Race and the Christian

JOURNAL QUOTE

Today I was reading a blog about social misunderstanding of race and people who have been abused. The blogger made a statement full of raw passion. She said that if her abuser was at the same table as her, it would demean her presence. She would be lessened in value by her abuser’s presence. She applied this to race inequality and the lack of understanding of the marginalized by society at large. An African-American joined in. His passion for the subject was apparent his comments, but he was not rude. He said, those on the other side, the rest of us, will never understand what it is like to be born black in America because they have not lived it.

It made me think of one of my professors, a Caucasian male married to an African-American woman, who made a striking comment during a multicultural graduate course. He said the playing field in America will never be even. That was a almost two decades ago, and I didn’t agree with him at the time though I kept my opinion to myself. I’m starting to get where he was coming from. He has biracial children. They have a different voice in the conversation than I have. There is a thread to this conversation I am only now starting to understand.

Prejudice is taught by example. Equality is lived by example.

I feel contemporary Christianity has failed and failed miserably. There are threads of prejudice in our own groups, sad to say. We fail to be like Christ (broadly speaking–not everyone). We play it close to the vest–make our own choices, choose our own path–and live for self, a pious self-righteous, careful path much of the time. What if we were to live it differently–really love our neighbor as one’s own self, really not count the cost, really and truly live for Jesus Christ without restraint? I believe our homes would become hospitals for wounded people, and we would become changed.

BACKGROUND TO THE JOURNAL WRITING

Race relations is in the news quite a bit, much more than a few years ago. Recent events involving young African American men and women expose mistreatment, brutality, and even death. African Americans are reacting and drawing attention to the racist behavior. As a nation, we are confronted with this ongoing struggle for social equality, justice, and acceptance.We need to face the facts and then do something about it.

I was researching articles on abuse in the church when I came upon an interesting blog written by a woman, the blogger mentioned above, from a fundamentalist evangelical background. I could identify, my roots are in fundamentalism (although I part company with the legalistic approach, but I do believe in biblical fundamentals). She has distanced herself from her religious background in part because of some negative experiences in the form of sexual abuse. Her blog did not “tell all,” but left the impression the abuse happened at an evangelical university. The past abuse has contributed to her speaking on behalf of those who need a voice, those who are being ignored or trounced on.

However, her blog that day was primarily was about race. She talked about a specific song’s lyrics which lump people into one big pot of familiarity, where all the marginalized are collectively put in the same category as Black Lives Matter.  Fundamentalists are mentioned as well, that their lives matter because ALL lives matter. In her opinion, the song lyrics are flawed, too inclusive and too “let’s all just get along.”

In the blog comments, opinions were flowing back and forth between the blogger, song writer, and reading audience. The lyricist attempted to defend his message, but he was taking lots of heat. He then stated that he hates fundamentalists the most. Ouch! Strong words. Others challenged his whiteness, saying he was entitled by nature of his birthright of light skin color, and that he could never understand what it is like to be black in America.

I pondered what the African-American was saying about being birthed into a marginalized social group. A picture came to my mind that brought it into focus, what it’s like to be marginalized and outside the main established view. Within the dominant group is a blindness that only sees what it wants to see. Christian culture is in the process of becoming marginalized in America. The voice is being silenced or removed in many places. We can’t even say Merry Christmas anymore in some places. In the past, Christians in America were used to being accepted and respected (not dismissed as irrelevant or bigoted) but now that Christians are being seen with less favor and with a fair amount of disrespect, they are beginning to experience what it feels like to be viewed with less value and less public concern, and even with disdain.

In fact, Christians are being seen as haters even though for most of them (us), nothing could be further from the truth. Some Christians are asserting their right to be heard and are not aware of the reasons religious and Christian values and societal acceptance of them will not return to the way it used to be. There is not the same social consciousness, the traditional social construct has changed for the Christian community in America, although, in other parts of the world it has always been out of the mainstream and marginalized.

Religious freedom has been part of our American heritage, one that we have held dear. But the Christian message is not being heard by those who no longer believe in its validity or viability. It is being upended. When the majority of a nation’s people believe in its position as superior, it will affect the minority position whereby causing a form of social blindness. In some small ways, I can identify, now, with the status of a marginalized group. I’m beginning to know how it feels to not have “the power of influence,” because we Christians are heading in that direction.

However, in regard to current Christianity, this may change us in a good way. We might have a spiritual awakening. We will either draw closer to Christ or we will distance ourselves further from His teachings. We will either become real or it’s real over! The truth will always be the truth, and Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and The Life, no one comes to the Father except through Him.

