Turning the Faith into Flesh and Blood

Our church is at an impasse. Or so you’d think.

We are searching for a new priest. In the Episcopal Church, any candidate for the job must win the approval of both the church’s vestry (like a board of directors) and the bishop. But what if the two don’t see eye to eye on an essential issue?

That’s our situation in a nutshell. The bishop has told the vestry that he will never approve anyone who might possibly—someday, somewhere, whatever the conditions—bless a same-sex marriage. The parishioners (or at least some of their most respected members) have told the vestry that they will not embrace anyone who believes in anything less than full acceptance of gays and lesbians. To top it all off, why would any self-respecting candidate put herself in the inevitable crossfire?

You can see the problem.

But here’s the fascinating part: it’s a problem in theory. A situation like this, we were certain, would result in zero candidates. And yet about 15 priests have expressed interest. At least one of them—and quite possibly more—have articulated a sort of middle ground that, other things being equal, might be acceptable to all sides.

This just might work.

The lesson here, I think, is that we fill our heads with abstractions to our peril. Impasses that can never be rationally resolved suddenly resolve themselves when concrete examples appear. We can’t imagine how something will work, and then lo and behold, along comes someone who, far from having the solution, embodies the solution.

This shouldn’t surprise us, I suppose. Christianity is a flesh-and-blood faith. According to our traditions, Jesus was a concrete example of God. The people of his time could listen to his words and watch his actions and, perhaps more fully than ever before, see what God was like.

Not that concrete examples necessarily make our lives easier. Sometimes we can happily hold to a certain doctrine until a living breathing example upsets our theological applecart. In my fundamentalist days, I was certain that homosexual practice was a sin until an elder in our church—one of the gentlest, most godly people I’ve ever known—came out and forced me to examine the scriptures afresh.

Should we abandon abstractions? Not at all. But if we live in our heads all the time, we tend to go off in high-minded (and often high-handed) directions without looking at the people involved. So our faith traditions argue over theoretical issues and write authoritative reports and make grand pronouncements. How curious, in contrast, that the greatest commandment in the law involves a concrete object of affection: you shall love your neighbor as yourself.