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Rosa Parks

Why can we never remember the names of famous actors? It’s resorted to this. We had a date night this weekend and went to a movie. Later when we tried to explain which one, we couldn’t think of the name. All we could come up with was: “It’s the one with Legolas and Spiderman’s girlfriend.”

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The “mother of the civil rights movement,” Rosa Parks, has died. Her courageous decision almost half a century ago sparked a movement that was soon led by a Montgomery pastor named Martin Luther King, Jr. Here’s the account in Taylor Branch’s Parting the Waters:

On December 1, 1955 . . . Rosa Parks left the Montgomery Fair department store late in the afternoon for her regular bus ride home. All thirty-six seats of the bus she boarded were soon filled, with twenty-two Negroes seated from the rear and fourteen whites from the front. Driver J. P. Blake, seeing a white man standing in the front of the bus, called out for the four passengers on the row just behind the whites to stand up and move to the back. Nothing happened. Blake finally had to get out of the driver’s seat to speak more firmly to the four Negroes. “You better make it light on yourselves and let me have those seats,” he said. At this, three of the Negroes moved to stand in the back of the bus, but Parks responded that she was not in the white section and didn’t think she ought to move. She was in no-man’s-land. Blake said that the white section was where he said it was, and he was telling Parks that she was in it. As he saw the law, the whole idea of no-man’s-land was to give the driver some discretion to keep the races out of each other’s way. He was doing just that. When Parks refused again, he advised her that the same city law that allowed him to regulate no-man’s-land also gave him emergency police power to enforce the segregation codes. He would arrest Parks himself if he had to. Parks replied that he should do what he had to do; she was not moving. She spoke so softly that Blake would not have been able to hear her above the drone of normal bus noise. But the bus was silent. Blake notified Parks that she was officially under arrest. She should not move until he returned with the regular Montgomery police.

At the station, officers booked, fingerprinted, and incarcerated Rosa Parks. It was not possible for her to think lightly of being arrested. Having crossed the line that in polite society divided Negroes from niggers, she had reason to expect not only stinging disgrace among her own people but the least civilized attentions of the whites. When she was allowed to call home, her mother’s first response was to groan and ask, “Did they beat you?”

Shortly after that King spoke to a packed house, anxious to hear what he’d say. He said, “Let us say that we are not here advocating violence. We have overcome that. The only weapon that we have in our hands this evening is the weapon of protest. If we were incarcerated behind the iron curtains of a communistic nation–we couldn’t do this. If we were trapped in the dungeon of a totalitarian regime–we couldn’t do this. But the great glory of American democracy is the right to protest for right. . . . We are determined here in Montgomery to work and fight until justice runs down like water, and righteousness like a mighty stream!”

New Wineskins Reconciliation Meeting

Last night I got to attend the New Wineskins Reconciliation Meeting in Ft. Worth. Jerry Taylor and Ken Greene, two of the best preachers I’ve ever heard in my life, began the conference by challenging the ministers to yield to the movement of God in their lives.

A predominantly African-American group, this was a hard-praying, joy-singing bunch. I hardly know most of these brothers, but I was struck by their faith and their courage. Can’t wait to get to know them better.

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A note to Highland folks: I want to beg you to pray for Klint and Rachel Pleasant. They left Highland and Abilene recently to move back to Rochester College. (Most of you know that Klint was ACU’s men’s basketball coach.) You can read his blog entry called “My Wife Is Sick” at www.klintpleasant.blogspot.com.

Street Lawyer

Part of my fun reading this summer has been catching up on Grisham novels — the last couple and one I missed several years ago, The Street Lawyer.

I especially loved the last one. Years ago I interviewed Grisham for Wineskins Magazine because I loved the way he brought his faith to his writing without turning them into “Christian fiction” (which tends to be pale and rarely reaches anyone on the outside). All right, so he isn’t James Joyce. But come on, did you really enjoy having to read Finnegan’s Wake?

Street Lawyer is a great moral tale — of a young DC lawyer who’s been busting his hump (and distancing his wife) while pursuing the magical dollars that come from partnership. His world was all about bucks: the right car, the right apartment, the right restaurants, the right vacations.

