Reflections on Pope Francis’ Message for Christian Communicators

On Friday, Pope Francis shared a message for Christian communicators marking the Memorial of Saint Frances de Sales and the 59th World Day of Social Communications. As a writer, I found his words to be both encouraging and convicting and, since so many of us write messages publicly on social media, they are widely applicable.

The Holy Father began by addressing our present times which he said are “characterized by disinformation and polarization, as a few centers of power control an unprecedented mass of data and information.” He said that, in this context, the work of Christian communicators is critical.

He went on to explain that communicators are responsible for the impact of their work on others. So often, writing is solitary work. Spending hours alone creating content, it can be easy to forget that we have obligations to others, but as Christians who are called to write, we have a unique role to play in evangelization, healing, nurturing hope, and creating (and challenging) culture. In fact, Pope Francis proposed that we have an obligation to create content that kindles hope by rejecting fearmongering, hatred, oversimplification, untruths and the weaponization of language. Our words must heal and nurture human relationships. Yet, how often do we use them “like a razor” to wound, divide or manipulate?

In his message, the Holy Father acknowledged that the task of Christian communicators is not easy. In fact, it requires us to care for our own souls and to nurture hope within ourselves. This hope comes at a cost: we must accept the reality of our situations in order to have hope that things will improve. This may mean identifying the ways that we, our families, our communities and our countries fall short which is often painful. In fact, Pope Francis quoted Georges Bernanos, “Only those are capable of hope, who have had the courage to despair of the illusions and lies in which they once found security and which they falsely mistook for hope.” But by facing reality, we learn what we have to hope for and we become familiar with the source of our hope.

Pope Francis used his message to remind readers that our hope “has a face, the face of the risen Lord.” He explained that it is through our hope in Christ that we find our own lives and writing transformed. When we create work that points to truth, to goodness and, ultimately to Him, we fulfill our purpose as Christian writers. This does not mean that everything we write must be banal or religious in nature, but it does mean that our world view, which is infused in everything we create, must be centered upon Him and His truth.

For example, consider Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot. Poirot is not overtly religious apart from occasional references to his attending church. However, Agatha Christie’s own Christian world view becomes apparent through her stories’ clear sense of right and wrong. Her work kindles a thirst for justice, honesty and the discovery of truth. At the same time, her books are entertaining and offer readers a chance to rest from their everyday lives, both of which are gifts that God wants His children to enjoy. While I doubt that anyone would be converted by the adventures of Hercule Poirot, they reinforce the reality that our world contains both good and evil, offer hope that what is right can win and justice can prevail, and are, therefore, morally formative, even if unconsciously so. It could even be said that they are able to convey Christian morals effectively precisely because they do so without the reader (and perhaps the writer) being aware that this is what they are doing. Good stories teach good lessons effortlessly and invisibly.

While our writing need not be blatantly religious, Pope Francis explained that our work as Christian communicators “should be steeped in gentleness and closeness, like the talk of companions on the road.” He shared his desire for our work to encourage one another, to kindle community and empathy, and to magnify what is good. When I write, I want my work to be like a stimulating conversation with a good friend that challenges, encourages and illuminates. Some of my writing explores very dark aspects of humanity, but it does so with the purpose of furthering an understanding of the real people whose exist within this darkness and, through that understanding, developing empathy. When I write about such things, I want my readers to be unsettled because it will motivate them to wrestle with the ideas that I am presenting and because such things ought to unsettle us. There are other pieces of writing that I do that are meant purely for enjoyment. This, too, points to God because it allows readers to participate in the pleasantness and beauty that God so richly pours into our days. Most often, my writing is driven by a combination of motivations, but it is always my prayer that it will honor Him.

For us to be able to create God honoring content, we must “be healed of our ‘diseases’ of self-promotion and self-absorption.” We need to recognize that we are the servants of those who consume our work and our job is to help them to find what is best in themselves as they participate more fully in community. While I suspect that most writers have allowed themselves to fantasize about speaking to an audience or landing an incredibly lucrative TV contract, the reality is that we do not write for fame or wealth. God may choose to use our writing to bless us financially, but that is only a secondary purpose. Our work’s primary purpose is to serve Him and others.

When we forget this purpose, we wade into dangerous waters. Communication is fundamentally a way of changing the world. Every word we speak or write becomes an idea that did not exist in that space before. If our work is motivated by selfishness or pride, we have the potential to create powerful and destructive weapons. When our work is directed towards self-serving goals, the consequences can be far reaching.

