THE LAST RIVER MILE

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GEOFF POSEGATE

Retired United Methodist pastor and leadership coach.

  • HOW CAN YOU TRUST HOPE?

    A close friend of mine struggles to have hope. This person has been burned by life so often and has faced so much disappointment and setback that a positive view of the future seems out of reach. My friend can’t seem to find a trustable hope.

    How do we have hope when hope has been crushed too often? How do we muster up hope when it seems that we live in days that are void of it? I recently listened to a National Public Radio interview of Ben Bradford, who hosts the NPR podcast “Are We Doomed?” I used to think that just religious people focused on the end times. Now, apparently, many people feel the possibility. That’s a hard environment in which to cultivate hope.

    I don’t have an answer. I just have some leanings that help me, at least a little. When I hope for something and it doesn’t come about, I have to asked if my hope was nothing more than an expectation that MY agenda would be addressed. That’s a pretty limited field for hope, if it’s narrowed to only that which I think should take place. Related to that, I have to have the courage to let my hope be open-ended. Hoping for good, positive, beneficial outcomes, I need be ready for possibilities that I have not considered.

    In the NPR interview, Ben Bradford says that the way we will survive an end-of-life-as-we-know-it circumstance will happen collaboratively. He believes that in the worst of calamities the best of human capability to come together and work together happens. Maybe that’s something we should be practicing right now, whether or not something “apocalyptic” takes place. Perhaps we should be asking one another what we’re hoping for, actively listening to the response. I think we should model actually being hope for someone who feels hopeless, when possible.

    The descendants of Hebrews hoped for God to send some kind of anointed One (“messiah”) for centuries. Over time, they locked in specific expectations of what that chosen One would be like. Jesus was and is the answer to that hope. And the messiah Jesus is was on virtually no one’s radar. There’s a lesson about hope in that.

    All that’s just me. I wonder how you keep hope alive. How do you trust hope?

    I’ll see you around the next bend in the river.

  • WE ARE AN ASPIRATIONAL NATION

    As I can, I’ve been watching “The American Experiment” on Netflix. I highly recommend it. The series is an honest, thorough, and positive presentation of the roots of the United States of America. In it, one of the presenters describes our country as an aspirational nation. This means that we were not founded simply to preserve a national entity as is. To be aspirational indicates that we have values and ideals to which we continually strive. Our country was established with the understanding that we had not “arrived” but would constantly seek to do so.

    For example, “liberty and justice for all” is an ideal toward which we have worked for 250 years. And we are still working at it. (The phrase “all men are created equal” was penned by a man who owned other human beings as slaves.) Our aspiration toward liberty and justice for all forced us to face the painful, necessary truth that humans owning other humans is wrong. It has also guided us through the struggle for the rights and dignity of women. It has given voice to the labor movement. It still speaks to issues around civil rights. (We pretty much failed to live out the ideal with indigenous peoples.) And now we’re trying to sort it out with people who live and love differently than what many describe as the “norm.”

    An aspirational identity requires honesty; recognizing where we as a nation have succeeded and are succeeding, as well as facing where we are falling short of that to which we aspire. We will always be figuring it out in constantly new and unfolding territory, and that’s good. This doesn’t mean it’s easy, but it does mean it’s right.

    Followers of Jesus know the aspirational terrain. Loving God and loving others as God in Christ loves us beckons us continually in new and unfamiliar settings. We never arrive in this life; we are always aspiring toward…

    I’ll see you around the next bend in the river.

  • I LOVE THIS COUNTRY!

    Elaine (my wife) and I had planned to travel as much as possible upon retirement. In the last seven years we have more than reached our goal. All our journeys have taken us to the rich variety that is the United States. We have seen Big Sky country in the west, witnessing and crossing the Grand Tetons. We have viewed the grandeur of Saguaro National Park and the desert southwest. We have spent time by the bright green waters of the Emerald Coast along the Gulf of Mexico. We have enjoyed San Antonio’s River Walk and the old Spanish mission region of Texas. We have seen the utter glory of upstate New York and New England in Autumn. We have walked along the shores of three Great Lakes, and relaxed in the beauty of Door County, Wisconsin. We have experienced the magnificence of Alaska; the last frontier. And we just returned from another stellar trip to the Colorado Rocky Mountains.

