Defend immigrants and welcome strangers are prominent Biblical calls. Yet, a 2010 Pew Forum survey reports that 88% of white Evangelicals’ views on immigration are primarily influenced by concerns other than Christian faith.
Only 16% of white evangelicals had heard about immigration from their pastor or other clergy. Why do these Biblical themes have just a minor influence on white evangelical views?
During Church Between Borders workshops participants offer a different response. They are astounded by the level of dysfunction in U.S. immigration policy. “No one has ever told me about this,” is a common reflection. Minor debates about how the OT word “immigrant” might apply to current issues dissipate and the Micah 6:8 words, “do justice,” come into focus.
To preach about justice within the context of our broken immigration system requires recognizing two dynamics that bring about justice in the Old Testament. The Hebrew word for justice is mispat--it is about taking action and rendering to others their due. The Hebrew word for righteousness is sedeq. It is an attribute of being pure or right--it often refers to the condition of one’s heart.
First, change only comes for the most vulnerable when people with influence are willing to speak up in the face of the status quo.
Second, invite the congregation to take time to give the facts a chance. The Emergency Immigration Act of 1921 was supposed to be a temporary measure, but it proved to be a permanent turning point. Previous to 1921 5-10,000 immigrants per day passed through Ellis Island. Currently, the quota for low skilled workers is set at 5,000 per year.
Trying to understand every justice issue is a tall order. But when the food we eat and even the grapes for our communion wine come through the hands of immigrants, who were never truly offered a feasible way to enter the U.S. legally, we do well to invite our congregations to listen to facts and their stories.
In Christian Principles for Immigration Reform Michael Gerson suggests three very specific principles for having a right heart. One of the principles says, “Whatever our policy views, the dehumanization of undocumented workers is not an option.”
The full article is available here
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Call To Worship: Lives Of Service (based on 2 Corinthians 5:20)
based on Worship Connection
by Nancy C Townley
God, guide our lives in service to your world. Make us ambassadors of hope and promise. God, open our eyes. Help us to see your world as you see it. Open our hearts and our spirits to follow your path. Help us to be people who bring good news to those bound by the chains of injustice.
Come, let us worship God, who sets things right; who makes all things new. Let us praise God with joyful hearts.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Small and Mighty: Hints of The Kingdom - Kayla McClurg in Inward/Outward
God’s reality is like . . . a tiny seed, yeast hidden in flour, treasure buried and found again, a pearl nesting deep within the sea. Barely noticed, yet potent and life-changing.
Each of us has brief encounters, whispers in the night, seeds of ‘something more’ that get beneath our surface and are uncovered again and again. They become an integral part of us yet are never fully comprehended. They call to us, Wake up! God’s kingdom is here. Once we see them, we are never the same again.
One such seed for me was planted by a little girl in Haiti. Despite the concrete harshness of her orphanage home, despite the noise and chaos and the other children’s sicknesses, she was spirited and mischievous. She darted from room to room chasing the other children, tripping them, springing out from around corners, stealing away whatever they might have found, a bit of string, a pebble. She seemed always to be plotting her next point of attack. She tied the 83-year-old volunteer’s shoelaces together and then hid nearby to watch. Greatly perturbed was she that I noticed and rescued the dear lady.
At lunchtime she and the other kids rushed to find places on the floor to get their bowls of mushy beans. It was the only time all day that quiet descended. This was serious business. A couple of minutes later I saw her eyes begin to scan the room and land on a weaker girl whose food was rapidly disappearing. I could tell she was up to something, and I wondered if I should intervene. Sure enough, before the smaller girl could finish her food, the ornery one made her move. What happened next is the pearl that now nests within me. How she dived upon the girl, not to grab her food away but to scrape out the final portion of her own beans into that nearly empty bowl. How she sat back, still hungry but smiling with satisfaction as the smaller girl continued to eat.
How tiny are the hints of the realm we live toward and in. They are nearly hidden, like yeast mixing into the bread of our lives, rising small and mighty. Not to be fully understood but forever rediscovered.
What is hidden, and rising now, within you?
