Saturday, October 20, 2012

My response to creating a polycentric leadership

So today I had the chance to speak at a conference in response to JR Woodward's presentation on Leadership. It was a very interesting and fun time and I wanted to put my response here for those of you who wanted to be there but couldn't. Please keep in mind that it is a response to a presentation. If you want to know more about what JR said you can pick up his book entitled Creating a Missional Culture: Equipping the Church for the Sake of the World.

My Response:


I would like to first thank JR, the Missio Alliance, and the Ecclesia network for allowing me to be here today. I take it as a great honor that I can stand before you all and share some of my thoughts. I found a lot of what JR said to be very interesting and also very encouraging. It is always good to see that we are able to continue to ask questions of ourselves and how we engage the gospel in church leadership, and I am glad to know that there are those of us who are not willing to settle for what has always been but will continue to ask questions and challenge us to be more than we could even think or imagine. What I hope to do in this short time is to bring out some of JR’s points that I appreciated and also to contribute my own “two cents” if you will in hopes to challenge us to further engage what it means to be leaders in the church.

There are two points that I wish to explore in relation to this topic today. The first is the connection between culture and the church, and the second is in relation to diversity within Polycentric leadership. In regards to the first point (culture), JR states that by engaging in “grace-filled spiritual practices” which he defines as a collection of thick, bodily practices that engage our senses, grab our hearts, form our identities and reshape our desires toward God and his kingdom (I like that by the way) we create environments that then lead to creating missional culture. He states “As coworkers with God, we create culture and culture recreates us.” Or in other words, the way in which we live and relate to one another in essence shapes our culture, and in turn our culture shapes the way we live and relate to one another.  This begs the question: In what ways have we allowed the culture to shape the church?  What lines have become blurred and which cultural customs have we simply claimed as our own religious rituals? JR gives an example of this in his presentation when he talks about how the American church has adopted a business mentality. American Capitalism has become so ingrained in our culture and our church that many Pastors run their churches like Fortune 500 companies, and will write books and back it up with proof texts to justify their methods. This method, however, is not biblical and no matter how much they try to convince you; stewardship and capitalism are not the same thing.  Thus, cultural customs have become religious rituals and we are left looking more like disciples of Donald Trump than Jesus.

JR goes on to say, “The language we live in, the artifacts that we make use of, the rituals we engage in and the narratives we inhabit have the power to shape our lives profoundly.” He also states, “For leaders of God’s people uniquely contribute to the cultivation of a culture distinct and different from the dominant culture.” I would ask; where does that leave those who are already not a part of the dominant culture? How is the church participating in other cultures that are not dominant? A good friend told me that we cannot have a conversation about culture without having a conversation about power. Hence the reason we refer to the dominant culture. Who chooses artifacts? Who determines which rituals we engage in or which narratives are formative or which language primary? It is those who are in power, those of the dominant culture. Thus it is imperative for us to understand the distinctions between that culture and what I call the Gospel communal culture. There is something about the Gospel that allows us to not be hindered by our culture in becoming a part of this communal culture. This is not to say that we deny our culture to do so, quite the contrary; the gospel allows us to engage our culture, our traditions, and our narratives for it has been shaped by the gospel story, as we have been claimed by Christ. The dominant culture does not allow this; there is no room for other expressions of culture other than its own. It is hierarchical. It would seem then, that the current state of church has done more adapting to culture than cultivating a different one. It is a good thing there are people in the room who are willing to change that.

In regards to my second point, I must say that I was blessed by the story of the church in Chicago. That picture of viewing a church with the table at the center and those who are giving the word on the margins really is beautiful. But one of the things that I wanted to know was what the preacher was actually teaching? I can only assume that the intention to show inclusion should bleed into the way we speak and live but unfortunately experience cannot let me be that naïve. So if nothing more than an example, I would like to use this church, this beautiful vision, as a way to advocate for the importance of diversity within polycentric leadership.

