I’ve been a spectator to many two hour conversations between my dad and any number of individual friends, family members or ministry associates. This was my childhood. It seemed that I accompanied my father everywhere. My recollection of summers spent covered in grease and dirt working in a cinder block, tin roof garage were one part nostalgia and another part character building. I reminisce about those marathon discussions about life and making right choices as a young man. I have had many more of these type of conversations over the years–many with my father, but there are other important talks with my elders. I have been blessed to have older men in my life who have decided that its better to give me wisdom than to let me alone. These men are pastors, preachers, businessmen, teachers, neighbors, co-workers, etc. Not every man has been blessed by these kind of relationships. Sadly, many have experienced the reverse and as a result there is a generation of boys and men who walk around without  wise words coming from gray heads.

Ole Heads and Young Bucks

Ole Head and Young Buck

In many communities, boys grow up in homes where one parent is present and the model of manhood is the neighborhood ‘mac’. Single mothers have held it down, especially in the black community, but it needs to be reiterated that nothing replaces a father figure. There is nothing like sitting down with an older black man who has been through some stuff.  There’s a certain age when authenticity is all that is left–no pretense and no fluff. I remember one of the most uncomfortable conversations that I’ve ever been a part of took place with a friend of my dad’s.  The conversation took place shortly before I got married–he attempted to describe the sex act for me, specifically relating it to his own experience. Yes, this was unnecessary and embarrassing.  He was a godly man who wanted the best for me and I was grateful that he cared enough to speak into my life. I think a lot of these men realize that they don’t have a lot of time left and they want to give what they have to someone who is willing to listen. A lot of young cats are not willing to listen and they’ve rejected wisdom from the ‘gray heads’. This lack of connection between older and younger generations is probably related to a break in inter-generational influence–perhaps related to the double edge sword of welfare. Recently, an older gentlemen at church pulled me aside and began to give me the gift of wisdom. At the end of the conversation I thanked him.  I am one of his pastors, but he was discipling me and supplying me with the benefit of his experience.

Paul’s relationship with Timothy and Barnabas’ relationship with Mark are both dynamic father son combinations. (1 Timothy 1:2) Timothy was a son to Paul and the Apostle poured into this young man his life and experience with Christ so that Timothy could be all that God called him to be. (2 Timothy 3:10) The fruit of one’s labor is sometimes realized in the work of another. (1 Corinthians 3:5-9) There aren’t a lot of older men with wisdom in many communities–there are pockets of the wise in barbershops, churches and other inconspicuous places. They are rare, but once you find them they are a prize. The writer of Proverbs says it this way, “Blessed is the man who finds wisdom, the man who gains understanding, for she is more profitable than silver and yields better return than gold.” (3:13-14)

An Example to Follow(Henry Ossawa Tanner Painting)

Example to Follow
(Henry Ossawa Tanner)

One of the positives of the Million Man March seventeen years ago is that it sought to reintegrate a missing piece of the familial puzzle. Our homes, communities, schools, churches were not meant to be run by women alone–a man’s influence is essential. What started with my father at J.C. Auto Repair in the early 80′s on Parrish Street in North Philly continues as I near my forties. My father-in-law, pastor, peers, brothers, favorite authors, professors–they all give what they can. These wise men  are gracious enough to see my folly and to provide an alternate direction–praise God for the gift. I stand at the bus stop with my nine year old at 6:56 AM every weekday morning trying to give him what I received.  Hopefully he holds onto some of this wisdom because it will save him from unnecessary pain in life. There is so much that a young buck can receive from an old head.

Here is a recent article from Christian Post. Its an interesting read.

http://www.christianpost.com/news/black-pastors-church-woefully-uninformed-about-abortions-impact-95891/

Several issues here:

1. The assumption that Black Pastors/Preachers are “woefully uninformed’ about abortions impact is to assume that a small group of clergy speaks for all the black church or black church leaders. They do not speak for the black church–there is no way they could possibly speak for the entire black church.

2. Perhaps Black Pastors/Preachers know about the abortion issue but yet they also know about the teen pregnancy issue, the incarceration issue, drug abuse issue, HIV issue, poverty issue, violence issue…I think my point is that we (the Black Church) can’t afford to be a one issue church. The unborn and the born deserve justice.

