Water and Words

For two summers while in college, I worked for the Arkansas Highway Department on a district bridge crew.  Among other things, our job was to repair bridges on state highways across a several county area.  Sometimes the bridge’s pylons had sunk over time into the creek or river bed causing the bridge to bow in the middle, in which case we would work on scaffolding under the bridge to jack up the span.  Other times, the bridge bed itself was rotten, and we’d jackhammer the old paving and replace it with new.  During those summers I learned to use an acetylene torch, a concrete saw, a jackhammer, and a sandblaster.  But as the summer college kid on the crew, most days I was assigned the one job no one else ever wanted: flagging.

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On lonely Arkansas highways, people tend to speed, and in order to keep the bridge crew safe, the flagger needed plenty of distance to wave drivers down before they reached the bridge.  The flagger was often placed down the highway by himself fifty yards away from the crew.  We worked four-day weeks, ten-hour days, which is a long time to be by oneself with nothing for company but a red flag on a stick.  It was also easy for the rest of the crew to forget about the nineteen-year-old down the road.  With the sun beating down and the heat reflecting menacingly off the asphalt—that same pavement so hot that it was gummy on my boots—there were many days when I became near-delirious.  Once I wrote in my head the great American novel, only to realize when I attempted to put it on paper that evening that it was so much brain mush.  For I while I pretended that I was a superhero and that the flag was my power, with the ability to stop cars in their tracks.  Mostly, my mind wandered self-pityingly.  I wondered how it was that a good college boy had ended up there, how my crewmates could so callously put me on that stretch of road and forget about me, why they got to work the jackhammer while I had to flag.  It was a wilderness, to be sure.

Whenever I was at my very lowest, about to fall over from the heat or drift into darkest thoughts, almost like clockwork I would look toward the bridge and see someone shuffling toward me through the ambient waves of heat.  It was always Greig Lynn, a fellow member of the bridge crew and a member of the church in which I was raised, moving toward me with a cup of cold water.  (Under Greig’s arm was always also a thermos of steaming hot coffee, which he inexplicably preferred to drink even in hundred-degree days.)  Greig would hand me the water, which slaked my thirst and soothed my parched throat, but he’d also stand there for few minutes and offer me company and words of encouragement.  Mostly, Greig spoke to me as a friend and colleague.  He didn’t indict my college-boy whining.  He didn’t tell me I should toughen up.  Greig was (and is) a deep thinker, and he’d pull me from my delirium into grounded conversation about God, the universe, and everything.  Not to sound grandiose, but in a way during those summers Greig saved me, with water and words of encouragement. 

My friend Greig Lynn, who happens also to be a phenomenal musician

In Exodus today, the Israelites are languishing in the wilderness.  Their own distress and delirium are so acute that they’ve redefined in their imaginations what their experience in Egypt was like.  It may have been abject slavery, but at least it was known.  They have even forgotten how God so recently moved them from death to new life through the waters of the Red Sea.  Now they wander, and they thirst in body, mind, and soul.  They quarrel with their thoughts, with Moses, and with God, and they express their frustration with a cry, “Give us something to drink!”

And, as always, God responds.  God does not forget the Israelites.  God does not leave them alone in the wilderness.  God does not castigate their complaining.  God responds to their thirst with water and word.  God instructs Moses to take his staff and strike a rock at Mount Horeb.  When Moses does so, water gushes forth, and the people are saved.

On the face of it, the juxtaposition of the existential plight of the Israelites in the Sinai wilderness with my own youthful distress on the Arkansas highway may seem hyperbolic.  But only from an outsider’s point of view.  From the inside, we each know that our personal experiences of isolation, abandonment, delirium, and fear feel to us like existential threats.  The ground beneath our feet becomes gummy and less-than-solid.  The heat causes us to lose our orientation.  We grumble and feel maligned.  We find ourselves in the wilderness, begging for spiritual water to relieve our parched thirst.