The basic point in sharing this vision is to show how the medium can be the message, how our actions can speak louder than our words, thus indicating how our leadership structure also sends a message. I agree with this, but only to the extent that the medium and the message are the same. Which is why I wanted to know what the preacher was teaching. Though medium is important as a vehicle to express the message; we cannot fall back on the medium if we are not willing to preach that message. We cannot only count for our actions if we are not willing to be held accountable for our words. This is why diversity within Polycentric leadership is important. If creating a polycentric leadership is the medium, than we must empower those diverse voices in the message. We must allow them to be those prophetic voices that hold our White, male-dominated Western theology accountable to the gospel it is called to preach.

See, we can practice this in demonstration of our services, but do we practice this in our engagement with theology? In other words, we can stand at the edge of the circle and preach, but are we giving those who LIVE on the margins a voice? We can give up our power and positions, become Francisican in our poverty but still preach ideals of a dominant culture. Our positions are not enough. We cannot be polycentric in our function and not in our theology and beliefs. We cannot allow our giving up of our positions justify our words; we must empower those who have no voice, not because they were ever without it, but because it was stolen from them by a top down structure. Creating polycentric leadership amongst those who share the same ideologies and context is not enough. I must challenge you to not become polycentric in your leadership and remain hierarchical in your ideals.

Not only is this not a mission impossible, but I actually have the privilege of being a part of a ministry that practices what they preach. I hope not to take too much of Pastor Kevin Haah’s thunder as I  boast about New City, but it seems like such a great example for what it means to hold both the medium and the message. New City Church of Los Angeles is a church that started about 5 years ago as a vision of Pastor Kevin to create an inclusive, Gospel-centered community in the heart of Los Angeles. But instead of simply gathering friends, or taking a team from his predominately Korean-American church, Kevin decided to create a leadership that reflected the community; both in ethnic diversity and socio-economic representation. And instead of creating a hierarchical leadership, Kevin, along with wise council, created a system of accountability; both for himself and his leaders, that refused hierarchical structures and made room for leaders to emerge that a system of hierarchy would only oppress. The result is a fast-growing, come as you are, gospel preaching, community loving church. And personally, coming from a background of service in churches with a history of glass ceilings for women in ministry, an environment that issued limitations for certain pigmentations and a student loan system that I swear has vowed to keep me in poverty; it is good to know that I can not only find community, but I can have a voice; a place at the table where power is not meant to be horded but shared.

Allow me to conclude by saying that I agree that Polycentric leadership is not only a more biblical model, but allows for those who would otherwise have no voice to speak up. I would encourage Pastors of churches to employ this model, but to be reminded that to be truly polycentric, true diversity is not optional. Thank you.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Sometimes I doubt everything.

Have you ever looked at your faith, everything that you believe and have believed since you can remember and thought..."What if this is all Bullshit?"
Cause I gotta be honest...I do.
As a matter of fact, I'm having that thought right now.
And it's hard, you know, cause you never actually want to admit that a thought like that can cross your mind, but sometimes, if you are really honest with yourself, you'll feel it creep in. Or maybe its never left your mind and it manages to show its face every now and then. But you constantly remind yourself that its OK because it only happens sometimes...
Until "sometimes" becomes "often" and "often" becomes "normal" and the next thing you know you doubt everything.
But hey, that can never happen to me...I'm a Christian.
So even if I do doubt "sometimes" I will never let it get that far...I will always believe.
Yeah, I think that way too...
Now, many of you may be gasping right now thinking, "yep, that's it, Tamisha has officially jumped off the deep end." Please be assured that that hasn't happened. I still believe. I still have faith.
But "sometimes..."
Sometimes I wonder if it is all Bullshit.
So what keeps me grounded then? What keeps me from jumping?
Honestly (and this is where my Charismatic roots come in), I remember the times I experienced God. Times that I know without a shadow of a doubt that God was with me. Present in a situation, or gave me a word that I couldn't have known for someone else or did something so mind blowing that there could simply be no other explanation.
But as I even begin to think about that and about how learning so many things here at Fuller have a way of challenging what you believe I wonder if there will come a time when  there are so many holes in my "theology" that even those experiences begin to slip through the cracks.
So where does that leave me? Holding on to anchors until they're blown to bits by some ideology or praying that I still love Jesus when I graduate?
That's not enough for me.
My faith has to go deeper...
Believing the way I've always believed cannot be the end for me. I have to get to a point where my faith is strong and unmovable.
And I have a feeling that to get there I'm going to have to doubt everything.
I'm going to have to let it go, and trust that after everything has been shaken that the truth will emerge and stand.
I don't want to be the person who fears doubt so much that their belief becomes their truth.
But I don't want to be the person that becomes so disillusioned that doubt becomes their god.
But sometimes...
Sometimes I look at all of this and wonder...
What if it is all Bullshit?

