[Dialogue] 5/22/14, Spong: On Spending the Day with Amos, i.e. Professor James H. Cone

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On                                            Spending the Day with Amos,                                            i.e. Professor James H. Cone
                                          
So much of Christianity is                                            a delusion, built as it is                                            around power images and                                            institutional claims to                                            possess either an infallible                                            Pope or an inerrant Bible.                                            The Christian Church also                                            traditionally operates out                                            of a definition of life as                                            something evil, fallen and                                            corrupted by original sin,                                            which it has used to enhance                                            guilt and fear in the                                            service of controlling                                            behavior. From the days of                                            the Emperor Constantine in                                            the Fourth century, the                                            Christian Church has                                            frequently been a tool of                                            the state enforcing cultural                                            conformity. Drunk with its                                            own claims to possess                                            ultimate truth, the church                                            has become a primary source                                            in the dehumanization of men                                            and women.
                                          
Our victims through the                                            centuries were first the                                            Jews. Anti-Semitism is a                                            Christian gift to the world.                                            One finds evidence of this                                            in the New Testament, in the                                            church “fathers,” in the                                            Inquisition, in the leaders                                            of the Reformation and                                            ultimately when we                                            Christians watched benignly                                            as these seeds of violence,                                            long nurtured in the                                            Christian bosom, erupted in                                            the murderous violence that                                            we call the Holocaust, when                                            six million Jews, along with                                            others defined by the Nazi                                            regime as sub-human, were                                            exterminated in Hitler’s                                            ovens.
                                          
Later in Christian history,                                            Muslims felt the pain of                                            Christian hostility.                                            Vatican-sponsored and                                            supported wars called “The                                            Crusades” in the 11th, 12th                                            and 13th centuries put                                            Muslims to death with                                            impunity. The Crusades also                                            planted in our world the                                            hatred that today has given                                            birth to an Islamic                                            hostility toward the                                            “Christian West,” expressed                                            in the rising tide of                                            terrorism in which we now                                            live. How could a religious                                            system, based on the                                            teachings of Jesus, who                                            called us to “love our                                            enemies,” wind up doing                                            these things? Must something                                            in our humanity have to die                                            to make this behavior                                            possible?
                                          
Other victims of a                                            dehumanizing Christianity                                            throughout our history have                                            been women, who were judged                                            and defined as inadequate,                                            dependent human beings; and                                            gay and lesbian people, who,                                            in our ignorance, were                                            defined as either mentally                                            sick or morally depraved                                            people. The dominant members                                            of Western civilization, who                                            were overwhelmingly                                            Christian, passed laws,                                            designed both to control and                                            to dehumanize those members                                            of our society that they                                            thought were either less                                            than fully human or deviant.
                                          
We need to recall that the                                            leadership of the Christian                                            Church also led the way in                                            the oppression of people of                                            color. The Pope has owned                                            slaves. It was in the Bible                                            belt of the South that                                            African enslavement was most                                            enthusiastically practiced                                            and defended with the blood                                            of white southerners on the                                            battlefields of Gettysburg,                                            Antietam and Appomattox.                                            When slavery finally died,                                            segregation was born to                                            replace it. In 1876                                            Republican Rutherford B.                                            Hayes became president                                            because of a deal worked out                                            with the white leaders of                                            four Southern states. They                                            agreed to throw to him their                                            state’s disputed electoral                                            votes in exchange for his                                            commitment to withdraw Union                                            forces from the South and to                                            allow the white South to                                            make segregation legal and                                            binding. Blacks were                                            disenfranchised in that act                                            and the lynching of black                                            people without fear of                                            retaliation became the                                            activity of choice to keep                                            the black population of the                                            South under control. So many                                            black people were hanged by                                            mobs on southern trees that                                            their bodies were referred                                            to in black music as                                            “strange fruit.” White                                            Christian leaders                                            participated in this reign                                            of terror. Somehow Jesus was                                            quoted by them as blessing                                            this horror. The Christian                                            life that Paul had once                                            extolled as “the glorious                                            liberty of the children of                                            God” was now used by these                                            followers of Jesus as the                                            agent of a life-destroying                                            hostility and oppression.
                                          
Through the centuries                                            Christian theology, while                                            making claims to triumphal                                            power has remained                                            insensitive to the victims                                            of its own violence.                                            Christians have been willing                                            participants in oppression                                            and generally have been                                            unwilling to face the                                            results of our own                                            distortions. We have rather                                            perfumed our violence so                                            that it did not smell as bad                                            as it was.
                                          
