Showing posts with label Racial Reconciliation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Racial Reconciliation. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

"Bump, Set, Spike!" Serving Up a New Metaphor

This blog is written as an assigned response to Paul Louis Metzger’s post, The Rabbit Hole Revisited.

"Bump, Set, Spike, Block, Dig, Pass, Side out!" 
What does a game like volleyball have to do with revisiting “rabbit holes” and working towards racial unity? Perhaps not much but perhaps more than one might think. I will do my best to build this metaphora volleyball teamwhile tying it to what Dr. Metzger has written.

Let's begin by looking at the distorting influence of the “rabbit hole” as Metzger writes,

“Some friends of mine and I have spoken of the rabbit hole of race relations. I have often experienced vertigo when trying to address power dynamics involving “majority” and “minority” cultures, for lack of better terminology. So often, I don’t realize my privileged status as a white man in the United States and the American church and what that so often entails for minorities.”

While I understand the power dynamics Metzger writes about, up till now I have had my issues with this metaphor. I am pleased to report that I have finally seen how this metaphor relates to race relations. In fact, there is something called Alice in Wonderland syndrome (AIWS),

AIWS...is a disorienting neurological condition that affects human perception. Sufferers may experience micropsia [seeing objects smaller than they really are], macropsia [seeing objects larger than they really are], or size distortion of other sensory modalities. A temporary condition, it is often associated with migraines, brain tumors, and the use of psychoactive drugs.

This condition that affects human perception might very easily be describing racial perceptions. Do we see other races as less than they really are and our own as greater than it really is? Sometimes ethnicities that have been oppressed or ignored by dominant cultures come to see themselves as less than the people that God created them to be. In volleyball, as in racial reconciliation, it would be very hard to be effective while suffering from AIWS!

Volleyball is very much a team game and at the rec level (6 v. 6) one that involves continuous rotation of positions. One person cannot specialize (e.g., outside hitter, setter) but must play every position in turn. A team with more than one weak spot is liable to lose. However, I have noticed that in our group you are not judged by where you are from. What matters is how well you play as part of a team. Some combinations work better than others. Sometimes, after watching a couple of missed touches, some more advanced/aggressive players may tend to overplay the positions of less confident players because they expect them to not make the play. Usually, this frustrates the newer player and results in a badly hit ball.

These same players with less developed skills and a lower confidence level tend to blossom when playing next to someone who respects them, encourages them, and doesn’t try to play their position. They show more effort and confidence when the team’s confidence is placed in them and may quickly begin to play up to the level expected by the team. People know the difference between when they are being patronized and when they are invited to fully participate as teammates.

In addition to a few run-of-the-mill dominant-culture white Americans, our volleyball group is made up mostly of foreign nationals and first-generation immigrants. In the last year, our small group has included regulars, semi-regulars, and visitors from at least 15 different ethnic and national backgrounds— Taiwanese, Chinese, Indonesian, Salvadoran, Mexican, Greek, Turkish, German, Japanese, Korean, Tongan, Hawaiian, Swiss, Guatemalan, Indian, and Laotian.

I try to use my "white privilege" to argue line calls, but it rarely works. We did not start out to be an intentionally multi-ethnic group, but over the last couple of years a number of our founding members moved away to plant churches and pursue mission opportunities, then as college students left for school the need for players increased. Through word-of-mouth and personal invitations, our group became wonderfully diverse. For some reason, they allow this slice of aging Wonder Bread to continue playing with them… I am glad. Our identity as a group is that we play volleyball as a group of equals, and as a young German engineer said after our game tonight, “I have come to really like this group!”

As a text I have been reading puts it,
“Multiracial congregations can serve as gathering spaces where whites and persons of color begin to see and relate to each other as human beings…
To this end, a multiracial congregation with egalitarian relationships between the races offers the best opportunity to learn about other cultures.”[1]

While I don’t sense a lot of racial tension in my increasingly integrated area, I recognize the counter-intuitive direction God’s plan takes—life through death, honor through humility, cleansing through confession, strength through weakness, and up through down, just to name a few. If that is what Metzger means by “going down that rabbit hole” then I am following. When I play volleyball I find I need to spend considerable time on my knees or face-down on the floor for the sake of keeping the ball up and the volley going. I'm usually pretty sore the next day. It's not so different from real life after all.

For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned. For as in one body we have many members, and the members do not all have the same function, so we, though many, are one body in Christ, and individually members one of another. (Romans 12:3-5)



[1] DeYoung, Curtiss Paul; Emerson, Michael O.; Yancey, George; Kim, Karen Chai (2003-04-22). United by Faith: The Multiracial Congregation As an Answer to the Problem of Race (p. 129, 133). Oxford University Press. Kindle Edition.

 

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Have the Lines Fallen in Pleasant Places?

This week my Cultural Engagement post can be found on my Honest2God blog!

We are all for racial reconciliation on an individual level...but what about collectively?

What does Joshua and Philippians 4:13 have to do with it? Read the whole post here
Psalm 16:4-8 "Pleasant Places"

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Unity: A Rabbit-hole, or the Eye of a Needle?