And then one day he came face-to-face with death when a homeless man who had been booted on the streets by his law firm took him and a handful of other lawyers hostage. Meeting this man, observing his sudden death by a sharpshooter, and digging into his background introduced him to a world that is not about worshiping dollars. He found an underground where people are seeking justice and working for humanity — not trying to see how many billable hours they can rack up while charging $50 lunches to their clients.

And everyone thought he was crazy. He had been confronted, through fear of death, with the values of the kingdom. And no one — including his church-going parents — understood him. (Note: others can meet the radical claims of the kingdom and make radical changes in their lives without switching careers, of course. But they can never be the same.)

He flies to Memphis to talk to his parents. He says, “I rented a car at the Memphis airport and drove east into the sprawling suburbs where the white people lived. The blacks had the city; the whites, the suburbs. Sometimes the blacks would move into a subdivision, and the whites would move to another one, farther away. Memphis crept eastward, the races running from each other.”

Here’s the sceen from his golf game with his dad, when he tries to explain why he might leave a job with a six-figure income and astronomical perks in the future for a job defending the defenseless for $30K a year.

“Late that afternoon my dad and I did nine holes. He played; I drank beer and drove the cart. Golf had yet to work its magic on me. Two cold ones and I was ready to talk. I had repeated the Mister tale [the story of the homeless man who took them hostage] over lunch, so he figured I was just loafing for a couple of days, collecting myself before I roared back into the arena.

“‘I’m getting kind of sick of the big firm, Dad,’ I said as we sat by the third tee, waiting for the foursome ahead to clear. I was nervous, and my nervousness irritated me greatly. It was my life, not his.

“‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

“‘Means I’m tired of what I’m doing.’

“‘Welcome to the real world. You think the guy working a drill press in a factory doesn’t get tired of what he’s doing? At least you’re getting rich.’

“So he took round one, almost by a knockout. Two holes later, as we stomped through the rough looking for his ball, he said, ‘Are you changing jobs?’

“‘Thinking about it.’

“‘Where are you going?’

“‘I don’t know. It’s too early. I haven’t been looking for another position.’

“‘Then how do you know the grass is greener if you haven’t been looking?’ He picked up his ball and walked off.

“I drove alone on the narrow paved trail while he stalked down the fiarway chasing his shot, and I wondered why that gray-haired man out there scared me so much. He had pushed all of his sons to set goals, work hard, strive to be Big Men, with everything aimed at making lots of money and living the American dream. He had certainly paid for anything we needed.

“Like my brothers, I was not born with a social conscience. We gave offerings to the church because the Bible strongly suggests it. We paid taxes to the government because the law requires it. Surely, somewhere in the midst of all this giving some good would be done, and we had a hand in it. Politics belonged to those willing to play that game, and besides, there was no money to be made by honest people. We were taught to be productive, and the more success we attained, the more society would benefit, in some way. Set goals, work hard, play fair, achieve prosperity.

“He double-bogeyed the fifth hole, and was blaming it on his putter when he climbed into the cart.

“‘Maybe I’m not looking for greener pastures,’ I said.

“‘Why don’t you just go ahead and say what you’re trying to say?’ he said. As usual, I felt weak for not facing the issue boldly.

“‘I’m thinking about public interest law.’

“‘What the hell is that?’

“‘It’s when you work for the good of society without making a lot of money.’

“‘What are you, a Democrat now? You’ve been in Washington too long.’

“‘There are lots of Republicans in Washington. In fact, they’ve taken over.’

“We rode to the next tee in silence. He was a good golfer, but his shots were getting worse. I’d broken his concentration.

“Stomping through the rough again, he said, ‘So some wino gets his head blown off and you gotta change society. Is that it?’

“‘He wasn’t a wino. He fought in Vietnam.’

“Dad flew B-52’s in the early years of Vietnam, and this stopped him cold. But only for a second. He wasn’t about to yield an inch. ‘One of those, huh?’

“I didn’t respond. The ball was hopelessly lost, and he wasn’t really looking. He flipped another onto the fairway, hooked it badly, and away we went.

“‘I hate to see you blow a good career, son,’ he said. ‘You’ve worked too hard. You’ll be a partner in a few years.’

“‘Maybe.’

“‘You need some time off, that’s all.’

“That seemed to be everybody’s remedy.”

What a great scene. Whenever you wake up from the thick fog of materialism and the American Dream, people think you’re a lunatic.