The full article is available here
Each of us has brief encounters, whispers in the night, seeds of ‘something more’ that get beneath our surface and are uncovered again and again. They become an integral part of us yet are never fully comprehended. They call to us, Wake up! God’s kingdom is here. Once we see them, we are never the same again.
One such seed for me was planted by a little girl in Haiti. Despite the concrete harshness of her orphanage home, despite the noise and chaos and the other children’s sicknesses, she was spirited and mischievous. She darted from room to room chasing the other children, tripping them, springing out from around corners, stealing away whatever they might have found, a bit of string, a pebble. She seemed always to be plotting her next point of attack. She tied the 83-year-old volunteer’s shoelaces together and then hid nearby to watch. Greatly perturbed was she that I noticed and rescued the dear lady.
At lunchtime she and the other kids rushed to find places on the floor to get their bowls of mushy beans. It was the only time all day that quiet descended. This was serious business. A couple of minutes later I saw her eyes begin to scan the room and land on a weaker girl whose food was rapidly disappearing. I could tell she was up to something, and I wondered if I should intervene. Sure enough, before the smaller girl could finish her food, the ornery one made her move. What happened next is the pearl that now nests within me. How she dived upon the girl, not to grab her food away but to scrape out the final portion of her own beans into that nearly empty bowl. How she sat back, still hungry but smiling with satisfaction as the smaller girl continued to eat.
How tiny are the hints of the realm we live toward and in. They are nearly hidden, like yeast mixing into the bread of our lives, rising small and mighty. Not to be fully understood but forever rediscovered.
What is hidden, and rising now, within you?
The full article is available here
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Conscious Christianity: Abraham Kuypers - James Bratt in The Banner
Kuyper was big on boring down to first principles—uncovering the unspoken assumptions we bring to our thinking and practice.
Abraham Kuyper called Christians to live out their core conviction as Reformed believers: that God is Lord of all things, and that we live unto God’s glory. Plus he showed them that, in the modern world, living by these convictions meant more than being faithful in the traditional areas of church, family, and personal life. It entailed politics and higher education.
It meant revisiting and holding yourself accountable to the core principle of loving your neighbor as yourself in a new world where you suddenly had a wider expanse of neighbors living in unprecedented conditions; applying it to labor conditions in factories, international trade, the claims of rival ideologies and visions for society.
His movement’s slogan was “being Christian in all areas of life."And it’s come down to us today as being “agents of renewal,” “seeking shalom,” and so forth. On top of that, Kuyper regularly repeated that, while the modern world had plenty of features to cause fear, it also offered plenty of opportunities for holistic Christian witness.
Kuyper was big on boring down to first principles—uncovering the unspoken assumptions we bring to our thinking and practice. He wanted Christians to become conscious of these and conform them more and more to biblical principles and the “ordinances” (laws) that he saw stemming out of God’s original creation of the world.
His was a principled pluralism; it’s not just that we can’t but we shouldn’t want to use the force of law to privilege our convictions. Rather, we try to persuade others that the fruit of Christian convictions will serve the common good that they and we share together. This is possible because of Kuyper’s famous and quite expansive concept of common grace.
By means of his other principle, which hasn’t been noticed as much. Kuyper was a strong communitarian. Each individual has rights and liberties, yes, but society (and churches) must not be regarded as a collection of individuals, he’d say. We find our meaning, our health, our safety, our opportunities as parts of living social bodies.
The full article is available here
Friday, July 18, 2014
Sunday, July 13, 2014
The Soul's Soil - Kayla McClurg in inward/outward
The realm of which Jesus speaks requires a more radical renovation—totally new soil.
Varied is the ground of our being. Much of the soul’s soil is packed hard on paths of worry and hurry as we pace from one cause to another, one appointment to another, one bill to another, our brains plodding the same old anxious grooves.
When the seeds of a new idea, a fresh perspective, a creative impulse, come—and oh, my friend, they do—are we apt even to take notice, let alone act, before they are gobbled up by the familiar urgencies that make their endless rounds?