We also know in our lives the life-saving relief that comes when spiritual water is given.  Sometimes that appears directly from God, in a moment of clarity as we pray, or worship, or find ourselves caught by blessed surprise by the felt presence of the divine.  Sometimes—oftentimes—small salvations come from a fellow member of the Body of Christ, a sister or brother who shows up at just the right moment, with water and words of encouragement.

It is in those encounters with sweet relief when we are reminded that we are not alone, either in our experiences of the wilderness or the Promised Land.  It is then, in my life, that I utter as a reflex the words of the First Song of Isaiah: “Surely it is God who saves me!  I will trust in God and not be afraid.  For the Lord is my stronghold and my sure defense, and he will be my Savior.  Therefore you shall draw waters with rejoicing from the springs of salvation… [and] sing the praises of the Lord, for God has done great things, and this is known in all the world.”

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This is the kick-off Sunday for our Every Member Canvass—the annual stewardship campaign that funds our ministry budget for the coming year—and the First Song of Isaiah is our EMC theme.  That the lectionary provides us with the story of the Israelites and their thirst today of all days is a kind of “God moment.”

At the end of the day, making a pledge commitment to the Cathedral is not the same, in kind or degree, to our generosity expressed in other ways, to our alma maters, or museums, or the American Heart Association, or any other very worthy recipient.  Our giving to the Cathedral is our way of providing water and word to those in need.  Each time a message of comfort and hope comes from Christ Church, and each time we provide spiritual water to those in the wilderness and literal water to those who live on the street, we are as Moses striking the rock at Horeb, transforming deserts into oases for someone—and knowing all the time that someday that someone in need will be us

In other words, our giving is the provision of water and words of encouragement to those in need, and our giving is also the way we respond in joy to the water and words that have been given, sometimes miraculously, to us.  A pledge is the physical, sacramental expression of the First Song of Isaiah.  A pledge to the ministry of this sacred and life-giving place is a way to say, “Surely it is God who saves me!  I will trust in God and not be afraid.  For the Lord is my stronghold and my sure defense, and he will be my Savior.”  It is one way that we “draw waters with rejoicing from the springs of salvation…[and] sing the praises of the Lord” who has, indeed, done great things.

This year’s EMC is so important, more crucial than in any year of my tenure here.  How has this place sustained you in the wilderness of your life?  How has it brought forth water from stone?  I have made my pledge.  All of your vestry members have made their pledges as well.  Today at 2 p.m. we launch the Every Member Canvass, and I pray you will join us and support the Cathedral, too. 

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Hardened hearts

In Exodus today, after multiple failed negotiations, Moses and the Israelites are fleeing Egypt.  After numerous missed opportunities to let them go freely—and with each opportunity bringing some fresh plague down onto his own head and his own people—Pharaoh now sends an army in pursuit of them.  The Israelites are on foot; the Egyptians ride in chariots.  What little lead Moses had on Pharaoh is quickly evaporating.  As night falls, the Israelites reach the sea, which to them could have seemed sure death.  Drown, or be butchered by Pharaoh’s army.  “Do you take your poison as strychnine or arsenic?” they might as well have been asked.  But Moses looks out at the expanse of water and sees something that others don’t see.  Exodus says, “Moses stretched out his hand over the sea, [and] the Lord drove the sea back by a strong east wind all night, and turned the sea into dry land; and the waters were divided.”  The Israelites are able to cross the seabed in safety, but when the Egyptians arrive and venture from the bank, we read “The waters returned and covered the chariots and the chariot drivers, the entire army of Pharaoh that had followed them into the sea; not one of them remained.”

Often with this story, the preoccupation is with the “how” of the event.  In 1956, Cecile B. DeMille famously depicted it as a laws-of-nature-suspending miracle in stunning technicolor in The Ten Commandments. I can personally attest that a present-day Branson, Missouri theatrical production does the same and could give Cecile B. DeMille a run for his money! 