Monday, October 8, 2012

Believing in Love

Note: Some of you will read this and think, "this girl is going  to Hell; don't pass go, don't collect $200, but STRAIGHT to Hell.. Others will read this and think, "What the hell is she talking about?" Please know that I am not entirely sure, and writing usually helps me to sort it out so bare with me...

About a year and a half ago I wrote a blog entitled, Divided by Homosexuality, which was based on a panel discussion we had at Fuller during my first quarter. I read that blog now and still remember how confused I was. I approach this blog with much of the same confusion, but with more of a resolve than I ever would have been able to articulate last Spring.
Tonight I went to view a screening of "Love Free or Die" which was about Gene Robinson, the first openly gay bishop. The film was then followed by a Q&A with Bishop Robinson himself. To be honest, I had no clue who he was before hearing about this event and upon hearing about him I was interested in his life and particularly with his journey  as expressed in the film. I enjoyed the film overall, as well as the Q&A, getting to meet him, buying his book and getting it signed. But what really lead me to write this blog was not the man nor the film, but the people I was watching it with.
When I left that panel last Spring, I was convinced on my stand on Homosexuality and was just beginning to explore what that looked like as I engaged with people in community (in other words, was it truly possible for me to engage people who were homosexual without turning my back on my beliefs?) As I began to explore this further, an amazing thing happened: I made friends. Not just any friends, but friends who were homosexual, friends who were Allies (heterosexuals who supported the homosexual community) and so on. This issue that I had been struggling with was no longer an issue: it had a face and a name and I had a relationship with it. No...strike that. Those faces and names were not issues, they were friends, good friends who supported me and I them.
"Now what?" I thought. Time and time again I played various scenarios in my head about how I would react to certain situations. "What if they got married? Would I go to their wedding as support for our friendship? Would that mean that I affirmed homosexuality?" Back and forth I went; trying to figure out how to love my friends in a way that was true to the Gospel, but at the same time uphold what I believed to be Gospel truth.
Some time later, Peace and Justice Advocates invited Justin Lee of the Gay Christian Network to Fuller to talk and also to lead a panel discussion. One of the things that I really liked about this discussion and found to be helpful was the fact that they were open to people on both sides to the discussion. It allowed me to understand the possibility of exploring my position in community: that is, learning how to engage in community with others even though  I was on the "Conservative" side of the issue.
Some time after that, a good friend of mine started an organization entitled, "One Table" which supported the LGBT community at Fuller. I remember sitting with her one night as we were having our usual Tuesday night dinners among friends and asking about my place at this table of conversation. Would there be a place for me since I technically hadn't made a "decision" yet? I found that there was not only a place; but a safe space to express exactly where I was: Welcoming yet non-affirming (or at least that's what I heard it called).
This leads me to tonight, Gene Robinson, the film and all. There I was, sitting behind my friends, watching a film about a man who went through hardship for what he believed to be the truth. It was in those first 10 minutes that I thought of this scripture:
Greater love has no one that this, that one lay down her life for her friends.
If I truly believe that Homosexuality is one of  the make or break decisions of my faith; then would I be willing to lay THAT down for my friends? Would I be willing to suffer the possibility of Hell (if I believed that to be the result of my affirming of Homosexuality) to love my friends? Would my love have to be radical enough to require that of me, or was it possible to hold onto both?
It was at that point that I realized that my decision to love was more important than my decision to take a side. But would not taking a side prove me to be "lukewarm?" (I say this in the term that many Christians view this as; this is not what I believe that part of scripture to be saying, but that's another blog).This is also something that I had to confront:
Did I believe that Homosexuality was a sin because I searched the scriptures and came to this conclusion or was this simply the result of tradition and upbringing? (this question is where the "she's going to Hell" part comes in). I cannot say that I have searched the scriptures. I was familiar with the scriptures that were used in this argument of course, but did I actually read them for myself? No. I had allowed it to be something I always believed, no question. Now, I am not saying that if I search the scriptures for myself (not actually BY MYSELF, but we won't get into the nitty-gritty of context and history of the church and blah blah blah) that I would come out in favor of Homosexuality, but I'm not saying I won't either. I have found that I have to be willing to search the scripture and allow the Holy Spirit to tell me the Truth. For someone who has always believed one way, this is a very scary thing. I can say, "this doesn't mean that I will change my mind" but if I go in with that notion then I am not really allowing the Holy Spirit to have it's way. I am not really letting it go. I have to be willing to leave this at the foot of the Cross and trust that the Truth will make me free. To be honest, I am not sure what I will find. That is where the confusion still lies. But I can say this: my resolve is in love. It does not matter what I believe at the end of the day, love is still required. It is still the greatest commandment. And if the highest peak of love is laying down one's life, then I pray that no matter what the outcome, I am able to have the strength to nail this to the cross for the sake of my friends.

