Last Friday I tagged along with Julia and her boyfriend Jesse when they went to the Shabbat service at Congregation B’nai B’rith Santa Barbara. I’d never been to a Jewish synagogue (and I couldn’t spend my Friday night watching TV like I usually do), so I jumped at the chance to expand my body of religious knowledge. Jesse is Jewish, and Julia’s been attending Shabbat services with him for the past few months, so I felt comfortable going along as their guest.
Unfortunately we somehow missed the memo that the service started 45 minutes before we showed up, and Jesse gave me a hard time for forgetting to take off the cross necklace I wear habitually (he was joking… mostly), but for the most part I really enjoyed myself. The prayers sung by the congregation were beautiful interpretations of Torah passages, and the sermon was delivered by a spunky young woman rabbi. Plus, I enjoyed covertly trying to figure out if a certain women across the aisle from us was my 11th grade history teacher (she’s Jewish and I heard she moved to Santa Barbara… I’m pretty sure it was her!). I’m planning on going back another Friday night.
But I’ve been wondering just how comfortable I should have been, how much I should have enjoyed myself, especially when I compare my synagogue experience to my interactions with Mormons. At the LDS chapel I very intentionally chose not to partake of the “sacrament,” but at the synagogue I didn’t think twice about drinking the wine and eating the challah used in a communion-like ceremony after the service was over. At Institute I’m extremely cautious about the hymns I choose to sing and the prayers I choose to join, but at the synagogue I participated in every (English) prayer I could.
See, one of my interfaith dialogue pet peeves is when Mormons assume that they believe everything I do with a few additions, that I’m “on the right track” on my “faith journey”… with the implication that I just haven’t arrived yet, that maybe one day I’ll be more completely evolved. I believe in the authority of the Bible–which is great!–but it’s too bad I don’t have the more complete understand of this ambiguous book provided by modern-day revelation.
This kind of thinking is annoying, because: (1) it’s frustratingly condescending, (2) I think it misrepresents most Mormon teachings on mainline Christianity (we did add things like creeds that Mormonism teaches corrupted pure, New Testament Christianity), and (3) it reduces millenia of diverse Christian thought and practice to one neat package of doctrine that just serves as a precursor to the “Restoration.” It tries to tell me what I and my community believe, and leaves no room for me to bring something new and challenging to the conversation. This attitude is so prevalent at Institute that it’s refreshing when a teacher or student says something directly against Christianity.
So I want to avoid doing the same thing to my Jewish friends. I think most Christians view Judaism the same way many Mormons view Christianity: as a quaint, less evolved version of “real” religion. We host our own Passover sedars, read historical fiction about the Holocaust, and some dispensationalists even turn to Christian Zionism to protect the Jews… but only as a means to ushering in Christ’s return. Is our popular fascination with Judaism, our willingness to sentimentalize Jews as more honorable people than, say, Muslims, condescending? Do we assume we know everything there is to know about this ancient and complex religion just because we’ve read the Old Testament? Are we silencing Jews by insisting on narrating their stories, neatly summarizing their theologies?
I’m quick to dismiss Mormon interpretations of the Bible that don’t align with the theological training I’ve received, but I’m sure most Jews would do the same with the way Christians apply messianic prophecies to Jesus (or disagree that certain prophetic writings are even messianic!). My Christian understanding, of, say, the “other sheep” Jesus mentions in John means I don’t believe that the Book of Mormon’s stories about Jews in the Americas are true, but, positively, it could also teach my Mormon friends about my own views on what it means for gentiles to be included as part of the people of God. Likewise, we Christians could learn from Jewish interpretations of books like Isaiah not just that Jews don’t believe Jesus is the messiah, but what past or future events they ascribe to those particular prophecies.
Again, I’m not a relativist. I believe the Christian story best describes God and His interactions with humanity, and part of that story involves Christianity’s own theological understandings of the role of the Jewish nation. We’ve somehow been grafted onto the olive tree that is Israel (not the modern nation-state), and that means we need to think and speak about that relationship. But let’s also allow our Jewish friends to speak for themselves. We don’t have to pretend to agree about everything pre-Jesus; respectful disagreement and mutual education is far more appropriate. Maybe we need to consciously allow for some degree of tension when we enter into Jewish spaces like the synagogue I visited–not to create animosity between two religious groups, but to wrestle both individually and collectively through the implications of our respective beliefs and practices.
So the question I’m still asking is: to what degree should I participate in Shabbat services if I end up going back?