My Goat

I received one of my favorite gifts ever for Father’s Day: a goat. What a wonderful gift!

Rick Warren’s Letter

My most recent article in the Christian Standard can be found here.

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Here’s a letter that’s gone out to faith leaders from Rick Warren. What an amazing plan. I’ve already signed! (I would encourage you to sign here.)

June 3, 2005

Dear co-worker in Christ,

I have a simple request — but it could determine whether millions live or die.

You’ve probably read in the papers about “The ONE Campaign: To Make Poverty History” that’s been endorsed by a wide coalition of folks from all across the faith and political spectrum. Helping the hurting is something we all want to do.

I’ve never been involved in partisan politics — and don’t intend to do so now — but global poverty is an issue that rises far above mere politics. It is a moral issue … a compassion issue … and because Jesus commanded us to help the poor, it is an obedience issue! He told us to do all we can to alleviate the pain of our brothers and sisters: “Inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these my brethren, you did it to me.” (Matthew 25:40, NKJV)

That’s why John Stott, Billy Graham, and many other evangelical leaders are joining me in lending our names and prayers to this campaign. I deeply believe that if we as evangelicals remain silent and do not speak up in defense of the poor, we lose our credibility and our right to witness about God’s love for the world: “If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him?” (1 John 3:17, NIV)

We are blessed to be a blessing to others, and certainly America, as the most blessed nation on our planet, has the greatest obligation to help those who are stuck in poverty around the world. Last month, I was in Kenya and Uganda, and then in Rwanda where the average income in that nation is 67 cents a day! Imagine trying to raise a family on that.

If you were hopelessly in debt, with no chance of ever getting out of debt — or even your children getting out of debt — you’d despair. But if someone cancelled all your debts — as the Bible commanded Israel to often do — you’d have the hope of a new future. The poor aren’t asking for a handout — they just need a hand up!

This summer, at the G8 conference, our nation has a historic opportunity to lead the world by showing a visible and significant commitment to the fight against global poverty, hunger, and disease. In early July, President Bush will gather together with leaders from the world’s eight wealthiest nations in Edinburgh, Scotland, to discuss these very issues — especially in Africa.

We all grieved when 250,000 lives were lost in the tsunami in Southeast Asia. But there is a health tsunami of that proportion in Africa every 12 days!

What can we do? For the past two years, I’ve had 4,500 of our Saddleback members quietly testing a prototype of our global P.E.A.C.E. Plan in 47 countries. It is a strategy for small groups in churches to show compassion. Once we have the template perfected, we’ll share it with every church that’s interested.

But there is something much simpler that you can do right now: Join me and other evangelical leaders in an open letter to President Bush that encourages him — with our support and prayers — to take specific, measurable actions to fight poverty, hunger, and disease at the G8 summit. Below is a copy of the text of this open letter we’re sending.

All I need you to do is e-mail me back at rick@peace.gs giving your name and title, and I’ll add your name to the list. Also you can visit www.one.org for more information.

If you can send a copy of your signature (preferably in a jpeg format) to add to the bottom of the letter, that would be great, but don’t let that delay your response. We’d rather hear from you now.

Thanks in advance for showing your compassion for those suffering from disease, hunger, and poverty.

May God bless your ministry,

Dr. Rick Warren
Pastor, Saddleback Church
Author, The Purpose Driven Life

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June 1, 2005

The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW
Washington, DC 20500

Dear President Bush,

Because:

· ONE billion people around the world live on less than ONE dollar a day;
· The US government spends less than ONE percent of its budget on fighting global AIDS and poverty;
· Americans are uniting as ONE across political and religious divides to support action to overcome the emergency of global AIDS and extreme poverty.

At the G8 leaders meeting on July 6th we urge you to:

· Help the poorest people of the world fight poverty, disease, and hunger at a cost equal to just ONE percent more of the US budget on a clear timetable;
· Cancel 100% of the debts owed by the poorest countries;
· Reform trade rules so poor countries can earn sustainable incomes.

We urge you to lead an historic deal with other nations to help Africa and the poorest nations overcome global AIDS and extreme poverty. Together as ONE, we can Make Poverty History this July.