    This nation is a magnificently varied tapestry of different topographies, landscapes, and natural wonders. This is much like the people of our great land. In our travels we have experienced a magnificent mix of people who are varied in how the live, how they believe, how they think, how they work, how they play, how they love, and how they experience life in the United States of America. They are as richly different as the land we share.

    We are a nation designed for this; for the freedom to be as different from one another as the Smoky Mountains are from the Great Salt Lake. This is where liberty and justice exists for literally all of us, from the New England lobster fisherpersons to rural California farmworkers. We are defined by endless variety.

    Following Jesus is not, has never been, and never should be the official, mandated faith of the USA. Freedom of religion is at our very core, for good reason. But for those of us who do follow Jesus, this country’s values, even if still aspirational, feed into a core of something we believe…that God’s love is for all. God’s love in Christ is not deserved only by a chosen few, it is not earned only by those who look and act a certain way, and it is not reserved for a select group of those who are favored. As this nation strives to afford life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness to all, we are under the mandate to offer the unrestricted, saving, transforming love of God made known in Jesus to all.

    We have a lot of work to do in the United States of America. We are still working on putting into practice what we put on paper in 1776. But we can celebrate this day the gloriously messy crazy quilt that is us. Woody Guthrie was right – this land was made for you and me, and ALL OF US!

    Happy 250th, USA! I’ll see you around the next bend in the river.

  • HE FIRST SAID, “FOLLOW ME.”

    In these days when what it means to be “Christian” seems to be up for grabs in North America, many divergent people claim to be doing what the one known as Jesus wants people to do. They can’t all be right, because some actions, behaviors, and proclamations are polar opposites of one another. So what did/does Jesus actually ask of us?

    Apparently he did not say, “Believe these particular doctrines,” even though those of us who follow Jesus act as if doctrinal accuracy is the begin-all and end-all. He did not say, “Do these particular religious things.” That kind of negates twenty centuries of battles of when and how to baptize, how to do Holy Communion/The Eucharist/The Lord’s Supper, what kind of worship music is “right”, etc. There’s nothing wrong and everything right with committing portions of the Bible to memory, but Jesus said nothing about scriptural expertise being the main thing. And Jesus didn’t pitch himself as the heaven-ticket in his invitation.

    To those he approached and called, Jesus asked something very specific – “Follow me.” (Mark 2:14, for example.) The original Greek is a form of the word akolouthei, which literally means to walk along or behind someone, accompanying that person in a specific direction. In describing a teacher/disciple relationship it meant aligning with a specific leader and becoming like that person.

    So, Jesus wants us to follow him by becoming like him. That means SO much. Above all, it means love; not love as a feeling or sentiment, but love as a chosen action. It is a sacrificing love, penultimately demonstrated in Jesus’ submission to the killing cross. It is loving others in the same way God made known in Jesus loves us.

    Grounded in this other-focused love, becoming like Jesus means being on the move. It’s about going to where people are, rather than waiting for them to come to us. It’s about being with the people whom cultures decide are worthless (Matthew 9:10-17), sinful (John 7:53-8:11), inferior (John 4:1-42), dangerous (Mark 5:1-20), dirty (Luke 8:43-48), or foreign and suspect (Luke 7:1-10). And it’s about treating all of them as if they are God’s most beloved. It’s on this foundation that grace, salvation, and transformation happen.

    Jesus just asks us to follow him and to be like him in this way. Love God and love others as he did/does. That has lots of implications for me. It means I can’t just slap the label “Christian” on myself and expect a hurting, skeptical world to buy it. Among other things, it means I can’t claim Jesus as Savior and Lord and default to a demeaning, racist remark into the same microphone. (I’m not judging this incident; I’m just observing. I’m guilty of plenty of inconsistencies in my own words as well.) Following Jesus is not always easy. Sometimes we will face fierce opposition. Sometimes we will be in the difficult position of speaking grace and truth to great secular power. Sometimes we will be crushingly alone.

    But in fact we will never be alone. The One we follow promised to be with us, always…no matter what.

    I’ll see you around the next bend in the river.

  • “BIBLES AGAIN” !

    When I walk in the morning I spend time praying. Leading up to praying, I typically listen to faith-based music. I’m a fan of so-called “contemporary” worship music. I’m a little wary each time I log on to Spotify, though. While most of contemporary music is solid, some reflects really bad theology and practice. (The same is true of old hymnody, by the way.) This morning, for whatever reason, I started out skeptical.

