Holy Wisdom, Holy Word

This is going to be a little bit of  inside baseball, but preaching on Trinity Sunday is sort of a “gotcha” for a lot of preachers, because there is very little that you can say, technically, about the Holy Trinity that isn’t a heresy. And not only would it be heresy, it would probably be heresy for which somebody or several somebodies fought and died centuries ago. Every approximation, every generalization, every summary, is somehow not quite orthodox. 

Fortunately, I don’t think it’s very interesting just to recite for you what the orthodox definition of the Holy Trinity is, and so I shan’t. It’s sort of like how “does God exist?” is the least interesting question you can ask about God. [1] But, I also don’t like to assume that everybody playing along knows all the details, so I will tell you that the Holy Trinity is God. Historically rendered as God the Father, and God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. In a feat of math, God is simultaneously one and three. 

Hence, we are not Unitarians, who believe in the one-ness of God and do not confess the divinity of Jesus of Nazareth. Nor are we polytheists, who worship several distinct gods. We are Trinitarian Monotheists and we are special. See page 4 of your bulletin for the Nicene Creed for more details.

This is my last sermon, and in fact my last day as part of the staff at the Episcopal Church of St. Martin. It would be memorable…? but ultimately rude to stream out of here in a flash of unorthodox pronouncements. But I hope that, by now, you know that’s not really my style. I prefer to ruffle feathers with surprisingly orthodox pronouncements, if I’m being honest. Quoting Jesus directly is usually a fine recipe for disruption. 

Since today is the Feast of the Holy Trinity, and is a perfect day for celebrating Pride alongside the city of Davis, I have several very authoritative theological pronouncements to make. The reason that I am not reciting any three-dollar church words about persons and substances for you this morning is because doctrinal purity is not the most important aspect of our life with God. 

And, as such, the Holy Trinity is not merely a complex theological concept to be comprehended, but a relational reality to be lived. God-for-us, God-with-us, God-in-us.

We are deeply blessed by a God who shows up to us in more than one way. As the one who created us and loves us as we are; as the one who teaches us how to be fully human and who redeemed that humanity from sin and death; and as the one who empowers us to live into the fullness of our created being. 

You may find yourself connecting deeply with one person of the Trinity, or perhaps with a different one at different times in your life. There may be days or seasons when the immensity of the cosmos fills you with awe, and you are bowled over with love for God the Creator. There may be days or seasons when you reach for redemption and newness, and you sit at the foot of the cross of Jesus. There may be days or seasons when you feel bold, filled with the Holy Spirit’s power. God-for-us, God-with-us, God-in-us.

I know that I said that I wasn’t going to do three-dollar church words, but one of my favorite things is to verbify a noun, like to say “theologizing” like, doing theology? Is that maybe just a two-dollar church word? Great. The Doctrine of the Trinity, which we do have, I just am choosing to skirt, came about like so much of Christian scripture and thought—through the people of God theologizing their experience. 

The premise of God as three and one comes from the lived reality of those who walked the earth with Jesus of Nazareth. Encounters with him seemed like encounters with God, but he also spoke about God as being distinct from himself. So that’s at least the two-ness of God. And then, like in today’s Gospel reading, Jesus spoke of the Spirit of God being among his disciples as an advocate and comforter. They experienced this presence of God when Jesus was gone from them, so that’s different in another way. So we’re at three-ness. 

Our Christian ancestors wondered and wondered about this, seeking ways to “express this mystery with poetry and precision.” [2] Ultimately, they decided—very hasty paraphrase, there—that it was just…all of the above. God is one and God is three. God is here, and there, and everywhere. God-for-us, God-with-us, God-in-us.

Because God is one and also three, God defies normativity. God is radically creative, engaging in miraculous life-giving acts throughout time and space. We, as creatures of God and as God’s beloved children, are co-creators of the world God loves. We are part and parcel of God’s dream, the building blocks of Beloved Community. 

You, dear one, are a beloved child of God, as you are and as you are becoming. Whether or not you know how to define yourself as your full self, you have wholeness and freedom and identity in Christ. You are a member of the family of God, you are a member of the Body of Christ. You are a tongue of fire in the Spirit’s movement throughout the world. 