All of these things were                                            forced into my consciousness                                            just recently when I spent                                            the day with James H. Cone,                                            the Charles A. Briggs                                            Distinguished Professor of                                            Systematic Theology at Union                                            Seminary in New York City.                                            His most recent book is                                            entitled, The Cross and                                              the Lynching Tree.                                            This book asks why the white                                            church remained silent while                                            thousands of black citizens                                            were lynched in the                                            religious South and none of                                            these murderers was ever                                            arrested or convicted for                                            these crimes. His earlier                                            books, which included such                                            titles as Black                                              Theology and Black Power;                                              God of the Oppressed,                                            and Martin and Malcolm,                                            had propelled him into the                                            ranks of the premier                                            theologians of our time.                                            Professor Cone rooted his                                            theological work in the                                            lives of the victims of our                                            society. He read the same                                            Bible as his white                                            oppressors, but his focus                                            was on the biblical stories                                            of the plight of the                                            marginalized. God, he                                            noticed, had been on the                                            side of the slaves, not the                                            Egyptians. He read Jesus’                                            parable of the judgment, in                                            which the ultimate test of                                            the Christian life was not                                            what one believed, but how                                            one acted. Christianity,                                            that parable proclaims, is                                            present when love is                                            unhindered toward those                                            defined as “the least of                                            these,” those whom society                                            defines as lacking in                                            ultimate value. Instead of                                            debating the morality of                                            birth control and abortion,                                            he wanted Christians to be                                            aware of how those who are                                            already born are treated. He                                            listened to the parable of                                            the Good Samaritan, which                                            defined the “neighbor” we                                            are commanded to love to                                            include those who elicit                                            from us our deepest                                            prejudices and our most                                            virulent fears. Though well                                            trained in classical                                            theology (his PhD                                            dissertation at Northwestern                                            University was on the work                                            of Karl Barth), James Cone                                            began to ask questions that                                            classical theology had never                                            thought to ask, and in the                                            process he forced classical                                            theology to face its own                                            irrelevance. “What could                                            Karl Barth possibly mean for                                            black students,” Dr. Cone                                            asked, “who had come from                                            the cotton fields of                                            Arkansas, Louisiana and                                            Mississippi, seeking to                                            change the structure of                                            their lives in a society                                            that had defined blacks as                                            non-beings?”
                                          
So the starting place for                                            his theology came out of his                                            own biography. He was born                                            in 1938 in Fordyce,                                            Arkansas. He was raised in a                                            rural, segregated part of                                            that state, which defined                                            people of color as inferior,                                            even calling them less than                                            human. He lived in the fear                                            that powerless people always                                            experience. The deck was                                            stacked against him. When                                            violated, he could not                                            defend himself; when                                            rejected by the symbols of a                                            society that circumscribed                                            what he was allowed to do                                            within very limited                                            boundaries, his only                                            recourse was to absorb it.                                            Public water fountains,                                            public restrooms, public                                            libraries, public parks and                                            public schools were not                                            available to him. If he                                            dared to challenge any of                                            these practices the law                                            would not defend him.                                            Attempts to change his world                                            were met with vigilante                                            administered “justice.” His                                            segregated school                                            compromised his ability to                                            learn, stocked, as it was,                                            with inferior books and                                            teachers trained in inferior                                            colleges. His one bulwark                                            against this                                            culturally-imposed,                                            debilitating self-image was                                            his parents, who placed a                                            cocoon of love around him.                                            This cocoon was also                                            supported by his attendance                                            at the Macedonia African                                            Methodist-Episcopal (AME)                                            Church, which proclaimed to                                            him the infinite love of God                                            and defined him as a                                            precious child of God.
                                          
Nonetheless in his                                            inadequate school, he                                            exhibited an intelligence                                            and ability to learn that                                            set him apart. For college                                            he attended Philander Smith,                                            a small, “black only” Little                                            Rock institution, graduating                                            in 1958. Then, seeking a                                            career as a pastor, he                                            gained admission to                                            Garrett-Evangelical                                            Theological Seminary in                                            Illinois from which he                                            received his divinity degree                                            in 1961. Seminary was his                                            first step out of his                                            oppressive society. Having                                            gained recognition as one                                            with significant                                            intellectual gifts, he went                                            on to Northwestern                                            University to achieve a                                            Master’s degree in 1963 and                                            a PhD in 1965. His ability                                            to write was hampered, he                                            said, by his lack of                                            training in proper grammar,                                            proper punctuation and the                                            extensive vocabulary that                                            comes with expanded                                            experience. Segregation was                                            still preventing him from                                            communicating what he                                            grasped intellectually quite                                            well. Armed with his new                                            PhD, he discovered that his                                            teaching opportunities were                                            still circumscribed by the                                            same forces that had always                                            defined him as inferior. His                                            only job offer was to teach                                            at Philander Smith. In 1970,                                            he moved away a second time                                            to teach in Adrian College                                            in Michigan. From there                                            Union Seminary, in an act of                                            brilliance, reached into                                            this tiny midwestern school                                            to tap him for its chair in                                            Systematic Theology.
                                          