3. Maybe some need to know about the greater impact and my assumption is that efforts like this will do the job but I wonder if those who cheer on these men as they occupy the spotlight are as concerned about the babies who are born and how they live? I don’t know but I hope the pro-life effort goes beyond the womb to encompass all of life – healthcare, education, fair treatment, etc..

Let me follow-up by saying that the abortion issue is an urgent issue in our nation.  I believe that the act of abortion (although a right in this land) is the premeditated killing of innocent life. In most cases abortion is the consequence of the idolatry of sex. The history of abortion and the African American community is disturbing to say the least.  My contention is that to highlight black clergy in order to shame into action is an ill conceived strategy. As a member of the black church and ‘black clergy’ that lumping ‘us’ together on these kinds of issues may not be helpful but I must warn you that I am just one of many black preachers out there.

There have been various responses to this article and since the heavy weights have responded either through publication or through other public venues I think I will try to give my vantage point on this piece out of Philadelphia magazine. There are three assessments of this piece that I would like to propose. I would love to interject some hope but before hope there is painful truth and so here we go.

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Privilege

When White Privilege speaks, this is how it sounds…

As I read Robert Huber’s article I quickly caught some key things. The article begins on page 59 and quickly we recognize a prime example of privilege. Huber starts the article out by describing his son’s apartment near Temple University and quickly shares how a police officer mentions that the location where his son’s apartment is located is a bad spot. As he moves through the area in question he notices a home with a padlocked front door with window dressing that looks like a stained sheet. Who knows what or who lives behind the soiled sheet! Privilege may not be evil, but it does reveal one’s position in society.  It also highlights options one has within a community—one option is to gaze upon another with pity. Pity in many cases is neither good nor evil—it is simply a response to an unfortunate predicament. Pity looks down and in many cases may prompt one to extend help. However, in some instances it takes the form of an article in a high end magazine.

I wonder if Huber is really concerned with what is behind the proverbial ‘stained sheet’. While reading this article I was reminded how the Biblical text describes how lepers were treated in 1st Century Palestine. White flight is the by-product of what many perceive as the modern day leper. The kind of thinking that I describe jumps out on page 59 when he says, “And if you’re white, you don’t merely avoid them–you do your best to erase them from your thoughts.” The statement is surrounded by the writer’s assessment of a community in paradox.

The real question is this; how can a world class university exist in the same community where homes are in squalor conditions and crime run rampant? Privilege is the answer. The opportunity to come in and leave and to know that you can leave is privilege. To drive through the neighborhood and make your way back to Mt. Airy unscathed is privilege. To have a friendly conversation with a police officer where there is no assumption that you either are, or could be a suspect in a crime. To wonder why others won’t just enjoy the American dream that’s theirs to grab hold off—this is a by product of privilege.

Proximity

“Why would I be teaching in an inner-city school if I’m a racist?” This statement found on page 60 hit a nerve for me. It sounds innocent enough, but I am familiar with these kinds of statements. It’s a cousin to the infamous, “I have a black friend and so I can’t be racist” statement.  A twenty six year old teacher in his first year calls an eighth grader “boy”. The student is African American and takes offense. The stepfather gets involved and there is a meeting between teacher, student, and principle and stepfather. The teacher apologized, but Huber injected the teacher’s thinking; the aforementioned statement about proximity and profession. I don’t believe that the teacher is racist, but what I do want to consider is the assumption that many make. Many falsely believe that somehow living or working in close proximity to those who are the ‘other’ exempts them from critique.

The teacher is asking for slack, some room or grace on the ‘boy’ thing. He gets some grace and should.  Does the teacher believe that he is doing us a favor by teaching in the inner-city? It deserves mentioning that blacks are not ultra-sensitive about the race thing, but we are sensitive enough to know the smell of racism or we at least know how to sniff out an environment before letting our guard down. The student behaves even worse after the meeting.  Huber feels the need to include this—why? Is he saying that the student and father used the race card and it backfired on them? I don’t know–I hope not. I grew up in the Philadelphia public school system and white, black, Asian students cut the fool all day long, even after parent-teacher conferences. It is called being an adolescent.

