Holy Week 2014 Monday: The Servant, Servants, Sisters, and Slow Ministry
Old Testament Lection for Monday of Holy Week: Isaiah 42:1-9
1 But here is my servant, the one
I uphold;
my chosen, who brings me delight.
I’ve put my spirit upon him;
he will bring justice to the nations.
2 He won’t cry out or shout aloud
or make his voice heard in public.
3 He won’t break a bruised reed;
he won’t extinguish a faint wick,
but he will surely bring justice.
4 He won’t be extinguished or broken
until he has established justice in the land.
The coastlands await his teaching.
my chosen, who brings me delight.
I’ve put my spirit upon him;
he will bring justice to the nations.
2 He won’t cry out or shout aloud
or make his voice heard in public.
3 He won’t break a bruised reed;
he won’t extinguish a faint wick,
but he will surely bring justice.
4 He won’t be extinguished or broken
until he has established justice in the land.
The coastlands await his teaching.
5 God the Lord says—
the one who created the heavens,
the one who stretched them out,
the one who spread out the earth and its offspring,
the one who gave breath to its people
and life to those who walk on it—
6 I, the Lord, have called you for a good reason.
I will grasp your hand and guard you,
and give you as a covenant to the people,
as a light to the nations,
7 to open blind eyes, to lead the prisoners from prison,
and those who sit in darkness from the dungeon.
8 I am the Lord;
that is my name;
I don’t hand out my glory to others
or my praise to idols.
9 The things announced in the past—look—they’ve already happened,
but I’m declaring new things.
Before they even appear,
I tell you about them.
the one who created the heavens,
the one who stretched them out,
the one who spread out the earth and its offspring,
the one who gave breath to its people
and life to those who walk on it—
6 I, the Lord, have called you for a good reason.
I will grasp your hand and guard you,
and give you as a covenant to the people,
as a light to the nations,
7 to open blind eyes, to lead the prisoners from prison,
and those who sit in darkness from the dungeon.
8 I am the Lord;
that is my name;
I don’t hand out my glory to others
or my praise to idols.
9 The things announced in the past—look—they’ve already happened,
but I’m declaring new things.
Before they even appear,
I tell you about them.
We live in a “Giddy-up” world.
Faster is the new normal and fastest seems the only way to keep our
heads above water. I don’t have to tell
you that. We all know it in the fibers
of our exhausted bodies and weary souls.
Efficiency equals effectiveness. Yesterday is the due date for
everything. Ministry, or simply the
so-called “Christian life” is Christianity’s breathless version of this ramped-up
pace of living. Our lives are lived a “mile
wide and an inch deep.” We keep hustling
forward but towards what and why grows hazier and hazier the faster we run.
Some years ago, though, a new movement arose protesting our “fast”
lives. Starting, I suppose, with eating,
more and more people sought to recover the joy and meaning of life in moving “slower.” Slow-movements began to break out in many
areas of life seeking to rediscover a pace better suited to actually “living”
rather than simply moving through life. Small
and growing, yet still very much a minority report to the “blitzkrieg,” take no
prisoners grind we all experience, this “slow” movement in finding expression
in the one place it ought to have been the norm all the while – the church!
Year go, now, Asian theologian Kosuke Koyama shared his wonderful reflections
on the “Three Mile an Hour God” and called for a more human pace of life and
ministry. He was before his time,
however, and his call went largely unheeded. Now though, we have a “Slow Church”
movement taking root in various sectors of American Christianity. And this is one of the most heartening developments
in this barren landscape. My reflections
here seek to give some sense of what ministry in a Slow Church might look like.
In Isaiah 42 we learn that God has given our hyper-paced world a living,
breathing model of “slow” ministry. And
it is a “servant.” He has another name,
of course, but it is well for us simply to identify him as servant here. Perhaps “the” servant. This is the one through (and ultimately as)
whom God accomplishes his work of cosmic redemption. No small task that – and yet, well, let’s
listen again to how this servant does this “big, hairy, audacious” work of the
One who sent him.
2 He won’t cry out or shout aloud
or make his voice heard in public.
3 He won’t break a bruised reed;
he won’t extinguish a faint wick,
but he will surely bring justice.
4 He won’t be extinguished or broken
until he has established justice in the land.
or make his voice heard in public.
3 He won’t break a bruised reed;
he won’t extinguish a faint wick,
but he will surely bring justice.
4 He won’t be extinguished or broken
until he has established justice in the land.