At Union Seminary, James                                            Cone turned the theological                                            paradigm upside down. He                                            began his work, not with                                            some obscure doctrine of                                            God, but with the life he                                            had lived as a victim inside                                            the Christian world. He                                            listened to the anger in the                                            Civil Rights Movement; it                                            was his anger. He sought to                                            understand the insights of a                                            black leader like Malcolm X,                                            who articulated that anger.                                            He was not impressed with                                            theologians as eminent as                                            Reinhold Niebuhr, who never                                            seemed to see the black                                            struggle as a Christian                                            concern or even to engage                                            the reality of lynching. He                                            stated that Malcolm X was                                            not far wrong when he called                                            the white man “the devil.”                                            He had little time for this                                            false Christianity of                                            oppression and proceeded to                                            develop his call for the                                            Christian Church to place                                            itself, humbly and                                            obediently at the side of                                            those who had heretofore                                            been its victims. He                                            confronted institutional                                            Christianity, which placed                                            its own wealth and status                                            ahead of challenging a                                            debilitating racism. Above                                            all, he dared to be a                                            prophetic voice of judgment                                            within Christianity whenever                                            it put its institutional                                            well-being ahead of its duty                                            to break the bonds of                                            oppression. In doing these                                            things, he revealed a new                                            vision of God.
                                          
One cannot hide inside                                            religious clichés in the                                            presence of this man of God.                                            Like the prophet Amos, he is                                            an uncomfortable presence to                                            the religious establishment,                                            but his message is correct.                                            He cannot be dismissed in                                            the language of the 1960’s,                                            as a “communist” or a                                            liberal as people sought to                                            do. James Cone is the voice                                            of authentic Christianity,                                            calling us into a Christian                                            future. We will fail to                                            listen to him at our own                                            peril.
                                          
~John Shelby Spong
                                          
Read the essay online here.
                                        
                                      
                                    
                                  
                                
                                                                                                
                                  
                                    
                                      
                                        
                                          
Question                                            & Answer
                                          
William P. Wright, Jr., via                                            the Internet, writes:
                                          
Question:
                                          
It is a great relief to                                            find you in today's world                                            and to know someone else                                            feels as I do about many                                            things. You have helped me                                            to see that real                                            Christianity need not die to                                            accommodate the reality in                                            which the human race finds                                            itself living today. Since I                                            was born, some 80 years ago,                                            I have been attending the                                            First Baptist Church in my                                            home town, first as a child                                            and now as a mature                                            (hopefully not yet senile)                                            adult. I have seen pastors                                            come and go, sung the hymns                                            and spoken the words of the                                            first century many times and                                            wondered if I were the only                                            person who was grasping to                                            emulate Christ in my life                                            amid a confusing and                                            contradictory belief system.                                            It came to a head when I was                                            asked to dedicate a private                                            cemetery on a Texas ranch                                            for dear friends. How do you                                            speak with integrity of                                            belief when your audience is                                            seemingly traditional and                                            literal? This is what I                                            said:                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
“We are gathered here to                                            consecrate this ground; this                                            special place; a place for                                            meditation, inspiration and                                            for remembrance. Years ago,                                            I was walking in the place                                            here they called the orchard                                            because that was what it                                            was, an apple orchard tended                                            by my friend’s grandfather.                                            The apples he grew, he                                            peddled far and wide to                                            support his family during                                            hard times. My wife was with                                            me that day and she bent and                                            picked up a piece of flint                                            that her ever watchful eyes                                            had observed. It was proof                                            of the presence of human                                            activity at this place                                            hundreds, perhaps thousands                                            of years before.                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
“More recently, the name of                                            that mountain south of us,                                            Mitre Peak, marked this as a                                            special place. It suggested                                            the passage of Spanish                                            explorers for whom it was                                            both a symbol of a bishop’s                                            hat and of the church which                                            served as a guide for the                                            journey. Another reason that                                            this is a special place is                                            that behind us is a spring                                            that produces hundreds of                                            gallons of water in this                                            Chihuahuan Desert. Water is                                            life. There is no life                                            without it. So for these                                            thousands of years the                                            spring has been there and,                                            because it was, life was                                            here also and still is.                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
“Today, however, we are                                            reminded that there is also                                            death here. Death is                                            everywhere. We think of                                            death because it is part of                                            life and those of us                                            gathered here are alive.                                            Mountains, however, also                                            die. Mitre Peak, which looks                                            so strong and eternal, is in                                            the midst of its life cycle                                            just as we are. Millennia                                            from now it will be                                            dissolved by the inexorable                                            forces of erosion, wind,                                            rain, changes of temperature                                            and other processes will                                            carry its bulk to the sea                                            where it will be                                            reconstituted as the sea                                            bed. Perhaps someday it will                                            once again become a                                            mountain. That is the                                            eternal cycle of existence                                            of which we are but a                                            miniscule yet important                                            part.                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
“It is fitting that we                                            think upon these things as                                            we visit this place where                                            our friends and relatives,                                            have passed this life and                                            have begun another phase in                                            this cycle of existence.                                            They still exist, but in                                            ways our limited                                            intelligence cannot imagine.                                            Even as their bodies are                                            re-constituted into their                                            original minerals and                                            elements and then again into                                            plants and animals they are                                            still with us when we come                                            here.                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
“We meditate on their lives                                            and on the lives of those we                                            did not know who came before                                            us. It is in hallowed ground                                            like this that history is                                            recorded and endures. We                                            feel the unbroken chain that                                            ties our earliest ancestors                                            to us for all time. We                                            relive the joys of our                                            association with them in                                            life and we honor those                                            lives with our remembrance.                                            We can learn from their                                            successes and be warned by                                            their failures and just as                                            those ancient travelers, who                                            established their location                                            from sighting Mitre Peak, we                                            can recast our own                                            directions by reflecting on                                            the lives of those who are                                            buried here.                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
“God, we know you as the                                            great architect of this                                            universe. Your energy is                                            transformed in your                                            laboratory of stars into the                                            elements that make visible                                            the world we see and know.                                            Understand that, we know you                                            are with us in every nook                                            and cranny of existence, in                                            the cells of our body, in                                            the dirt beneath our feet,                                            in the birds and animals and                                            in everything that is. In a                                            very real way, we are made                                            from your energy - therefore                                            in your image.                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
“Let us leave today with                                            that knowledge and with the                                            assurance that we, just as                                            those who are honored here,                                            are eternal. As we visit                                            this place let us be                                            reminded of that and let it                                            give us peace and direction                                            for our lives.”                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
 