There’s a hymn that is easily my all-time favorite, it was sung at my ordination, and almost any time I have any control over the hymn selection. It’s hymn number 710 in Evangelical Lutheran Worship, it was written by William Whitla to a tune by Gustav Holst, in 1989. It was written in the midst of tremendous global upheaval, namely the dissolution of the Soviet Union. The hymn calls upon our rich scriptural poetry and the writer’s dreams for a different world. 

It demands streams of living justice to flow down up the earth; it demands freedom for captives, rights for workers, dignity for the poor, food for the hungry, service to the neighbor, healing of the nations—you get the idea. In the third verse, he writes, “Your city’s built to music; we are the stones you seek; your harmony is language; we are the words you speak.” 

You may see how this, specifically, calls to me, as a musician and as a word nerd and as a firm believer in the power of both of those things. We are the words God speaks into the universe, and I will take us on an interpretive leap to say that the words we speak reflect the God we worship. 

The words we use to describe who God is, and who God loves, and what God wants for us and for our neighbors, have life-altering effects. We can use our words to bless and invite and to comfort, or we can use our words to diminish and to reject and to harm. The words we use or do not use may seem unimportant to us, but may mean everything to someone else. 

On this day in 2016, 49 beloved children of God were murdered and dozens more were wounded at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando. They were killed because they were queer, and because they were celebrating that aspect of their identity together. In the 2016 legislative session, 48 bills in a dozen states were introduced that the ACLU considered “harmful” to the LGBT community. [3] During the 2022 legislative session, 28 states have introduced more than 300 pieces of anti-LGBTQ+ legislation. [4]

These laws are designed to strike fear in the hearts of queer Americans, their families, and those who love them. They are full of language that dehumanizes, stigmatizes, and criminalizes the very being of our queer siblings, especially transgender people, especially transgender children. Their goal, they claim, is to protect children. But the reality is that these laws put all of our children in danger, and teach all of our children that who they are, who they love, how they look, and what they feel to be their truest self is shameful. 

A sixteen-year-old child has already attempted to take his own life rather than face the cruelty of Texas’ new laws, after being routinely misgendered in school and facing other politically-motivated harm for being transgender. [5]

This is one reason why it is important on Holy Trinity Sunday, and appropriate for such a gender-exploratory time as Pride Month, to discuss not only which pronouns we use to describe ourselves and each other, but which pronouns we use to refer to God. There are many options here. 

One came to me from my colleague The Rev. Broderick Greer, who has said that God’s pronoun is God. God is already a word we use to signify the unsignifiable, so we needn’t take it further than that. God. You may like that option. Try it on.

Another option on the table, especially excellent for the three-in-one and one-in-three is both the plural and singular they. God is three, that’s “them”. God is also one, which is “them” as well. Being a Trinity, God definitionally rejects the binary! The singular they has been part of the English language for centuries, and it’s high time we got used to it and put it to work. So you can talk about God with a genderless pronoun, and you can mean just them or all three of them. You may like that option. Try it on.

Another way to look at it is that God the Creator does not have a gender, and the man Jesus of Nazareth has a gender, and the Holy Spirit is the divine feminine. We can come at that from a few different angles. In Hebrew, Spirit is rendered as “breath”, which is ruach, which is feminine. In Latin, she’s wisdom, which is Sophia, which is feminine. If translation arguments aren’t interesting to you, isn’t it lovely to have a feminine, masculine, and neutral member of the Trinity? It feels balanced. It feels whole. And for millenia, women and femmes and people of all nonconforming genders have been marginalized, minoritized, and killed for being not-men who dared to see the image of God in ourselves. So, as a matter of repairing the breach, we’re taking this one. You may like that option. Try it on.

You may be confused, now. There’s a lot going on here with our Trinitarian paradox, and maybe you’re still stuck on something from six paragraphs ago. That’s fine. It’s okay to not understand the Trinity. You are in very excellent company, with mostly everyone. Just remember that it’s not about grasping the concept, it’s about living the relationship. God-for-us, God-with-us, God-in-us.

And as we wrestle with that during this LGBTQIA+ Pride Month, we have the distinct privilege to call upon our queer ancestors, saints, siblings, and selves to show us the multiplicity of God. It is queer—as in odd—to be the Body of Christ in the world. If we are truly living into the radical creativity of our triune God, we cannot be complete without the full spectrum of human relationship, connection, and love.

