Sunday, July 19, 2009
Shane and Dietrich.
This is Shane Claiborne. And more about this fellow.
This is Dietrich Bonhoeffer.
So when was it that I was reading some Shane Claiborne? I just remember that for about a 3 week period it seemed like he was everywhere, on Speaking of Faith, at George Fox, and in my hands as I read the Irresistible Revolution. Bumping in to people who were reading it... and some part of me heard that monastic call.
And another part of me said, "but wait, I have 2 kids and a husband and well, I can sacrifice myself, but kids need a mom,"
And so I stored it in a place in my brain that makes notes of things, things like the call of a Christian is to truly sacrifice what you have and follow Christ. I apologize for not quoting scripture on this one, but it wouldn't be hard to do. The call doesn't say accumulate wealth for retirement, live in a nice house and take your kids to swimming lessons. So there is this fundamental question. How does this all look for the likes of me? Am I like the guy who asks Jesus who his neighbor is in order to try to get out of the "Love your neighbor" command? So turning this over in my head.
Shane points out the parable of the rich man who all but boasts that he has kept all the commandments and now what more should he do.
Jesus tells him to sell all he owns and follow him. Rich man leaves crestfallen. He asked and the answer came. He has only 2 choices now. Obedience, or not.
And this same passage is coming up in Bonhoeffer now, The Cost of Discipleship.
My faith doesn't call me to a life of comfort. And yet, and yet...
Why does this keep coming up? I am at once excited and mortified by the message. I am afraid of the sacrifice. The shakeup. I wonder if it isn't that I do all I can in my current position. I was so pleased this week when a mom I invited to VBS brought her daughter. She was a Latina from El Salvador. I was happy she came. It's so small, but is this it?
The Cost of Discipleship, J and I read some in the car as we drove a long distance. We discussed alot. It was really really wonderful. I appreciate so much when he shares in my inputs.
This is Reinhold Niebuhr.
It isn't an *easy book*. He has been reading Niebuhr and said that was pretty dense and the 2 were on par. It is packed full. One could likely read it several times. It is the kind of book for which I long for a book club.
I am still reading the Madeleine L'Engle, but she is like a sweet easy fluffy candy by contrast.
Talking about the book is easier than talking about the message it contains, which so far is about as subtle as a brick up side my head.
And while I stumbled around to pretty up this post, I found this guys blog which looked moderately interesting.