Acquired apathy=acquiesced agency
Captives r not freed
Widows & children
r not loved
Strangers r not protected
w/o our intention & attention

(A Pres-bit|@wpgpres)

I had not realised that I was writing a blog trilogy – The Doing & Canadian Jesus – until it was pointed out to me that the last two were connected … at least thematically. With that connexion named – for which I am most grateful (It really is an amazing gift to share these blogs and to be able to interact, be challenged and share in a manner that is both respectful, but which often blows my mind) – it became clear that though they all stand alone, they have had a trajectory toward me naming a binary for myself: politics vs. political.

For readers of A Deacon’s Musing, it is likely not a surprise that I really do (most often) believe in a both/and world. In other words, a life lens in which paradox can co-exist. And this blog – on its surface – likely maintains that. I have also realised that – for me personally – I have actually discovered an either/or.

Elections Canada

Elections Canada

I have the gift to partake, read and learn from a group of Brothers & Sisters who call themselves Outlaw Preachers. Much of their context is VERY different than my Canadian denominational experience, yet their theology of embracing diversity and proudly evangelising both humbles me, inspires me and sometimes … well I get lost! But … and since I am tending toward an either/or, I’ll also embrace the ‘b’ conjunction … I am most struck by the comfort (I hear from their stories and blogs) of how politics and being political intermingle. I am inspired and also wary when one’s political action, as inspired by faith, can become/seem to be coopted by the instruments of politics. And I wonder whether the two can ever truly be balanced? I wonder if, at some point, engaging in our human instruments of politics lead to compromise? And, if so, it seems that must mean compromise of our values of faith …

Now I am not getting all judgemental or sanctimonious – I am just realising something for myself. I would never deny I am political:

  • My lens of faith forces me to name truths to (my own) power (even when uncomfortable);
  • My lens of faith forces me to wrestle with (my) privilege; and,
  • My lens of faith forces me to make choices to walk in solidarity in the realities of the many oppressions that have and do indoctrinate us to harm not just one another, but ourselves.
Political Machine

Political Machine

I cannot deny that my political nature is grounded in a faith that demands of me to be an active agent in a world lulled by acquired apathy to just get by. We are meant to shine and my faith inspires me to interact in a human world: hence being political …

The either/or – again for me – is what I realise is a temptation: politics. The illusory nature of human politics – governance of the many – is dangerous for me:

  • I can anticipate the lulls of whispers to let that go for the greater good;
  • I can anticipate having to choose which line in the sand is the line and then let the borders get … soft?

It’s my Achilles’ Heel and I name that into the blogosphere … if for no other reason than to give voice to a temptation that is always present: bringing my political faith centred self into the mechanics of human ideological politics. I just do not think I stand a chance …

The communal nature of a blog – for me – is that it is about the dialogue, not the pontificating. The learning – for me – is most certainly one of the gifts that I derive each time I send one of these missives in to the cyber realm! So …I am not sure what this confessional moment is about except again to ask you – the Reader – some question, which I suspect might mutually help us both individual and in our shared journey on spaceship earth ….