In 2014, by contrast, Dr. Bruce Parker, the chief scientist for the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, published a tantalizing naturalistic description of how Moses could have pulled off his escape using tide schedules and an intimate knowledge of the north end of the Red Sea.[i]  I’m fine with either explanation, actually, because I don’t think the “how” is what’s important to the story.  What’s important is that in front of the Israelites and the Egyptians was the same Red Sea, the same murky deep, the same sure death.  But it proved to be death for only one.  For the other, it turned out to be salvation and life.

How Did Moses Part the Red Sea? - WSJ

What makes the difference?  Diving more deeply into Exodus (to extend the watery allusion), I think the key is found in the differing spiritual/psychological make ups of Moses and Pharaoh, and—spoiler alert—I think their analysis is key to imagining how we might deal with the fathomless deeps in our own lives.

Moses, as we learned two Sundays ago when he encountered God in the burning bush, is someone who has experienced more than his share of challenge and hardship, some of which has been done to him, and some of which has admittedly been his own doing.  In some ways, Moses’ life experience has given him strength, but in other ways it has stripped his confidence and wracked him with self-doubt.  All that is to say, Moses is no superhero.  He is as flawed and fallible as you and me.  And yet, Moses encounters God in the burning bush even as he hides out as a wanted man in the wilderness, as we said two weeks ago, because he pauses and attunes his attention.  He is open, even in distress, to self-discovery, to revelation, to new avenues, to hope.  And so, when he reaches the Red Sea, he is able somehow to see, instead of a watery grave, a miraculous path to new life.

Pharaoh, on the other hand, is spiritually and psychologically wired very differently.  What is the primary descriptor of Pharaoh’s inner state?  Twelve times Exodus speaks of the hardness of Pharaoh’s heart

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For those who study Exodus, Pharaoh’s hardened heart is challenging, because several of those twelve mentions seem to say that God hardened Pharaoh’s heart, suggesting that Pharaoh had no choice in the matter, that his spiritual psychology was imposed upon him entirely.  But biblical scholar Timothy Mackie explains that the Hebrew verb “to harden” is a tricky one.[ii]  It is technically a “stative” verb, and it doesn’t clearly indicate who is performing the action.  And so, our English bible translations do their best to translate it faithfully in context.  Sometimes that results in saying that Pharaoh’s heart was hardened.  Sometimes it says instead that Pharaoh hardened his own heart.  The ambiguity is, I think, both theologically intentional and psychologically sophisticated.  It comports with our experience of reality.  We know what it means to engage the world with a hardened heart.  We’ve all done it at some time or another.  It means, inwardly, to quit being introspective; no longer to question our own motives; finally to decide that we are justified, come what may.  It means, outwardly, to exhaust our empathy and compassion, but also to extinguish our wonder and openness to novelty in the world around us.  When we lapse into this way of being—when our hearts harden—it does seem that to some extent we have done it to ourselves and to another extent it has simply happened to us.

Even in the direst circumstances, Moses remains attuned to encounter wonder, hope, God.  Even in the comfort of his palace, Pharaoh’s heart hardens.  The distinction makes every difference.  And only for one is the ominous sea freedom, a pathway to new life.

These days, for many the entire world seems a murky depth from which there is no escape.  For each threat we successfully evade, another awaits ahead, ready to drown us.  Illness, economic uncertainty, political vitriol, civil strife, not to mention the travails we face individually—each of these can harden our hearts just a little more, until we become dulled, cynical, and closed to wonder.  When that happens, the illness becomes just a disease rather than a testing of our mettle and a process of learning not to cling, the job loss becomes only a disaster of which I am the victim instead of an opening of new vistas, the family upheaval becomes nothing but broken relationship instead of an opportunity for growth in understanding.