Other soil eagerly envelops fresh seeds, forever craving the new project, the provocative idea, the sizzle and dazzle of the untried. How alluring, the sudden blossoming of new endeavors! How clever and intelligent we seem as we promote topics we have barely studied but about which we have astute opinions.
See how we gravitate toward being respected and admired? The adrenaline spike of the new suits us well. Please, not the slow deepening of roots for us. Not the dark anonymous soil of the soul.
The realm of which Jesus speaks requires a more radical renovation—totally new soil. Richness beyond compare, yielding a different bounty. Soil that consumes and renews. Soil that endures.
The full article is available here
Varied is the ground of our being. Much of the soul’s soil is packed hard on paths of worry and hurry as we pace from one cause to another, one appointment to another, one bill to another, our brains plodding the same old anxious grooves.
When the seeds of a new idea, a fresh perspective, a creative impulse, come—and oh, my friend, they do—are we apt even to take notice, let alone act, before they are gobbled up by the familiar urgencies that make their endless rounds?
Other soil eagerly envelops fresh seeds, forever craving the new project, the provocative idea, the sizzle and dazzle of the untried. How alluring, the sudden blossoming of new endeavors! How clever and intelligent we seem as we promote topics we have barely studied but about which we have astute opinions.
See how we gravitate toward being respected and admired? The adrenaline spike of the new suits us well. Please, not the slow deepening of roots for us. Not the dark anonymous soil of the soul.
The realm of which Jesus speaks requires a more radical renovation—totally new soil. Richness beyond compare, yielding a different bounty. Soil that consumes and renews. Soil that endures.
The full article is available here
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Benediction - Grieving Honors The Value of What Was Lost (based on John 11:35)
So as we approach this week, may we love God and each other and live life fully in the both the messiness
and the beauty of this world.
Go in peace.
Reflection and Renewal: Grief That Leads To Repentance (based on Matthew 5:4)
Jesus said, "Blessed are those who mourn ... for they shall be comforted."
But we often flee the grief that leads to repentance. Instead, we seek comfort in possessions, prestige and power for ourselves only. Let us not be impatient under our own burdens and unconcerned about the burdens of others, as though we are not all interconnected and interdependent.
Help us, Lord, to be among those who mourn what is unfair and unjust. May we join you in your sadness for all that's wrong and broken in this world. When others are in mourning, may they find our comfort as an answer to their prayers. When we are in mourning, makes us aware of and open to your comfort through others.
What a blessing it is to give and receive grace. Thank you for that endless source of mercy, God. We give you thanks.
Amen.
But we often flee the grief that leads to repentance. Instead, we seek comfort in possessions, prestige and power for ourselves only. Let us not be impatient under our own burdens and unconcerned about the burdens of others, as though we are not all interconnected and interdependent.
Help us, Lord, to be among those who mourn what is unfair and unjust. May we join you in your sadness for all that's wrong and broken in this world. When others are in mourning, may they find our comfort as an answer to their prayers. When we are in mourning, makes us aware of and open to your comfort through others.
What a blessing it is to give and receive grace. Thank you for that endless source of mercy, God. We give you thanks.
Amen.
Call To Worship based on Psalm 30
God, you were there with me in the midst of my trouble. I was down and out and it felt like the weight of my grief and pain were more than I could ever bare.
But when I cried for help, it was your grace that held me up and steadied my feet to rescue me. Even though I wept because it was like dark night in my soul, your joy came like the sunrise in the morning.
Now, my mournful silence has been replaced by singing. I can't keep silent because my sorrow has been turned into joy. Once again, you were faithful, trustworthy and gracious God.
I am forever grateful.
But when I cried for help, it was your grace that held me up and steadied my feet to rescue me. Even though I wept because it was like dark night in my soul, your joy came like the sunrise in the morning.
Now, my mournful silence has been replaced by singing. I can't keep silent because my sorrow has been turned into joy. Once again, you were faithful, trustworthy and gracious God.
I am forever grateful.
A Lament For Immigration Reform - Kris Van Engen in Do Justice.
Nehemiah could not ignore the dangerous state of the city he loved. The gates had been burned. So, Nehemiah spoke to his king and asked for permission to go and rebuild the city.
