Introducing his sermon on Sunday, the pastor made a comment, reviewing Easter week, and pointing into the 50 days of Easter coming up. Did I know Easter has 50 days? Not sure, but yes, and then he said … the Glory of God is the way God chose to give himself away. Hmmm. What? God gives himself away? But yes, the whole Easter story was about that. It was all upside down. Sacrificial. Our God was betrayed by his friends and killed by his enemies. He gave himself up! And it turns out that in sacrifice and giving ourselves away life works best! That is what God was showing us. That clinging to whatever it is … self image, ego, career, or property … is not the way to life; … in fact, usually it leads to unhappiness and tension and often too, on massive scales to endless turmoil and violence with long shadows.
I wonder about this: does God giving himself away relate to how we own or give away the message of The Christ. Was it ever ours to give away? Someone else’s? Everyone’s? And then I wonder what would have happened if, early on, say, 200 years ago, long after the Reformation, the now quite mission-minded church would have decided to give the church away, especially when missionizing other cultures, all of whom had their own experience of God? Meaning that interpretation might always have come from within the local experience? What if we had gone that way?
Over Easter week I attended several church services. They were all good, but also different. At an Inter-mennonite Good Friday service, we had a unique time together. A sombre event, we kept singing ‘were you there’, stopping between verses and scripture readings for 3-minute silences, meant for us to focus on the events of this day. Nine stops … but we german and swiss people are good at following a script and so … we did. At the end, as we were being dismissed, we were reminded to not visit too much on our way out, lest we too quickly moved past the seriousness of the crucifixion to our happier visiting. As we left, I wondered about the amount of planning that went into the service. A bold, creative event but the same service, I’m guessing, might not have worked the same way in some other cultures, nor should it.
At Thursday mass next door, just before Good Friday, there were small variations from the normal mass, but not many. To be sure, there were four priests (normally there is one plus the deacon) on stage, each with a small part, but otherwise, it was just mass. Communion with a brief homily. I never do have the sense that they worry very much about creativity. There are a lot of symbolic actions and rituals and a liturgy, pretty much always the same. We are there to to be reminded of a mystery. Of blank spaces. Of God among us and somewhere nearby. Same God as among the Mennonites but the Catholics go through an hour of motions they all seem to know by heart, lots of praying they also seem to know by heart, some singing … all to remind us that we don’t know very much about the big mystery, but that the God who is there loves us. They don’t spend much time trying to convince us, or themselves, of anything other than to be collectively reminded. What is also unique about this large gathering of people is that they come from all different cultures, races, and life experiences. When Kathy and I are there, we are part of a minority. Somehow, they have turned mass into a common-enough service that all these people keep coming to pay their respects in a worship service that probably hasn’t changed much in a thousand years.
I know that historically, around the world, the Catholic church has been guilty of a lot. Imposition. Tremendous trauma. Death. Indigenous people made to be expendable. Collusion with corrupt and cruel government. And all this in the name of Christ, who represents none of this. His ministry was not an imposition. There was sacrifice, service, humility, and invitation. And here, in 2023, in this weekly neighborhood mass, there is also humility and an invitation. I don’t sense that they would impose very much on anyone. Even the interpretation is brief. Still, I’m quite sure the ownership is very much at the Center. Up there in Rome and in their archives.
We Protestants spread the ownership around a lot more. Almost to the point of chaos. But we have doctrines we cling to. Many of them. That’s our stability. So I wonder what our world would be like if, for example, American evangelicals didn’t think that they own the Gospel to the extent that for them it’s apparently mostly white and theirs to turn into a militant, nationalist message. Race and nation based? Hardly Christlike. But when we own the message so completely, we should not be surprized that eventually we fit it into our own biases. It becomes ours to share. Ours to interpret. Even ours to impose.
Willi Horst, my most favorite and interesting missionary would say a lot about all this. Or, maybe he wouldn’t say anything at all. I only met Willi and Berti a couple of times in the mid 90s in Northern Argentina where they worked with the indigenous Toba. It was my introduction to what happens when we don’t make the Gospel message so much ours. Willi and Berti, having spent years among the Toba, had decided to do very little. Interventions, he once told me, can mess everything up. He and Berti did visit the villages and hosted Bible Studies. But they didn’t interpret for the Toba. Willi said he rarely preached. The Toba interpreted, Willi and Berti recorded what was said, and would then take the written interpretations back to the Toba. Kathy and I attended a late evening, under-the-stars service once with Willi and Berti. On the grass. Around a fire. People danced and music that went on and on. Very little there reminded me of ‘church’, but it was theirs and Willi and Berti, at least that evening, had no roles.
Once, I suggested at an MCC meeting, not long after we had returned from Bolivia … that maybe we should give the organization away. Let the people with whom we have worked around the world for a very long time, let them take it over. Kind of on their terms. It’s possible the whole organization would have dissolved itself into some kind of chaos. Or maybe, on the other hand, something amazingly inter-national, inter-cultural would have been born.
A young man wanted to become a pastor. My advice to him was, get all the training you want, but before you find a church to lead, go into northern Alberta and work in a saw mill or on an oil rig for 10 years. Then, by all means, find a church to lead. If I was asked today, I might add a caution about ownership. Don’t own the message too much. Let it be owned by the Holy Spirit and by the people you are with. And see what happens.