I welcome your discussion...

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

A Prayer

I've been feeling down lately. I can't seem to name it, and that does nothing but frustrate me more. A friend of mine said I should pray. I thought about it, and remembered how much I used to write prayers to God. I decided to post this one, in case someone might relate:

Dear God,
I don't think I can do this much longer. I'm as my friend would say, "on the ledge." I don't feel like I'm connecting with this stuff, and as before I feel like I'm getting caught up in the particulars (which I also can't seem to name). I feel like I'm having to struggle in all of my classes; not to simply produce good work, but to understand and wrap my mind around the big picture. It just seems like there is something every quarter that I have to deal with, and in some ways I feel like I'm reaching my breaking point.
I guess it just seems that these things are so big, with so much history, so intricately woven into the fabric of society that I can't ever possibly do anything to set a new prescient for the future. I know I'm only one person and it is not by my might or power but by your Spirit, but I feel like I'm even struggling to embody what that looks like. Your glory is too great for this broken vessel, and I am not sure that I will be able to withstand the pressure that this tasks demands.
Maybe my friend is right, maybe I do always try to carry the world on my shoulders. But, to be honest, my concept of "letting go and letting God" is changing. I can no longer sit passively and not speak against injustice. But I can't seem shake the weight that is so easily besetting me.

Lord, teach me your ways. Allow me to see the way that your Spirit is driving my very situation. It would seem that I've arrived at a point where I can't even know exactly what to pray for, and I need your Spirit not just to provide your solution, but your judgment to name the problem. Give me clarity as I approach my studies; so that I may no longer be lost in the details, but that your Spirit is always informing, always teaching, always speaking. Give me boldness so that I will not be ashamed of who you made me; even when I feel like the minority. Give me peace in knowing that your place for me is here. Give me wisdom to know when to slow down, stop, and just be still in your presence. I do not want to go through the motions of learning about you and find that I am further from you. Draw me closer to your presence; both in times of prayer and in community. Allow me to see how my own transformation is contingent on your church also being transformed (and vice versa).