As Trinitarian Monotheists, the observance of Pride Month is not just a token “tolerance” or “we are all equal” or the backhanded “we are all sinners” and “hate the sin, love the sinner”. That’s not authentic relationship. We have to not only welcome but invite difference, affirm and celebrate queerness, and not demand assimilation but expect our own hearts and minds to be transformed. In whichever ways we find ourselves among the dominant demographic group, the majority, the “normative”, we must be willing to surrender that superiority and be changed by the liberating love of those who have been marginalized and minoritized. 

We cannot say “come on in, your difference is cool, change it, though, to be more like us, but also your difference adds flavor to our sameness!” We must say first to ourselves, “I am prepared to change, I am prepared to struggle, I am prepared to learn, I am prepared to be transformed.” And then we can thank our siblings in Christ who trust us with their truth, their struggle, their authentic expression of their identity, and ask them to show us more of who God is. 

That’s what authentic diversity provides us. That’s what radical hospitality cultivates. More ways of being human, more ways of meeting God. The Trinity shows us that there is more than one way to express divinity, and that we must embrace complexity in order to live abundantly. 

God-for-us, God-with-us, God-in-us.
God-for-you, God-with-you, God-in-you.
Amen.

[1] The writer John Green has said and written this on various occasions.

Rest for the Wordy—A Sermon on Spelling and Sabbath

Grace and peace from God our Creator, hope in our Redeemer Jesus the Christ, and the promised gifts of the Holy Spirit are with you, always.

Here we are, the last Wednesday of classes, the last worship together for this school year. You are, presumably, busy with writing and reading, as usual, and with planning for moving and with logistics for your summer. Let’s take our semi-annual last-week-of-classes deep breaths, shall we? All together now, breathe in….and out. And another one, breathe in….and out. And once more, breathe in….and out. Excellent. Keep breathing.

You may be aware that last week contained an extremely important sporting event, shown live on ESPN in primetime. No, not the NBA Finals, the Scripps National Spelling Bee. You are probably not surprised to know that I watched several hours of the Bee, including those prime time final rounds. I love spelling and I love learning and I love the drama of kid geniuses. I watched these kids—aged 7 to 14—spell words like haecceitas (heck-see-uh-tas), chaudfroid (shoh-frwah), bewusstseinslage (buh-voos-tines-lahga), and paucispiral (poss-iss-piral).

In the end, 14-year-old Karthik Nemmani correctly spelled “koinonia” and won $40,000 and a humongous trophy. It was awesome. Dozens of spellers stood up there one at a time, pretty awkwardly, and—after hearing their word—asked the pronouncer a series of approved questions: the language of origin, to use it in a sentence, any alternate pronunciations, the definition. They hope that one of these answers will clue them in as to how it’s spelled. One kid, Jashun Paluru, showed off his skills by turning the questions around. He asked, more than once, something like “does the word contain the Greek root philo meaning love?” before asking for the language of origin or definition. The commentators—oh yes, there are commentators in the spelling bee—were very impressed.

I’m telling you about this in part because I just wanted to say all those fancy words, and because our reading today came from Deuteronomy, which is a hard word to spell, and is actually a kind of erroneous translation. Deuteronomy is book five of our Bible, the last book of the Pentateuch—from the Greek words penta meaning “five” and teuchos meaning “scrolls”—also known as the Torah. The word Deuteronomy contains the greek word nomos, meaning “law”. It also contains the Greek word deuteros which means “second”. It has been assumed that this is because it is the second book of laws, but it may actually have been because the manuscript that got translated was a copy of the original law scroll, hence, second law. Aren’t you glad you know that? I sure am.

The texts this week from Deuteronomy and from the Gospel According to Mark are both pretty straightforwardly about the Sabbath. In Deuteronomy, we’re on commandment four of ten: “Observe the sabbath day and keep it holy, as the LORD your God commanded you” (Deut 5:12). The author goes on to explain just how that is done and why. Six days of the week shall be devoted to work, and the seventh shall be a day of rest.