I am reading Jesus and John Wayne: How White Evangelicals Corrupted a Faith and Fractured a Nation by Kristin Kobes du Mez. Early in the book, the author explains that the evangelical community created a vast culture making network through various means of communication: radio, newspapers, book publishers, music, homeschool curriculums, television and the internet. The individuals who were in charge of these communications had tremendous power – often more power than those who had spent years of their life wrestling with and coming to understand theology. This power was wielded in many good ways – in fact, my own faith was deeply enriched by various aspects of this network. But it was also used to promote an understanding of Christian masculinity that involves toughness, aggression and strength – one that idolized the all American cowboy. This is one of the reasons that Jimmy Carter was not more embraced by the evangelical community: he was not a rough-and-tumble, act-before-you-think kind of guy. It is also one of the reasons why, when Jerry Falwell promoted an image of Jesus as a militant, tough guy – “a man with muscles…a he-man!” – many listeners didn’t stop and ask, “Who are you talking about?” If they had not been steeped in the culture of aggressive masculinity that evangelical communicators had created, they would have been able to recognize that the Jesus they were being fed was not the meek Savior in the Bible. Rather than asserting his dominance, focusing on his muscular physique, or becoming a fighter, that Jesus took time to speak with and heal the sick, valued being last over being first, welcomed the little children to come and rest on His knee, and displayed the absolute humility of being born in a stable and executed on a cross. They would have seen that, unlike Falwell’s Jesus, the real Jesus was victorious not through the assertion of His power and might but through the sacrifice of it in complete submission. Many were fooled into believing in a false god because words had been said, written and sung that swayed minds and changed culture in dangerous ways.

The implications of those words went beyond corrupting individual spirituality. Ultimately, it led to a nation that prioritized military might over the protection of the poor and immigrants. It contributed to the moral decay that allowed deeply religious people to overlook countless sins against women and to disregard human dignity in favor of strong-man politics and the promise of safety through aggression. In many ways, it led us to where we are today.

We have a choice whenever we sit down to write. We can advance the kingdom of God or we can act against it. We wield power with our pen (or keyboard) and we alone decide if we will use that power for good or evil. When we do our work well, we communicate the goodness that exists within our world and we help each other to become, as Pope Francis said, “a little less deaf to the cry of the poor, a little less indifferent, a little less closed in.” I want to do my work well so that when my children and grandchildren look back at history, they will know that I did everything I could to bring hope, healing and love to our broken world. I want my efforts to join others in shaping a more godly world. Mostly, I want to write faithfully so that one day Jesus will say to me, “Well done, good and faithful servant,” and I can take joy in the knowledge that my work pleased the One I love above all else.


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Quotes To Get You Through The Rest of Inauguration Week

This is the second time that Trump’s inauguration has blindsided me. The first time, I was only three months into grieving my daughter, so I will give myself a pass. This time, though, I was simply in denial. To be clear, denial is not a coping strategy that I utilize often. I’m more of a “ruminate it to death” kind of person, but apparently when my mind ran an auction to see which psychological defense mechanism would be the star of the show this January, denial was the highest bidder.

So, I peacefully meandered my way into the start of the week, thinking that I already knew that the next four years would be bad and I could not be any more disillusioned about the morality of humanity than I already was. This being the case, I assumed that nothing would come as a surprise or disappointment. However, by Trump’s sixth hour of being president, I felt both surprise and disappointment. And also visceral panic.

I will spare you of the litany of upsetting things the man has done in the past four days since he took office. If you have read this far, I trust that you already have your own list of horrors conjured in your mind. It is enough to say that my list includes blatant disregard for structures of democracy and the rule of law, suppression of knowledge, promotion of prejudice and hatefulness. Of course, all of the wrong has happened against a backdrop of a flaunted false Gospel that treats Jesus more like a tribal warrior than a wandering healer – one who, when being executed, prayed for the forgiveness of His executioners.

Still, though I have been caught off balance by the authoritarianism that has planted itself in the White House, my sense of right and wrong has been sharpened and become more acute, my opportunities to teach my children about who Jesus really is have grown exponentially, and I have been repeatedly encouraged by the thoughts and words of amazing men and women. I share the following quotes here in the hope that they may help the night to feel a little less dark for you and hope to feel a bit more real.

The first quote comes from J.R.R. Tolkien’s the Lord of the Rings. If you are familiar with the story, this quote is pulled from a scene in which Frodo has just been informed about the history of the ring and the role that he will need to play in destroying it. If you are unfamiliar with the story, I highly suggest using these cold mid-winter days to read it! Don’t be intimidated by its length – it’s worth it. It is also a wonderful story about a small, insignificant being who courageously takes on powerful evil and, through his faithfulness and determination, as well as the support of his friends, forever changes Middle Earth where he lives.

