In the midst of all the busyness of the
past two weeks, I have been musing a lot on differences of beliefs. As a
second-generation Disciple of Christ, I feel like this is part of my DNA, i.e.
to be present in community with those who hold similar and dissimilar beliefs
from myself. This is something our community values as well, in fact we speak
to this inclusive attitude almost every Sunday. It is interwoven into our
liturgy and mixed into the foundation of our community. Yet, it is one thing to
have discussions in Sunday School gatherings or conversations with like-minded
or similarly-minded individuals about how to "live into an inclusive
community" but is something completely different when you encounter a
person who actually disagrees with you.
When perspective meets sticky life
situations things get…complicated. Take for example this “real life” situation,
which slapped me across the face during Lent this year. Several elements played
into this experience. First, I had decided to take the train from Fort Worth to
Dallas during Holy Week to save on gas, wear and tear on my aging vehicle, etc.
Second, I had decided to wear a clerical collar on Wednesdays during Lent. As I
got on the bus, the driver called out, “Heya, Preacher!” I had outed myself.
For the next 30 minutes we engaged in a theological conversation about the
infallibility and inerrancy of Scripture, role of women, and the Truth of the
Gospel. Our options were like oil and water. At my stop, we agreed to disagree
and I got off the bus thinking about what had just happened.
I am not sure we had a genuine
conversation. I am almost sure there was not time to build a level of respect
or create the foundation of relationship within that 30 minutes. Yet, it made me
think. It made me wonder about how we segregate ourselves into groups of
like-minded individuals, sheltering our thoughts and beliefs and in turn
“other-izing” those who do not agree with perspective. Thus when we encounter
the “other” we assume we have nothing in common with them. Inclusivity turns
into control and demand for uniform thought. Perhaps the bus driver and I did
not make any headway with the other, convincing the other to come to the “right
and true” side. Yet, for me the conversation challenged my uttered stance of
welcome and dared me to actually embody that belief.
In the end, all I know is that this
inclusive gospel thing is far more difficult and complicated than I truly
understand and that this welcoming and embracing gospel thing is truly
unattainable without a committed community to journey alongside.
Blessings,
Amber
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