But our hearts need not harden.  The sea need not be a tomb.  Every transformation is a kind of death, but if we remain, in faith, open to the God who lives within us and works in the world around us, if we remind ourselves daily that our God is one of wonder and possibility, then every death—from the smallest challenge to the actual transition at the end of life—becomes as the Red Sea, a parting of what was so that something new and wondrous can be born.  In your life and in mine. 


[i] https://www.wsj.com/articles/how-did-moses-part-the-red-sea-1417790250

[ii] https://bibleproject.com/blog/pharaohs-heart-grew-harder/

Punching Holes in the Darkness

Schadenfreude.  When the history is written about our time, it may be one of the terms most used to describe our culture.  The German language is so good at packing a surplus of meaning into a single word, and schadenfreude does just that.  It means “to take pleasure in the misfortune of others.”  And my goodness, in our contemporary world we are good at that.  Like piranha, we await word of the misstep of someone, and as soon as the news is received the feeding frenzy begins.  It need not matter if the unfortunate person is culpable or not, or even friend or foe.  We live in what has been termed an “outrage culture,” and we are all too ready to shake our heads with a satisfied grimace and an “I knew it would happen sooner or later” sentiment when even our own former heroes fall from grace.

Biblical scholar and Anglican bishop N.T. Wright says that we exercise schadenfreude’s opposite, too.  Namely, we “murmur at one another’s forgiveness.”  Somehow, it has become not enough that our culture revels in both the justified and unjustified misfortune of other people.  Many also believe that condemnation should be eternal, that, for offenses of any degree, there should be no redemption, that the desert into which people are cast should span the globe and their lives.

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Jesus and Zacchaeus

Where have we gotten these ideas?  Where does our culture’s schadenfreude originate?   Certainly not in the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  For Jesus, undeserved misfortune is always an opportunity for healing.  When circumstances beyond one’s control cause someone to be cast out, unable to provide for one’s family, or in otherwise dire straits, Jesus always steps in as advocate for the voiceless.

But Jesus goes much further.  When he encounters those who are culpable, who deserve to fall from grace—whether that be Zacchaeus the defrauder or the murderous bandit next to Jesus on the cross—rather than levying satisfied words of condemnation, Jesus offers avenues of grace.  He knows that even willful wrongdoing includes a confused darkness in the soul, and he provides a ribbon of light that leads back to life for those who will follow it.

Perhaps Jesus most frequently uttered phrase is “Your sins are forgiven.”  Jesus doesn’t offer cheap grace; his redemption always requires acknowledgement of truth and amendment of life.  But Jesus never, ever expresses schadenfreude, and he never withholds forgiveness.

Of course, like Jesus, we must always seek justice.  We are called to be the vanguard of God’s kingdom and to labor and live in the world in such a way that God’s kingdom breaks into reality.  But schadenfreude is never kingdom work.  Journalist Nicholas Kristoff asked in a column several years ago, “Are we in the heating business or the lighting business?”  There is already plenty of metaphorical heat in our world.  We surely don’t need to add to it.  There is not, however, enough light.

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There is a story about a young Robert Louis Stevenson, who was a sickly child.  One evening in the 1850s Stevenson sat at the window and watched the lamplighter make his way down his London street lighting the gas lamps at murky dusk.  “What are you doing?” asked Stevenson’s grandmother.  And with bated breath the future poet replied, “I’m watching a man punch holes in the darkness.”

Let us be as the lamplighter: not taking pleasure at others’ misfortune, not withholding forgiveness from those who have fallen, and not injecting heat into an already overheated world.  Let us seek justice, and take joy in redemption, and punch holes in the darkness so that our world shines a little brighter.

The Burning Bush

Our first reading this morning opens with the 3rd chapter of Exodus, and, oddly, we’re missing a main character.  In the book of Genesis, the voice of God is heard in the first paragraph of the entire book.  God is an active character from the outset.  But here in Exodus, we’re already three chapters in, and we have yet to see or hear from God.  There’s been but one brief mention made of God near the end of chapter one.