“‘I wish it need not have happened in my time,’ said Frodo. ‘So do I,’ said Gandalf, ‘and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.'” 

The second quote is from C.S. Lewis’s work On Living in an Atomic Age. As is obvious from the title, it was his response to the development of the atomic bomb, however, if you do as I have done below and replace the references to the bomb with any of our current concerns, it is very helpful. I found this quote while I was looking for another similar but different quote that I was thinking about. That one effectively said that we have to keep doing art and pursuing our passions because, if we stop, we will have nothing left to fight for. This quote is a little less lofty but similarly helpful in knowing how to live in such times.

If we are all going to be destroyed … let that (destruction) when it comes find us doing sensible and human things—praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts—not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about (disasters). They may break our bodies (a microbe can do that) but they need not dominate our minds.

The third quote is from Heather Cox Richardson during her recent virtual talk with Red Wine and Blue. Red Wine and Blue is a grass-roots organization that promotes Democratic candidates and policies in the suburbs. While I do not agree with all of its positions, it is doing critical work in trying to protect our democracy. Heather Cox Richardson is a historian and professor at Boston College. She has been vocal about her opposition to Trump and his many dangerous and undemocratic deeds since his first term in office. Her commentaries are unique in both their breadth and the depth of historical context that she offers. I believe her quote is self-explanatory. 

“One of the really important things to remember going forward as we fear the rise of authoritarianism in the United States: authoritarians cannot rise if there are strong communities and people are acting with joy. That is, you need despair and anger in order for an authoritarian to rise…It is okay to say, ‘I’m not gonna pay attention to politics for a while,’ but it’s not okay to stop bringing your best to the world. Whatever those things are that you bring to the community, do them and do them with joy and don’t stop doing the things you love because you’re scared because that actually is a form of resistance. Showing up and doing things you love says to an authoritarian, ‘You have no place to root here.'”

The fourth quote is from a Bible study about Nabal and his insult to soon-to-be King David. The particular lesson examines righteous anger. We spend so much of our lives trying to overcome our anger, but at times like these, anger is what will drive us to pursue what is good and right, just and pure. The criteria for righteous anger that the study provides is helpful in not only affirming that it is okay to feel rage about what is happening in our country, but also in reminding us that we must not sin in the way that we respond to this anger. All of history will, ultimately, testify to God’s glory and it is to that end that we should direct all of our actions.

            “Author Robert D. Jones gives three criteria for righteous anger:

  • It reacts against actual sin.
  • It focuses on God and His kingdom, rights, and concerns, not on me and my kingdom, rights and concerns.
  • It’s accompanied by other godly qualities and expresses itself in godly ways.” – Lisa Brenninkmeyer

This brings us to our fifth quote which reminds us that, even when our anger is righteous, God alone is the ultimate judge and He is just. He will redeem what is wrong and institute justice, even if we have to wait a for what seems an impossible amount of time for it to come. In the meantime, we pray for His kingdom to come, knowing that in the courts of the Lord beauty sprouts from the ashes.

“We have talked a great deal about God’s love and mercy and those qualities are an integral part of His character. But another aspect of His character is that of judge. God sees. He is fair. One day, all wrongs and injustices will be made right.” – Lisa Brenninkmeyer

The final quote is from Rebecca St. James’ song, You Make Everything Beautiful, which my kids and I have been singing all week. During times like these, we must remember that God will take even those things meant for evil and one day turn it to good for His glory (Genesis 5:20). In the meantime, we must live in faithful and patient obedience, doing what we are meant to do regardless of what is going on around us.

“Grant me serenity, Lord, and patience

For things will take time.

Grant me freedom to walk a new path

And let me feel Your love.

In my weakness You can shine.

In Your strength I can fly.

And You make everything, everything beautiful.

You make everything, everything new.

You make everything, everything beautiful.

In its time, in Your time

It’s beautiful.”

May God truly grant us the serenity to accept the things we cannot change, the courage to change the things we can, and the wisdom to know the difference. May we live one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time. Accepting hardship as the way to peace, taking, as He did, the world as it is, not as we would like it. Trusting that He will make all things right, if we surrender to His will. That we may be reasonably happy in this world and supremely happy in the next.  (adapted from the prayer by theologian Reinhold Niebuhr)

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“God, I know, its all of this and so much more, but God right now this is what I’m longing for…Heaven in the face of my little girl.” – Steven Curtis Chapman

I was thinking about the day Mary got to Heaven the other day. In my limited understanding of what reaching Heaven is, all I could think of was the incredible joy she must have felt to see her Son again. I just can’t imagine how it must have felt for her to touch Him and hold Him. Her rejoicing must have been beyond anything we have experienced in this life.