Who is Jesus Christ to You?

GUEST POST by REV. PETER F. HANSEN

One way YOU are not saved is by belief systems or religious ideals. Nobody gets to heaven by just thinking it’s real and they deserve it. Christianity is either a great fraud for gullible people who inject meaning into their bland, useless lives; or it’s the Truth that explains everything.

Jesus was either a madman, a charlatan, or He is the Son of God. There is no evidence for a misunderstood carpenter to whom His disciples attributed miracles he never did and god-claims he never said. His life is still transforming our world after 2,000 years. I am convinced that he was not a madman, nor a charlatan. I have to go with God. If He is God, then this must change us.

There is no neutral ground. Hate Him rather than feel mildly favorable toward Him. Atheists are converted to Jesus faster than are agnostics, for atheists must believe in God in order to hate him. Agnostics won’t even enter the fray, they can’t be bothered to find out if it’s worth it.

If Jesus is God, then He’s our only hope. If Jesus is God, the sky holds no fearful portent. If Jesus is God, the grave no longer yawns with chilling imaginings. If Jesus is God, the Face beyond the sky is one of love. If you regard Him mildly, a model for stained glass and sweet songs, you’ve never met Him.

It comes down to you. You are either a madman, a charlatan, or a believer in Jesus, the Son of God. The madman sees a mirage, not Reality, and imagines that what he sees is all there is. The charlatan invents himself as he goes along, plays the part of a success, projects confidence in himself while inside he’s shaking at the prospects. A believer in Christ sees the Invisible, weighs the immaterial Truth, and knows for a fact that the God beyond this world, in truth, is.

Jesus is not the embarrassing fact of our upbringing, as fidgeting children bored by a felt-board story. He is not the kindly angel who answers our selfish prayers with cute ‘miracles’ we send in to magazines. Nor is the Christ just one of many equally good choices. Jesus is the fact we meet at the end of time, and we’d best be on friendly terms when we appear before Him. No one is saved by a belief system. Christ lives. And because He lives, I live. I must give myself, nothing held back, no other way. PFH+
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Question: I asked Father Hansen about the term, madman. To me, it seemed a bit harsh. Here is his reply.

Answer: It is a strong statement. But when people can sit and read this, they are already not ignorant and unknowing. They have the choice to be mad, false or faithful. In the end–which is my point, not the beginning–we all are one of the three. There will be no “missed the party” category. Everyone has the chance at this.   >This is a spin on the madman, charlatan or Savior that is classically used to describe Jesus. It describes us as well.

blog photo peter hansenRev. Peter F. Hansen Bio:
At age 19, Peter Hansen thought he’d be an architect, and thus obtained a Bachelor of Architecture degree from UC Berkeley in 1972. He worked 16 years as an estimator and project manager for heavy industrial special coatings contractors. God had other ideas. Called to be an Anglican priest in 1980, he completed a seminary degree and was ordained a priest in 1985. Hansen founded and served the Church of the Holy Trinity, in Sacramento for ten years.

He has been rector at St. Augustine of Canterbury Anglican Church in Chico since 1991. Hansen helped found a police chaplaincy for the Chico Police, established in 1999. Fr. Hansen also formed and ran a pro-life ministry (ChicoLife) 1992-2010. He is a biblical counselor at The Growing Place. In the Anglican Province of Christ the King, Hansen is Treasurer of both the Province and the Diocese of the Western States, and as Canon to the Ordinary.

10305258_458594310909616_8644498251741621497_nFr. Hansen is author of the book I Was There: Eyewitnesses at the Foot of the Cross, (WestbowPress, 2014) and several songs. Link to Fr. Hansen’s facebook book page is here: facebook.com/IWasThere:Eyewitnesses. Norma L. Brumbaugh’s book review is here: I Was There.  Interesting note: Father Hansen’s book cover is derived from a photo of his own feet!
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I first met Father Hansen at his church while attending a Christmas Eve service in 2007. It was my first visit to an Anglican Church. I can’t say I was entirely comfortable at an Anglican service. Its liturgy, icons, and forms, differ from my Baptist Protestant heritage. However, I was moved deeply in my soul by two aspects found in their worship service. 1. The reverence and holy hush of the service. 2. The respect outwardly and inwardly given towards things of God. Several more times I would visit his church and other times we would converse at social functions including his book signing at a local bookstore. We have shared our faith and the ways of God in some wonderful conversations. I appreciate him and his ministry. Thank you, Father Hansen, for writing this message for my blog.