Jesus Radicals Blog 2005-2017
By: Ryan Jarrell
I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep. 12 But he that is an hireling, and not the shepherd, whose own the sheep are not, seeth the wolf coming, and leaveth the sheep, and fleeth: and the wolf catcheth them, and scattereth the sheep. 13 The hireling fleeth, because he is an hireling, and careth not for the sheep. 14 I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine.
I ain’t talkin bout no money, I ain’t talking bout no cars,
I ain’t talking bout no diamonds cause that shit is a façade
-A$AP Rocky, Wassup
As a newly convinced Quaker, this often under quoted parable was presented to me as the biblical basis of the pastorless organization of our worship community. And this point cannot be understated. If we are to bring the sweet solitude of the anti-cultural Kingdom of Heaven to the rooting places of Empire, our places of worship need to exemplify these values first and foremost. However, as my worship deepens and I continue to face that Spirit of the scripture in the desert of the heart, I find my Religious Societies simplistic explication of this particular parable lacks a certain depth. Upon increasing meditation, I find this sliver, more than a base allegation against the merits of monetary compensation, indeed unfolds into a critical facet of the Ghostly Shepherd’s ministry.
It when lacking the spirit of this parable that the Church transforms into its overly-popular image, as an institution that operates as some sort of eschatological credit union. Provide proper payments of undying loyalty to ecclesiastical leadership, unthinking devotion and a blemishless interior life and you will be rewarded with an ineffably gratifying pleasure cruise, heaven as the proverbial gold watch for years of devoted service to the almighty Jesus Inc. In short, the good dog gets a biscuit. Bad dogs are excommunicated and brow-battered till broken. When this mercenarism runs rampant in the Church, great things fail, or never form in the first place. So caught up in securing salvation, we damn the here and now.
We do good for pay, a pay fantastical, but reward-based labor just the same. This type of thinking distorts God and we into a slave-master relationship, instead of the friendship and familial ties that Jesus stresses.
Rabia al-basri, awe-inspiring Sufic saint, sympathizes sincerely with Yeshua Meshiah when she states
O God! If I worship You for fear of Hell, burn me in Hell,
and if I worship You in hope of Paradise, exclude me from Paradise.
But if I worship You for Your Own sake,
grudge me not Your everlasting Beauty.
I must admit, the Spirit opened this scripture for me, and for quite a while I was satisfied. Not only had I seemingly out-witted George Fox and the rest of my Society’s founders, but I had discounted an ideology I found personally abhorrent. Like many theologians before me, I tucked the passage away, thoughtlessly scanning the lines in question when they arose in daily scripture study. And then I woke the fuck up.
While involved in local Occupy protests, myself and other activists of various shades of the anarchical spectrum occupied a building long abandoned in downtown Chapel Hill, intending to open a community center. Within twenty four hours, while we cleaned, crafted makeshift mattresses for the homeless and deboarded long shuttered windows, we were raided in an unprovoked and unannounced assault by the local SWAT equivalent. At one point I had four or more semi-automatic rifles aimed at my person, some fingers even lightly placed against triggers. It totally sucked.
The weeks that followed were eclipsed by a bevy of emotions. Paranoia was present. Indignation, certainly. Fear, to a limited extent. Far and above, the feeling I most often grappled with was elation, a notorious suave tinting my every move and statement. I held a badge of honor. I had community wide acceptance of my status as an activist, a revolutionary feared by the powers that be. What a load of unmitigated horseshit. I did what I did, even volunteered early in our protest to be arrested, all for this prideful pay-off. I did these activities with mixed motives. YHWH was present, certainly, but locking horns with my wrathful ego.
I’m not saying we shouldn’t be imprisoned for our beliefs. If I attempted to, scripture would rebuke me at almost every turn. I am MOST CERTAINLY not saying we shouldn’t have these beliefs. But to act as an anarchist in order to be recognized as such is a betrayal of the Spirit. To come to Christ for identity is broken and backward. The Vine enjoins us to lose ourselves, and our activism must erupt from the no-place. Otherwise we risk retreating into the mindless salvation sales we struggle to leave behind.
The last thing I want to achieve in penning this article is to paint myself as some self-important guru so thoroughly drenched in the Lamb’s Blood my shit doesn’t smell like solid, sickly farts. To act entirely outside the self is a task impossible, perhaps never to be completed perfectly, so at every turn I must sink into the mellifluous Spirit till I feel guided aright. And a lot of times it totally sucks. But fuck it, you know? It’s what we gotta do.
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