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Unity | (Practically) Loving One Another

Terry Sheldon February 25, 2022

Humanity is navigating an era of uncertainty, distrust, and dissension. We've seen so much tragedy and it's left us with a deep felt need for reconnection. The CitySalt blog team will take the next few months to examine where and how we might find opportunities to unite and commune, and in that, how we can heal.

Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.
1 Peter 4:8


Jesus commanded us to love one another. A perfect idea if there ever was one. But what about the HOW, in today's fractured world?

The concept of duality was quite vague as I started writing this. But as I investigated it more, something fascinating began to emerge (more on that later).

I just have to share.

I learned that duality is where two opposing parts are by nature, in conflict with each other. They represent two sides of a coin - often occupying unhealthy extremes. But duality also dictates that the two sides share many commonalities (common ground) as well. And because both sides represent a rich, full spectrum of ideas, experience and even motives, both sides end up needing each other - to even exist!

When it’s functioning well with honest debate and mutual respect, our political system is the perfect example of duality. I’ve joked that it’s why God invented both men and women (and democrats and republicans)!

But the hard part is working out disagreements.

If the process fails, then constructive work stalls. But when people identify each other's extremes and adopt a mindset of coexisting and duality, real change can happen. They have to "understand themselves and the complexities of life", as many have pointed out. Each has to know and appreciate the other's back stories that led them to their point-of-views.

Goodbye cynicism, enter empathy.

I've long believed that because of our tendency towards emotional biases, triggered from past experiences, with most issues the best solutions (and the best workable truth) frequently lies somewhere between the extremes. None of us has enough in the tank to see it all and know it all.

An emerging, and important distinction:

Disagreement is emotionally taxing, but maybe we have a simplistic idea that in order to love, we have to always agree. Or be best friends. But actually I don't think we do. In my profession some of my best workmates have been people very different from me. But we learned to appreciate the passion and skills we both brought to the table. There was mutual respect.

The tension we instinctively feel with hard relationships certainly happens because of our differences. But we need to realize that deep down, we all need and want the same basic things. And it all starts with personal and mutual acceptance, which provides emotional safety. When we can move in parallel towards a shared solution, we actually grow closer. Could real, authentic love happen in this space? Sure, why not?

A final thought: In our current Christian/political climate, duality thinking might be construed by some as "watering down the truth" and "fraternizing with the enemy". First, I would never, ever want to accept a dangerous essential lie. God calls us to earnestly search for him and ultimate truth.

Secondly, I absolutely believe it's our Jesus-appointed task to sup with the sinners (because honestly, we're sinners too). Truth is, none of us believers can really influence anyone for good without first gaining a relationship with them.

Micah 6:8 | MSG
“But he’s already made it plain how to live, what to do, what God is looking for in men and women. It’s quite simple: Do what is fair and just to your neighbor, be compassionate and loyal in your love. And don’t take yourself too seriously—take God seriously.”

Luke 6:38 | MSG
“Give away your life; you’ll find life given back, but not merely given back—given back with bonus and blessing. Giving, not getting, is the way. Generosity begets generosity.”


About the Author

Terry is a man in constant motion to explore new horizons. He has a thirst for new places and faces, and a deep love for the natural world - with a weakness for waterfalls and sunsets. All of this venturing out helps to both ground and inspire him, because it opens him up to people, with their vast, collective array of experiences, outlooks and responses.

He finds all of this fascinating and sees that it has encouraged the growth of something crucial in his Christian development: empathy and compassion toward his brothers and sisters on this planet.

In Terry Sheldon Tags Unity, love, Mutual Respect, Acceptence, Duality, Tension
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Tension | Lean into the Tension

Pam Sand November 16, 2018

I remember when I was little. We lived out in the country, and we didn’t have any neighbors close by. We loved the freedom to run wild, leave our car doors unlocked, and run outside in our pajamas. These were the upsides of country living!

The downside was the dark.

We had a woodshed that was outside our house. I’d say it was about 30 kid-sized steps from our front door to that shed. The folks kept our big garbage can out there, right beside it. During the day, we would race past the woodshed into the woods without giving it a second thought. But it was a different story at night.