This plan sparked fear in the land. Opponents immediately took action to thwart the plans of Nehemiah. They undermined the rebuilding process in every creative way possible—they sent made-up messages to public officials, mocked workers, schemed to stop progress, and threatened Nehemiah’s life.
Nehemiah held onto his vision and refused to give up. He asked the inhabitants of the city to focus on rebuilding their own backyards. In a surprising amount of time the city was rebuilt.
We speak for immigration reform in our own backyards. It has nothing to do with political timeframes or on-again off-again media storylines. To us immigration reform will never be dead until we can look in our own communities and see an immigration system that keeps families together and gives workers a chance at legal status.
This work for reform is a noble cause. We do it hand in hand with real people, neighbors, who we love. We are not alone in our efforts. Let’s keep praying with courage. Let’s keep focused on the work in our own backyard and let’s persist in speaking to our lawmakers until we see reform.
The full article is available here
The full article is available here
Monday, July 7, 2014
A Lament for Immigration Reform - Kate Kooyman in Do Justice
I'm happy sowing those seeds when we're close to our goal; but when I need to take the long view, when I need to pick up my bag of seeds and keep sowing in spite of the sure truth that nothing is going to grow, I get weary.
We had a hard week, justice seekers. John Boehner announced that immigration reform isn't going to happen this year. Though we have the votes to pass a bill, a bill won't come to a vote.
Families suffering separation, farmers under the stress of a 70% illegal workforce, communities bearing the strain of the thousands of traumatized children seeking safety...all this will continue. Immigrants will continue to bear the weight of this injustice.
We had a hard week, justice seekers. John Boehner announced that immigration reform isn't going to happen this year. Though we have the votes to pass a bill, a bill won't come to a vote.
Families suffering separation, farmers under the stress of a 70% illegal workforce, communities bearing the strain of the thousands of traumatized children seeking safety...all this will continue. Immigrants will continue to bear the weight of this injustice.
It's hard for me to be a Christian in these times. I'm happy sowing those seeds when we're close to our goal; but when I need to take the long view, when I need to pick up my bag of seeds and keep sowing in spite of the sure truth that nothing is going to grow, I get weary.
I'd rather throw down that bag and cry. I'd rather argue with the God who is in control of all of this, convince God that the time is now. The seeds are good. The soil is ready. Do something.
I'd rather throw down that bag and cry. I'd rather argue with the God who is in control of all of this, convince God that the time is now. The seeds are good. The soil is ready. Do something.
I'd rather demand that river of justice than sit around singing about it. Find someone to weep with today, friends of justice. But sow those seeds.
The full article is available here
The full article is available here
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Finding Rest - Kayla McClurg in inward/outward
We even change our ideas about God to match our current moods. The God of our making rarely gets to be simply who God is, any more than we get to be who we are.
We are rarely satisfied. We tend to be continually busy yet jealously guard our down time. We are both generous and self-serving, overly confident and doubting.
We are buried in things and see more that we want. We want to join the dance; we want to be a recluse. We judge ourselves and yet are slow to change.
We want, we know not what. Anything other than the way it is.
We are a bit like those spoken of in the scriptures: “We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we wailed, and you did not mourn. John came neither eating nor drinking, and they say, ‘He has a demon’; the Son of Man came eating and drinking, and they say, ‘Look, a glutton and a drunkard.’” We are rarely satisfied.
We even change our ideas about God to match our current moods. The God of our making rarely gets to be simply who God is, any more than we get to be who we are.
Jesus knows us well. He knows what we want and what we need, and he knows what a heavy load we have made of our lives. So he says, “Come to me, all of you who are weary of carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.”
How will he do this? Oddly enough, by putting something more upon us—his yoke, which he says is easy, and his burden, which he says is light. Not weighted by a lack of satisfaction, a tendency to criticize and want always more, his burden is made light by being carried together. Yoked to him the weight is evenly dispersed; we walk in balance, steady, no longer swayed by mood. We begin to know what it is to be satisfied. We find rest for our souls.
The full article is available here
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