Broad and Spring Garden

Broad and Spring Garden

Concerning proximity, I think Huber hits the nail on the head with the last sentence on page 62, “Whites moved out.” This is undeniable. The reality of white flight from Philadelphia is still underway and the economic impact is a citywide phenomenon. A greater question is why? Why did they move to the suburbs? These are the questions that Philadelphia Magazine needs to ask…research that! The article suggests that there are hoards of hyper sensitive blacks who are unwilling to have this ‘conversation’. If there were kids behind the ‘stained sheet’ that Huber speaks about how might they view living so close to a world class education knowing that access to that education is out of reach?

Paternalism

The ‘Great White Hope’ syndrome is all over this piece. As the article quickens to the end, we see more and more of this syndrome. There is the shop owner Ben, an industrious guy whose description seemed more inline with a pioneer staking out territory among crack heads and dealers. Brave Ben will eventually colonize the community and gentrify this place so that others can come through and enjoy the city again.  Then there is Jen, who is trying to convince young urban professionals to send their kids to a predominantly black elementary school. Who knew the key would be a high end urban professional sending their kid to the neighborhood school? Now it’s the ‘in’ thing. These examples are provided to build a narrative that White flight destroyed the city and White re-entry is going to save the city.

I tried to shed a tear as I read the following statement,

The problems seem intractable. In so many quarters, simply discussing race is seen as racist.  And so white people are stuck, dishonest by default, as we take a pass on the state of this city’s largest black inner city and settle for politely opening doors at Wawa, before we slip back to our own lives.

I tried to shed more tears as he went on,

We’re stuck in another way, too. Our troubled black communities create in us a tangle of feelings, including this one: a desire for things to be better. But for the sentiment to come true–for it to mean anything, even–I’ve come to believe that white people have to risk being much more open. It’s impossible to know how that might change the racial dynamics in Philadelphia, or the plight of the inner city.

Big Poppa to the rescue! I was set back by the statement, “Our troubled black communities…” Huber sounds paternalistic when he gets to what he really wants to say, “But like many people, I yearn for much more: that I could feel the freedom to speak to my African-American neighbors about, say, not only my concerns for my son’s safety living around Temple, but how the inner city needs to get its act together.” There it is–the inner city needs to get its act together and Huber suggests that this is a conversation about race? He ignores economics and conflates several issues into one and passes it off as a much needed conversation about racial tension.

In an attempt to discuss race what Huber really wants to say is that Black folk need to straighten up their mess so his son doesn’t get mugged while receiving the advantages of life inside the bubble.  While he moans about Wawa doors and tries to give racism a soft side, Black mothers and fathers are trying to survive, many burying their children or visiting them in prison. We need a conversation about education disparity, jobs and sub par health care. The conversation about race is always going on for Blacks. It is a never ending dialogue, but mostly among ourselves because many Whites are tired of hearing about race. Some have the privilege to compartmentalize race, but color is often times judged immediately.

Broad and Parrish

Broad and Parrish

Somehow I wonder if men like the one that wrote this article are aware that Black men and women understand the conditions of our community. There are churches, civic organizations, other religious groups working hard to address teen pregnancy, illiteracy, addiction, violence, etc. Much of our efforts are with few resources, but the effort to transition a generation goes on despite the opposition. We are hopeful that the issues of race, class and ethnicity will be dealt with. However, in order to deal one has to be willing to admit that white privilege is real and structural racism is not the latest excuse from black folks for their condition.

A question that many in the Anglo community may be asking is how do we move forward if all the above is true? The following list may help with moving forward:

Respect – Simply put, don’t discount someone else’s experience as trivial and inconsequential. This is key when a black person recognizes ‘racism’.  What you perceive as nothing is just that…your perception. Privilege can cause one to discount a black person’s awareness of racism, whether subtle or blatant.  Examples of this might be: a prolonged gaze, the clutching of a pocketbook or the absence of persons of color within the management structure of a company. Respect what black folk are saying instead of designating the claim as hyper sensitivity or ‘victimization’. Respect must be mutual.

