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Recently I was watching a YouTube interview with one of my favorite columnists who offered a startling observation. Except for maybe one or two, he said, most columnists avoid placing current events in the context of history. As a historian he always does.

For some reason this struck me, even though we live in an age that takes pride in avoiding history, if not rejecting it altogether. You might say it’s built into our DNA.

Though this trend has accelerated over the last 50-60 years, its roots go back at least as far as the Enlightenment some 400 years ago. Many would date it 100 years before that.

Continue reading “Making It All Up”

Pastoring a UCC church in Hawaii years ago, Tony Robinson convened an “interfaith dialogue” that included representatives from several of the world’s major religions. He discovered that while the other participants had no trouble articulating what their respective faiths stood for, the UCCers were at a loss, unable to define what they believed about their own.

This led Robinson to conclude that mainline Protestant churches tend to know what they’re against, just not what they’re for!

Then again, as with so much of mainline Protestantism, the origins of this peculiar malady are rooted in secular, elite opinion. Of course.

Continue reading “The Piety of Disenchantment”

Don’t Go There

A basic fact of human nature is that we are meaning-seeking creatures. Amid the confusion and uncertainty of everyday life, human beings require an overarching story, a narrative, that grounds us in reality and helps us make sense of life as well as death.

In his critically acclaimed book from 2017, The Strange Death of Europe, Douglas Murray, British journalist and author, explains how Europe and, by inference, the rest of the Western world lost touch with its defining story, the Judeo-Christian story, which both birthed the West and gave it meaning.  

Now in its disquieting absence is revealed a malaise, an “existential tiredness.”

Continue reading “In Search of a Story”

One of the things I discovered during my years of ordained ministry is that the average person in the pews possesses enormous wisdom. I also discovered that many of my colleagues think the opposite.

Almost without exception, my experience is that if you are open with people and give them the facts, they almost always make the right decision.

So why do so many of my colleagues seem to disagree with this simple premise? Perhaps it’s because so many, flush with the latest speculative theories advanced by their seminary professors, patronizingly assume the average person in the pews lacks the requisite sophistication to judge rightly.

Continue reading “I Win, You Lose”

I was amazed, though probably shouldn’t have been, upon learning that a candidate for ordination in one of the major historic mainline churches today is required to answer the following question: “What is your understanding of racism and Euro-American privilege”?

What this has to do with the gospel is not immediately apparent. Neither racism nor Euro-American privilege fit into biblical or Christian categories. In fact, as I hope to establish, they’re alien to the gospel. The reason is that they come mostly from secular academia and are intended for purposes incompatible with the Christian witness.

One can see this incompatibility in the implicit rejection of at least two of Judeo-Christian tradition’s most foundational tenets: the belief in heaven and the doctrine of Original Sin.

Continue reading “Playing with Fire”

I was settling into the pew with apprehension. The guest preacher for the day was someone who a few years back had indignantly critiqued an ecumenical service my colleagues and I had held after the shooting of five police officers in Dallas, a service intended to honor their sacrifice and mourn their tragic deaths.

The preacher and his wife, both vocal supporters of the civil rights movement, complained that the service failed to account for the problem blacks have with law enforcement. This was, be it noted, at the height of the Black Lives Matter controversy.

That this issue was unrelated to the purpose of the service was, apparently, beside the point.

Continue reading “Glory Days Redux”

T.S. Eliot famously made the point, though he was hardly the first. One could go back to the New Testament reference to the “body of Christ,” Paul’s metaphor for the church.

Like the human body, the church has a head, hands, and all the other varied parts that together enable it to function as it should. There are those called to preach, some to evangelize, others to care for the poor and needy, and still others tasked with whatever the community requires, no matter how seemingly insignificant.

No one role is considered more important than another. Each must work together for the church to succeed in its godly mission. The sum, in other words, is greater than its constituent parts.

Everyone must accept his or her role. If the hand tries to be the head, problems arise. God has assigned to each of us specific gifts at birth. Using them to accord with God’s will is perhaps life’s greatest undertaking.

Continue reading “Luxury Beliefs”

I hate to say it, but if I want banal political or social analysis, I know I can always count on the clergy.

Our local newspaper is often a good source. It runs the occasional guest column where local clergy comment on whatever they choose. I’ve even written a couple myself.

Generally, what’s remarkable about these offerings is how utterly predicable they are. Without a hint of irony, they almost always betray conventional wisdom (which, by definition, is noncontroversial) while simultaneously aiming to be provocative and countercultural. Most articles fall safely within the parameters of socially accepted political correctness.

Most recently, a local pastor wrote of the time she was foreman of a jury asked to adjudicate the guilt or innocence of a young black man indicted on a variety of counts. She points to how easy it is to judge another, especially a stranger, based on little more than superficial evidence and observation.  

Continue reading “In the Clerisy but Not of It”

My father used to love reading the newspaper. Every day, in fact, he’d read all three New York dailies, cover-to-cover.

He especially got a kick out of the letters-to-the-editor. He’d chuckle at all the hysterical, over-the-top outrage frequently fomented in its pages. So I’m not sure what he’d think about my own letter-to-the-editor a few weeks ago in the Cape Cod Chronicle.

In it, I commented on the fact that the week before the paper had published a detailed map showing the exact path of the tornado that first touched down in Harwich Center. Since I’d worked there for over a decade, I was curious.

Naturally enough, to orient myself, I looked for the First Congregational Church, only to discover it wasn’t there. The high school was identified, as was Brooks Park. Yet the church, arguably the most recognizable and historic landmark in town, had effectively been scrubbed out of existence.  

Continue reading “The Caboose at the End of the Cultural Train?”

Let’s face it, kids can be cruel. And no more so for me than during roll call one day in elementary school. Specifically, the teacher asked us to give out our full names – middle names included.

You see, I hated my middle name and guarded it jealously. It sounded old-fashioned and corny. I still remember the teasing from my classmates, both boys and girls.

So now, as I begin my very first sermon ever in a Methodist church, I’m obliged to reveal that name…Calvin.

Worse still, I’m named after my great-grandfather, The Rev. Thomas Calvin Leinbach, himself a preacher in the Calvinist tradition, in this case the German Reformed Church (now part of the United Church of Christ – my denomination).

Continue reading “A Hidden Longing for Home”