Gary Dorrien |
(The following is an autobiographical reflection from social ethicist, Gary Dorrien. This article will appear in Unbound: An Interactive Journal of Christian Social Justice at the end of January in an issue examining the church’s role in the public square. The article will also be appearing in the “On Living Faith” series offered by Odyssey Networks.)I grew up in a semi-rural, lower-class area of mid-Michigan called Bay County, where no one talked about going to college or having a “career.” My parents had moved to Bay County from a poor region of the Upper Peninsula, where my father was taught that being Native American made him an inferior being. My family was not religious, but I have always had a mystical impulse; we owned a Catholic Family Bible; and sometimes we got to mass. That was just enough to get my attention. Actually reading the Bible seemed impossible to me—How were you supposed to assimilate such a sprawling mass of whatever it was? And I had no idea of Christian doctrine.But I was drawn to Christ by the image of the suffering God in Catholic iconography. Jesus crucified, the God-figure who responded to evil and oppression with self-sacrificing love, gave me a religious ideal—a sign of transcendence that broke through my everyday horizon of lower-class culture and the next game. This ideal took on a searing ethical and spiritual meaning in the stunning witness of the Civil Rights movement.I came of age in the climactic years of the Civil Rights movement. Long before I understood much of anything about politics or religion, the formative figure for me was Martin Luther King Jr. He was the exemplar of the peacemaking and justice-making way of Jesus; the Christ-figure of our time; the one who lived in the Spirit of Jesus and died for us. That was the sum total of my religious worldview when I squeaked into college, mostly to play sports. Forty years later, it is still my bedrock, which sustained me through ten years of watching my young beloved spouse die to cancer.On the lecture circuit I meet people every week for whom Christianity is a ruined word. They ask me nicely, or with puzzlement, or with hostility, why I am still a Christian. I try to explain that I was drawn long ago into the spirit and way of Jesus, which draws me like a magnet into its gravitational force. I am held by the gospel picture of the divine Word entering the world, and by the experience of the subversive peace and grace of Christ, the meaning of suffering, the challenge to oppose every form of exploitation and violence in the world, the willingness to give my life to others and the promise of new life that it brings. These experiences shape my understanding of how I should live.Good theology does not say that unearned suffering as such is redemptive. We are indebted to feminist and womanist theology for stressing this point, and I believe that Dr. King got this right. Having suffered much, King sought to make his suffering a virtue to save himself from bitterness and to call white racists to repentance. In his experience, unearned suffering offered the opportunity to turn suffering into something redemptive. Suffering itself was not redemptive, but suffering could be made redemptive when oppressed people struggled against it in the name, and way, and spirit of Jesus.
President Lyndon B. Johnson meets with civil rights leaders Martin Luther King Jr., Whitney Young, and James Farmer |
source: Why I am still a Christian on ecclesio.com
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