Understand the nature of poverty – One of the things that I missed in Philadelphia Magazine’s piece, “Being White in Philly” was an understanding of the nature of poverty and its pervasiveness. Poverty is not simply the absence of wealth, it is often the absence of ideas and solutions. People in poverty exist within a unique context and until you understand perhaps you shouldn’t call it a race issue. Understanding someone’s context requires more than a quick drive through the neighborhood with windows up, only engaging with those who fear the ‘others’.

Talk with leaders already involved in the work of restoration – This may be difficult to comprehend for many outsiders, but there are actually people working hard to solve many of the issues related to poverty. There are churches, mosques, civic leaders, and community leaders who know the folks in the community and are acutely aware of how poverty operates.  Talk to these people first before suggesting solutions that may be more appropriate for the suburbs or other contexts. I have noticed in the past, that suburban churches who have a genuine heart for the city seem to want to come in as a savior to rescue poor folk. ‘Teach them how to fish and you’ll never have to feed them again.’ This kind of oversimplification is more harmful than helpful. Poverty is often systemic and entrenched and requires years of recovery.

The Big Story
Narrative is incredibly powerful. The story of our lives is shaped by a larger narrative or what some call a Meta-Narrative. The big story that a group or society buys into–the major theme that govern our lives. I need to know that there is a story bigger than the tired one that so many believe. We need a big story! A meta-narrative is a big story that a culture creates or imports into their everyday thinking and life.  For example, one meta-narrative for a significant group for North American Christians says, “We must get back to the good ole days because we were once a Christian nation.” This narrative is well known within Evangelical circles and has caused many to cry out for another great awakening or revival to restore what ‘others’ have ruined. There is no doubt that this is a deep seeded belief. This kind of thinking can sometimes ignore the dangers of Christendom. We forget that Christendom included such things as a privileged theology from a privileged class which contrasts a theology from the bottom which streams out of the Biblical text. God comes to the rescue of the oppressed.

Groups tends to view their past and their collective narrative as the true story and may unintentionally negate any other group’s narrative. In other words, our story is ‘the’ story. Some would even say that their story is on the same level as Biblical revelation. It’s important to say up front that the big story is what God has revealed about Himself. He remains the Librarymain character despite our attempts to play substitute or to discount a big story. Humanity will often seek to envision a world without God where they are the main character and God plays villain. We must recognize that our story is not the main story but our small story can find real meaning once it is seen in relation to what God has communicated to us about Himself.

Even those who are familiar with God will develop an imaginary where God is not replaced but they certainly shape a story with themselves in the primary role at the exclusion of other peoples. Take the narrative of Puritan settlers coming to what was called the ‘New World’ to establish a community that would be a beacon for the world. This narrative underpins the idea of American exceptional-ism  The pilgrim narrative is read into the big story of North America and then mixed into the Biblical story. Although the source of American exceptional-ism is not easily placed, the empirical evidence of exceptional-ism is observed and undeniable.

Everyone has a narrative. Most young African Americans will connect to the urban narrative that’s usually voiced through hip hop, spoken word, clothing, tattoos, etc. I believe that contemporary music, if not a comprehensive cultural barometer is certainly a legitimate marker of social direction. The current narrative of the African American community seems to resemble more the lyrics of an R & B hit than any Negro spiritual. The Negro spiritual is not a contemporary narrative but at one point it was the primary story of communal suffering and overcoming for African slaves and their descendants.  A point of contrast is listed below which not only shows the gulf not between old and new styles of music, but it also highlights a gulf in thinking. I stumbled across the lyrics below written by one of the most prolific rap artist/composers out today:

“…We just want credit where it’s due
I’ma worry about me, give a f#@k about you
Nigga, just as a reminder to myself
I wear every single chain, even when I’m in the house

The artist highlights the culture of not only North American inner cities but also it’s suburban developments. This song is a top ten hit on the billboard rap chart. Self-centered decadence with a disregard for others. Art is a mirror into the heart of a society. This is the narrative of our society and more specifically this is the story of my generation and the one that follows. This is a horror story with small characters and a thin plot. Please don’t hear me say that older generations are exempt from critique–they raised my ‘wayward’ generation and there is no such thing as the ‘good ole days’. Each generation looks to exempt themselves from complicity but the ‘glove’ does indeed fit.

