This is an anxious time to be a preacher in the United States.
Over the past few weeks, I have been cautioned from various quarters from being too "political" in my preaching. This caution has come either directly to me or in a generalized way from colleagues, friends, and faith leaders.
Then came Bishop Marianne Budde's sermon in the Washington National Cathedral, (also here and here) where she directly asked the President, by name, to exercise mercy in the application of his administration's policies towards migrants, LGBTQ+ persons, women, and others who are frightened by the policy drift of the incoming administration. The response to her sermon was outrage.
Nothing says "anxiety" to me as when a preacher in her own pulpit, a Bishop in her own diocese, gave a sermon that touched on at least five of the seven cardinal virtues (temperance, charity, justice, prudence, and patience) followed by a plea for mercy, in line with Jesus' words on the Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 5:7)-- and is blasted for it! The President and his supporters angrily dismissed her as being "mean," "aggressive" and (worst of all...) "boring."
Even among those who agreed with her words, there was anxiety. Some have said that if only Bishop Budde had not addressed the President by name or had not spoken to him directly, then the message would have been better received. Or that this service of prayer following an inauguration was the wrong time for this message. (Uhm... have you ever heard an ordination or commissioning sermon that ends with a "charge" from the preacher to the ones being ordained or commissioned? That was what was going on here.) Others have said that she should have been praying for the President and not criticizing him... which raises the question: "praying for what?"
Now, I have never endorsed or advocated for a specific candidate for any office from the pulpit. I have prayed at civic events including city and county council meetings and taken part public civic events in my capacity as a local pastor. In my preaching, I will focus on the ethics and morals of policy when it is called for, and will talk about justice, peacemaking, health, and poverty as moral and ethical issues and how we as Christians can address them. I also pray for every President and Governor by name when I preside at liturgies and when I say the Daily Offices everyday, regardless of how they or I vote.
The problem is, as the National Catholic Reporter noted after the sermon, the fact of the matter is that everything a preacher says or does these days is being interpreted through a partisan lens. We preachers are in a situation where saying nothing is deemed "safe." And if the preacher addresses basic ethics and morality, then they are seen as being excessively partisan. Unfortunately, the consequence of this silence is that our congregants are left without guidance or hope... which may be the whole point of the backlash.., to intimidate preachers into silence.
I find that the urge to "tone it down" is especially troublesome when compared to other preachers who can't stop themselves from going full-on partisan when they praise the President for being God's Chosen One, or something very much like that.
But when it's our turn, we are told to "tone it down." But "tone it down" how much? What good is it to our congregations, or anyone else, when all we are preaching is a gospel of silence?
What's particularly strange is that many of the same people who attacked Bishop Budde were also lining up to see a movie about Dieterich Bonhoeffer, cheering as he opposed Hitler even to the point of participating in an assassination plot. Never mind that the film, like the book it was based on, massively distorted Bonhoeffer in order to make him into a model modern Evangelical culture warrior, these audiences cheered all the more for precisely that reason.
To be fair, some of the folks counseling us preachers to "tone it down" are conscious of the anxiety many parishioners themselves feel in this 24/7 news cycle media barrage. Being forced to drink from a fire hose of bad, divisive, or chronically biased news--and the work of constantly sorting out the good from the bad information--is very tiring. The concern is to not add the pulpit to the list of over-stimulating and partisan media inputs. That's a fair concern... as far as it goes.
So... what are we to make of this? And what pastoral and theological guidance shall we give?
We are not alone in our anxiety. Looking at the popular news, I wonder if those whose preaching is full-on supportive of the current administration and praising to high-heaven the person of the President, and who brush aside questions about the ethical and moral consequences of the administration's policies, are themselves experiencing their own kind of anxiety: the anxiety of not being welcomed into the halls of secular power-- or worse, the fear of being cast out for not being supportive enough!
As I said, these are anxious times to be a preacher. Or a listener for that matter!
But this is not new territory. We've been here before. It shows up over and over again in both the Hebrew and Christian Scriptures. The tension is at least as old as the Bible itself. Think Moses and Pharoah, Nathan and King David, Amos and the High Priest Amaziah.
