Anti-Terrorism: Let’s get serious!

24 04 2013

by Brian Walsh

Let’s talk about two bills that have been before the Parliament of Canada.

Today, the Federal government passed Bill S-7 which amends the Criminal Code to give the state escalated powers to hold people without charge if they are suspected of conspiring towards a terrorist act. That the bill was pushed into the House this week is, of course, just a tad cynical. I mean, who would want to limit the state’s power to combat terrorism in the wake of the Boston Marathon bombing last week, and the arrest this week of two men accused of conspiring a terrorist attack on a Via train.

A mural of murdered Salvadoran Environmentalist Marcelo Rivera, who opposed Pacific Rim’s mining efforts in San Isidro, El Salvador.

Now consider another piece of proposed legislation. Liberal MP John McKay put forward Bill C-300 a couple of years back: “The Corporate Accountability of Mining, Oil and Gas Corporations in Developing Countries Act.” This bill would have imposed sanctions on Canadian mining companies when they engaged in unethical behaviour in other countries. This bill was defeated in the Fall of 2010, and I simply note in passing that then Liberal leader, Michael Ignatieff, made a point of not being in the House for that important vote.

Bill C-300 wanted to find a way to insist that Canadian businesses who engaged in environmentally destructive mining, unsafe and oppressive working conditions, and even murder, would be somehow held accountable in Canada.

Let’s be clear about something here. Both of these Acts are about protection. The one that passed was about limiting personal liberties in order to protect Canadian citizens and society. The one that was defeated was about limiting certain corporate liberties in order to protect citizens, society and the environment of other nations. Read the rest of this entry »





The Time Was Ripe: Bruce Springsteen, Hope and Jesus

22 04 2013

by Brian Walsh

(On Sunday, April 21, the Wine Before Breakfast band led a service at the Church of the Redeemer. The songs they played were “The River,” “We are alive,” “My Father’s House,” “Hungry Heart,” “Rocky Ground,” “If I should fall behind,” “Land of Hope and Dreams,” and “The Promised Land.” The texts for the evening were John 10.22-30 and Revelation 7.9-17. This is the sermon from that service.)

 

The time was ripe for the question,
and the suspense was unbearable.

This wasn’t the kind of thing that you played around with.
This wasn’t the time to be elusive.

While some asked the question to confirm their worse suspicions,
for others the question arose from their deepest hopes.

“Give it to us straight,
don’t mess around with us,
if you are the Messiah,
then tell us so plainly.”

The time was ripe for the question,
and the suspense was unbearable.

I mean, hadn’t he just awakened such hopes
with all of his talk about sheep and shepherds?

I am the good shepherd,” he had just proclaimed,
stunning the people with the double audacity of it all.
Audacious for a Jewish man to employ those two words in this way,
­– “I am” –
and audacious with its reference to the deepest Messianic hopes
– the hope for a shepherd leader who would feed the flock,
protect the sheep and bring them home.

So, given that kind of talk,
the time was ripe for the question.

But it was also the right day for such a question.
The time was ripe, even on the calendar.

It was at the time of the Festival of the Dedication.
It was winter, and Jesus was walking in the temple.

It was the Festival of the Dedication. Read the rest of this entry »





WBB does Springsteen

18 04 2013

Springsteen Poster





Ambivalence and Resurrection

2 04 2013

by Brian Walsh

(A sermon preached at Wine Before Breakfast, April 2, 2013, on John 21.4-19 in the context of U2′s “Beautiful Day”) 

The ambivalence is there from the beginning.

The story is clearly one of deep, deep hope,
but the ambivalence shows in the first words.

Maybe you can only taste such deep hope,
such profound restoration,
in the face of such ambivalence.

Yes, the ambivalence is there from the beginning.

The heart is a bloom,
shoots up through the stony ground.

On one level we hear echoes of Isaiah,
the wilderness will blossom,
surely that is appropriate on a Easter Tuesday.

And yet, that heart is a bloom, shoots up through the stony ground.

A farmer went out to sow, and some seeds fell on stony ground.
Maybe those seeds grew into new shoots and began to bloom,
but there is something ominous, something ambivalent about that bloom:
it won’t last.

It’s a beautiful day, don’t let it get away.
But not all that you see on this beautiful day is all that beautiful.
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out.
See the oil fields at first light.
It’s a beautiful day, but it is not without its ambivalence. Read the rest of this entry »





A Pastoral Letter for Holy Week, 2013

23 03 2013

by Brian Walsh

The story was going a certain way.
Sure, there were some detours along the way
and things didn’t always go totally as expected,
but the overall plot remained clear.

It was all about home.
It was all about being in exile from home
and longing for a return home.

Truth is, everything is about home.

Really, when it comes right down to it, what else is there?

And if it is about home, then it is, of necessity about story.
Stories that tell us the memories of home.
Stories that shape the contours of home.
Stories that will lead us home.

But sometimes these stories meet a dead end.
Literally.

Detours along the way are one thing, but death
… well, death brings it all to a grinding halt. Read the rest of this entry »





Romans 13 … again: love in the night, longing for the day

7 03 2013

by Brian Walsh

Returning to Romans 13.
Wine Before Breakfast, March 5, 2013

The whole thing is really rather curious.
This injunction to obey the governing authorities.

Curious because it seems so out of place.
Curious because it just doesn’t seem to follow
from all that has proceeded it.
Curious because it is in such profound tension
with the vision of community that Paul
has just so powerfully evoked.

Could it have been ironic?
Could it have been that Paul doesn’t
mean exactly what he says
in these seven verses?

And could so much Christian legitimation
of violent and oppressive states hang on such a misreading?
If so, then this is a joke that has gone terribly, terribly wrong.