As I was thinking these thoughts, I realized that all of my thoughts about Mary’s assumption into Heaven centered on the very earthly delight of seeing her Son again, not on finding herself in the presence of the Living God or seeing His face which would also have been very really aspects of her joy. This focus on seeing her Son made me consider my own dreams of what it will be like to reach Heaven and I realized they were also completely focused on one thing: reuniting with my daughter.

Its silly, really how I can cognitively know that being brought into the presence of the Creator will be a much bigger deal than wrapping my arms around my dark haired child, but honestly, that act of holding my living little girl would be the most amazing and heavenly thing that I can imagine in this life on earth. Everything else is too far beyond my imaging to even begin to comprehend it because I just can’t imagine anything more wonderful than embracing my daughter in God’s eternal kingdom.

Yet, I thank God that He is far beyond the confines of my simple imagination and that He has prepared wonders for me that I simply cannot fathom – the greatest of which is Himself.

Waiting in Darkness

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Over the next few weeks, mysustaininggrace.com will be posting reflections for the coming week of Advent. Each reflection will focus on the theme of the advent candle for the corresponding week. The first candle, which we will light on December 3rd, is the Prophet’s Candle or the Candle of Hope. 

“Once upon a time…”

Every child knows that a good story begins with, “Once upon a time” and ends with a  “happily ever after.” In between those two points, however, lies unknown dangers, struggles, sorrows and heartaches. Perhaps this story format is so appealing to us because it mirrors that of the Great Storyteller who began His tale “Once upon a time” in a perfect garden and will end it “happily ever after” in a flawless Heaven. Although the festive Christmas season may prevent us from seeing it, the season of Advent reminds of us of our existence between these two glorious endpoints in God’s story.

During Advent, we are asked to remember the long wait for a Messiah, the hope fostered by the prophets, and the thousands of years worth of prayers for deliverance that flooded the gates of Heaven. We are called to recall a time when hope was just a tiny flicker in the midst of darkness, when the people waiting in darkness had yet to see a great light. At the same time, we are challenged to reflect on our own sin-stained souls and to renew our deep longing for salvation. We are forced to acknowledge that the whole of creation “waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God…in hope that the creation itself also will be set free from its slavery to corruption into the freedom of the glory of the children of God.”(Romans 8:19-21) We are required to listen to our spirits as we “groan within ourselves, waiting eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our body.” (Romans 8:23).

This spiritual longing for Christ’s coming and salvation is a deep, natural one that rises up from the core of our being and permeates every part of us. It is profound and powerful and all of creation echoes our soul’s groaning. It is like a bereaved mother whose longing for her child is so strong that her arms become painful, heavy and restless as they reach out into empty darkness, waiting to be filled and receiving only the reply of “not yet.”

Advent also reminds us, though, that in the midst of that darkness, there is a flicker of light. Through the spoken words of the prophets, the written words of the Bible, the gaze of Christ looking tenderly out from a portrait, the loving actions of a neighbor, we are reminded that Christ is coming. We feel a shimmer of excitement shiver through us as it whispers, “The arrival is coming!” We hear the swipe of a match and see the tiny blaze of a single candle burning in the black of night. We smell the smoke and feel its slight warmth. Though we can scarcely believe it, it is there. A candle of hope that reminds us that He is coming.

 

Unbaptized Little Ones

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When I was a young teenager, I had a dream one night that continues to impact the way I understand life after death. In the dream, God put me in the vestry of my church and told me to stay there, no matter what happened. After a few minutes, I began to hear explosions outside and, when I looked out the window, I saw a dazzling fireworks display that was partially obstructed by the window. I went to the doorway so that I could see better and, eventually, I took a step outside so that I could see the fireworks that were bursting behind the steeple. Instantly, the church doors slammed shut and flashed with light as if they had been struck by lightning. In that moment, I knew that my dreaming self had been shut out of a relationship with God forever. I was overwhelmed with a gut wrenching, all consuming agony as I wrestled with the realization that I was fundamentally alone and eternally separated from God.  The pain that this knowledge caused me was greater than any physical pain that I could imagine. When I woke up, I concluded that whether or not Hell is full of flames, its greatest horror is separation from God.

