Showing posts with label Walter Brueggemann. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Walter Brueggemann. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Reading Up: The Practice of Prophetic Imagination by Walter Brueggemann

Thank God. No, really. Thank. God.

Do you want to know how to begin to think about preaching to a post-modern assembly? Then read this book.

I kept putting off reading The Practice of Prophetic Imagination for a while. I don't know why. It felt intimidating. It felt overwhelming. It felt dense. And it was all of those things. But at the same time, I felt like Brueggemann (as usual) was saying things that needed to be said, setting an agenda that needed to be set, proclaiming the Word boldly. At the end of each chapter, I briefly considered giving Brueggemann a standing ovation. Then I thought my dog might think it was for her, and we don't want her getting a big head.

"Prophetic proclamation is an attempt to imagine the world as though YHWH--the creator of the world, the deliverer of Israel, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ whom we Christians come to name as Father, Son, and Spirit--were a real character and an effective agent in the world" (2).

It sounds simple. It sounds obvious. But as Brueggemann takes the reader on a complete tour of the prophetic biblical canon, one sees how the obvious is over and over and over again occluded by the dominant culture. Brueggemann identifies our time as one caught up in "conventional idolatries and/or conventional atheisms," thus meaning that the preaching task is one that requires courage, imagination, and risky. Sign me up.

Brueggemann brilliantly and succinctly sums up the context of twenty-first century American context as being a strange mix of denial and despair. "In our denial, we keep imagining that it will all "work out" and that the failure of our society is not as deep or long term as we might suspect. In our despair, we have the sinking feeling that there will be no return to previous well-being, and we are left in a bad place about long-term prospects" (38). It is in this context that Brueggemann understand the preacher's task to be to name the denial, to name the despair, to allow for grief and woe and to understand God's role in it, and then, upon having sat in those dark places for a while, to begin to turn toward hope.

He traces this movement through the biblical prophetic literature, over and over teaching the contemporary preacher that prophetic preaching isn't only concerned with social justice issues or the problems at hand. Rather, it is a way of imagining the world anew with YHWH as the central character.

He outlines three major tasks of contemporary prophetic ministry:

  • To empower and enable folk to relinquish a world that is passing from us (136).
    • This requires dealing squarely with denial and despair.
  • To enable and empower folk to receive a new world that is emerging before our very eyes that we confess to be a gift of God (138).
Thus, prophetic awareness exists in a paradoxical state between:
  • God-given loss that actualizes the "woe" of being out of sync with God's purposes that require relinquishment. That relinquishment in turn produces denial. Thus:
  • There is a God-given new emergent that actualizes "the days are coming" by the wise generativity of God that requires receptivity. That receptivity in turn evokes despair. (142-143)
"I believe that prophetic ministry that swirls around truth (against denial) and hope (against despair) is undertaken not because of moral passion (though that counts) but because without prophetic processing of denial and despair, our society will devour itself in alienation" (143).

Perhaps my favorite part of this book is Brueggemann's honest confession that his book falls short of a how-to guide for the local preacher. Though the totalizing forces of our society that try to deny and rule out any possibility that the great God of our creation could possibly be a present, active agent here and now, through imagination, the prophetic preacher enters into a world unseen through that consumerist, militarist lens and sees a world of possibility, of hope, of love, of sustaining grace. There is no prescription for this because it is happening in new ways all the time. Our encounter with Scripture is always new because we are always something new, and this intersection creates the opportunity for even further newness. God is good.

By the end of the book, I kept thinking of Moss' work, not only in singing the blues (in which we do own despair), but in his discussion of Post-Soul generation. As I finished chapter four, "A Lingering Place of Relinquishment," I sat down at my computer and clicked on a link a friend had posted on social media. It was a young woman loudly proclaiming that she had had enough of society's beauty expectations of her, and that she would no longer be following them. Echoes of Brueggemann's and Moss' work in my mind, I fully realized how very desperate this age is to shed the totalizing society that seeks to convince us that there's nothing else there, but how at the same time, that desperation is a flailing one, without a hand hold. Without a prophetic tradition, without a God, we are denouncing something that only grows with the denouncement. Who, then, is announcing God?