Sincerely, U.S. Faith Leaders

Hotel Rwanda

If you haven’t read We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed With Our Families by Philip Gourevitch, I’d highly recommend it. He gives an amazing account of the genocide in Rwanda. It’s hard reading, but something that Christians need to hear (since “Christians” contributed to the problem at many levels). Maybe later I’ll write more about sections of this book that moved me most.

I haven’t seen Hotel Rwanda yet, but want to go as soon as we can. Has anyone seen it yet? What were your reactions?

Thanks to Dr. Jim for passing along these words of Brian McLaren from Sojourners:

Hotel Rwanda and The Passion of the Christ
by Brian McLaren

Maybe it’s because I spent time last summer in Burundi, the poorer twin sister of Rwanda that shares a similar history, tribal makeup, geography, culture, and terrifying undercurrent of genocide. Maybe it’s because while I was there, I met Anglican priests serving in Rwanda who told personal stories of the tragedies there - and their efforts to bring healing and reconciliation in the aftermath. Maybe it’s because (some readers may be tempted to write me off after reading this sentence) I was so frustrated by last year’s promotional hype surrounding Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ - and I was so frustrated by the movie itself, though I know many found it moving and spiritually edifying. Maybe it’s because I have deep concerns about the alignment of major sectors of Christianity with “red-state Republicanism,” and I worry that a kind of modernist, nationalist neo-fundamentalism is trying to claim all Christian territory as its sovereign domain.

For whatever reason, when I walked out of the 2005 film Hotel Rwanda this thought wouldn’t leave me: If we really had the mind and heart of Christ, this is the movie we would be urging people in our churches to see. In fact, I can’t think of a more worthwhile experience for Christian leaders than to watch Hotel Rwanda and then ask themselves questions like these:

Which film would Jesus most want us to see, and why?

Why did so many churches urge people to see Gibson’s film, and why did so few (if any) promote Terry George’s film? What do our answers to that question say about us?

What were the practical outcomes of millions of people seeing Gibson’s film? And what outcomes might occur if equal numbers saw Hotel Rwanda - as an act of Christian faithfulness?

In what sense could Hotel Rwanda actually be titled The Passion of the Christ?

What do we make of the fact that a high percentage of Rwandans who participated in the 1994 genocides were churchgoers?

What do we make of the fact that a high percentage of the Americans who ignored the 1994 genocides (then and now) were and are churchgoers?

What kind of repentance does each film evoke in Western Christians? Why might the kind of repentance evoked by Hotel Rwanda be especially needed during these important days in history?

Battling Hunger AND Obesity

The Agricultural Department has just reported that more American families are battling hunger than there have been in many years. It’s related to the jump in the number of people living in poverty — 34.6 million in 2002 (up 1.7 million from 2001).

We’re a nation battling obesity and hunger.

65% of adults and 13% of children are significantly overweight. And yet millions are finding it difficult to get enough to eat.

One of the problems is that diets are easily compromised in families with poverty-level incomes. They have to buy filling, high-calorie food that isn’t always nutritious.

Perhaps the more disturbing trend is how fewer and fewer seem to care. As long as MY family is doing well, as long as My kids have a good school, as long as MY neighborhood is safe, then the world is fine.

But the world isn’t fine. The kingdom of God continues breaking in to reverse our perspectives. It keeps calling on us to open our eyes to the needs all around us. It keeps reminding us that we are to serve rather than to be served.

I spoke recently to a man in Dallas who is giving his life (and resources) to community-building among the poor. He said his great frustration is that people often just don’t care if it isn’t THEIR neighborhood and doesn’t involve THEIR kids. They would vote for policies that made their lives a tiny bit better–even if it delivered a crushing blow to the unseen poor.

Here’s a thought for the day: In a nation where both hunger and obesity are a problem, what does it mean for our mission to hear Jesus say, “I am the bread of life“?

Righteous Fights That Cost Us Nothing

Bob Riley, the Republican Governor of Alabama, had a “re-conversion” experience as a Christian. This prayerful, Bible-reading Southern Baptist became convinced from scripture that Christians have a duty to help the poor and reform tax systems that are immoral. He became convinced (through the numerous passages in the Torah, the prophets, Luke, etc.) that the wealthy should use some of their abundance to provide for the poor.

Of course, his proposal was defeated. It’s much easier to get behind Judge Roy Moore’s fight to keep a 10 Commandment monument in a prominent place. We love righteous fights that cost us nothing!