Asleep at the Switch

Donald Trump is a fascist. He will abuse and misuse his authority to get what he wants. He will incite violence to advance his nationalistic goals. If we don’t get that by now, we never will. We should have seen it coming, but we (and a lot of other people) were asleep at the switch. The result is a train wreck of stunning proportion.

Every time the occupant engaged in some outrageous behavior we commented, “This must be the worst he can do.” Then he would go on and do something more outrageous and we would be surprised yet again. And while we were surprised, we (and a lot of other people) were largely silent, with the exception of our griping to sympathetic friends and family.

It amounts to appeasing the fascists. And appeasing fascists never works. Lack of accountability and the absence of social push back are green lights for fascist behavior. We saw the result of all our green lights on Wednesday. Green light number one: failing to impeach. The cowardly actions of the occupant’s republican cronies missed a critical opportunity to put a stake in the heart of his fascist behavior. Green light number two: armed protesters in Michigan who threatened to kidnap the governor, all because of COVID 19 restrictions. Green light number three: the occupant’s failure to accept the results of the election.

His increasingly violent rhetoric about baseless claims of election fraud incited his supporters who are largely white supremacists and politically motivated evangelicals. His inflammatory rhetoric at Wednesday’s rally was gasoline on the flames of white supremacy already burning strong and hot.

Make no mistake; the main participants in this growing fascist movement are white supremacists, conspiracy theorists and far-right political groups. The Proud Boys’ major tenet is chauvinism. Organizers of the Jericho marches encouraged church members to organize, protest and pray for the defeated president. Oath Keepers is one of the largest radical anti-government groups in the US today, according to the Southern Poverty Law Centre. The Three Percenters is a paramilitary militia style group with anti-Muslim, anti-government views. Many members of these far right groups are also church members.

What all these groups have in common is that they have co-opted Christian symbols into their platforms, logos and propaganda. This poses an urgent question for people of faith. Will we continue to be asleep at the switch, or will we finally address the hideous intertwining of Christianity and white supremacy? It is the biggest cultural accommodation of Christianity. Racism is a pillar in the very structure that supports American Christianity and our country.

Robert P. Jones in his book, White too Long, writes “Most white Christian churches have protected white supremacy by dressing it in theological garb, giving it a home in a respected institution and calibrating it to local sensibilities.”

He goes on to note that two theological constructs contribute. First, sin as an individual matter completely ignores larger issues of institutional racism and second, an emphasis on a personal relationship with Jesus contributes to protecting the status quo.

How did the radical movement of justice started by Jesus morph into an institution that maintains the status quo?

Many will protest, “Our church isn’t racist.” That is a lie. Black and Brown people are the exception and not the rule in most white churches. People fall all over themselves to welcome people of color when they visit, but continue to ignore the systemic and personal expressions of racism that permeate the church.

Jim Wallis of the Sojourners community notes that “nothing less than the very centrality of biblical truth is at stake here.” Racism is a biblical abomination. White nationalism is a co-opting of the faith that distorts the heart of the gospel.

The deafening silence of people of faith in the face of white nationalism and fascism is one assurance it will continue to grow. Nothing is more important than hearing from pulpits everywhere that this is wrong and we need to deal with it. If we fail in this task the church loses all moral, theological and social authority to speak about anything.

It does not all rest with church leadership and preachers, though they are instrumental in moving the conversation forward. Each of us must do our own personal work with racism. It lives in us, we need to discover where and how. Layla F. Saad’s book, Me and White Supremacy (which I reviewed here) is a good place to start.

An attempted coup by white supremacists must be our wake up call. Unsuccessful coups are often the prelude to successful ones. It is high time the church and its people found the moral courage to do the work the gospel commands, to preach and teach and live lives of justice and love for all people. We can no longer pay lip service to these tenets; we must dig deep and find the pockets of fear and racism that live within us all.

We can no longer afford to be asleep at the switch.

There is Hope for the Rest of Us

When Christmas is safely put away until next year, Epiphany appears. It is the Twelfth Day of Christmas without the drummers drumming, the lords a-leaping and strange women milking cows in your living room.

Traditionally it marks the time when the Wise Men showed up. In a broader sense it is the day that marks the appearing of the Christ child to the Gentiles. I like to think of it as a day that celebrates those who show up late and bring strange gifts. If there is room for them in the manger and if the Holy can appear to these mercurial characters from far away, there is hope for the rest of us.

“Epiphany” means appearing. The online Miriam Webster Dictionary defines it as “a sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something” or “an intuitive grasp of reality through something such as an event, usually simple and striking.”

This is a hopeful thing.

At the end of Christmas, tacked on almost as an afterthought, is the promise that if we missed finding the Holy in all the hoopla that usually attends the season, there is hope for us. For those of us who look for burning bushes to show God’s presence and instead find glowing twigs, this holiday is for us.

This odd little holiday is the promise of finding the Holy in the ordinariness of life. It is the promise of being surprised by the graciousness of God in the predictable work-a-day world that defines most of our lives. We stumble through our days, either expecting a burning bush or not expecting anything at all, and instead we are surprised by something simple that we suddenly see as extraordinary.

It is the cardinal that lights on the bird feeder and brightens the dull winter sky. It is the gentle snow shower that coats the trees and reminds us of winter’s beauty. It is the moment when an act of kindness, an unexpected compliment, or a smile reminds us that in the midst of all the jerks that inhabit this world there are more kind people, more loving people, more gracious people than we usually think.

It’s easy to give too much air to all that is negative and fan the flames of cynicism and discouragement. Epiphany is the invitation to open our eyes to the simple, profound appearances of the holy that surround us every day.

If, as the Psalmist tells us, “the earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof…” then anything can occasion the holy in our days. It is a matter of training our awareness to see with different eyes. The glowing twigs are as much an occasion of the holy as are the burning bushes. Their appearing is an invitation to discover (literally to “uncover”) the holy in the midst of the ordinary.

Cultivating such a discipline is also a way to ground us in what is most important. The greatest meaning of life is not found in the occasional spectacular moments, but the everyday moments that surprise and remind us of the Holy in the midst of our everyday lives.

There is never an appearance of the Holy that does not point toward God’s greater purposes and dreams for our world and all that is in it. In other words, there is a justice and righteousness component to God’s appearing.   These every day revelations of the Divine are a reminder that God has an agenda for us as people of faith. These glowing twigs are the reminder that we are part of a larger conspiracy of wholeness and justice for the world and for its people.

It begins in us when we are surprised, even astonished, by the beauty of the holy in the homeless person panhandling on the corner; you know the one you look away from so your eyes don’t meet. That person is a beloved child of God, a face of the Holy waiting to astonish us into the truth that we are one human family.

The cardinal that lands on the bird feeder is the herald that we are stewards of this great creation.  The dusting of snow is the harbinger of either a season of drought or abundance; each reminds us that global climate change is real. We cannot enjoy the bounty of the earth without being reminded that we are its caregivers and stewards.

Happy Epiphany. May your days be filled with glowing twigs and surprising appearances of the Holy.