For guidance, I found myself going to the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King's Letter from a Birmingham jail.
To truly understand the context of Dr. King's Letter, one must read the public appeal from the eight clergy (seven Christian-- including two Episcopal bishops-- and one Rabbi) who wrote a letter to King-- who was not addressed by name --and published it in The Birmingham News on April 13, 1963.
Dr. King's response is a long one, but it is rich with the theological analysis that undergirded this element of the Civil Rights Movement. The most famous portion of the letter was this:
I must make two honest confessions to you, my Christian and Jewish brothers. First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen's Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to "order" than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: "I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action"; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man's freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a "more convenient season." Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.
The letter is worth meditating on in it's entirety, especially in the discussion of just versus unjust laws, the refutation of the plea from white moderates for "patience" even after a (then) 340 year history of slavery and oppression, and his discussion of the legal means established to maintain that history and the structures that supported and benefited from it.
That was an anxious time to be preacher of the Gospel, too. And we've had others. It was only five years ago when we endured an on-going controversy over The 1619 Project. Of course, preachers were anxious throughout the entire period of the Civil Rights Movement, and since then we've had to contend with the ongoing domestication of the Rev. Dr. King by emphasizing one line in one speech ("I Have a Dream") but ignoring the theology and analysis that went before it and undergirded the March on Washington where that speech was given.
And while nearly every big city has a Martin Luther King Street, Boulevard, or Avenue, we forget that that very same 1963 March on Washington was about both civil and economic rights: the plea for jobs and economic empowerment was central to the event. Recall that at the time of King's assassination in 1968, he was in Memphis to support striking sanitation workers.
One only has to read the sermons and essays coming from Christian preachers in the period leading up to the Civil War to see that very same anxiety at work.
Which leads us to the pastoral rub... one that our anxiety prevents us preachers from addressing: our congregants are both spiritually hungry for a Gospel that informs our experience, and also turn to us preachers and pastors for guidance as to how to navigate these times.
And did I mention that some of us are afraid of the backlash, no matter which way we go? (I know I am!)
Sure, some of our hearers want us to bless what is. And others want us only to keep our spirituality very personal and friendly. But many others are itching to participate in God's work in their lives, in their homes, their workplaces and their schools. Preachers can lead without haranguing and can care for our members without platitudes.
And if the purveyors of blessing the status quo can speak openly, then why must the preachers of a Gospel honoring our whole baptismal covenant or preachers who call us to act in Christ's name for justice, equality, and inclusion, "tone it down?"
But you think we're anxious? Read again the Rev. Dr. King's words in his letter to the Birmingham clergy when he compares their apparent anxiety to the lived experience of African- Americans in their city, and in the nation.
We have waited for more than 340 years for our constitutional and God given rights. The nations of Asia and Africa are moving with jetlike speed toward gaining political independence, but we still creep at horse and buggy pace toward gaining a cup of coffee at a lunch counter. Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say, "Wait." But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six year old daughter why she can't go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five year old son who is asking: "Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?"; when you take a cross county drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading "white" and "colored"; when your first name becomes "nigger," your middle name becomes "boy" (however old you are) and your last name becomes "John," and your wife and mother are never given the respected title "Mrs."; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of "nobodiness"--then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait. There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair. I hope, sirs, you can understand our legitimate and unavoidable impatience.
No doubt about it. This is another anxious time for preachers!
But do you want to know where the real anxiety resides? It lives in the hearts of people who must daily decide how to faithfully live the Gospel without shame, code-switching, or fear. Our anxiety pales by comparison and as pastors we must be ready to address that. Our congregants cry out for both pastoral leadership and compassion. Our congregants yearn for our support and practical guidance. They seek sermons and pastoral leadership without slogans or platitudes. We owe it to our communities to present a practical, living, Gospel where we can together learn and do the work of Jesus everyday with hope, courage, and power.
These are anxious times for preachers, and this is no time to preach a gospel of silence.
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Here is a sermon for the Sixth Sunday after the Epiphany by the Rev. Kevin Mort, Deacon, of St. John's Episcopal Church, Clearwater