Who we do meet is Moses, and he undoubtedly wonders about God’s absence as much as we do.  Moses has surely heard about the God of the Israelites from his biological mother, and he must lament that this God who was so close to his ancestors has not made himself known to Moses.

Moses certainly could have benefited from God’s presence.  He experiences the pressure of living a dual life, as the child of Hebrews being reared as a prince of Egypt in Pharaoh’s own household.  The pressure finally becomes too much when Moses witnesses an Egyptian man beating an Israelite.  Moses snaps, and he kills the Egyptian.  Afterwards he has to flee from the royal household and finds himself living in the wilderness of Sinai tending sheep.  In a life as complicated as Moses’, he could use God!  As he struggles, he must wonder why God is so palpably absent.

But then, on this particular day Moses is grazing sheep on the mountain, and something—a flicker of flame—catches the periphery of his vision.  He almost misses it, but for some reason he pauses.  Moses says, “I must turn aside and look.”  He reorients his sight and his attention, and when he does—and only then—the God who has seemed so very absent calls to him from a burning bush unconsumed by the fire enveloping it.  Moses is stunned, and in reverent acknowledgement of in whose presence he stands he reaches down and removes his shoes.  He is on holy ground.

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The poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning says, “Earth’s crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God: But only [for] he who sees, [who] takes off his shoes…”

I believe that, at least intellectually.  Holy Scripture from Genesis to John affirms that the Spirit of God breathes life into each and every thing and through the Word Incarnate are all things made.  But if it is so—if every common bush is afire with the presence of God—then why do we so often feel alone?  Why do our walks through life—our experiences of fortune and misfortune, our days as princes of Egypt and as wanderers in the wilderness—seem so often to pass in the absence rather than the presence of God?  Why especially these days?

The answer surely lies in the scope of our sight.  We wish for God’s presence, as Moses must have done throughout his days, but we wish for God to appear at our pace and in our direct line of vision.  Most of the time, even when we have greatest need of God, we walk through life with blinders on, unwilling to pause, to turn aside, to widen our vision and take in things at the periphery.  We wistfully wish for God, but we rarely take off our shoes and acknowledge the hallowed ground upon which we tread each day.  The burning bush shows us that only when we do so—only when we open our eyes more broadly and turn our attention—does God call out to us.

I wonder how many burning bushes Moses had passed by before that day on the mountain?  How many times in Egypt had his lush, princely living prevented him from pausing and turning aside?  And later, how many times in the wilderness had he been so defeated and deflated by the misfortune in his life that he could not lift his eyes to look around him?

It is difficult to know just why, on this day, Moses shifts his sight.  But what is clear is that once he does so he is unable any longer to see the world with such narrow vision.  In the course of their conversation at the burning bush, God offers Moses both promise and call, and the former makes possible Moses’ response to the latter.  “I will be with you,” God promises.  “When you confront Pharaoh; when you lead your people; when you continue to struggle with your lack of confidence and your fear (and you will continue to struggle), I will be with you.”

That is the promise, but there is more.  There is a calling forth.  God also says, “So come,” and he shares with Moses the life Moses must now live, now that God has entered into his vision.  Life can never again be that of the blind and carefree prince, but it will also never again be that of the despondent wanderer in the wilderness.  It is now a life like that of the burning bush itself: enveloped by the very fire of God, and yet strengthened, enlivened, and preserved by that fire and not consumed.

Here we are on Rally Day, and it is a Rally Day like no other.  On this date just last year, 700+ of us came together in person to pack 100,000 meals in the span of an afternoon.  Today, we still gather by the hundreds, but virtually and from our homes, physically distanced in an expression of care and love for one another as palpable as the impulse that guided our work on last year’s Rally Day, but it admittedly feels so different.  It would be so very easy to put on the blinders, to sleepwalk through these days, obsessing or willfully ignoring the news and imagining that God is absent.  But what might happen if we instead pause, turn, and reorient our attention and our sight?