This early understanding of what existence is like apart from God, is partly responsible for my desire that all of my children spend eternity with God in Heaven. Unlike the mother of James and John, I don’t ask for them to have any special places of honor in Heaven, but I do beg God that they will reach Heaven, even if they have the lowliest place in there (Matthew 21:20-21).

That is why one of the things that has continued to bother me about Noemi’s death is the fact that her unexpected death meant that she was not officially baptized and this means that we have to trust that God has some not-by-the-book way to take away the stain of sin that she inherited as a member of the human race.

I wasn’t raised Catholic so, until recently, I was not aware that the dominant opinion of the modern Church has been that unbaptized babies, due to the sin that they inherited from man’s fall in the Garden of Eden, go to limbo (In fairness, limbo is envisioned as a place where the unbaptized babies are believed to be completely happy while spending eternity separated from God. For me, this is problematic since, as I explained, I don’t understand how anyone can be completely happy while being eternally separated from God). Although the idea of limbo never became an official Church teaching, it resulted in many unbaptized Catholic infants being denied a mass of Christian burial and being barred from burial in consecrated ground. In fact, there are still people who fervently believe that baptism is so essential to salvation that little ones who die before baptism will never be able to see God. Fortunately for me, the whole time that I have been Catholic the Church has welcomed unbaptized babies into their cemeteries and allowed them to have a special burial mass that entrusts them into the arms of God. More importantly, the Church proclaims that there are “serious theological and liturgical grounds to hope that infants who die will be saved and brought into eternal happiness, even if there is not an explicit teaching on this question found in Revelation…the Church respects the hierarchy of truths and therefore begins by clearly reaffirming the primacy of Christ and his grace, which has priority over Adam and sin” (International Theological Commission, 2007)

This teaching is more in line with my own hopes for my daughter which began to form when I was a protestant, pre-adolescent listening to The 2nd Chapter of Acts sing “Killing Thousands” (a song about abortion). At the time, I was becoming increasingly aware of the importance of accepting Jesus into our lives and so I asked my mother how aborted babies could go to Heaven even though they had not asked Jesus for salvation. She replied that, while the Bible does not say anything about what happens to unbaptized little ones, God made them, loves them, and died for them so we can trust that He would not condemn them to an eternity without Him, nor would He condemn himself to an eternity without them.

The problem for me is, that while I know that I should be satisfied by both the Church’s recent teachings on Baptism and my mother’s response to my question about salvation for unbaptized babies, my need for certainty often rears its ugly head. It drives me crazy that we don’t have a Bible verse that specifically says, “an unbaptized infant, who died at the time that God chose and is deeply loved by God, will be welcomed into Heaven and bask in the presence of God.”

Without any such revelation, my “by-the-book” personality makes me want to be able to say, I baptized Noemi, so she is in Heaven. I so easily fall into the trap of thinking that if I can’t have a direct guarantee from God, then the next best thing is having an “if I do this, then God will do this” kind of formula to follow. However, this is a dangerous preference, for two reasons. First, if God always responded in a quid pro quo way, there would be no room for grace and where would any of us be without grace? Second, what I am desiring is absolutely not my faith – in fact, it is the antithesis of it. My faith is based on the fact that “Grace is totally free, because it is always a pure gift of God.” (International Theological Commission, 2007) I am saved because Jesus chose to save me, not because of anything that I did or did not do. Yes, He calls me to participate in my salvation through things that I do, but my salvation comes only from Him. This is also true for my children: their salvation is from Christ, not from anything that they do or do not do.

So when I think about Noemi’s salvation, it is no different from my own, nor is it different from my hope that my living daughter will be saved. Instead, my hope for all of our salvation rests on faith in the death and resurrection of Christ. It depends on the mercy of a gracious and forgiving God who created us and who loves us – a God who wants us to be with Him so much that He would sacrifice His own child to make that happen. My faith is full of “confidence that what we hope for will actually happen” (Hebrews 11:1), because of who God has revealed himself to be throughout time and Scripture, not because of anything that we do or do not do. My own salvation may be “by-the-book,” but it is no less dependent on the will and mercy of God than Noemi’s salvation that could not be “by-the-book.”

We believe in a loving and merciful God. We believe in an all-powerful God who is not bound by our understanding of things. We believe in a God who sacrificed His own son for the salvation of his created ones. It is belief in this God alone that offers us hope for our salvation and for the salvation of the little ones who died before baptism. We can be grateful that our own lives offer us the opportunity to respond to and to accept that salvation through the rituals that have been given to us, but we should also remember that the rituals, while incredibly important and powerful, are gifts for us, not gatekeepers to Heaven. We should never forget that God can work however He chooses, even if it is not at all “by-the-book.”