I guess my question is whether there is a new story that needs to be told? If I were to frame a new/old story (narrative) it would be based on an ancient story. It is not an unfamiliar story to some but for many it is a story that many have no recollection of at all. Various communities have found hope in the Exodus of Jews from Egypt.  The story is rooted in the Old Testament; the story of liberation.  God frees His people from the grip of Pharaoh  The Exodus account has resonated with black folk through the last two centuries. God freed Africans from the hand of their European oppressors by His mighty hand of mercy. Although the Exodus account has undeniable parallel–the Biblical story doesn’t end with the Red Sea miracle. There is also a wilderness experience, conquest of the land, period of judges, kingdom, exile and then 400 years of silence. The narrative doesn’t finds its fulfillment until God incarnates Himself and lives among those who are in bondage to man’s greatest oppressor. Christ the Liberator destroy man’s greatest enemy by dying and resurrecting. Blacks found freedom in a story that was bigger than their situation.1 Israel’s story is my story, our story, mankind’s story. We all like sheep have gone astray and we are chastened by our Creator, who redeems a select few for His glory. In the midst of our death God brings life.

Spirituals

Spirituals

Black slaves borrowed the Biblical narrative and infused their experience of suffering into the greater narrative. God reveals Himself in the suffering of His people Israel. God’s interaction with His chosen people becomes the looking glass by which the oppressed navigate hope. The spiritual is history as much as it is a pronouncement of hope. Here Jesus, Mary, Moses and Pharaoh all play a part in describing deep despair and an unrealized hope.

‘Oh Mary Don’t You Weep’

Well if I could I surely would
Stand on the rock where Moses stood;
Pharaoh’s army got drownded -
O Mary don’t you weep.

O Mary don’t you weep, don’t mourn,
O Mary don’t you weep, don’t mourn,
Pharaoh’s army got drownded -
O Mary don’t you weep.

Well Mary wore three links and chains -
On every link was Jesus’ name;
Pharaoh’s army got drownded -
O Mary don’t you weep.

(chorus)

Well one of these nights bout 12 o’clock
This old world is gonna rock;
Pharaoh’s army got drownded -
O Mary don’t you weep.

Well Moses stood on the Red Sea shore,
Smote’ the water with a two by four;
Pharaoh’s army got drownded -
O Mary don’t you weep

Mary’s tears, Moses’ miracle and Pharaoh’s judgment describes a hope that God indeed hears, cares and will vindicate. There is great hope even in the midst of slavin.  There is hope that God hears the cry of the oppressed and will indeed deliver.

This is the story that my community needs–a story of resurrection and hope. In hip hop tradition a cypher presents an opportunity to continue a story that is underway–no time to over think–just let it flow. One kicks it off and another tell the tale of grandeur and exploit and then they pass the mic. My generation is next in line as ole heads have spit their story. Who will shape this generations story? Lord have mercy…it can’t be the story of rims, Tims and ‘up in the club’. I’m not knocking the platform for telling the story—there is not a better communicator of history than the urban story teller. His or her craft; the mixing of beats and lyrics whether on the street corners or in the studios has at least kept folk thinking about those on the bottom. Most history is told from the top by the privileged few who only document the conquest of the mighty. This is not a complete story. We need the Negro spirituals to talk about suffering, the blues to talk about heart ache and gospels to tell of hope despite all the tragedy. We need jazz to communicate our mood and R & B to communicate our love. We need hip hop to communicate our righteous indignation. So the meta-narrative is always being written it just needs some color. It is also important to remember that we exist under a big story of God’s redemptive plan to rescue mankind. In the Biblical text there are some key verses that summarizes the big story–especially of God’s redemptive movement on the earth. 1 Timothy 3:16 describes a key piece of the story:

“Beyond all question, the mystery of godliness is great: He appeared in a body, was vindicated by the Spirit, was seen by angels, was preached among the nations, was believed on in the world, was taken up in glory.”

The story of the Savior makes all the difference in the world. Jesus came to continue the narrative and invites us to be apart of this story.

