that we live in a world of diversity and difference. We have to feel at home outside our echo chambers and learn to be kind and wise in the presence of dramatically different people. While I would never chose to take a knee in response to the national anthem, I need to understand the experiences that would bring a person to this point. Rather than quickly condemning the actions of others, I must look beyond their deeds to their deeper narratives and listen. This is the only way that I can demonstrate composure in the face of things I do not grasp on the surface.
  3. We need to develop an uncommon sense of welcome and hospitality. There is a shift from modernism to postmodernism that many of us have not negotiated well. In the modern world, the way you debated was along the axis of right and wrong, good and bad, what works or doesn’t work. We made our points and launched our logic believing the best thinking would win. In postmodernism, the axis has shifted from right and wrong to inclusion and exclusion. In other words, we’ve moved from a dominantly IQ world to an EQ world—from intellect to emotion, or more precisely, from ideas to relationships. In this world of inclusion/exclusion, the way you fight is to draw your circle, define the boundaries, and let everyone in who agrees with you. Then you label those who don’t, heap shame and derision on them, and justify your exclusion of them. We form alliances of like-minded people and learn the art of shaming others. In this culture of shame, we find people who are either soft/soft or hard/hard. The soft/soft folk accept everyone and the whole package of ideas that comes with them. They are welcoming, kind, and open. And when this person gets inside the circle, there is no critique of their assumptions, no confrontation of their ideas, no honesty, no coaching, no sharing of wisdom, no confrontation—because soft/soft people just want to be liked. The hard/hard folk are exactly the opposite. They have an exterior that is rigidly judgmental, a litmus test of sorts at the front door. They allow in only people who are like them. And their core values are harder still. But people of composure are neither soft/soft nor hard/hard. Rather, their exterior relational composure is welcoming, kind, inviting, and respectful. They have a composure of welcome rather than judgment. But once you step inside the welcome, you discover that this person is rock solid, steady, principled, uncompromising on life values. The best example I know of this is Jesus. I’ve come to believe that the essence of composure is the ability to stay welcoming and kind at the front door, and to retain a hard integrity in the unfolding or deepening of the relationship.

As the presidential race unfolds and we watch for behavior that looks presidential, I’d encourage us to pursue something much deeper than coached reaction.

Let’s become people of composure.


Photo of Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton
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Sabbath and Social Media

Sabbath and Social Media

I’ve taken a Sabbath from posting on social media for a few months.

A wonderful team of people who have more technical skills than I do have kept me present in more venues than I know how to operate. I actually enjoy most of the conversation that occurs in cyber land.  But I had grown restless, and I wasn’t sure why. So, I stopped writing about things that matter to me. I wanted to get to the bottom of my own restlessness before engaging again.

Two things have been helpful: a book and an obituary.

The book is Walter Brueggemann’s Sabbath as Resistance: Saying No to the Culture of Now. He writes about resisting anxiety, coercion, exclusivism, and multi-tasking. His understanding that the fourth commandment stands as the link between love of God in the first three commandments and love of the neighbor in the last six. While most of us see the command to practice Sabbath as a matter of passive obedience, Brueggemann views it as an act of active, conscious resistance to the life-sucking socio-economic powers that run a culture of death. I suppose social media gets its claws into us in ways that do not permit our detachment. The constant anxiety of response, disgust, and information train us in the ways of the need for now and know.

charitablediscourse2Truth is, I found myself whirling more than resting, even when I tried to rest a bit with an iPad on my lap. So, I’ve been thinking more about this. My friends Tim Green and Tim Gaines have written about the use and abuse of technology in A Charitable Discourse Volume II (which was released last week). They are right about the power given to us to curse others via social media and the subtle distancing from the doctrine of the incarnation as we deal in words rather than bodies.

The helpful obituary was of a man I never knew, but he held a job that I am still coming to terms with – the college presidency. Jack Coleman was the president of Haverford College, a Quaker tradition school. If my memory is correct, he died in his nineties. During his term, he was constantly at the center of conflicting interest groups. His obituary quoted him as saying, “In actuality, a president is at the center of a web of conflicting interest groups, none of which can ever be fully satisfied. He is, by definition, almost always wrong … It’s all very interesting, and not hard to take once he gets over wanting to be right and settles instead for doing the best he can.”

I found a dead friend whose wisdom helps me.

 

Knowledge as Love

Knowledge as Love

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Robert Oppenheimer was one of the scientists who worked on the production of the first atomic bomb. During my doctoral work on the campus of The University of Chicago in Hyde Park, I walked past the building each day that he and his team of physicists worked in. In his reflection on their work, he wrote this:

“I have felt it myself. The glitter of nuclear weapons. It is irresistible if you come to them as a scientist. To feel it’s there in your hands— to release the energy that fuels the stars. To let it do your bidding. To perform these miracles—to lift a million tons of rock into the sky. It is something that gives people the illusion of illimitable power and it is, in some ways, responsible for all our troubles. This is what you might call technical arrogance that overcomes people when they see what they can do with their minds.” (The Day after Trinity, p. 30)

When we want to know without accountability, responsibility and community—without God—we can blow up the world.

