The first congregation I served as a priest
was Christ Church, Macon, Georgia.
In the mid-19th century, the rector, Mr. Reese,
was of the Protestant persuasion;
until he spent a sabbatical studying with Anglo-Catholic Bishop Onterdonk.
When Mr. Reese returned to Macon, he put candles on the altar.
The uproar was -- well -- uproarious.
In the end, Mr. Reese and half the congregation
left Christ Church and set up shop as St. Paul’s across town.
The plot line is too familiar to be of interest,
except for the endnote.
By the time I got to Macon in 1990,
Christ Church had become the high church in town,
and St. Paul’s was rigidly Anglo-Presbyterian.
We were playing that same uproar game
in 1555 with the Oxford Martyrs.
But it didn’t start there and it hasn’t ended yet.
Recently, the battle lines have not been
high versus low as often as left versus right.
But it’s the same game.
We heat the pot up to a level 4 or 5 conflict boil.
Level 4, in Alban Institute categories, means someone has to leave.
Level 5 means after they leave we track them down and kill them.
So we ratchet up the emotionality.
Then someone stomps out of the room
in a melodramatic imitation of Martin Luther,
as if their stomping proves their integrity.
And the other side says “good riddance.”
I say this as a hard truth, but I swear I speak it in love.
I challenge anyone to seriously read the Epistle to the Philippians
or 1st Corinthians, either one, but Philippians is more explicit.
Read Philippians and explain to me how this mutual intolerance
for each other accords with Apostolic Christian Faith.
“I appeal to you,” Paul said, “make my joy complete
by being of a single mind, one in love. . . .
Let your behavior be free of murmuring and complaining. . . .
I urge Euodia and I urge Syntyche to come
to an agreement in the Lord.
And I ask Syzygus to really be a partner and help them. . . . .
Have the same mind in you that was in Christ Jesus . . . .
who humbled himself to become servant of all.”
In Galatians, Paul lists partisan spirit as a work of the flesh,
which corresponds to Ego or concupiscence,
which in Augustine equates with original sin.
From Paul’s and Augustine’s perspective
our dogmatic convictions look like pretexts
for the assertion of our own egocentric wills.
Our certainty that we are right justifies
our aggression against our brothers and sisters in Christ.
High and low, left and right are all equally susceptible
to that partisan spirit.
This Fall my own seminary is self-destructing
as students are caught in the crossfire of mutual power plays.
Each side appears confident of its own righteousness.
Today, with God’s help, they may find a way forward.
We prepare for General Convention by drawing battle lines
over who gets power over what little piece of turf.
The inveterate obstacle to our becoming the Body of Christ
is the power of sin to skew our view
of the very nature of Truth itself.
We arrogantly and irreverently act as if Truth is something we can grasp,
and use as a weapon to assert our wills over someone else.
The poetry of Jorge Luis Borges, however, celebrates the way
Ideas bounce against each other striking sparks
In the darkness.
To Borges, no idea in itself captures truth.
Truth is the spark struck when ideas collide.
More accurately, ideas are at best partial truths.
But when we strike them against each other like subatomic particles
in a nuclear reactor,
the collision emits a light, the light of Christ..
For example, Rebecca Goldstein’s clever book, Plato At The Googleplex,
convinces me that Plato and Socrates were not Platonists.
They did not intend the things they said
to add up to a comprehensive system.
They were striking ideas against each other like flint and steel.
This axiomatic Epistemology 101 runs
from Augustine and Dionysius the Aereopagite
to Marin Heidegger and Paul Ricoeur.
Once we clear on this, all sorts of things fall into place.
Ideas are linguistic constructs that contain only partial truths,
but the interplay of ideas sheds a larger light.
That’s why the Hebrew Scriptures
do not present a sustained religious teaching
but rather, as Walter Brueggemann says,
they are an ongoing argument between conflicting
visions of God and human life.
That’s why Jesus didn’t come out and say,
in some direct, comprehensible way,
“This is how it is” – but rather spoke
in zinger stories that leave us scratching our heads.
Jesus didn’t give us mind-closing final answers because
the Body of Christ is “a learning community.”
We learn from the interplay of multiple viewpoints,
not from monotonous group-think conformity
Look at the disciples Jesus assembled
-- Zealot rebels and Roman collaborator tax collectors,
sinners and Pharisaic moralists, mystics and fishermen,
Greeks, Galileans, Judeans, and Canaanites.
It was an assembly of the mismatched and wrongheaded,
all of whom called him” Rabboni,” “Teacher,”
not because he told them how it was
but because he made them think fresh thoughts,
‘ and see the world through new eyes.
Jesus challenged dogmas with his parables,
so they killed him;
much as Athens killed Socrates
for asking too many questions.
We need the cross, the stake, and the vial of hemlock
to prevent at any cost
the interplay of ideas that might light the world up.
The concupiscent partisan spirit that drove Catholics and Protestants
to torture and kill each other in centuries past
is desperately anxious to keep the subatomic particles
segregated in their own safe silos,
lest they collide and emit the disturbing light of truth.
You see, friends, the easy harmony of like-mindedness
does not challenge our egos.
The easy harmony of like-mindedness will not sanctify us.
When St. John of the Cross said,
“God has so ordained that we are sanctified
through the frail instrumentality of each other,”
he meant we are sanctified by learning to love
those who are the most disturbingly different
We need each other.
We need each other for the sake of our own sanctification.
We need each other in order to be the Body of Christ.
I confess I did not always like my seminary class.
Truly most of us did not want to be there.
Most of us wanted to be at a different seminary
that was more pure from the perspective
of a particular faction of the Church.
The liberals wanted to be at EDS.
The conservatives wanted to be at Trinity, etc.
But their bishops had not let them.
So there we were – thrown up against each other in my class.
My own bias, as an ex-Southern Baptist, was against fundamentalism.
Sure enough there was a died-in-the-wool fundamentalist in my class.
Her presence made me very uncomfortable
and I don’t think she was any happier to have me around.
We did a lot of small group work in those days.
And sure enough, God so ordained that she was
in every single one of my small groups for three years.
By the end of the third year, we understood each other
a little better and liked each other a great deal.
Jesus said the kingdom of heaven is like a big net
that catches all kinds of fish.
I suppose the angels may sort us out some day.
But not now. And it will never – never, ever -- be our job
to do the sorting,
either by driving someone out or stomping out ourselves.
Our calling is just to be all kinds of fish,
caught up together in the net of grace,
all of us good, all of us bad,
all of us essential to one another.