He’s not all over social media promoting his cause. He doesn’t seek a public platform or
recognition. This servant has time for
people and relationships. Especially the
messy caring and healing relationships with the “bruised” and the “faint” who
often, in their needy ways require more time and energy that efficiency and
effectiveness would allot to them. Yet
in this slow and painstaking way, the servant par excellence finds himself sustained and strengthened to “establish
justice in the land” (and later in Isaiah we find the servant’s reach extends
to all the out-lying coastlands).
In his wonderful novel The
Last Western Thomas Klise gives us a memorable picture of what, to his
mind, genuine Christian ministry looks like.
And it is clearly a slow ministry.
The story is aboout an Irish-Indian-Negro-Chinese boy named
Willie. He grows up in abject poverty,
has unconquerable learning disabilities, but who displays a baseball skills that
is next to none. He has a freak pitch
that strikes out nearly every batter he faces.
He is discovered in his Houston slum and makes it to the Major
Leagues. Willie strikes out an astonishing
twenty-seven consecutive players, that’s every batter he faced, in his first
game. He’s a national celebrity. But
Willie quickly learns that he is but a commodity in hands of baseball
executives. They exploit him in every
way they can. Willie leaves baseball
when his home area in Houston explodes in riots. Back home Willie finds his family and friends
are dead, his home destroyed. He runs away to avoid the horror. He runs and runs. He collapse outside the
city and awakes to find himself in the care of the strangest group
imaginable. They are called “Silent
Servants of the Used, Abused and Utterly Screwed Up” and they bring Willie back
to health, in more ways than one. Here’s how Klise describes this community.
These Servants always choose to serve the poor, the lonely, the
despised, the outcast, the miserable and the misfit. Their mission is to demonstrate
to the unloved and unlovable that they are not abandoned, not left alone, not,
finally, expendable. These Servants throw themselves into situations of strife,
misfortune, and crisis. Where things are
falling apart is where they find their home. This Society of Silent Servants of the Used,
Abused and Utterly Screwed doesn’t worry about failing. For they have discovered that it is in
failure, in trouble, in the general breaking up of classes, stations, usual
conditions, normal routines that human hearts are open to the light of God's
mercy.
Sounds a bit like the servant of Isaiah 42, doesn’t it? Sounds like his practice of slow ministry,
huh?
Jane Christmas considers becoming a nun in her fifties, and her
reflection on her experience with some nuns in And Then There Were Nuns are worth pondering. She articulates their practice of prayer in
memorable fashion:
“The true work of a contemplative nun is praying. I had never
appreciated the power and intensity of prayer until I prayed with nuns.
“On the surface,
praying seems easy. Knit your eyebrows in concentrations, mutter a few words,
and then get on with your day. It’s not like that in a convent. Think of the
hardest job you could do—mining comes to my mind—and then imagine doing that in
silence and in a dress.
“Every day the sisters descended
into the Pit of the Soul, picked at
the seam of despair, sadness,
tragedy, death, sickness, grief, destruction, and poverty, loaded it all onto a cart marked
‘For God,’ and hauled it up from the depths of concern to the surface of mercy,
where they cleaned it and polished it. It was heavy, laborious
work.”
Slow ministry – it can look like this too!
Slow ministry, you see, is finally all about joy. The joy that enabled the servant embrace and
endure the horror and humiliation of the cross (Heb.12:2). The joy Klise portrays in the commitment of The
Silent Servants of the Used, Abused and Utterly Screwed Up. The joy that leads the nuns to the arduous
practice of prayer.
And such joy, paradoxically, comes from suffering. For, as Richard Rohr says, “Suffering is the only thing strong enough to destabilize the
imperial ego. It has to be led to the edge of its own resources, so it learns
to call upon the Deeper Resource of who it truly is, which is the God Self, the
True Self, the Christ Self . . . It is who we are in God and who God is in us.
At this place you are indestructible!
And at that place, at that place, we learn joy “. . . because in this world joy in God’s story is ultimately stronger
than all inertia and greed, so that this joy continually seizes people and
gathers them into the people of God.”
Gerhard Lohfink, Does God Need the
Church (Collegeville, MN: The
Liturgical Press, 1999), 48.
Joy is at the heart of slow ministry. Joy makes us into servants who can reject the
busyness of our 24/7 365 wired world.
Joy persuades us we have time to care for the daily and lavish time on
those we meet and care for. Joy makes
the quotidian holy. And holiness, God’s
holiness, is the most attractive and transforming reality in the whole
universe!
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