I so clearly remember my Mom asking me to take a bag out to the woodshed one night. I grab the garbage and open the front door, planning to get back before the commercial break is over. I swing the door shut behind me, in such a hurry I decide not to grab my shoes. As I start out and reach the end if the porch lights, I notice that feeling… First my tummy starts to tingle in a not entirely unpleasant way. At the same time, my mind starts having staticky thoughts that aren’t exactly words but more like subtle warning bells. I tense my shoulders. I tip-toe on my toes, feeling the sharp gravel poke the pads of my feet. I move in a slow but steady pace towards the wood shed. I am brave and strong, but it sure is taking a long time to make it to the garbage can. I keep my eyes straight ahead, strenuously forcing my mind not to imagine the blackness to the right or left.

When I finally arrive at the can, I am going at a fairly crisp tip-toe pace. I open the lid, fling the garbage in, and then I lose the battle… I turn and race to the front door again, so fast I don’t notice the gravel pricking my feet, the darkness, or anything at all. I am laser focused on that front door!

And I arrive! Safe and sound. Breathing hard. I quickly look around to make sure no one noticed my panicked sprint. Once I assure myself I am safe from eyes, I laugh a little, quietly. I open the door, and step back into the wood stove warmth, the bright lights. I sit down on the couch by my brother as the show begins again, the tension forgotten. That is, until Mom asks me to take garbage out again a few nights later!

Why do I share this story? Well, you see, the trips to the garbage can happened when I was little. If memory serves me well, I traveled to the garbage can and back, in the dark, several times. And I am pretty sure the last time it happened I was a bit too old to react that way, but I still did!

Since then, a lot has changed. My parents have built a shop where the woodshed once was. I believe they still keep their big garbage can out there, but I haven’t had to take a trip to it for many, many years. And I have grown up. I’ve worked 7 jobs. I’ve lived in 14 houses. I got married. I had 3 beautiful boys. I have made many great friends, have traveled a lot, and am now 45 years old. A lot has changed.

But a part of that garbage can story still happens to me. Quite often if I’m honest. It happens when I overreact to someone’s words. When I feel insecure. When I’m overcome with a wash of shame. When I feel the tension, my first response is to ignore it. To change the subject, start something new, or totally redefine it. But I am learning instead to pause. When I sense the tension, I try to just stop for a second. In that pause, I ask myself to make the trip into the dark, to lean into the tension. At first I resist, but when I finally decide to go… my tummy starts to tingle in a not entirely unpleasant way. At the same time, my mind starts having staticky thoughts that aren’t exactly words but more like subtle warning bells. I tense up my shoulders, and my mind tip-toes towards what lies behind the shame, the insecurity, the pain, the memory.

See, to me, the dark trip at night out to the garbage created tension. And a similar tension occurs when I decide to lean into my dark side.

Human beings are awesome. God created us, as tiny humans, to be able to cope with so much that life throws our way. Before we understand things, before we can handle things, He is with us and He knows what we need to survive as children. We decide things, we hide things, we build truths, and we splinter off hurts. We are able to do what we need to do as a young child to be in the world we find ourselves. We are amazing.

And as we grow up, we get to grow up! We get to make choices. We can choose to continue in the same patterns we created as a little child. These patterns make us feel safe, and tempt us to continue doing the same things that made sense in our childhood world.

Or we can choose to accept an invitation. An invitation to lean into the tension.

There’s an invitation to explore. To explore what is behind, underneath, and in the middle of our dark side. We are invited to lean into the tension. To lean into the places that make our hearts race, make our shoulders tense. The places where we reject before we are rejected. The places where we opt out before we are not enough. To explore the parts of us we hide behind the mask that we think everyone loves. To feel the emotions that we haven’t felt for so long because it was easier to be numb. These are our tension.

And the tension is there, whether we opt in for the adventure to find out what’s beneath it or not. The tension is there. It leaks out at our family, at our friends, at ourselves. It sabotages opportunities and pushes away love. It keeps us finding ourselves in the same place, even though we moved and we changed jobs and swore we wouldn’t be here again.

The invitation is there, to lean into the tension.