I am reading a book called Mudhouse Sabbath, by Lauren Winner, a former Orthodox Jewish woman who converted to Christianity, but maintains many of the rituals that ordered her life. She wrote that, “There are, in Judaism, two types of commandments (mitzvot): the mitzvot asei, or the ‘thou shalts,’ and the mitzvot lo ta’aseh, or the ‘thou shalt nots.’ Sabbath observance comprises both. You are commanded, principally, to be joyful and restful on Shabbat, to hold great feasts, sing happy hymns, dress your finest….The cornerstone of Jewish Sabbath observance is the prohibition of work in Exodus 20 and Deuteronomy 5….Over time, the rabbis teased out of the text just what the prohibition on work meant, first identifying thirty-nine categories of activities to be avoided on Shabbat, then fleshing out the implications of those thirty-nine.” [1]

We are not going to go over the thirty-nine categories, but the point of this is that the prohibition of work is not messing around. Anything that seems like it might be work is work. Rest is mandatory.

We squirm a little when we read the rest of this commandment, because it includes mention of enslaved people among those who should not work on the sabbath. But! Think about that! Even enslaved people should cease work one day out of the week. God’s intention is not that one day out of the week people with power will do no work and everyone who works for them will do double work. The day of rest is for everyone. “The fourth commandment is counter culturally egalitarian...and the sabbath comes as a weekly reminder that all are equally valued in God’s economy.” [2] You deserve to do meaningful work, and you deserve to rest, and so does everyone else.

Which brings us to the story from the Gospel According to Mark. There are two different stories in here, one where Jesus maybe breaks the rules by quote-unquote harvesting grain on the sabbath, and the other where he heals a man with a withered hand. The religious authorities who are present are very concerned about this man who dares not to break the rules of the sabbath, per se, but to claim that he understands the sabbath more clearly than they do, as he shares in the authority of God. “Jesus is making a bold claim, aligning himself with the creator of the Sabbath.” [2]

When God created the universe, the story goes that God spent six days working and then, on the seventh day, rested. God designed life to include rest. God made our bodies and minds to do all sorts of incredible things; chief among those things is sabbath. “The sabbath represents a time for healing and wholeness of humanity.” [3]

Theologian Diane Chen wrote about these stories from Mark’s Gospel, reminding us that “God’s original day of rest precedes the law that regulates its observance. The sabbath is God’s gift to serve people; people are not to serve the Sabbath. The issue is therefore one of priority, not whether Jesus is playing fast and loose with God’s commandments….if assuaging his disciples’ hunger brings restoration, then the prohibition against reaping is overridden. To do otherwise actually undercuts the true purpose of the Sabbath.” [2] Since the sabbath is for restoration to wholeness, feeding your body is a reasonable thing to do. Jesus’ disciples are hungry, and he feeds them. Since the sabbath is for restoration to wholeness, healing a physical ailment is a reasonable thing to do. This man has a withered hand, and Jesus heals him.

And the man’s withered hand is not only a physical ailment, “it also has social and economic dimensions. His ability to earn a living is hampered by his physical limitations, and his standing in the community is diminished. Jesus wastes no time in healing the man, because even a few hours to the end of Sabbath is too long a wait to restore a person to wholeness.” [2]

I want to be careful here, because physical disability should not be looked at as a problem to be solved. Bodies of all kinds are created in the image of God. Jesus cannot, with the snap of his fingers, reorder the society to not ostracize people with disabilities, nor can he reorder the economy to support this man even though his labor is minimal. People with all types of bodies are beloved of God, and it is us as a society that need restoration in this case, need to be made to understand the wholeness and goodness of people who do not contribute to capitalism. What he does in this story is heal the man’s hand, so he can be embraced by his community. What we can do is embrace every body in the Body of Christ. If everyone is equally valued on the sabbath day, we can move toward equally valuing everyone the other six days of the week.

You may be thinking that this whole understanding of the sabbath as a time for us to restore ourselves and one another to wholeness sound a bit like...work. Providing adequate time and space for all of God’s beloved creatures to rest, relax, and recharge does not require work on the sabbath, but it requires preparation for the sabbath. If the work that we are doing the other six days of the week is good, and just, and righteous, we can spend our sabbath knowing that all is well.

Sometime in the next several days, you will turn in some pretty important work, and then you will be done with school for the quarter. I hope that you are able to spend and least part of this summer resting. If you are going to be working, I hope you are taking care to have some days off and some sabbath, for your body and for your mind. For LEVNeers, I hope you are making good use of your days off, and not cramming too much into your minds and hearts. It’s important that we honor the God who created us by following God’s example of balancing work and rest.

