I get it, there are a lot of high-volume issues at play in the jukebox of our culture.
Sexuality, immigration, terrorism, politics, economics, war, racism, poverty, abortion. All, filling the airwaves with their sound. Complex voices, ringing around our heads. Stirring our thoughts, twisting our emotions. Reverberating straight to the bottom, rattling the very essence of our souls, forcing the ultimate question…
What does it mean to be Christian?
You want it to calm down, turn down, settle down, make it all go away. What you don’t understand you label as noise. What doesn’t fit your theological playlists, you quickly eject. Cupping your ears, you crank up the volume of familiar hymns. Drowning out, discrediting what doesn’t align. The voices God wants so desperately to speak to your faith, you simply want to subtract.
What you call static, Jesus calls sacred…humanity crying out, if only to be heard.
So much to learn, so much to understand, so much to be gained. This is what learners of Jesus are supposed to do… learn.
Our culture is a concert hall of instruments, each in their own way, crying out with the same longing. A beautiful song. What does it truly look like to be human? To be pleasing to our Maker. Is it being more like this, or more like that. Living this way or living that. Believing more over here, or believing more over there. Each having a melody. If only to be heard.
What you call unconscionable, even unlovable, Jesus calls undeniable, even in-condemnable…humanity crying out, if only to be affirmed.
At the core of every soul is an ancient desire fashioned from the eternal, to love and be loved. To have value, to have worth. Meaning, purpose… beating the beats of our heart. To be alive in our living. Just… to be… frigging… affirmed.
But you don’t hear it, and you won’t hear it.
Sadly, we Christians suck at learning, even more at listening. We think it’s all about the concluding and the speaking. In our arrogance, we assume we already have what needs to be said, believe it’s our job to say it, and people need to hear it.
Spoiler alert. Christian, nobody gives a damn! You’ve lost your credibility. You’re all talk, no listen.
Licking your chops, unfolding your talking points, “this is what the Bible says.” We play in bands of like-mindedness, creating walls of sound to out-sound opponents. Walled in spiritual neighborhoods of little pink theologies. We Christians are experts at volume; speaking over, drowning out… ideas, creeds, viewpoints… even people.
This is who we have become. Noisy. Mute-button, Christians.
Can you just shut up already? For Christ’s sake… shut up?
You are speaking to be heard rather then listening to become a voice. And therefore, you have no voice that our culture is willing to hear.
When is the last time you sat down, and just listened?
Listened to the journey of a homosexual. The path of one who is transgender. A Muslim’s story. Or that of a mother who had an abortion. Broke bread with one who believes differently. Sat at the feet of a black man, an hispanic women. Dare I ask, maybe even an enemy.
When was the last time, you frigging just listened?
Give me the day, the hour, the minute.
I’m not talking about listening to tolerate, with spiritual eyes rolling in the back of your head. Going through mission-statement motions.
I’m talking about sitting to be transformed. To see Jesus where you believe you will see none.
Is your faith system so weak that you can’t think, reflect, listen, question… even learn, possibly come to a new perspective?
Within the sound of everything you label as noise, are the cries of real people, longing to be heard.
Our culture is listening for our listening, not for our words.
There should never be a voice that needs to force to be heard. Never a person questioning, desperately desperate to be affirmed.
Yet this is what we Christians have created. Hell on earth. A culture, a world, that has to cry, beg, plead… just to be heard, just to be loved, just to be affirmed.
That is the last thing that should be happening where we Christians are near.
Folks, this isn’t a game where the loudest voice wins. In fact, it’s where we listen, and only where we listen, that Jesus begins.
For the every cry of every person has already been heard and answered by Grace. We simply listen and point to the beauty of His face.
It’s that simple.
He is our voice, His Gospel is this… that in Christ, all are unconditionally loved, affirmed, valued, and desired. None are better, only different. Adored, delighted, saved, made whole, in Him.
This is our faith. This is the Kingdom.
It only begins however, when we shut up, and listen.
for Christ’s sake…
shhhh, shhh, shh,