Moses entire life is different after the encounter on Sinai.  And he very nearly passes it by.  That day could have been like any other but that he pays attention and opens his eyes.  Moses comes down that mountain with vision broadened, with a promise and a call.  From then on he sees the world differently.  He follows God and is followed by God all the days of his life.  And it all begins when he pauses, turns aside, and takes off his shoes.

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We can continue to walk straight ahead, without pause and with narrow vision.  We can live uncalled lives, never turning aside to see the presence of God, lives in which, as one scholar says, “there is no intrusion, disruption, or redefinition, no appearance or utterance of the Holy.”[1]  Or we can turn aside—allow an adjustment of vision—and hear God’s call.  We can see that we are never alone, and we can follow.

“Earths’ crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God.”  That’s a something around which can rally, together as Christ Church Cathedral, beginning on this very day.

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[1] New Interpreter’s Bible, volume 2, pg. 719.

Do you believe in miracles?

My favorite story from the Gospels is found in Mark 4.  At the end of a long day teaching and healing, Jesus and the disciples board a small boat on the Sea of Galilee for a night crossing to the other side.  Jesus is exhausted, and he goes below deck to sleep.  A storm arises.  In the original Greek the language suggests tempest, a supernatural, malevolent storm.  The boat is buffeted so harshly that it takes on water and risks capsizing.  The terrified disciples rouse Jesus and ask him, “Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?”  Jesus then says to the tempest, “Peace!  Be still!”  And the wind reverts to calm.  Jesus then asks the disciples, “Why are you afraid?  Have you still no faith?”

This is one of innumerable examples of Jesus’ miracles throughout the Gospel.  Additionally, Jesus exorcises demons, cures the sick, and multiples food for those who hunger.  How are we supposed to take these miracles?  Are they magic tricks designed to awe and delight?  Are they proofs of Jesus’ divinity designed to convince and convert a skeptical audience?  I don’t think so.

Icons of Christ

If we reread virtually all of the healing miracles, for example, the people Jesus heals are not only suffering from biological or psychological ailments.  The sufferers are also, often as a result of their ailments, marginalized from the bonds of society.  They are cut off from relationships of protection and care, even from friends and family.  The possessed Gerasene who lives among the graves, the hemorrhaging woman, the leper: All of these are considered unclean, beneath, beyond the bounds of our empathy or care.  And through his healing acts, Jesus literally embraces them.  He breaks every societal taboo, walks across every line in the sand, risks every condemnation—indeed, dares others to condemn him—so he can demonstrate that the love of God we are to embody and express knows no limits.

Looking back to that storm in Mark 4, author Rachel Held Evans says in her book Inspired, “When Jesus rebukes the stormy sea, when he commands its fish and walks on its waves, he’s not just showing off; he’s making a statement about the God who reigns over even our most visceral, primal fears, the God who, in the words of the [prophet], ‘makes a way in the sea, a path in the mighty waters’ (Isaiah 43:16).”

Evans goes on to offer, “The miracles of Jesus aren’t magic tricks designed to awe prospective converts…They are instructions, challenges.  They show us what to do and how to hope.”

In our world, that’s an especially important distinction to grasp.  We need hope, more than we’ve needed it in a long time.  These days, it is seductively easy to cast off those who are bothersome or seem dangerous, rather than embrace them.  It is easy to lapse into a paralysis of fear when so many storms (figurative and literal) buffet and almost capsize our lives.  If Jesus’ miracles are mainly parlor tricks, or else ancient suspensions of the laws of nature that only happened once upon a time, they are no good to us.  But if they are instructions for hope and for action, they reveal for us a still path through any storm.

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Are miracles magic tricks designed to awe and delight?  Are they proofs of Jesus’ divinity designed to convince and convert a skeptical audience?  I don’t think so.