For me, I realize the invitation is there more and more often. At first I resisted, with all my strength. I raced and ran and found every distraction and fun thing and opportunity to stay ahead, to stay away, to avoid the tension. And I didn’t even really realize that was what I was doing. But one day I ran out of places to run. I crashed and burned. And I cried. I cried rivers and more rivers and I didn’t know if I would ever stop. It was scary. But boy was it good!

And a beautiful friend of mine met me in my flood of tears. She told me about the tension. And shared how she had learned to use it as a tool. To observe herself, and just to notice. Not to judge or figure out or explain or fix. Just to watch. And as she watched, she became more and more aware of when the tension was there and when it wasn’t.

My wise friend also told me about her relationship with Jesus. You see, He helped her with the tension. He showed her that He was there from the start, that He has never left her, that He knows the true her beneath the walls, the lies, and the hurts and pain. That He is so proud of her. And He loves her. So much. And He would walk with her into the tension. Not every time and with no pressure. But when she was ready. When she noticed an area where she reacted or withdrew, or where she felt insecure or voiceless. She would notice the tension and when she was ready to accept the invitation, He would help her walk into the tension. She would see what had happened, and see why she had created the belief or lie. Most of all she would see He was always there, even at that time, and He never left her and always loved her. And she would be filled with love for herself, too, as she understood why she created that wall or believed that lie or avoided that pain. She often would be freed of unforgiveness or would set down a heavy load of offense. And she would find truth. Truth that would replace the tension and allow her to be her and to be true and to be loved and to be alive.

Often times, she and Jesus together would look at the tension and spend time unraveling the dark. Other times, she would ask a friend or make time with a counselor to help her do so. But He was always so faithful, always met her there, always healed and loved and filled the gaps with truth. And she began to anticipate the invitation to lean. She started to look at the moments when she felt the tension as the beginning of another area for freedom! To realize that God is that good! He created us to survive and to cope and to make it, but He doesn’t leave us there. He redeems and He brings new life and He does the impossible in us.

And I am forever grateful for her testimony and love. Thankful she shared with me this tool – to lean into the tension. And each time I accept, and I pause instead of run away, and I tip-toe step by step into the tension with Jesus by my side, I get freer and my life gets fuller. In the process, I am also learning to have grace for myself and treat myself with kindness. I am often amazed by how I survived, how I coped, how I made it. At the same time, I am looking forward to trading in the self-protection I relied on as it is no longer needed. Some days, I even get glimpses in myself of the ability to actually welcome the tension. That the insecurity, the shame, and the triggers will just make me smile because I will know that freedom lies behind them! I am not there yet. But I’m learning to lean into the tension.

And maybe this blog entry is for you. Maybe as you read this, you sense an invitation. Maybe your tummy has started to tingle in a not entirely unpleasant way. If you hear the invitation to lean into the tension, I am so excited that Jesus will meet you there. I bless you to see yourself with a lens of kindness and love, as you tip-toe towards the uncomfortable, as you lean into the tension.

Ephesians 3:20
“Never doubt God’s mighty power to work in you and accomplish all this. He will achieve infinitely more than your greatest request, your most unbelievable dream, and exceed your wildest imagination! He will outdo them all, for His miraculous power constantly energizes you.”

Psalm 139:1-2
“Lord, you know everything there is to know about me. You perceive every movement of my heart and soul, and You understand my every thought before it even enters my mind.”

Jeremiah 29:11
“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.”

2 Corinthians 3:17
“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom.”


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About the Author

Pam is a fun and encouraging team-builder that brings the best to those around her. She loves people and is committed to serving and mentoring kids, women and families with opportunities to grow closer to God and each other.

Pam is currently serving as Children and Family Pastor at Valley Christian Center in Albany. Pam and her husband, Jared, have been married since 2005 and have three boys. Their family will always be a much loved part of our CitySalt family.

In Pam Sand Tags Tension, Leaning into Tension, Unraveling the Dark, Freedom, Fullness
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Tension | The Fixer

Terry Sheldon November 9, 2018

I remember a good movie a few years back about a man who's contract job was to, by invitation, come into a company and fix things. Mismanagement and greed had taken a toil as ethical corners were cut. The resulting issues were a jumbled mess of political, legal and interpersonal challenges, allowed to fester until things boiled over, company-wide.

