I always fancied myself an electric razor kind of guy, but I
recently made the move toward a five blade manual razor—the Gillette Fusion
ProGlide, to be exact. My world already feels too rushed. Why must I make
shaving as efficient as possible? It’s nice to slow down, to feel the gel on
your hands, massage it into your skin, and then to hear the crackling sound of
sandpaper as the razor is pulled down.
It beats the electric sound of buzzing anyway. I wonder if hipsters buy classic shave sets and
vinyl because they just want to slow down. A manual razor seems to be a step in the right direction for me.
God doesn’t seem to be in a hurry. We worship a patient God.
I think of the work that the ekklesia project has done on ‘slow church.’
“[This] is the God who walked with his people for forty years across the
wilderness, sat with his people for seventy years in exile, attends to the
impoverished and down-and-out, considers the lilies of the fields, loves this
world enough to become human, died on a cross rather than kill, and took three
days to be resurrected.” (See ekklesiaproject.org). Any God who calls humans to
be God’s hands and feet is surely not in any hurry.
That’s partly because all of our current Christian pastor heroes
are not known for being slow. We endorse the ‘Rob Bells’ and in the United
Methodist Church, the ‘Adam Hamiltons.’ I read people like Karl Barth and
Stanley Hauerwas who ‘have no unpublished thoughts.’ It’s about volume—the
number of worshippers, the number of mission projects, the number of original
theological thoughts. We look up to the kinds of people that make us wonder,
“How do you do so much?” None of
these things can be accomplished by going on ‘prayer walks,’ right?
During Lent I remember the unproductive Christians—the
fathers who ventured out to the wilderness, the mystics who lived in convents,
the Christians who waste their time by staring at rocks. I remember people like
Julian of Norwich. She found God in an acorn and it changed her life. Yes, an acorn. As she held the acorn in her
hands she wondered, “What can this be?”
And God spoke to her, “It is everything which is made. For God made it.
God loves it. And God preserves it.” Paying
attention to it, she learned how God paid attention to her. Holding it, she
learned how God held her. Julian
writes, “Love was its meaning. Who
reveals it to you? Love. Why does he reveal it to you? For love.” You can't notice an acorn if you drive everywhere.
The mainstream church needs heroes like Jean Vanier, the
founder of L’Arche, which is a group home for those with mental disabilities. Vanier's community was less about consuming God and more about kenosis, self-emptying vulnerability. L'Arche is about learning to love one another. Vanier writes,
“Love doesn't mean doing extraordinary or heroic things. It means knowing how
to do ordinary things with tenderness.” Vanier didn’t
build a legacy by packing stadiums with his sermons. He participated in the
slow formation of a community that became a part of Christ’s subversive
kingdom.
We need more exemplars like Julian and Vanier. Although, I presume that Vanier is ok with being ‘relatively’ anonymous. These are the
people who are doing the patient, enduring work of God in our world. They are
the ones who challenge us to become incarnate in a community, even if we did
not choose it, and learn to love its strengths and weaknesses. Where are all
the slow pastors? No, really, where are they? Maybe we are too busy to find them or don’t want to move slow
enough to notice them.
Ah, the tension of the the doing and the being. Something better figured out early than later. Always good to read your thoughts.
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