How are we to respond when confronted with a person who is beyond the bounds?  Embrace her.  How are we to act when too many are in need and there seems not enough to go around?  Share with generosity of heart.  How are we to be when the storm seems intent on sinking us? Remember that beyond any storm is the peace of God in which we find our ground.  The catch-22 is that each of these miracles becomes true when we choose to live them.  The sick are healed; the hungry are fed; the wave-addled make it through to the calm, when we rise to the challenge of Christ’s miracles.

Dallas Willard says, “We don’t believe in something by merely saying we believe it or even when we believe we believe it.  We believe something when we act as if it were true.”  Rachel adds, “So perhaps a better question than ‘Do I believe in miracles’ is ‘Am I acting like I do?’” mark

Do you believe in miracles?  I do.  And if we live our lives in miraculous hope and action, we may just find that miracles still happen everyday.

The Jesus Fish

We can all agree on the central symbol of Christian faith, right? It is, of course, the cross, reminding us of Jesus’ substitutionary atonement for the sins of humankind. If someone asks a Christian what faith is all about, she can simply point to the cross.

But wait…What if I told you that the cross was not originally the central Christian symbol? In fact, it wasn’t. For the first few decades after Easter, the cross was too brutal a reminder of Jesus’ death, and it was still primarily associated with the execution of criminals. The physical symbol of the cross didn’t begin to become prevalent in Christian art and symbolism until a century later.

So what was the earliest central symbol of the Christian faith? It turns out it was the ichthys, the “Jesus fish” that we can see on so many car magnets and bumper stickers today. The ichthys was an acronym in Greek, with each letter representing a word. The whole acronym stood for “Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior.”

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The simple drawing of the ichthys was made up of two curved lines that met to form the shape of a fish. In a time when it was at least socially unacceptable to follow Jesus and at worst an invitation for the Romans to abuse, Christians used the ichthys as a secret symbol. When two Christians met, one would draw the first line, and the other would complete the fish with the second line, letting both know that they could trust one another in their shared faith. The ruins of St. Peter’s house in Capernaum on the Sea of Galilee, considered by most archaeologists to be authentic, has first-century fish symbols carved into its walls by some of the very first followers of Jesus.

What difference does this make, the cross vs. the fish? A lot. First of all, even when St. Paul and other early Christians do talk about the crucifixion they are not talking about substitutionary atonement, about Jesus as a stand-in for us, taking on God’s wrath for our sin. That theology wasn’t fully developed until a thousand years after Jesus. It’s certainly not in the Gospels. Paul is instead talking about God’s victory in Jesus over death, God’s defeat of the powers that would seek to hinder God’s good purposes and harm God’s children. In other words, the cross was only meaningful when tied to the empty tomb of Easter. If we’re going to keep the cross in the center, let’s at least remember that.

But we should also reclaim the ichthys, not as a pithy bumper sticker, but as a reminder of all those fishing stories of Jesus. Remember Luke 5, when the disciples fish all night but fail to catch anything at all. Then Jesus appears and encourages them. They throw their nets wide, and they gather so many fish the nets almost burst. Remember also the Feeding of the Five Thousand, when, with Jesus, the fish are multiplied and all the hungry are fed.

The associations of the cross and the ichthys couldn’t be more different. The meaning of the ichthys points not to violence, abuse, blood atonement, or despondency but to the ways in which, by the grace of God, all are gathered together in love, and all are nourished. That was the lived experience of the earliest Christians even in most difficult times.

In the difficult times in which we find ourselves, it seems to me this should be in the center of our attention. Though we are physically apart, the net of grace is cast over each one of us, drawing us to God in love and reminding us that we are in this together. God’s grace continues to nourish our souls. Finally, the ichthys reminds us that we are not only fish but fishermen. It is our role, like the disciples, always to cast the net of grace to those in need. So in this season, maybe set the cross just a little to the side and remember the Jesus fish. You’ll be in good company if you do.