May your grace and mercy be the glue that holds this broken vessel together...

Monday, April 16, 2012

a minor breakdown

My head hurts.

I cant seem to shut my brain off. I feel so bombarded by all of these negative thoughts about myself; how I should be performing, always on, never ending.

and I cant seem to stop.

I'm frustrated and I don't know what to do about it. I don't even know what brought this on really; I was fine just a minute ago. And now it seems as if the walls are closing in and I'm unable to breathe.

And my headache is getting worse.

Then I start thinking of all that needs to be accomplished. I gotta start my weeks reading. I want to be sure to put up a good post. I gotta start studying for my midterm, and what about final papers? It s just too much at once.

And I cant seem to get my brain to stop.

I just want to be silent. I don't even know what that sounds like right now.

And somehow, writing is the only way I'm keeping my sanity.

God, why did you give me such a lonely gift?

I feel so alone..so separate from everyone. I just want to belong. Be a part of something.

But I am apart of something. I do belong. Don't I?

Why won't the truth seep in? What callous have I produced that would block the community I so desperately need?

I just want a hug.

I can't do this. I'm putting too much pressure on myself and I don't know how to stop. This time last year I was having major headaches because I couldn't live up to the perfection that was demanded of me.

And now my head still hurts.

I need community. But I have community. Maybe I just need to accept it

I just want to be normal but I have to do my best and I'm scared that it won't be enough and that I'm not good enough...what am I doing here and why do people think I'm so great cant they see I'm just messed up and why can't I see whats great in me and oh how I wish I didn't feel so alone

WHY IS MY WRITING THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME SANE?

God, why did you give me such a lonely gift?

Sunday, April 15, 2012

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I just came back from dinner with two of my friends. It was a great dinner; I had great food and got the chance to hear great stories about people who had blessed them through love, especially during their time at Fuller.
But when I got home...I cried.
Because I didn't have any stories to share.
This is even hard for me to write this now; because all I could remember is how much I wanted to bring something to the conversation. But I couldn't.
They talked about their grandparents and how they made them feel so loved and special. I never knew any of my grandparents. My grandfather passed in November. I never knew him and he never knew me. I remember participating in a funeral of a man I didn't know but felt like I should have. It was hard hearing all of the stories of his other family and how much he meant to them. I would never have those stories to tell.
Then they talked about the amazing people who were interested in what they were doing; sending them letters and encouraging them on. And again I was silent. Because I couldn't think of one letter, or one care package, or one check, or one random word of encouragement from someone who I knew believed in what I was doing. Someone to take the time to ask "how are you?" and mean it. To actually be excited about my goals or dreams, or at least cared enough to pretend to be excited because I was.
And I dont know about you; but for me its the loneliest place in the world.
Now don't get me wrong; I have amazing friends here at Fuller and have the chance to have amazing conversations. But man I'd give a right arm to just have someone (a mentor, parent, something) to actually give a damn. To actually want to know what was going on with ME. To cheer me on, send words of encouragement, something.
I remember when I was in undergrad. I wanted so bad for my mom to send me a care package. You know, like on that Jiff commercial when the girl gets the random things from her mother (peanut butter being one). It wasn't so much about the cost or anything; just that someone took the time to know what meant something to you and showed they cared by sending it (even the smallest thing). And even though my mother lived about 15 minutes away from my dorm I waited. And it never came.
I know this is a really depressing blog but I don't know, I just want someone in my corner. One of my things to do this year was to find a mentor. And, I don't know if that's happened exactly yet. I mean, there are a couple who I would look to as a mentor, but there is still a part of me that holds back; not fully letting people in. I don't know, maybe I'm just scared that it will be too good to be true.
I guess there is no real way to end this blog except to say that I really wanted to participate in that conversation tonight during dinner. I wanna know that there are people who have been where I want to go and genuinely take an interest in getting to know me. It's one thing to have friends who are going through it with you, but I'm not sure how much longer I can make it without other aspects of community (like a coach to lead you or people to cheer you on). 