Parker Palmer has always been one of my favorite authors. I reread his book To Know as We Are Known: Education as a Spiritual Journey this summer. In it, he wrote: “We are well-educated people who have been schooled in a way of knowing that treats the world as an object to be dissected and manipulated, a way of knowing that gives us power over the world … In my own way, I have used my knowledge to rearrange the world to satisfy my drive for power, distorting and deranging life rather than loving it for the gift it is.” (p. 2)

Like Adam and Eve in the garden, we pursue knowledge as power, knowledge without responsibility for each other, knowledge that is ours, not a gift received from God. When knowledge becomes nothing more than objective, cold, hard fact, it slips beyond the vibrant connection to our Creator.

For, you see, knowledge is truth that is more than a formula or a verbal construct. Knowledge is flesh and blood, embodied in the Christ who said, “I am the way, the truth, the life.” For Christian higher education, then, knowledge is embodied, incarnated, shared, humbly received, and responsibly used—all for restoring a broken world.

Our educational enterprise is distinctively different precisely because we are Christians. We engage our students in knowing because God has graciously engaged us in knowing. We love them because we are loved by God. We lay down our lives in service to them because Christ laid down His life for us. We engage them in redeeming the world because this is what God has called us to.

And to teach students, we must love them.

And what might this love look like? It’s definitely not a don’t-worry-about-your-grades, kum-ba-yah, slop-excusing, buddy/buddy, easy-grade, cheap diploma factory. That is the antithesis of love.

Love looks more like a faculty research symposium, a faculty-led research project, writing a grant application, restoring an Honor Society or Phi Delta Lambda tradition, a student research symposium, The Cumberland River Review, balloon launches, beekeeping, 3-D printers, a documentary film in Israel, a student-composed opera, Trevecca around the Globe, mission trips, an undocumented student testifying before political leaders, iWork, Trevecca Authors Celebration, the openness of a professor to notice depression or a sudden disinterest, the mentoring of academic support personnel to relieve testing anxiety! It looks like residence directors, University employees, Plant Ops personnel, and others engaging students in life lessons. It looks like an admissions team raising the entrance standards as a truth-telling act. Rather than taking anyone’s money, we honestly confront them with their capacity for college work. It looks like the School of Graduate and Continuing Studies recognizing the learning differences of the 35-year-old mom with two kids working full time while trying to finish college.

We do this, not just for ourselves, and not just for our students, but for the sake of the world. Think of the educational possibilities that exist in the coming 12 months. As Christian educators, we will engage our students around world-altering issues such as the upcoming U.S. presidential election, immigration and the future of our undocumented neighbors, minority issues and the proper use of police force, ISIS and terrorism, cancer research, global warming, urban food production, a collapsing music industry model and the refugee crisis.

Can we as Christian educators keep going to class day after day in a world like this with 10-year-old notes and not educate students to live responsibly in this world, loving God, serving humankind? Academic excellence calls us to hard work in order to love our students as God loves us— so that we participate in the redemption of the world.

David Brooks, the NY Times columnist, spoke eloquently at the January CCCU Presidents’ Forum. His words encapsulate what I’m trying to say.

“Some Christian institutions adopt an adversarial posture toward the mainstream culture because things seem to be going against them. From my vantage point, it’s the exact opposite for you (CCCU institutions). You guys are the avant-garde of 21st century culture. You have what everybody else is desperate to have: a way of talking about and educating the human person in a way that integrates faith, emotion, and intellect. You have a recipe to nurture human beings who have a devoted heart, a courageous mind, and a purposeful soul. …

“For Christian universities, this holistic development is your bread and butter. This is the curriculum. This is the chapel service. This is the conversation students are having late at night. It’s lived out. Now, you in this room, have the Gospel. You have the example of Jesus Christ. You have the beatitudes; the fire of the Holy Spirit; you believe in a personal God who is still redeeming the world.

“Carrying the Gospel is your central mission to your students, but that’s not all you have. You have a way of being that is not all about self. You have a counterculture to the excessive individualism of our age. You offer an ideal more fulfilling and more true and higher than the ideal of individual autonomy. You offer lessons in the art of commitment.

“… A commitment is falling in love with something and then building a structure of behavior around it for those moments when love falters. It arises as a deep sensation of certainty, a moral and spiritual sensation that something is right, that you’ve been called to something.” (David Brooks, “The Cultural Value of Christian Higher Education,” Advance Magazine, CCCU)