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1. Smith, T. H. (2003). Exodus. In C. West, & E. S. Glaude (Eds.), African American Religious Thought, An Anthology (pp. 309-377). Louisville, Kentucky, USA: Westminster John Knox Press. 318-319

The Bible gives a number of accounts that provides us with the best and worst of humanity–Luke 8:26-39 is a passage that shows a clash between the two. (Mark 5:1-20; Matthew 8:28-34)

Luke 8

Luke 8:26-39

Jesus arrives in the region of the Gerasenes and is welcomed by a man who had been infested with a multitude of demons. He had been tormented day and night by these fallen servants of God.  He was an enigma. His life was a combination of nakedness, homelessness, mental incoherence, violence and bondage. How these demons came to inhabit his body is not stated, but rarely do we have a timeline of sin and how one came to be possessed, addicted or in bondage. We often times see the person as the shell of their former selves. He was driven by these fallen spirits through grave yards–places where the dead rest until judgment day.  He was alone and the text says that the spirits would often lead him to solitary places. Although inhabited by many demons who identified themselves as “Legion” (λεγεών used in the New Testament to convey a great number; 6,000 Roman soldiers) he is without meaningful human relationships.

I can’t help but see a parallel between this man’s life and the lifestyle of many within our culture. There are many whose lives consist of running from club to club–self medicated, naked without a place to call home where healthy relationships are the norm. Their thinking has been flipped and they hold onto the idea that man is the center of the universe. They have denied the Creator and exchanged Him for a smaller, pocket sized god. Their identity, like this demon possessed man, has been replaced by something else–maybe not “Legion,” but something that compels them to harm themselves. The young and old hope to acquire new identities through tattoos, piercings and other fashion trends. They wear what they see their gods wear. They consume the details of those they worship.

They ‘instagram’ pictures of self worship and post them for public consumption.  ’Soul for Sale’ is what’s advertised in dark night clubs and questionable dating sites.  On a daily basis, strangers lay down with each other and exchange more than they realize. Soul ties are lifelong and casual sex is never anonymous and without consequences.  Legions of lost souls run through the tombs; aimless and empty trying to find something that will mask the pain and shame. Music, drugs, sex, clothes, notoriety, and intellect–all come up short and leave us all thirsty, hungry and naked.

Jesus had just calmed the wind and waves in the previous passage in Luke 8 and He arrives ashore when is met by an audible pleading for mercy. When God shows up the battle over territory ensues. The fallen followers of the evil one want respite and Jesus grants them a pause as their time in the Abyss approaches. These spirits understand their ultimate place and they know the One who would exact judgment on evil on the Last Day.

Jesus the Liberator shows up and frees this man of his demons.  the text does not say that Jesus questioned him about how he came to be a dwelling for demons. Instead, the power of the Most High dislodges what was once an impenetrable connection between man and these spirits.  They find a new home in the swine and those swine ultimately bear the cost and are drowned in the lake that Jesus had just calmed. At this, the townspeople fear and therefore made request that Jesus leave them. Did they fear a greater power than what they had become accustomed to? When Jesus shows up those in the spirit realm and those in the flesh are forced to respond–a neutral response is not appropriate. God’s presence in our lives challenges the demonic and the flesh.

Repossessed

Repossessed

The man who was once imprisoned and possessed is now sitting at the feet of Jesus, “…dressed in his right mind.” He is now clothed, cognizant and Christ-centered.  Jesus tells him to go back home and to get involved in the process of redemptive community building.  A maniac is changed into a missional representative of the One who can calm the winds, waves and legions of demonic forces. This story began with a man out of his mind who was kept on the outskirts of the city by those who wanted peace and safety. Christ steps ashore and flipped the script and now this man is at peace, experiencing the shalom of the Messiah while the people of Gerasenes are now afraid of the one who could deliver them from their insanity. What a dichotomy! They asked the One who could transform their lives to leave them– who’s crazy now? One man’s liberation can sometimes translate into another man’s loss.

Check out the recent article that I wrote for an online publication.  The topic is one that the church side steps but it is my contention that we, the Church of Jesus Christ, need to be prepared to disciple those struggle with this silent addiction that lurks in the shadows. The article was published this past week.

The Use of the Concept of the New Identity in Christ when Counseling Sexual Addiction

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Christ Liberates