“We may ignore, but we can nowhere evade, the presence of God. The world is crowded with Him. He walks everywhere incognito. And the incognito is not always hard to penetrate. The real labour is to remember, to attend. In fact, to come awake. Still more to remain awake.” ~C.S. Lewis
That’s the quote my pastor selected as the “thought before worship” this Sunday, an interesting thought to consider on Transfiguration Sunday, when we remember the blatant revelation of Jesus as the Son of God to Peter, James, and John. I never before noticed how stark the juxtaposition is between this Sunday and the following Wednesday: Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent, a season in which we practice solemnity and self-discipline, bearing in mind Christ’s own suffering. It, of course, ends with the biggest celebration of the Christian year–Christ is risen!–but perhaps the glory of the Transfiguration is part of the Lenten story, too. The Transfiguration is a brief burst of holiness, an event that leaves Jesus’ disciples speechless or babbling. It reminds us that God walks among us, even when He walks incognito. Like Christ’s painful walk to Calvary between Palm Sunday and Easter, like our own stumbling journeys between Eden and eschaton, our somber Lenten path is bracketed by unavoidable inbreaks of the presence of God–events that would startle even the soundest sleeper awake. One day, every knee will bow, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord.
The challenge is to stay awake now, to remember Jesus transfigured even when He’s walking beside us, invisible.
I’ve identified two especially challenging barriers to my own everyday wakefulness, and this Lent I’m going to see what happens when I mindfully regulate them:
#1–The internet, specifically, T.V.
It’s far too easy (at least, for me) to hop on the computer and end up wasting hours browsing Facebook, StumbleUpon, etc, not to mention the amount of time I spend watching T.V. on Netflix or Hulu every night. T.V. is my go-to activity when I’m tired and don’t want to think–I recently realized, to my chagrin, that I consistently follow nine shows, and that’s not even counting older seasons of other shows I watch when nothing new is on. Goodbye for Lent, T.V. (except for when I’m watching socially–trust me, the vast majority of my T.V. time is solitary). And I can’t really avoid the internet when I’m at work, but during Lent I’m going to stay offline when I’m at home. What will I do with my hours of free time on weeknights now? I have no clue, but I’m going to have to figure it out. I’m hoping to develop more contemplative spiritual practices.
T.V. and food often go together. I eat when I’m bored, or when my brain’s turned off (sound like prime T.V. watching time to you?). Or I read while I eat my meals, totally oblivious to what I’m doing. This means I often overeat, which is both unhealthy and wasteful. So during Lent I’m getting rid of my food of choice–junk food (it’s much easier to binge on chocolate or potato chips than on veggies!). I want to be more aware of what I’m doing when I eat, so I’m also going to try to pray before I eat anything, thanking God for His provision, for the next forty days. We are ashes to ashes, dust to dust, but in a time and place of abundantly available food it’s easy to forget that we are fundamentally dependent on God to sustain us.
So those are my Lenten intentions. May I emerge celebrating Easter more wakefully.
- reading T.S. Eliot’s Ash Wednesday.
- writing a piece explaining the seasons of the Church for one of my Institute teachers to use in her New Testament class. She requested I do so after our long conversation about Lent and the Church calendar last night.
- preparing to guide my 56 Club (fifth and sixth grade youth group at my church) kids through the church’s Ash Wednesday service tonight (and planning for a BBQ on Sunday!).
NOTE: I’ve been thinking about much more than just interfaith dialogue in this strange post-college season, so I’ve decided to expand the breadth of this blog. I’ll write what I want, yo, because, well, no one reads this blog anyway, and writing is how I best process my thoughts and feelings.
I was introduced to the following prayer by my friend Jasmine at a recent meeting of our prayer home group, and I found it particularly apropos of this current stage of life:
O Thou who art the Lord of the night as of the day and to whose will all the stars are obedient, in this hour of darkness I too would submit my will to Thine.
From the stirrings of self-will within my heart:
From cowardly avoidance of necessary duty:
From rebellious shrinking from necessary suffering:
From discontentment with my lot:
From jealousy of those whose lot is easier:
From thinking lightly of the one talent Thou hast give me, because Thou hast not given me five or ten:
From uncreaturely pride:
From undisciplined thought:
From unwillingness to learn and unreadiness to serve:
O God, set me free.
O God my Father, who art often closest to me when I am farthest from Thee and who art near at hand even when I feel that Thou hast forsaken me, mercifully grant that the defeat of my self-will may be the triumph in me of Thine eternal pupose.
May I grow more sure of Thy reality and power:
May I attain a clearer mind as to the meaning of my life on earth:
May I strengthen my hold upon life eternal:
May I look more and more to things unseen:
May my desires grow less unruly and my imaginations more pure:
May my love for my fellow men [and women] grow deeper and more tender, and may I be more willing to take their burdens upon myself.
To Thy care, O God, I commend my soul and the souls of all whom I love and who love me; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
–A Diary of Private Prayer, by John Baillie