We are personally every bit as complex, and as broken people, have at times left a wreckage of mistakes and consequences in our rearview mirror. How much do we affect others? For those closest to us, a lot, and not always positively. Our main mission as believers is to remain humble, teachable, and do our best to practice compassion, forgiveness, and grace. To constantly "circle around", clean up our messes and grow towards God. And the proof in the pudding - to change!

But how much can we “fix” our past? Relational regrets are bitter pills to swallow, and certainly dwelling on mistakes isn't healthy. Finding our own personal path to wholeness is hard enough, but when we don't see restoration in our way, or on our timeline, it can bring us to a pretty lonely place.

Well beyond us, the Holy Spirit is constantly "working the night shift" with our loved ones. But what's our role to play in God's redemption? His providential work includes certain boundaries in others, to be respected for sure. Others have their own baggage, unique challenges, and an identity that we should not try to manipulate.

To define and find our right influence is not easy, especially with inherent emotional entanglements of people closest to us. I don't have a lot of answers, but I do know it takes intentionality, courage, and great wisdom that only comes from sitting at the feet of the Lord, and seeking help from a few close and trusted friends. And it takes patience.


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About the Author

Terry is a man in constant motion to explore new horizons. He has a thirst for new places and faces, and a deep love for the natural world - with a weakness for waterfalls and sunsets. All of this venturing out helps to both ground and inspire him, because it opens him up to people, with their vast, collective array of experiences, outlooks and responses.

He finds all of this fascinating and sees that it has encouraged the growth of something crucial in his Christian development: empathy and compassion toward his brothers and sisters on this planet.

In Terry Sheldon Tags Tension, Humility, Teachable, Redemption
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Tension | Between Two Worlds

Ursula Crawford November 2, 2018

It was near the end of our senior year, and it had been a fun night out with my high school friends, staying up late, watching movies, laughing over inside jokes. Still, a feeling of melancholy washed over me as I dropped my friend Giselle off at her house. “Do you ever just feel like something is wrong?” I asked her.

I didn’t have the language or emotional maturity to articulate myself clearly at that moment. But what I meant was that in spite of my insulated middle class life, my weekly church attendance, my close group of friends, and my college plans, I still felt the brokenness of our world seeping in through the cracks around me. And it was scary.

Maybe it was the fact that the Twin Towers fell that year, or that my dad was struggling with a secret addiction, or that I was sensing the impending loss of these friendships. I’m sure I was feeling all of that, and this too — creation was broken in the fall. We are living in the ruins of Eden.

I know so much more of the world’s (and my own) brokenness now than I did during that car ride home at age eighteen.

My response to brokenness has generally been to try to fix it. So, I spent a year as an AmeriCorps volunteer, recruiting mentors for children of incarcerated parents. I’ve spent Christmases serving meals to the unhoused in downtown Portland. I’ve handed out hygiene kits to prostitutes. I let my cognitively disabled, low-income neighbor borrow my vacuum, only to have it returned with fleas. I tutored a Somali refugee girl in math and reading. I became an elementary school teacher, praying with my students every morning to begin our day, about things both big and small.

In all my efforts to improve the world, I’ve learned an important lesson: I can’t fix it. I can’t, in fact, fix anything.

God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference.

But this I can do. I can choose my response to the circumstances around me.

I still get sad sometimes about the world’s brokenness, but I see so much more of God in it now. That’s the miracle of Jesus, that He would come down into our messed up, broken world and live among us; that He would love and forgive us, pay the price for our sins and offer us the keys to his kingdom.

We may be living among ruins, but God’s kingdom is present here too at the same time, a sort of alternate reality. As Christ-followers we are dual citizens of this world and of God’s kingdom. We live in the tension between these two worlds.

Since my life centers around work with children, perhaps it’s not surprising that C.S. Lewis’ Narnia books play a strong role in my understanding of theology. When we become Christians, we too enter through a secret door hidden in the back of a wardrobe where we can encounter the living God.