Lauren Winner’s chapter about sabbath contains this great quotation: “‘What happens when we stop working and controlling nature?...When we don’t operate machines or pick flowers or pluck fish from the sea? When we cease interfering in the world, we are acknowledging that it is God’s world.” [1]

That’s the work of sabbath—giving over our own labor, power, and privilege as a reminder that the world and all its creatures are beloved of God. Breathe deeply, rest well. Amen.

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[1] Lauren F. Winner, Mudhouse Sabbath: An Invitation to Spiritual Discipline, 4-7.

[2] Diane G. Chen, “Proper 4 [9]” in Preaching God’s Transforming Justice: Year B, 269-274.

[3] Emerson B. Powery, “The Gospel of Mark” in True to Our Native Land, 127.

They'll Know We Are Christians By Our _________

I preached this sermon to the good people of Lutheran Church of the Incarnation, Davis.
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Grace and peace to you from God our Creator, hope in our Redeemer Jesus the Christ, and the promised gifts of the Holy Spirit are with you, always.

I’m sort of going to start with the punchline this week. The Hymn of the Day is an old favorite, “They’ll Know We Are Christians By Our Love.” Do you know it? I hope so. I hope you also recognized it in my sermon title, with that last noun left intentionally blank.

The lectionary texts for this week—and the state of our nation and world—lead me to wonder just what it is that we look like. What is it that makes it known we are Christians?

In his letter to the Galatians, this is the Apostle Paul’s concern, too. The church at Galatia is a group of pagan converts—not Jews. Some in their community are rabble-rousing on the question of circumcision. Should these new Christians need to enter into God’s covenant with Abraham in order to enter into the new covenant in Christ’s blood? Paul says no. Paul says, “For neither circumcision nor uncircumcision is anything; but a new creation is everything!” He does not mean, as many a preacher might say, that the new covenant is superior to the old, and that uncircumcision is better than circumcision. Neither is sufficient for salvation, he says. Those who are in Christ are a new creation, in which the status of the flesh is not ultimate. He brings it up as if to say, “the divisions you have created are not the point, but since you still think in this black-and-white, circumcised-and-uncircumcised way, I will make it plain for you.” “He insists that ‘only the love we show one another, not our physical markings, testifies to the God we serve.’”

Sometimes we wonder about why it’s relevant to read these old letters. They're not written to us or to people very similar to us at all, right? First century residents of the Roman Empire lived a pretty different life than 21st century residents of the United States of America. The reason we find these seemingly antiquated words to be, rather, timeless is because we are not as different as we believe ourselves to be.

When was the last time you “detected” someone “in a transgression” (as Galatians 6:1 indicates) and—instead of rolling your eyes, cutting them off two miles later, yelling back, plotting your revenge, or simply sulking—decided to “restore such a one in a spirit of gentleness.” When someone has committed an offense against me, my first reaction is rarely gentle. But this is step one in our Christian life. Basic human-to-human kindness.

Maybe, they’ll know we are Christians by our kindness.

Next, in this Galatians text, Paul implores us to “bear one another’s burdens.” Here in Christian community, it is not every man for himself. We are one in the Spirit.

The great Elie Wiesel—Holocaust survivor, author, and Nobel Peace Prize winner—died yesterday at the age of 87. He was famous for his words, and he said a lot of things. But what I will never forget are these words of his: “The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference; the opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference; the opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference; the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.”

We cannot be indifferent to the suffering of others. The suffering of any among us is the suffering of us all. The burden of any among us is to be the burden of us all.



This is the first sermon I’ve preached since 49 beloved children of God were murdered at Pulse in Orlando. At first, I hesitated to bring it up, like it’s already old news, just three weeks later. As I worked on this very paragraph earlier this week, I got a notification on my phone from the Associated Press that the death toll in the terrorist bombing of Ïstanbul, Türkiye’s Atatürk Airport had been raised to 36. [It has since been raised to 41, with 239 injured.] This morning, I woke to the news of over 100 dead at the hands of Daesh in Baghdad, more than 20 of them children.

There is hardly time for the sun to set on one act of violence before we’re mourning another.

Certainly, they’ll know we are humans by our violence.