    And then I heard one that was new to me. And, just like that, the Holy Spirit turned skepticism into a dance of praise. I’ll let the lyrics speak for themselves:

    BIBLES AGAIN (Brent Morgan)

    “I opened up my old Bible again. Blew off the dust from my childhood friend. I thumbed through a page, not sure where to begin. But opened up my old Bible again.

    I see people on stage and leaders of men use scripture like teeth, leaving marks on our skin. Something ’bout saving a world full of sin. Well, I hope they open their Bibles again.

    “Cause I don’t think Jesus was sent here to teach us to fight until one of us wins.

    We pick and choose verses to build bigger churches. If only we’d open our Bibles again.

    I opened up my old Bible again. I tore through the pages to find where it said to hate my own neighbor and curse my own friend. So I opened up my old Bible again.

    I was taught to fear God. Now we’re taught to fear men, and misrepresent what our Savior has said. So listen up close to the letters in red, if you ever open your Bible again.

    ‘Cause I don’t think Jesus was sent here to teach us to fight until one of us wins.

    We pick and choose verses to build bigger churches. If only we’d open our Bibles again. Yeah, I hope we open our Bibles again.”

    As Richard Rohr has said, it’s less about us reading the Bible, and more about letting the Bible read us. Would that all of us who reduce Jesus to an obedient, benign mascot for our particular ideology would really open our Bibles again.

    I’ll see you around the next bend in the river.

  • IS IT FASCISM, AUTHORITARIANISM, OR PATRIARCHY?

    What are we looking at in our country right now?

    Many of those who resist the present administration throw around the term fascism. That’s a strong, volatile term. It means extreme nationalism and aggressive militarism. Fascism presumes the need for completely unchecked dictatorial power vested in one individual or an elite few. It is build on a presumed social/political/ethnic hierarchy, with the favored nation or people at the top of the pyramid. Governmental controlled is unfettered, opposition is disallowed and eliminated, and social mores are fiercely regimented. The needs of the nation completely override the freedom of individuals. In my limited view, while the United States may be leaning this way, we’re not there. Though it may be clinging by its fingertips, the Constitution is holding, so far. And confessing that I am one who has used the word fascism sometimes, it’s a trigger word that just entrenches divisions that are already hard to overcome.

    A better concept to describe where our nation is might be authoritarianism. Authoritarianism has similarities to fascism: power concentrated in a strongman leader or an elite few, suppression of dissent, control of information, motivation by fear of “the other,” etc. Chat GPT identifies fascism as an ideology and authoritarianism as more of a functional operating system. Authoritarianism can be used to buttress any ideology, right or left. Fascism is most definitely a right wing ideology. (All fascist government are authoritarian, but not all authoritarian governments are fascist.)

    Beyond all this, I feel there is a greater question. It’s less about WHAT is happening than it is about WHY it is happening. In a previous post I noted underlying fear of a demographic shift in our country that is inevitable. (See “The Killing of Alex Pretti and the Fear of 2045” – 01.26.26.) Authoritarian leadership in general and fascist leadership specifically depend on and feed on such fear. So what is it that so many Americans fear losing? I think there is a visceral fear the loss of a world defined by patriarchy; specifically the patriarchy of Caucasian men. Patriarchy presumes that life is determined by and directed by men alone. Men are the ones who should hold political leadership, moral authority, social privilege, and wealth control. Carefully constructed ideologies, philosophies, and theologies have been built to buttress this world view. Whether consciously recognized or not, this is what is endangered, and this is what necessitates authoritarian leadership to protect it in the minds of many.

    Signs of desperate protection of patriarchy are everywhere…The pseudo-testosterone driven need for UFC fights on the White House lawn…The Southern Baptist Convention undergirding their opposition to women in pulpits…The firing of top ranking female (and non-white) military leaders…Sparing no expense to protect wealthy, powerful male sexual predators. (The Department of Justice is still in contempt of Congress for not releasing the full Epstein files as mandated. Our congressional leaders do not seem to care.) White patriarchy is in full circle-the-wagons mode.

    The effort to enlist Jesus (a non-white male) as a patriarchy champion is worse than bogus. Search biblical characters such as Hagar, Deborah, and Lydia. Note that God’s promise was to pour out the Spirit on all flesh. (Joel 2:28, Acts 2:17.) The morning on which Jesus’ resurrection was discovered, the men were scared, hiding, and useless. Women were the first to see and to proclaim it. (Yes, those of you who oppose female pastors; the first to preach Jesus risen were women.) Simply and bluntly put, to stand for patriarchy is to stand against the risen Lord.