"Regarding Jesus’ own costly engagement of going where no one else goes or even imagines going, how far will we go in order to build genuine unity?"

The following blog is a response to a post by my professor, Paul Metzger, about pursuing Jesus' call to unity entitled, Jesus and the Rabbit Hole.

I have no desire for rabbit-holes (unless they are the Beatrix Potter kind). In fact, I have to confess that the whole Alice in Wonderland motif creeps me out—right up there with clowns! While I am at it, I see no need for a Willy Wonka psychedelic-tunnel-ride into the candy factory either. Though many one-sided efforts don’t seem to add up, or factor out, unity in Christ doesn’t require us to delve into fantasy or become weird or wacky…does it?  
However, it is likely that my negative reaction to Alice is due to my not really understanding it… and not taking the time to try. Perhaps the same could be said about some efforts at unity. All sides think the others are either crazy or culpable, and it takes some kind of radical commitment to humble oneself or one’s group—to listen longer than is comfortable, to learn to use a different set of tools that feel awkward, and to love the other beyond our level of understanding.  
What is it that hinders true unity? Is it primarily sinful individuals, or oppressive systems and groups? The more we listen to each other the more we know the answer must be, “Yes.” Crazy, isn’t it?

I don’t think that true, God-honoring, unity comes when we follow a Mad Hatter down a hole because we are bored, curious, or simply overrunning our vision. In fact it is the opposite…for gravity and good intentions do not help us get where we need to go. We must humble ourselves and let the Lord break us…as individuals and as a society while time remains. “And the one who falls on this stone will be broken to pieces; and when it falls on anyone, it will crush him.” (Matthew 21:44) Of the two options Jesus presents, I vote for pieces rather than powder!

Could this whole hole-thing be an “eye of the needle” experience for us? Might the path to unity lead us cultural (both dominant and minority) camels to shed some baggage? Certainly the squeeze will be tight enough that we can’t get through to the other side while packing all our customary excuses and explanations—whether white, black, or something in-between. Another thing I wonder about sometimes is what great trial might we face that forces us to stop being separate and motivates us to stand together.

I think it is very likely that the goal of relational and structural unity is impossible for us, by either method; which places it easily in realm of possibility for the Holy Spirit…if we admit that we need his help. The gate to unity takes more than one key to open. Asking for his help together may be the price that needs to be paid.

"For which of you, intending to build a tower, does not sit down first and count the cost, whether he has enough to finish it—lest, after he has laid the foundation, and is not able to finish, all who see it begin to mock him, saying, 'This man began to build and was not able to finish.'" (Luke 14:28-30)
Metzger is encouraging us to count the cost of unity, not so that we will avoid it, but so that we will take it more seriously. Jesus came to earth, humbly born, wholly living, horribly dying to make unity possible between God and man, Jew and Gentile, male and female, powerful and poor. To paraphrase, Metzger asks us, “How far are we willing to go along this journey with Jesus?” Are we hedging our bets or secretly readying our lifeboats? Perhaps this is horribly out of context, but the words which the Apostle Paul spoke to a Roman Centurion as they faced imminent shipwreck, “Unless these men stay in the ship, you cannot be saved.” (Acts 27:31)

I once wrote an article about counting the cost of following Jesus entitled, Unfinished Towers & Broken Towel Bars, from which I quote.
Unfinished towers dot the landscape of our Christian experience like so many abandoned oil derricks rusting in the sun—structure without power, form without life, intentions without insistence. They are a stark testimony to the folly of failed ambition, exhausted emotions, and bad decisions. Some lie in ruins because divided loyalties and confused priorities siphoned off the resources allocated for their completion. Most tragic though are the mangled remains of the once great, and promising towers that were devastated by the explosions of moral and relational failures, never to be rebuilt—places visited only by the scavengers of scrap metal and hunters of urban legends.

In fact, in the context of unity, our relational failures are moral failures. Are we trying to make a name for ourselves (Babel) or choosing to die to our own glory (disciples) in order to lift up the unity of the body? When all around we hear the clash of hammers, echoes of the self-building and name-making boom, humility does appear to be madness. In truth, it is the only sanity. The problem though is systemic, sin has metastasized, no longer self-contained it works through the whole body. However, those who recognize the danger still tend to operate in “-ectomies” settling for resections instead of the costly embrace of restoration.

How does the Lord respond to the leaderless and the lost, the hopeless and the helpless, the sick and the dying? We can waffle about theologies of glory as opposed to those of the cross, but it is through the cross that we get to share in the humble glory of God who helps his people.

“When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears
    and delivers them out of all their troubles.
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted
    and saves the crushed in spirit.”
(Psalms 34:17-19)

I have no desire to fall down crazy rabbit-holes, but in humility I have taken up the cross to follow Christ…not through a rabbit-hole, but to a grave. However, all is not somber, for I have visited the tomb and it is empty!

“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.” (John 12:24)

If we lack wisdom about the process (and we do) we need only ask… and be quick to listen and slow to speak (James 1:5, 19).