Rules

So tonight I'm doing the Salvation Army thing, serving out some coffee and chatting with people and this theme of rules came up in two of my conversations and I feel like there's something about that. I'll start typing and we'll see what we figure out.

The conversation was with a man I talked to last week. He's a Christian, very sensible and well spoken. He started a conversation by asking me about the rules of fasting for Lent. If you should eat meat on Sundays and what not. I started to share everything I know about ways of practicing Lent; the differences between Catholic and liturgical Protestant ways of doing things. He said something to the effect of "I just want to know the rules. I think it's good to follow them." Then I talked about how there's not really rules, even in the Church there are different ways of practicing Lent. And we can't overlook the words of the prophet Isaiah: (do yourself a favor and read the whole chapter)

Isaiah 58

"5 Is this the kind of fast I have chosen,
only a day for a man to humble himself?
Is it only for bowing one's head like a reed
and for lying on sackcloth and ashes?
Is that what you call a fast,
a day acceptable to the LORD ?
6 "Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
to loose the chains of injustice
and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the oppressed free
and break every yoke?

So yeah, fasting isn't a show. It isn't an end in itself. It's a means to an end. The "rule" of fasting, as my friend put it, is only a way to come to a deeper understanding of our need for God. However, the rules that we choose to follow or not follow for the season of Lent tell something about who we are.

Okay, so then I run into another friend who I hadn't seen in a year. I barely remembered his story. He remembered me though. And he started telling me about his life. He had gotten drunk the other night and woke up to find himself detained by the police. He's lost all his stuff, and is pretty fed up with life on the streets right now. We started talking about his options, and I mentioned the SD Rescue Mission as a possible way out. "No I couldn't do that. I couldn't handle all the curfews and stuff. All the rules." I thought about that a bit and we talked about it some more. I pointed out that in my life, there were choices that I make and as a result there are certain rules and obligations I have to follow. For example to stay in the nursing program I have to maintain a certain GPA, to stay in my house I have to pay rent. However, he revealed to me that when you live on the street, you have a new reality. There are no rules; the only rule is survive. As long as you don't mess with people's turf, you pretty much come and go as you please. It's hard to make that transition back to understanding the value of rules for survival and life in society outside the streets.

So I'm thinking about rules; about how our rules dictate our reality. Or vice versa. There are rules, obligations, orders, that keep us committed to what we do. Our rules and commitments are means for upward mobility and growth, but they also define our growth; they identify those who are able and those who are unable. In some ways that is a good thing. I do not want to visit a doctor who has not followed the rules in attaining her position as a doctor. The classes she passed, the clinical work she did identify her as a professional, more worthy to assess and aid my health than the person who bags my groceries (more often than not). Granted however, it is not the following the rules that makes someone a good doctor, just a licenced one.

In the same way, my friend who doubts his ability to follow the Rescue Mission's rules has his identity as one who is unable to cope with the realities of living in what we call functional society. Those rules separate him from me.

So I'm not saying rules are bad, I am just saying that we have to be aware of the rules we follow. We have to be aware of how the rules that we follow define who we are and who we are not. We have to love people despite what rules they follow.

And ironically these two conversations come full circle to reveal the real rule. There are rules like fasting, tithing, praying, but the rule that sums up all other rules is to LOVE. Especially remember to love those who do not and/or cannot follow the rules.

^"Then your light will break forth like the dawn,
and your healing will quickly appear;
then your righteousness will go before you,
and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard."

Lent

Lent starts this Wednesday (Ash Wednesday), Feb 17. Lent is a time where we focus on the imitation of Christ's suffering and passion on the cross.

It becomes clear as we're reading the gospels that Jesus is not a superhero content with gallantly meeting the needs of people. Christ's life on earth was about being obedient to the Father. The Father is surely concerned with the plight of people who are poor, imprisoned, orphaned, undocumented, widowed, addicted, depressed, and ultimately poor in spirit; and I'm convinced that it is impossible to follow God without caring for the needs of others. Yet Jesus did not come to earth to start a non-profit. Jesus came to earth to show us obedience to God. In Jesus's life we see the love of the Father for humanity revealed to us by sending Jesus, his son, to die on the cross.
The cross is a struggle for every disciple to understand. It may even be true to say that the cross was a bit of a struggle for Jesus to understand. Why did Jesus have to die on the cross? If God is all-powerful than there should be no need for God to jump through hoops to save God's people. I can't reason it out any other way than to say that God chose to have Jesus die on the cross out of love for humanity. For the Jews living in Rome, a picture of God's Son dying on the cross was an image that could lead them to begin to understand the mystery of God's love for people. In our response of faith to the faithfulness of the Son we are saved.

The image of the cross is something that doesn't necessarily translate to our culture today. We have no capital punishment that quite equates and we've lost an understanding of atoning sacrifices. In spite of all that we come this week to the season of Lent. The 40 days leading up to Holy Week where Jesus suffers on the cross.

Lent then is our chance to echo St. Paul's words to the church in Philippi:

"I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead."

So in this time we fast from something in attempts to be reminded of God's sacrifice. This is a time where we as the church can live with the disciples in the second half of the gospels as we seek to understand what it means that Christ would die. In advent, we anticipate the joy that comes with God's coming. We can see why that is exciting. Lent is a little more somber. We join with the disciples not really getting it. It is a time where we seek to understand. It is a time when we walk on the road to Emmaus and find ourselves surprised. Our eyes are opened, and we find our hearts burning within us. Christ is risen! The scriptures are opened to us! Now I get it! I didn't see this coming! But hallelujah Christ is risen! The mystery is being revealed!

Burrito Love

Well it's been a while since I posted something on here. I'd like to get back into it, but until then feast your eyes on this poem. I won a free dinner for 2 to chipotle! (not because it was any good but merely because I entered the contest). But this was fun. "Who will you take to chipotle?" you may be asking yourself...well it depends on how nice you are to me!

Burrito Love

Yes, I see you burrito

From the outside you're not much to look at

A large, bland tortilla

White and somewhat crusty...

But I see what's within

Hot and steamy beans

covered shamelessly with cheddar cheese

please!

You tempt me with your foreign rice

and sexy spice

and oh! I know!

Cilantro!

Carne Asada

Send me to Tiajuana.

Salsa and guacamole,

I'll pass on posole

and just say "si" to your

burrito love.