“I am [in your world].’ said Aslan. ‘But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.” - C.S. Lewis


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About the Author

Ursula and her husband Spencer have two young children, and their family enjoys playing hide-and-seek and dancing in the living room. She works as a communications and events coordinator with the University of Oregon. Ursula is also CitySalt’s Children’s Ministry Director. 

You can read more from Ursula at motherbearblog.com.

In Ursula Crawford Tags Tension, C.S. Lewis, Brokenness, Serenity, Wisdom
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Tension | God’s Strength out of My Weakness

Sara Gore October 26, 2018

When my Mom died, she and my Dad left a mountain of unmarked boxes filled with paper. In each box, important documents were mixed with saved magazines articles and unopened mail. As the executor, it was my job to go thru it all to find the documents required to process the estate.

After we sold the family house where my parents lived for over fifty years, I had the daunting task of attacking that mountain of boxes which now filled more than one storage unit. The overflow items filled my living room and extra bedroom. There was no place for visitors to sit because every chair, except mine, was filled with boxes and bags.

As I worked thru the pile I started to get bogged down by overthinking my decisions to donate, trash or keep items. It became harder to make progress. Letting go of objects has never been a strength of mine. I knew this project would be a marathon and it overwhelmed me.

I was raised in a performance based environment. You are judged by what you’ve done lately and how successful you were. You were always on trial hoping for approval of the important people in your life. Approval was hard to achieve and accomplishments became so important that I found myself frozen sometimes, stuck and inert, unable to take action.

I was drowning in sentimental clutter and cried out in prayer. Then suddenly, there were days in which I felt the cloud lift and my strength rise. I was finally taking the actions and making the progress I longed for. But the manifestation of deliverance did not stay. I cried out in prayer again, asking God how can I be delivered from this quicksand experience. I knew that condemning myself was not productive, so I persevered to keeping taking action in faith, no matter how small the progress.

A friend gave me this quote from an anonymous author: “God bases His love for me on Himself and not on my performance.” I do not need to perfect myself before I can begin to live my life more fully and enjoy it. I endeavored to focus on God’s character and what he says to His church as described in scripture.

During a prayer time, I felt God say to me “Don’t give up on yourself. Stand up out of that swamp of discouragement and walk into my arms. You will not see disappointment in my eyes, but the love of a father who is always eager and joyful to be with His child.”

I am still sorting and donating things and shredding paper. I live with the God blessed tension that I can entertain and exercise God’s strength and enabling power, but I do not control it. He gifts it to me as needed. And I know I can trust my Heavenly Father. I can handle the tension of being imperfect and incomplete because I am whole when God visits me with His enabling power and His perfect timing.

2 Cor. 12:10 NKJV
“Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”


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About the Author

Sara has attended CitySalt Church since 2004, the year it was founded. She studied Journalism, wrote for her college newspaper, and is a member of Oregon Christian Writers. Sara also enjoys singing hymns with friends: “there is a sermon in every hymn waiting to be discovered and enjoyed.”

In Sara Gore Tags Tension, Strength, Weakness, Perfectionism
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Tension | Walk the Line

Jessie Carter October 18, 2018

The concept of tension is one of those things we know we must live with, but we don’t usually like it. Why? It’s uncomfortable. Why do we have to live with it? Because this is an imperfect world, filled with imperfect people.

Think for a moment of all the ways we feel or encounter tension in our lives, or even in just one day. We come into conflict with people whose behaviors or beliefs are different than ours. We have conflicting ideologies even within ourselves, which could be political, theological, or any other value or belief system.

I walk in this tension all the time, being conservative on some issues and liberal on others. Being a Christian around non-Christian friends and family. Having a different definition or demonstration of patriotism to my nationality than some of my coworkers do.

Then there’s the moral conflict within all of us. We struggle with the desire to do what is right, while also wanting to do what is wrong or not good for us or others. Like the apostle Paul says, “I don't really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don't do it. Instead, I do what I hate.” (Romans 7:15, NLT).