I’ve been down this path before.
Six years ago, in a rather infamous sermon
called “To hell with Romans 13”
I offered my reading of these seven verses
that tries to catch the irony,
and tries to set this text free from its political shackles.

So this time around, I’d rather go to the next seven verses
in this enigmatic chapter.
Seven verses that put the final nails in the coffin of the empire,
even as they open up paths of resurrection for the church.
In these seven verses, Paul answers two foundational questions:
in the end, what is the law to which we are subject?
… and …
what time is it? Read the rest of this entry »





Coming Home

4 02 2013

by Brian Walsh

ptsd“Many of us are still suffering PTSD from the language of salvation.”

So I was told last week after our WBB service.
Post-traumatic stress disorder from the language of salvation.

I get that, even though it is not my experience.

I get that the language of salvation has been a tool of manipulation, rooted in an abusive spirituality of guilt and constructed for social control.

I get that.

But rather than abandoning the language of salvation (and I appreciate that some folks just have to do that, at least for a time), I’d like to reclaim it.

And so in my sermon last week I offered ‘homecoming’ as an interpretation of what the Bible means by salvation.

In an email exchange with a friend on the weekend I offered him the opportunity to come to the farm someday and we’ll eat the “fatted calf.” In his reply, he asked, “Don’t I have to be a Prodigal Son for that?”

I answered, “You mean, you’re not?”

We are all prodigal sons and daughters.
We are all far from home.
We are all, in the deepest sense, homeless.

And the invitation is to come home.

The text last week ended with God at the door,
holding it wide open,
summoning us all home.

But the story of the prodigal son seems to play itself out
in the eleventh chapter of Romans as well.

You see, there is the business of the elder brother.
The prodigal son returns home to the joyful welcome of his father,
the party ensues,
and the responsible elder brother,
refuses to come in and join the celebration.

Well consider this.

What if that younger son not only came home to his father’s house,
not only left behind his self-imposed homelessness,
but brought with him a large crowd of his friends
from his life of sin as well?
What if it isn’t just the younger brother who is enjoying the party,
but a host of folks who you would never have invited;
folks who you would never trust in your own home;
folks who you would feel sullied to even talk to?

I think that Paul is dealing with this kind of dynamic when he talks about
Gentiles, Jews, jealousy, anger, inclusion and exclusion in Romans 11.

At the end of the parable of the prodigal son,
the burning question is:
what did the elder brother do?
Did he end up joining the party,
or did he remain outside?
Does the homecoming of his brother,
and even more disturbing, all of his pagan friends,
render him homeless?

Or does he relent, see this party for what it is,
see his own homelessness,
and come home?

Maybe this isn’t just a question for the elder brother.
Maybe this is the question that we all need to face
when that Kingdom party starts to get out of hand.





Jesus Saves

29 01 2013

by Brian Walsh

(a sermon on Romans 10, preached at Wine Before Breakfast, January 29, 2013)

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That neon light always caught my eye.

Every time I rode by on the Keele Street bus, I’d glance East down St. Clair and look at it.

If it was malfunctioning, I knew.

And it was a sign that held for me both attraction and repulsion.
Or maybe I should say that it both resonated deeply within me,
and made me uneasy, maybe even scared me.

The sign told me that there were folks behind that sign
who knew something that I had just come to know deeply in my own life,
and yet I had a hunch that I would nonetheless feel uncomfortable if I were to walk into that building.

The sign proclaimed one strong message in bright neon lights
for everyone in that rough, meat packers, working class neighbourhood to see:

JESUS SAVES

Undoubtedly a text like Romans 10 would have come easily off the tongue of the folks in that church:
“If  you confess with your lips that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead,
you will be saved.”

“For everyone who calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved.”

I was sixteen years old and had during that momentous year of my life decided to follow Jesus. And the language that was used for that transformation in my life was that I was “saved.” Read the rest of this entry »





Sanctuary, Jason Kenney and Jesus

19 01 2013

by Brian Walsh

I’ve been thinking of writing a mock newspaper article with the title, “Jason Kenney Rejects Jesus.” Of course, that would be a title only for its shock value, and that would be a shock value only amongst folks who think that rejecting Jesus would be a bad thing. And, of course, I wouldn’t really be presuming to say anything about how Canada’s Minister of Citizenship, Immigration and Multiculturalism actually has or doesn’t have a relationship with Jesus. I know that Minister Kenney was raised and educated as a Roman Catholic, and frankly, his “personal relationship with Jesus” is nothing that I should be commenting on.

But … I have been wondering, during this season of Epiphany, about how good the prospects would have been for the Holy Family if they were running away from an oppressive and murderous regime today and looking for refuge in Canada. I mean, if Joseph and Mary were Roma from Eastern Europe and they were fleeing persecution with their special little boy, then we know that under the new policies of Bill C-31, they would be denied the protection of Canada.

A lot of folks are concerned about this closing down of our borders, this denial of hospitality, this attack on justice. Read the rest of this entry »





All things work together for good … Really?

8 01 2013

by Brian Walsh

[A sermon on Romans 8.22-30 preached at Wine Before Breakfast,  January 8, 2013]

When the phone rang, I could hardly begin to comprehend what was being said to me.

“There was an accident.”
“Icy conditions.”
“A small group retreat.”
“Michael has died.”

I had to ask the caller to slow down.

Explain to me what happened.
Tell me again what he had just said.

Michael has died.

It was twenty-five years ago this month.
Michael Hare, my friend and colleague in campus ministry,
the IVCF staff worker for McMaster and Brock Universities,
had died in a tragic car crash.

It had only been a week earlier that Michael and I shared leadership for a retreat with the Brock Christian Fellowship. I had served him communion on that Sunday morning.
And now, one week later, returning from another retreat, Michael was dead.

His wife, Catherine was a young widow, and his young son left without his father. Read the rest of this entry »








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