Crossing Boulevard

with Rev. Rachel


Where do you go to practice? Which is not the same as asking where you like to be to think about things.

Call them virtues, call them Christian virtues, they have to be put on and worn and broken in and stretched out and examined and washed (or spot-cleaned) and patched (or tailored).

Everyone can get behind a good part of this laundry list put forth in Hebrews 13. Why? Because these are widely held as sound ideas, verses 1-5.

But can we point to the practice field? Are we willing to share the track with strange others? And do we show up to it?

I am lucky. On the whole, folks do not approach me with the intention of rattling off all the reasons why the church is beneath or behind them.

I am lucky. I know and love people who chosen a practice field that is not, say, a Jesus-following community. When they speak of where they go and to whom they belong and why they show up, well, I find myself nearer to my God and more closely connected to the terrain of the sojourn I have chosen; or has chosen me, rather.

Where I have work to do involves those encounters in which an ideology is front and center and I cannot, for the life of me or anyone else, locate where the espousers of this or that set of views go to experience what inevitably happens on any practice field: A real reckoning with nuance and limitations.

Limits are not all bad. Owning them can open us up to receive what others have to invest in our lives and in the kingdom. Which is one reason to choose limits.

If it’s the Ritz-Carlton you’re looking for, Boulevard may not be for you, but if it’s a field you need, c’mon! We’re plenty limited and thus every bit suitable for entertaining angel practice. Besides: Those of us already gathering here need to rehearse how this is not ultimately our turf, but rather ground made holy by any move made, in our midst, toward mutual love (v.1). Like I said, c’mon.

UncategorizedDrew Willson