If, however, you would like to journey with me for a few minutes, let us begin.
It's no secret that I'm a theologian. I obtained my Master of Divinity from Memphis Theological Seminary in 2009, under the guidance of some of the most wonderful people I have ever met in my life. Before I began my seminary journey, a well-meaning parishioner told me, and I quote, "Don't you go and let that seminary change you." But I realiz
ed very quickly in my theological education that change is the very object of the whole process. MTS is a fairly progressive seminary, nestled in the beautiful mid-town section of Memphis, and I dove head first into the process. My theological education changed my life. Allow me to repeat that, my theological education... changed... my... life. Literally, not figuratively.
For over 25 years, I have been engaged in pastoral ministry. 17 of those full-time. In 2018 I made the decision to serve the Church part time, put back on my tool belt, and went back into business for myself. I have served small rural churches. I have served a county seat church. I have served a fast growing congregation. All of that has led to experiences that have shaped and molded me into the man, and pastor, that I am today.
Add to that the fact that my wife and I have a daughter with a disability, and the result is that I may be more empathetic than what some would find comfortable in a 54 year old man from the middle of nowhere Western Kentucky. And that, my friends, is the reason I needed to write today.
I've had friends push back at me because I tend to post political things on my social media, but here's the thing... my theological training has caused me to look at everything, and I mean everything, through a theological lens. My homiletics, or preaching, professor in seminary told us in class one night, "If you keep your homiletical minds on, everything you see will preach." He is a giant among men, and when he takes the pulpit, he takes the whole room. He was not wrong.
Every social media post, every news article, every video clip... for me, is seen through the lens of theology. I can't help it. My education, my training, took place in a more progressive seminary than some, and because of that, I will never be the same. Nor, will I ever view things the same.
For example, people who are pro-life... So am I. I loathe the very idea of abortion, unless there is a medical necessity which would cause harm to the mother, or being the father of two girls, other horrifying situations. Yet over and over for the last two months we have seen one move after another from our government that is anything but pro-life. We want the baby born, but we don't give a damn about what happens to it after that. Let's just call it what it is. We are pro-birth. Forget medical care, or food programs, or education. We just want it born.
Dare I even mention immigration? My ancestry is English/Irish, and maybe a little Scottish. I'm white, except during the summer. Being caucasian offers me opportunities that others have had to fight for, just for the simple fact that by some stupid, random act of nature, I was born with less melanin in my skin. Somewhere around the early 1700's my ancestors emigrated to the U.S. I don't know why. I can't ask them. They're dead. But because I am Anglo by ancestry, there are certain struggles in life that I will never know. It's stupid. Racism is stupid. Legal. Illegal. Undocumented. Whatever. I don't really give a damn what you call it, we are all part of the human family, and that by itself should be enough to merit humanitarian treatment.
And what about "Well, we are a Christian nation"? Don't even get me started. I have friends who are atheist who are more Christian than many Christians I know. You cannot, let me be clear, you cannot claim to be a follower of Jesus Christ and support mass deportations, or reductions in food programs, or removal of DEI policies. You simply can't. And I'll pause here to allow a moment for rebuttals. I'll be waiting for scripture references, words in red, that show otherwise. I'll wait.
All of that reminds me of the scene in Christmas Vacation where Clark and the family had kidnapped his boss, Frank Shirley, and Cousin Eddie had brought him to their beautiful suburban home, or what was left of it, and when Mrs. Shirley showed up, she said to him something like, "You cut Christmas bonus? Of all the lousy ways to save a buck."
And that's what it boils down to, my friends. Money. Listen, I pay taxes just like everyone else. I don't want my hard earned tax dollars wasted anymore than anyone else does, but here's the thing. I don't mind paying taxes if it's going to help a single mom with four kids, or someone's grandma who needs surgery, or someone who's diabetic deal with an amputation. I don't mind paying taxes to support our national forests, public parks, police, fire fighters, EMTs. I certainly don't mind paying taxes to drive on roads without having to get a front end alignment every time I drive down I-24.
What I do mind is my tax dollars going to folks who are running roughshod over the Constitution and the rule of law. I mind, greatly, paying taxes that will give the top 1% huge tax breaks while I'm busting my tail to put supper on the table. I mind paying taxes when I see the video of a mother, bawling, because her son is Type 1 and she can't afford the $1000 a month for insulin. I mind that a hell of a lot.
So, to my friends who have pushed back when I've posted something I felt to be counter to the teachings of Jesus, thank you. Thank you for helping me solidify my faith. Thank you for reminding me of my baptismal vows; to resist evil, injustice, and oppression in whatever form they may present themselves. Thank you for making me stop and think about why I do/say the things I do.
Here's the thing, though. I'm not going to stop. My training and my baptismal vows simply will not let me. I'm going to keep speaking out when our country is behaving like Gilead, and if you missed that reference, check out "The Handmaid's Tale." I know that I'm probably already on some government watch list, but I'm not going to stop. I simply cannot.
When I knelt at the chancel rail in Lynnville UMC at 10 years old, and Paul Peck poured water over my head then said these words, "James Darren, I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and The Holy Spirit. The Spirit work within you so that you may become a faithful disciple of Jesus Christ," I took it seriously. When Bishop Morris and Bishop Wills placed their hands on my head at my ordination and said, "James Darren, take thou authority to lead the church," I took it seriously.
So, yes, I have chosen sides, and I don't apologize. I will always stand with the oppressed and speak against the oppressor. I will always stand with the down trodden and speak against injustice. I will always stand with the excluded, and speak against those who would exclude. But do you know what? When I lay down at night, my conscious is clear. I may not have been able to fix anything, but I know in my heart that I've done what I could. My only hope is that one of these days, no matter how the rest of my days on earth go, I'll hear, "Well done, good and faithful servant. Enter into your Father's rest."
And, if you're more upset that I said damn twice and hell once in this post, than what the post was about,
thank you for making my point.