And of course, one of the most difficult paradoxes in Christianity to live out: “Be in the world and not of it.” This last one is actually not direct scripture, but is rooted in some verses like John 15:19, John 17:14-19, 1 John 2:15, Romans 12:2, and others. For some interesting articles on this subject, check out https://www.desiringgod.org/articles/lets-revise-the-popular-phrase-in-but-not-of and http://coldcasechristianity.com/2017/christian-worldview-what-does-it-mean-to-be-in-the-world-but-not-of-the-world/.

Living as citizens of Heaven while in this beautiful mess of a world that God loves and has us in right now is hard. We know that He doesn’t love the hurtful things that people do and experience. But we also know that He loves all the people in it passionately, as well as all the beautiful things He’s made in His great creativity. So how do we live in this tension?

We live in tension by walking with God. We can’t do it in our own power. Ask any counselor or trauma therapist, or person who has lived in a war zone. It’s exhausting and potentially harmful to live in a constant state of tension. But He offers us all that we need in order to do just that. He shares our burdens and gives us rest in Him. He gives us wisdom, endurance, and peace.

And best of all: He gives us His love.
Love to fill our own needs and desires.
Love to share with others.
Love to forgive ourselves and others when we mess up or have conflict.

We won’t all agree this side of Heaven. We will feel out of place in this world that wants things other than God’s will. But someday, those who love Him will feel right at home, in the country of our true citizenship, worshipping Him together forever. Completely at peace with ourselves and each other and the world we’ll be living in. Amen! (And just in case you don’t know, this expression literally means “So be it!”)

And in the meantime, we can remember that even though tension is hard, it is a good thing. It keeps us alert and focused on Jesus.


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About the Author

Jessie is an educator, currently in the role of academic advisor at a charter school after teaching there and overseas. She is also a novice writer, with several books in various stages and a (long-neglected) blog about the journeys of women. She is very excited to join the CitySalt blog team. She has been blessed by a few communities of Christian writers that have encouraged her dream. She lives with her trusty sidekick cat, Arwen in the foothills of South Eugene, where she can go hiking within minutes of the sun coming out from behind the clouds.

In Jessie Johnson Tags Tension, Conflict, Love, Live
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Tension | The Miraculous Catch and the Tension of “Already, But Not Yet”

Sarah Withrow King October 12, 2018

Please note that this post is longer than average, but most certainly worth the read. It’s recommended that you carve out a quiet time and space to thoughtfully read over these words while remaining sensitive to what the Spirit says.


There are some passages in the Bible that, I have to admit, I just wish weren’t there. They make me uncomfortable, don’t fit with my understanding of God, or are really hard to explain to people who aren’t Christian. These passages are like the weird uncle we love but secretly hope he doesn’t show up to our high school graduation.

For me, the story of the miraculous catch is, for me, one of those passages.

At first glance, we have a story where the disciples go out and can’t catch any fish at all. Jesus appears, their nets become suddenly overflowing with fish, and then Jesus cooks some of those dead fish as a meal for his friends. The simple truth is: I have wrestled for a long time with the reality that Jesus very likely ate animals and, as appears in this case, also participated in their deaths.

A little background might be good. As a vegan Christian, I spent ten or so years feeling like I was a pretty big freak. At church, I was the only vegan. In the animal protection world, I was one of only a tiny handful of Christians that I knew at the time. I felt constantly on guard, defending one or the other, before I heard God say so clearly: “I made you this way for a reason. Go to seminary.”

God saw me, God knew me, and God spoke to the deepest longings of my heart.

What I learned in seminary was that God created an interconnected, flourishing world; that humans are made in the image of this creative, life-generating God. In the beginning, we’re told, God made everything and it was beautiful and no one killed or ate each other. Humans, a part of this creation community, were charged to care for the earth and help it to flourish.

We messed a lot of things up through sin, but Jesus the Son of God came to us, took on flesh. The Creator of the universe walked among us as a fully divine, fully human being and brought us glimpses of the Kingdom of God right here on earth. So now we live in the tension of what we call “already-but-not-yet” time. In living, Jesus showed us how to live and in dying and rising, Jesus showed us how to live in hope.

