A Few More Things about Preaching

Over lunch at Wan Lai, my favorite Chinese restaurant (side note: their slogan is "where gastronomy and good times come together." awesome), my friend David Park and I got to talking about preaching. He has passed a few opportunities my way, and while I was able to make a few of them work, I generally bowed out.

I recently asked David, somewhat aggressively, why anyone would want to preach. After my time in Florida, my opinion is softening somewhat, but I still have a few hangups with the whole system:

• It's impersonal - In what other setting would relative strangers sit down and listen to 20-45 minutes of another person's opinions without interrupting? When I hear the more "relevant" speakers like Rob Bell or Louie Giglio, they tend to create a good illusion of intimacy with their delivery, but who are we kidding here? This is mass media, a shotgun blast of Christian opinion.
• It's top-down stuff - preaching reinforces the trickle-down, leader-reliant mode of Church that allows some Christians to be mere spectators. If I go into a church and talk about working in a community, people can tell me "good message" and they've fulfilled their role. But if I sit down with someone and we start talking about each of our lives, then we've got something to work with.
• It's ironic - Ruthie and I are very focused on being good neighbors. We believe that's how the gospel works itself out. So dressing up and getting behind a podium to say that what's most important is not how we look or where we stand on Sunday seems a little silly.

However, there are some upsides to preaching as well, which are:

• It's a gateway - what you say from the front can open doors for further conversation.
• You can break rules once you're up there - I've seen preachers stop early to create opportunities for reconciliation and conversation among the congregants. Every time I see that happen, the results are stunning.
• The audience is diverse - If you write or make music or make movies, your message will only reach the type of person who probably already thinks the same as you on whatever topic. When you speak in a Church, you connect with people from different walks of life, different frameworks of belief, and across socioeconomic lines. It's a unique opportunity.

For now, my response to speaking opportunities will be to accept them if they don't interfere too much with my other, more important work, which is caring for the people in my neighborhood. I'd way rather show the gospel in deed than get behind a pulpit and discuss it.

American-Asian

My friend David Park over at Next Gener.Asian Church posted a letter that I wrote about an American-Asian's perspective on the Asian-American community. He also included a very flattering introduction.

His is one of the friendships I'm very excited about developing over the coming years.

In case the link above doesn't work, here's another: http://nextgenerasianchurch.com/2009/08/07/an-open-letter-to-asian-americans-from-an-american-asian/

Philosophy of Guitar

Yesterday was the first day of Eric's summer guitar class. He had been thinking about spending some time with different philosophical ideas about music related to perception and emotional resonance, but when the class showed up, it became clear that another approach might work better:

Blanca and her brother Alicio have been coming to our center since we moved here. Blanca does much of the cleaning and housework in her apartment, helps her mom sell tamales in the neighborhood, and cares for her brother. She's a very busy kid.

It turns out, she's also a killer guitarist. Eric was amazed at how quickly she picked up the chords and started playing. We hope she keeps coming to these lessons. It would be a great skill for her to develop so early.

After getting home from work, I went out for tea with Josh Feit and David Park from Open Table Community, and we talked about the difficulties of a multicultural approach to ministry, how to talk about our unconventional approaches to Christian work, good music, and Triumph the Comic Insult Dog.

It was so good that midnight snuck up on us, and the staff kept checking if we were going to leave yet.