In the aftermath of violence, we are quick to pray and to mourn with our loved ones and to post on our social media feeds about how we cannot believe this has happened again. We write letters to our congressional representatives about their responsibility to keep us safe, to keep guns out of the hands of terrorists, to keep bad people away from us. We wonder in private and in public about what it is that has driven these terrorists to do what they have done, what has made them so angry, what has made them so fearful. Rarely, though, do we as a nation confront these reasons head-on, before the next act of violence shatters our peace. Rarely, though, do we as a Christian community get out in front of this hateful political rhetoric—for fear that we are muddying the line between church and state.

Our violence, then, is not always gunfire, or suicide vests, or roadside bombs, or even fists. Sometimes, our violence is verbal. And sometimes, our violence is our silence.

They know we are Christians by our silence.

In these United States, whose independence and freedom we celebrate this weekend, we are well-versed in the inalienable rights of our Constitution. Our freedom to speak is, to me, the most precious. According to the First Amendment, we are free to speak our minds and hearts in the public sphere. We are not free of consequence, but we are free of prosecution. We confuse these two, a lot. And folks from every political persuasion and religious affiliation share in this freedom. Sometimes, that drives me nuts. Quote-unquote Christian voices, in particular. How quick I am to say, “Oh, no, I’m not that kind of Lutheran. I’m not that kind of Christian. I’m not that kind of American.”

They know we are Christians by our divisions.
They know we are Christians by our hate.
They know we are Christians by our fear.

Dear friends, it doesn’t have to be this way.

The human distinctions we have made (race, gender, class, ability, nationality) are not from God. Do not misunderstand me—they are real, but they are not from God and they are not ultimate. The Apostle Paul has invited us into a “distinction-free form of life.”

They can know we are Christians by another way. They can know we are Christians not by our silence, or by our divisions, or by our hate, our by our fear.

When you encounter violent speech—even when it’s subtle—you can say something. If a racist, or sexist, or classist, or ableist, or xenophobic word is uttered in your presence, you can counter it. You can. When the “Christian” voices in our nation and world are not saying what you’d say, or what you believe Jesus has said, you can speak up.

You, Lutheran Church of the Incarnation, are a Reconciling in Christ congregation and for that, thanks be to God. We, the Sierra Pacific Synod are a Reconciling in Christ synod, and for that, thanks be to God. We, the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America are, a place where we claim All Are Welcome. We can proclaim that truth much louder than we do.

As followers of Jesus we are a people of non-violence. In the kingdom of God, there is no need for a stockpile of assault rifles. We can proclaim that truth much louder than we do.

They can know we are Christians by our prophetic voices.

And in our Gospel lesson for this week, Jesus sends us on our way! He sends 70 disciples into the neighboring towns—to “every town and place where he himself intended to go (Luke 10:1). Some among the 70 were likely hesitant; before, they had always gone a step behind Jesus—not ahead—watching him interact with people, hospitable and not-so. Some others were probably chomping at the bit, ready to take their discipleship out for a spin!

Jesus tells them as they go on their way to be certain that, upon entering each house, they proclaim the nearness of the Kingdom of God—“Peace to this house!” they’ll announce.

One of the surprising take-aways of this text is its emphasis on hospitality—not just provided, but received. We are well aware that our Christian vocation emphasizes being welcoming to strangers. We know that when a new person moves into the house next door, we should introduce ourselves and maybe bring over some cookies or a bottle of wine to say “welcome to the neighborhood!” We know that when a family we don’t recognize is in church on Sunday morning we should introduce ourselves and be sure they know when Vacation Bible School is.

This text though, turns hospitality from passive to active. Hospitality must also be accepted. We cannot just welcome others into our homes, to our tables, to our cultures, to our norms. We must go where we are foreigners. We must feel what it feels like to be a guest. Provide hospitality to strangers, yes, but also allow strangers to provide hospitality to you.

They can know we are Christians by our mutual hospitality.

The first half of 2016 has been quite an adventure, and shows no signs of slowing, let alone stopping. We can be discouraged by this. We can throw up our hands and refuse to participate any further. We can double down on our divisions.

Or, we can be the transgressive radicals Jesus calls us to be and we can instead speak peace to each house we enter. The peace of God which passes all understanding. “God’s peace is a peace founded on life, rather than death. On relationship, rather than enmity. On engaging and accepting mutual hospitality, rather than building walls of division.”

They can know we are Christians by our peace.
They can know we are Christians by our hope.
They can know we are Christians by our love.