I’ve heard of people leaving their church in recent times because they are “uncomfortable.” I understand. I’m uncomfortable too.
I’m uncomfortable. Since following Jesus I’ve been very uncomfortable. I haven’t had a day in which I have been comfortable actually. And it’s getting worse. Every day I am more and more uncomfortable.
I’m uncomfortable with the level of homelessness we have in the wealthiest nation in history.
I’m uncomfortable with child hunger.
I’m uncomfortable with tearing families apart.
I’m uncomfortable with the mistrust that exists in our nation.
I’m uncomfortable with the brokenness that exists.
I’m uncomfortable with how our stewardship of God’s creation is.
I’m uncomfortable that we listen to the god of money to make decisions, and that our first concern is the economy and not the welfare of the population.
I’m uncomfortable that we have been in a near constant state of war for most of our nation’s history.
I’m uncomfortable we have adopted the belief that the ends justify the means.
I’m uncomfortable that the truth and seeking truth doesn’t seem to matter that much.
I’m uncomfortable that there is a large segment of society that sees no value in education.
I’m uncomfortable that people seek salvation and Messiah-like figures from the world of politics and have for most of human history.
I’m uncomfortable that we fully embrace scapegoating – that we are in fact addicted to it.
I’m uncomfortable that we think others need to repent, but that we are innocent and in no need of confession or repentance.
I’m uncomfortable that our vision is clouded so we can’t see the Image of God in others.
I’m uncomfortable that we reject and dehumanize the stranger, the foreigner, instead of doing what Jesus tells us to do – welcome the stranger.
I’m uncomfortable that we don’t practice health care, but rather only care about treating sickness because there is more money to be made that way.
I’m uncomfortable that racism seems to be alive and well in our nation.
I’m uncomfortable that our criminal justice system is unjust.
I’m uncomfortable that people are mistreated and dehumanized because of their sexuality.
I’m uncomfortable that it seems to be acceptable to degrade women.
I’m uncomfortable that we embrace the idea of power as a value, and dismiss the virtue of compassion and care for others.
I’m uncomfortable that we believe selfishness and greed is good.
I’m uncomfortable that there are many Christians who think they can claim to be followers of Jesus without actually doing anything that Jesus commands them to do as followers.
I’m uncomfortable that there are Christians who think that being a follower of Jesus comes with a promise of being comfortable.
I’m uncomfortable that many turn a blind eye to facts and evidence and data that doesn’t agree with our beliefs and we think that our beliefs are fact.
I’m uncomfortable that we put our faith and hope in political parties, and only give lip service to the faith from God.
I’m uncomfortable that we care more about our own stuff, as opposed to those suffering around us.
I’m uncomfortable that we think that strength means defeating ones opponents rather than listening and making peace with them in a way that benefits all and starts to build trust and community.
I’m uncomfortable that we have fully embraced the idea of us vs. them.
I’m uncomfortable that we can read what Scripture says and can spin it into something completely different because we don’t like it.
I’m uncomfortable that we have Christians who think they don’t have to read the Bible at all.
I’m uncomfortable that we have Christians who think they don’t need to grow spiritually and in faith because they were confirmed when they were in 8th grade.
I’m uncomfortable that we think we can be loyal to Jesus and anything else at the same time, especially when that other loyalty conflicts with what it means to follow Jesus.
I’m uncomfortable that we can justify excluding whole groups of people from God’s kingdom because they sin in a way that we are not likely to sin.
I’m uncomfortable with the level of hatred and fear that exists in our nation and in our churches.
I’m uncomfortable that we have many Christians who don’t actually believe the faith.
I’m uncomfortable that many Christians don’t expect to encounter Jesus and really don’t want to because that would mean their lives would change and be transformed.
I’m uncomfortable that we value being in control, the very first sin recorded in Scripture, is what we value more than transformation and resurrection.
I’m uncomfortable with so much more that could easily be on this list.
I’m uncomfortable that this list is so very long and leaves me exhausted.
I’m uncomfortable.
But I am comforted by this – I am not alone. You are not alone. We are not alone. Jesus never promised that following him would be comfortable. In fact, he promises the exact opposite thing – to the point that we may die for the faith. He doesn’t promise that we will be comfortable. But he did promise that he would be with us. And he is. Right now. In the midst of discomfort. He is here. He is present. He is active. He is alive. Let us cling to him.
I’m uncomfortable too.
I’m uncomfortable that our church put cushions on the pews back in 1974.
I’m uncomfortable that our church put up matching drapes on the windows in 1977.
I’m uncomfortable that our preacher favorably quoted a Baptist evangelist in a sermon.
I’m uncomfortable that our preacher told a joke during the sermon.
I’m uncomfortable that our church starting using women to lead a song and a prayer.
I’m uncomfortable that our church allowed an American flag in the sanctuary in 2001.
I’m uncomfortable that our church allowed a piano to be played in worship service in 2005.