    And, for the record, I am an old white man. I have been the beneficiary of a patriarchal mindset. I have been complicit in a view of reality that does not reflect my faith or the true core values of a nation. Patriarchy needs to die. It’s time to withdraw life-support for it.

    I’ll see you around the next bend in the river.

  • WHAT IF WE PRACTICED EXPECTANCY?

    In these troubled days, it seems to me that we’re losing many things I thought we were to value and protect: civility, statesmanship, collaboration, trust, compassion, respect, and hope, just to name a few. Maybe I’m over-reacting, but maybe not. I do think, though, that we’ve lost our grip on positive expectancy. How much do I think that my day today will be substantively and surprising different than the previous day? Or do I assume the same basic elements and events will be in place just like they were yesterday? Do I click on the news believing something positive and hopeful is taking place, or do I assume the same left/right finger-pointing and blaming will continue from the day before? If I am a Jesus-follower, how did I approach worship yesterday? Did I expect something out of the ordinary to take place? Or did I assume the songs, the prayers, the sacrament, and the message would all be done in the same order and in the same way as the Sunday before? Is my life characterized by expectancy, or by the presumption of the same old same old every day?

    The earliest days of the Jesus-following movement were marked by uncommon signs and wonders. (See Acts 5:12-16, for example.) This was not showy, televangelist, raise-money-for-jets kind of stuff. By all account these were powerful, humbling indicators of a welcoming, loving God, made known in Jesus the crucified and risen. Early followers of Jesus seemed to live with a daily expectancy that a risen Jesus would do something big, uncontrollable, and inexplicably wonderful.

    We were once a part of a church in which the leaders made a bold, prayer-fueled decision to practice what they called expectant worship. Rather than just doing things in the same order and in the same ways each Sunday, they chose to envision and plan weekly worship as if it was fifty-two stand alone events every year. They wanted all who worshipped each Sunday, whether long time church members or people new to faith, to come saying, “I wonder what God’s going to do in worship today?” It was far from a perfect process, and things didn’t change overnight. But in the end lives changed, people encountered Jesus, strangers were welcomed into the Body of Christ, and new hands-on serving ministries were born. Many factors played into this, but the core atmosphere was expectancy.

    I don’t believe signs and wonders aren’t happening. It’s that we aren’t conditioned to see them. We see what we choose to see. How would it be different if I chose to believe that God is at work and I chose to expect to see God at work? What if I approached my day with expectancy?

    I’ll see you around the next bend in the river.

  • IS ANYBODY LISTENING?

    Elaine (my wife) and I volunteer once a week at a thrift store in our community which is operated by an international not-for-profit organization. The store provides a great benefit for many wonderful people in our area. A good number of people who shop at the store could not buy the items they purchase any other way, because of the continually rising cost of living. It’s humbling and beneficial to us to connect with people who have to find a way to exist near the margins of our society. We have been blessed with friends we would not have met any other way.

    While we were working there the other day, an older gentleman (about my age!) passed by me, commenting on the trouble he was having with his vision. So I asked him what was going on with his eyes. Well, I didn’t get any work done for about the next half hour. He want from talking about his eyes, to his age, to his family, to his background, to his work experience, to places he’d been, to people he had met….To to be honest, it kind of became a meandering stream of consciousness, and I pretty much lost track of the trajectory. But it was clear that he just really wanted to talk. Or, more accurately, he just needed someone to listen to him. I got the sense that he doesn’t get that very often.

    Really, how often does someone listen – really listen to any of us? In the so-called information age, when we are bombarded by data 24/7, who or what ever contacts us and just wants to listen to us? In this time when we are talking at each other, talking past each other, and shouting at each other, less and less listening is going on. For many, such as the guy in the thrift store the other day, that’s very painful. Not listening to someone essentially says to him/her/them, “You don’t matter.” You may be one of those persons who experiences that horrible pronouncement.

    We who claim to follow Jesus have to send a different message. (See Romans 12:9-16.) What would it be like if, in the next conversation I have with someone. I make fewer statements and ask more questions? And then, when I ask the questions, what would it be like if I listened; really, deeply listened?

    I’ll see you around the next bend in the river.

