At the risk of
oversimplification: ambassadors are defined by a two-fold responsibility.
First, they must develop and maintain relationships among those to whom they
are sent. Second, they must also hold unswervingly to the values and message
entrusted to them by those from whom
they are sent. As one called to be a Christian ambassador (II Corinthians 5:20),
this is complicated by the absence of diplomatic relations between the kingdom
that sends me (I
Peter 2:9-10) and the overarching government under which any other
allegiances are organized (“the whole world” as explained in I John 5:19-21).
We often express this as the challenge of being in the world, while not becoming of the world.
This past Saturday,
privileged to observe the groundbreaking of the Dharma Rain Zen Center’s new
facilities in Portland, Oregon, I stood somewhere in the intersection of those
two responsibilities. My vantage point was not from the curb of the corner, but
amidst the traffic flowing in several directions simultaneously.
On the one hand, I was
anxious over the potential for inadvertently offending my hosts, especially
since I was there as a guest of a guest (Dr. Paul
Louis Metzger, head of the Cultural Engagement track in
Multnomah’s DMin program was one of the featured dignitaries). On the other,
however, I was anxious over the potential for participating in some portion of
the festivities that might inadvertently communicate an adherence or agreement
to the philosophy and spirituality of Zen Buddhism. One particular episode may
illustrate that sufficiently for you:
After watching the rituals
and listening to the mantras, hearing a few of the explanations offered
(outdoor sound system difficulties are among the experiences Christians and
Buddhists share, apparently), members of Dharma Rain moved throughout the
assembled crowd, distributing paper cups. Recognizing that this would be a part
of the ceremony, and having no idea what it may symbolize, I declined. And then
another asked, and I declined again. Having watched me say, “No, thank you”
three times, the fourth in our area offered again, saying, “But it’s just
birdseed.” I have some ideas about what it means to throw birdseed, or rice, or
confetti (though at our church, amidst fields of wild rice and vegan cattle, it
would only be organic, biodegradable confetti). But the risk of offending my
hosts collided with my allegiance to a pure message of my Lord—because there
wasn’t time to merge, or swerve, or diplomatically inquire as to what was
intended as the significance of birdseed throwing in this context. Thankfully,
she seemed only puzzled and there was no diplomacy-breaching incident. But I
feel strongly the need to learn from even this brief and otherwise inconsequential
experience.
I want to commend to you and
myself the value of standing in the intersection, fully recognizing both
elements of our responsibility in being ambassadors for Christ: authenticity in
representing my Sovereign, and as much accommodation of my hosts as is
possible. In doing this, I believe there may be two outcomes, eventually, of
this continuing endeavor. It may be, as one outcome, that I may become
acclimated to the pace of the traffic and better equipped to respond more
quickly in determining what it means to honor the relationships I am to build
and the relationship I am called to represent. The other outcome, however, may
be naïvely ambitious. But if I learn how to stand in the intersection well
enough, I may slow the traffic, or at least be better prepared to turn some
portions of that world toward the King who sends me into it.
Because no matter how
accommodating I am to those under that other, oppressive umbrella comprising
their subsidiary allegiances, my Sovereign-assigned mission is to seek their
reconciliation with Him. There won’t always be time to sort through the data,
to draw upon resources for cultural literacy, or even to simply ask for
clarification. And so, when they conflict, the authenticity of representing my
Sovereign must take precedence over my accommodation of my hosts.
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