                                          
Answer:
                                          
Dear Bill,                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
Thank you for sending me                                            your words at the dedication                                            of a cemetery. You have                                            rightly discerned the fact                                            of human connectedness, not                                            only with those we love, but                                            with those who have formed                                            the chain of life that has                                            bridged the years of human                                            history.                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
You have also plumbed the                                            depths of human meaning and                                            discovered anew that life is                                            much more than simply the                                            passage of time.                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
My study of human origins                                            informs me that the universe                                            is somewhere between 13.7                                            and 13.8 billion years old.                                            It tells me that everything                                            is made of star dust. It                                            tells me that out of matter                                            life has flowed and out of                                            life consciousness has                                            emerged. The miracle of                                            humanity is discovered when                                            we recognize that out of                                            consciousness,                                            self-consciousness has                                            appeared.                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
Everything that I know                                            about evolution tells me                                            that it is an ongoing, never                                            ending process. For out of                                            self-consciousness, a                                            universal consciousness is                                            being born today and human                                            divisions are being                                            transcended. For Paul that                                            was the very nature of the                                            Christ experience. “In                                            Christ,” he noted, “there is                                            neither Jew nor Greek, male                                            nor female, bond nor free.”                                            Human oneness continues as                                            we realize that in Christ                                            there is also neither black                                            nor white, Catholic nor                                            Protestant, gay nor                                            straight, Jew nor Muslim,                                            capitalist nor communist. To                                            see barriers fade is scary                                            to some people because                                            barriers protect us from                                            fear. As the universal                                            consciousness enfolds us,                                            however, the barriers will                                            inevitably disappear and                                            oneness - both human oneness                                            and the oneness of the human                                            with the natural world will                                            become clear.                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
Ultimately, this will also                                            cause us to redefine God.                                            God will no longer be                                            understood as a supernatural                                            being, who invades the world                                            miraculously from somewhere                                            outside it. God will rather                                            be perceived as the Source                                            of Life calling us to live                                            fully, the Source of Love                                            freeing us to love                                            wastefully and as the Ground                                            of Being empowering us to be                                            all that each of us can be.                                            That is the God presence                                            that I find in Jesus and                                            that is why he calls me to                                            step beyond even the                                            boundaries of religion.                                            Increasingly, God is for me                                            a verb to be lived and not a                                            noun to be defined.                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
You seem to be on a similar                                            journey. I feel privileged                                            to have you as a fellow                                            pilgrim. Walk in faith!                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
~John Shelby Spong
                                        
                                      
                                    
                                  
                                
                                                                                                
                                  
                                    
                                      
                                        
                                          
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