The whole book seems revelatory in the way something so common-sense seems revelatory. Which, in some ways makes me sad. But in so many other ways, makes me excited. 

There were too many underlinings and stars in this book to actually quote, but here's a final teaser before you just go out and buy this book:

We do...yearn and trust for more than what the empire can offer. We yearn for abundance and transformation and restoration. We yearn beyond the possible. That impossible is given, when it is given, on the quivering lips of the poet who refuses the thin offer of the totalizers (149).

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Heard the Word: Walter Brueggemann

Full text of Brueggemann's message can be found here courtesy of Time.com.

Because I attend Eden Theological Seminary, I am able to spell Walter Brueggemann's name without looking it up, without second-guessing all the doubled consonants, and without wondering if he's the right person to cite. Let's face it, Brueggemann's always got something to say about something churchy, and it's almost always pretty brilliant. So yeah. I was pretty excited to hear his message this morning.

He used three texts: Jeremiah 18: 1-12, Isaiah 45: 9-10, and 2 Corinthians 4: 7-15, all focusing on the metaphor of the potter and clay, of clay pots and their contents. Now, if I know anything about Brueggemann, it's that he is a master craftsman when it comes to words. And not just words, but streams, with stories, with texts. And so, as he began this sermon with these three strands of text in his fingers, I could seem him braiding them as intricately and as delicately as a mother braiding her daughter's hair. Lovingly, carefully, and effortlessly at once. 

"Have you ever known a preacher who had a good idea, then looked for a text to fit it?" Brueggemann started his message. And we all laughed, thinking of ourselves. But Brueggemann had an exegetical purpose in mind. He painted the scene of Paul, preparing a message for the people of Corinth, as he's searching for a text to speak to these people. And through Brueggemann's imagining, he brilliantly exegeted each text, pointing out context here, repetition here, thematic concerns here. Paul, he says, out-imagined Jeremiah and Isaiah with his Corinthian correspondence, by turning the metaphor of potter and clay into the clay pots and their contents, and asked us, "You won't mind if I out-imagine Paul, then?" No, Walter...we don't mind.

Brueggemann's task was clear: to instruct us on the treasure we have in the changeable form of the clay pot; to exhort us not to be confused about whether the pots or their contents were more valuable (it's the contents...duh); not to take the vessel too seriously; and to be sure that we understand the extraordinary power of reshaping the vessel belongs to God and not us. 

For us gathered, the message was one about the vessel of the church and its contents of the gospel message. In a time when our pot is showing its cracks, is breaking in new ways, is crumbling around us in many ways, it's easy to be concerned about the vessel. But Brueggemann is insistent that Paul is telling us that the vessel isn't important. It's the gospel that's important. 

"More is going on than us. A buoyant fidelity sustains us. And I warn us not to be talked out of the treasure of the gospel for the sake of the vessels that carry it."

"We have a moment of stunning attentiveness that the pot is being reshaped before our eyes because the form is no longer pleasing to the potter."

Boom. Brueggemann's celebration was that the church isn't in need of all the trappings of church as it is today. He stripped it down for us, saying, "We have a book, a towel, a table, and a cup, and we're back in business." These are the indispensable vessels, the ones that can carry the message.

Brueggemann's message wasn't just a good sermon. It was a sermon that taught how to write a sermon, with Paul as the every-preacher, struggling to find a good word for his church. It was a sermon that spoke to the church about the task of preaching, about God's work in and through the fragile vessels of the preacher and hearers. It was a sermon about the contents of the gospel as the contents of the message: hospitality, unity, justice, and the old, old story of God's vulnerable, self-giving love. It was a message so brimming with the content that the vessel was overflowed.

But it was also a prophetic word about a time when many don't want to give up the vessels that have become the church. And Brueggemann, owning and using his privilege as an old, white, tenured American man told us that the treasure is not the church. It's time for a new pot.

There was so much about this message to learn from: from the craft, to his accessible and humorous style, to his deftness with the biblical text. My hope is that I could cultivate a smidgen of his biblical aptitude. And so...back to the text I must go.

Wanted to include the call to worship we opened with: "Fashion us, O God, with divine imagination, mold us with sacred intention. Change us with your compassion. Transform us with joy. Birth us again, anew. Live through us today, always."