I’m uncomfortable that our church we allowed a guest speaker from a “legalist” seminary address our assembly in 2007.
I’m uncomfortable that our church building is looking a bit frumpy and the neighborhood in which it is located is failing and showing signs of decline.
I’m uncomfortable that I see Muslims in strange Muslim clothing styles around town.
I’m uncomfortable that our nation allows abortion and promotes laziness and welcomes refugees from poor, black and brown countries.
Shoot… I’m uncomfortable that our church decorates for Christmas.
Just for starts….
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I was uncomfortable when Jesus showed up at our synagogue and demons began shouting at him.
I was uncomfortable when Jesus TOUCHED lepers.
I was uncomfortable when Jesus rubbed spit on a man’s tongue when he healed him.
I was uncomfortable when Jesus said to roll away the door on Lazarus’s tomb – he was going to make a stink!
I was uncomfortable when he told Marth that Mary had chosen the better part as she joined the men in the men’s part of the house where a woman then engaged in discipleship.
I was uncomfortable Jesus, the carpenter’s son, came to his hometown synagogue and after preaching an amazing sermon started talking about all the foreigners God blessed in our heritage. (Made me wanna kill him!)
I was uncomfortable when four men busted through the roof at the house where Jesus was preaching! I was stunned when they lowered a paralyzed man down into the middle of the crowd. And I was deeply troubled when Jesus took it upon himself to FORGIVE this man’s sins!!!! Who does he think he is??? And then when he healed the man so that he took up his bedroll and walked, I was uncomfortable about how he totally subverted all world order and Jewish authority – disregarding the temple in Jerusalem the High Priest, and our whole system of liturgy and way of life!!!
I was uncomfortable when Jesus forgave a WHORE – a jizz-stained WHORE caught in the act! And intervened in her duly processed and God-ordained execution! Just set the bitch free like that!
I was uncomfortable when Jesus said “Repent! The Kingdom of God is at hand!” Just when we might have otherwise managed pax with Rome! He comes along stirring up revolutionary passions.
I was uncomfortable when Jesus accepted money for his daily needs from women – like so many free-loaders I have seen before!
I was uncomfortable when Jesus road into Jerusalem like a prophet king in command of a mob of peasants, cripples, sinners, and lowly people! He obviously came to the holiday celebration intending to stir up trouble!!! (Jerk!)
I was uncomfortable when Jesus threw tables in the temple! Man! That kind of thing will start a riot or get you killed. (And right in the worship service too!!!)
I was uncomfortable when Jesus sidestepped a political trap set by Pharisees and temple officials asking him if it is right to pay taxes or not!
I was uncomfortable when Jesus preached parables about a vineyard AGAINST the temple officials, rubbing salt in their wounded pride and their fear of riots!
I was just really tired when we stopped at the resting place halfway up the Mount of Olives where Jesus wanted us to stay awake and pray. He kept disturbing me to wake up, and I couldn’t get comfortable, but somehow I did manage to sleep until the temple officials with torches zigzagging their way down into the Kidron Valley finally showed up and arrested him.
I was uncomfortable watching the railroad trial that night.
I was uncomfortable when Pilate presented him as “King of the Jews.”
I actually found comfort when the crucified this trouble-maker. There was 3 days there when I thought we finally had this mess back under control, and might finally get back to normal.
I was uncomfortable again though when everyone started talking about see him alive again.
(Maybe this should be a post?)
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Finally, I am uncomfortable that it seems “comfort” has become a feature of American Christianity – and of my own participation in it.
I am uncomfortable with the FACT that being uncomfortable plays a persistent and important feature in my discipleship (not that I should NEVER be comforted, but that the discomfort should not be neglected or negated!).
I am uncomfortable with the notion that struck me a few years ago that in a town like Lubbock, I drive past approximately 20-25 churches to go worship with the assembly where I am “comfortable” – 20-25 assemblies that also claim Jesus as Lord, but which for whatever reason I either condemn or disfavor and functionally refuse to commune with as I join the enclave where I find “comfort” in what amounts to nothing more than shopping/commerce experience – where I buy Jesus rather than him buying me.
But then there is this OTHER level/kind of discomfort I am finding as I take a stand in the assembly and find myself shunned by my church! I am very uncomfortable being shunned, belittled, disrespected, neglected, scorned, maybe even hated by my own brothers and sisters. I am uncomfortable with the intense LONELINESS I experience among the people of God who bring God’s LOVE to bear on creation.
Very uncomfortable.
Thanx for opening up this discussion!
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Great comments. I love the interplay of old and current. There are so many things that people become uncomfortable by – but the question shouldn’t be about our comfort level. That’s more a question of privilege, isn’t it? It is a privilege to assume that one deserves to be comfortable and assumes that is the norm. Human history shows otherwise. A better question, the one that I am trying to raise in my post and I think you are raising in your comments is this – what should cause us to be uncomfortable and what are we to do about it? What does our faith call on us to do and how to be?
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