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

When Absence Speaks Louder than Words: A Theology on Marching

I went to the Trayvon Martin rally and march in downtown Los Angeles yesterday. Its been a while since I last participated in a march, and I missed the energy that is connected to a community of people taking a stand in the name of justice.
When I returned home, I couldn't shake the high that I was feeling; and I didn't want to. This was something more to me than just being upset about the situation (which is by far an understatement). This was different from simply posting an article on Facebook, or a note on Twitter in response to that anger. No, this was different.
This was different because I actually got up and did something.
Now, this is not to say that the use of technology isn't important to spreading the word about a cause. Quite the contrary. Technology has played a major part in not only making information assessable, but in being able to connect people from all over the world, unifying them under a single issue. Technology and social media both play a major part in showing the truth of what is happening in the face of biased media networks and other hidden agendas. Thus I do not wish to present an argument that is against social media; what I wish to do is to express is the importance of coming together for something like a march, and the lasting statement that our presence makes.

Even though it is true that I make a statement by what I put on my Facebook page, or on my Twitter account, or even on this blog; the fact of the matter is that those statements can only go so far. There is that slight sense of being disconnected that somehow prevents me from being fully committed to a status or tweet.  Now, as a writer, this is saying a lot: to admit that there is some feelings of disconnection in association to my writing. But please note that I do not mean it in that I am not truthful or do not stand behind my words. I am simply saying that I experienced a deeper conviction and commitment as I walked with others from the community on behalf of Trayvon. And I believe that conviction is deeply theological.

I have yet to read a variety of books on theology, but I am confident that the form of bodily presence that I speak of when I speak of marching has theological implications. I say this for two reasons: 1. the statement that our bodily presence makes when we come together to march, and 2. the way that our non-violence resistance rejects not only the form of oppression, but its methods.

1. There is just something about being present. Whether it is a requirement for school, or marriage, or a friendship, or a job; our presence is important. Thus when I say that our bodily presence makes a statement, I am saying that it speaks in ways that our words cannot. Think about the marches and sit-in's of the Civil Rights movement. Their presence in those diners or walking down those streets sent a message that words could not touch. You may be able to disregard my letters (no matter how eloquent they are) but you cannot ignore my body; sitting in your diner or walking down your streets. You may try to ignore my words, but you will not ignore me.

This is also evident in the bible. Let us reflect on John 1, "In the beginning was the Word...The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us." The Word (Jesus) became flesh. This is not speaking against the weight of God's Word, but there is something significant about the taking on of a bodily presence to make a statement. God did not simply speak, He came. Even if we managed to ignore His words, we couldn't not ignore Him.

2. The use of non violent resistance is extremely important in the stance against injustice. The use of non violent resistance has deeper implications than I thought before this particular march. The fact that this march was so peaceful really resonated with me (not that I expected anything else, nevertheless, it is always nice). Despite the fact of others opinions of an "eye for an eye" response, marching has a way of taking a stance against more than just the action. Marching for Trayvon isn't only about taking a stance against the fact that he was killed. Its taking a stance against the way he was killed. Marching (using non-violence as an act of resistance) doesn't simply speak  against the action but it speaks against violence itself. It says, "we will not react in the way that you have. we will be better."

I am sure there is much more that could be said about this, and I hope to be able to develop this more. I just wanted to get some initial thoughts down in hopes to spark some conversation. My hope is that we grasp a better understanding on what it means to be present. To take the time to do more than send a tweet. We live in an age where our lives can become completely outside of ourselves. We can date online, go to school online, even go to church online (that's a whole different story). Thus, we are in danger of being assessable yet not being present.

I encourage us to reflect on what we mean when we post, or tweet, or blog. Hopefully we will be willing to show up when necessary. Lest our absence begin to speak louder than our words...