  • WHAT DOES IT REALLY MEAN TO BE “SAVED”?

    The Jesus-following movement in the United States is at a point of crisis/opportunity. What it means to be “Christian” appears to be up for grabs, and extremely different theological and political viewpoints are doing the grabbing. For the sake of our primary tasks (Matthew 22:36-40 and Matthew 28:19) we need clarity. In that spirit, if Jesus-followers are “saved” and are seeking to “save” others, what does that really mean?

    Much church history in North America has been built around what essentially is a reward/punishment theology. Heaven is the reward, and hell is the punishment. All of us deserve hell, and there’s nothing we can do of our own effort to avoid it. However, Jesus has taken upon himself the punishment due us. Say the “sinner’s prayer” and say yes to Jesus, and we get the reward instead of the punishment. Surely this is a dimension of what it means to follow Jesus. However, it is far from the totality of it.

    English speaking people translate two words as “hell” in the New Testament of the Bible, primarily. Gehenna literally refers to the perpetually burning place of refuse placed far outside of the city of Jerusalem. Hades is a Greek concept, having nothing to do with Jewish cosmology. It simply means the underworld, or the place of the dead. The primary combined meaning is separation and lifelessness. Punishment can be inferred, but it’s mostly about being apart from life and without life.

    Couple this with the two words used most often to express being “saved.” They are forms of the Greek words soter and sozo. They are words which are more about health than about reward and punishment. For example, Simon Peter uses the latter in describing the Body of Christ’s mission. (See Acts 4:12.) Sozo literally means to be made whole, to be healed, and/or to be protected from danger. It’s not dominated by a sense of avoiding punishment. It’s more about rescue from a present circumstance than about avoiding a future one.

    Finally, there’s the concept of ransom in describing who and what Jesus is and what Jesus does. (See Matthew 20:28, Mark 10:45, and I Timothy 2:6. Ransom had particular meaning in relation to bond-slavery, and refers to the price of release from bonding. It’s more about liberation than about avoiding punishment.

    None of this negates the reality of eternity. Nor does it eliminate seeking heaven and avoiding hell as real dimensions of the Jesus experience. But reducing being saved to the ticket to heaven/get out of hell card thing is to hamstring the full power of what a crucified and risen Jesus means. Salvation is more relational than situational. (In addition, keeping it about reward/punishment can be used more as a tool to control people than as an opportunity to love them with Christ-like love. But that’s a topic for another post…)

    What would it be like if Jesus followed a heart-felt urgency to bring the healing, wholeness, and liberation of Jesus to lost, lonely, marginalized people, rather than just dangling reward and punishment in front of them?

    I’ll see you around the next bend in the river.

  • LEARN SOMEONE’S BACK-STORY

    On Memorial Day I happened to be talking with someone who is a friend and neighbor. I’ve known him over six years, but I discovered something new that day. His father was killed in action near the end of the Second World War. Our friend’s dad had sent his family a letter saying that he was looking forward to being home by Christmas, 1944. He didn’t make it, dying in battle in early December of that year. Our neighbor was maybe nine or ten years old when this happened. In addition to unspeakable grief, his father’s death meant financial hardship to his mother and all the family.

    Our friend carries a good bit of this pain to this day. I could see it and sense it. I felt acutely the fact that my dad came home from war (Korean Conflict) but his did not. Just meant to be a casual Memorial Day conversation, it turned into a kind of sacred moment. I learned something valuable and painful about him, and I experienced it as a humbling gift

    Though we never talk about it, it’s safe to say that our neighbor and I are at significantly different points politically, theologically, philosophically, and probably many other ways. Yet I was reminded in that moment that even and especially in these intensely polarizing times, everyone – everyone – has a back-story. This includes the ones with whom we disagree most intensely and whom we are most tempted to vilify and demonize. Someone rejoices when that person was born. That person’s death will leave a hole in someone’s heart.

    Maybe it’s not about all of us being in total agreement. Maybe it’s more about discovery and caring enough to learn someone’s back-story. This takes more effort than simply dismissing someone as one of “those” people. It requires more listening and more open-ended questions than proclamations and arguments.

    For Jesus-followers, the bottom line is this: You and I will never – never – encounter someone who has not been declared worthy of the life, death, resurrection, and promised return of the Son of the living God. Every person has a back-story, and every person and back-story matters to God.

    I’ll see you around the next bend in the river.