That hope is represented in part by the “peaceable kingdom,” words we read even as early as the prophets: “The wolf shall live with the lamb, the leopard shall lie down with the kid, the calf and the lion and the fatling together, and a little child shall lead them.” The Peaceable Kingdom

The Bible shows us a harmonious ideal and the promise of a reconciled future, but more often than not, harmonious and reconciled seem pretty far off.

In other words, I bring a bit of baggage to this passage. But we all, do, right? No one brings a blank slate to their reading of the scripture. And despite my discomfort, I’m drawn to this passage again and again, so let me take a deep breath, release my initial defensive posture, and try to hear what God is saying.

It helps me to read the passage a few times, slowly. To imagine myself in the scene. And to read and hear what others have to say about the passage.

First: a little about the book of John. Of the four gospels (books of the New Testament that specifically recount Jesus’s birth, life, and death), John was written last, late in the first century. John’s like the clean-up batter of the disciples here. He’s seen what others have written and he’s filling in a few blanks.

One of the things we might notice is that our story looks a lot like one in Luke, when Jesus first calls Simon, James, and John. There are some parallels in the two stories: the men have been working all night and haven’t caught anything, but they do what Jesus suggests, they are beset with an abundance. In the Luke account, this miracle leads Simon, James, and John to leave everything and follow Jesus.

Perhaps John is telling his reader something about what it looks like to follow Jesus for the long haul, how Jesus makes himself known to us when we don’t have the benefit of seeing him in flesh and blood, day after day after day.

This story strikes me as encouragement for an early church wrestling with what it means to be disciples of a teacher they’ve never seen, with whom there was no memory of intimate meals, firsthand encounters, miraculous and exciting events. This passage is about following Jesus on a weekday, in the middle of winter, when your boss is breathing down your neck or your spouse is disappointing you or your kids can’t remember that we don’t leave the house without shoes and you can’t recall the last time you felt anything like a summer camp high.

Three other themes jump out at me in this post-resurrection fishing scene:

First, Jesus makes himself known while we’re engaging the world together.

Compared to another post-resurrection appearance, when Jesus showed himself to just two people on the road to Emmaus, this group is pretty big, with Simon Peter, Thomas, Nathanael, James, John, and two no-namers. There’s an air of “we need to stick together” in the first few verses. In the previous chapter, John writes about Jesus appearing to a group of disciples, but only Thomas the doubter is named. Here’s Thomas again. He believes enough to still want to band with these folks.

And I love the way the dialogue reads: “I’m going fishing.” “We will go with you.” I don’t quite know what to make of that. Maybe they’re bored, and this is the best idea they’ve heard that day. I imagine that the incredible feeling of walking and talking with Jesus, followed by the horrifying trial and crucifixion, followed by the dramatic resurrection would make everyday life seem pretty tame. But I think it’s more likely that these seven disciples feel a little uncertain about what they should do now. It probably just feels better to be with people who understand you.

So, they stick together and they go about their business. Literally, their business. They’re working together on a common task, towards a common goal, for a common good.

Second, Jesus makes himself known when we’re vulnerable.

By the dominant perspective of the day, these men had left their lives to follow a homeless radical who was publicly executed. This likely did not strike their communities as being very wise. Now they’ve been working all night and they have nothing to show for it. I cannot imagine how exhausting it would be to be on a fishing boat all night, hungry, dealing with hour after hour after hour of disappointment. This isn’t just physical exhaustion, it’s spiritual and mental fatigue, as well. Simon Peter is naked, which is about as clear a metaphor as you can ask for.

But to this weary crew of failures, Jesus appears.

Third, Jesus makes himself known to us through his partnership and his provision.

In this passage, Jesus calls his disciples “children,” a term of intimacy and deep affection. Jesus, the Creator, isn’t standing apart from the world. He is here. Jesus knows where the fish are and provides instruction, the disciples respond and do the work, then they all enjoy the fruits of their co-labor together.

The disciples’ attitudes are important in this story. Even when they’re exhausted, they hold a posture of humility and responsiveness. They actually obey Jesus before they recognize him as Jesus! At first, Jesus is just a dude standing on the shore, hollering instructions. If someone tries to holler at me while I’m tired and hungry, I’m likely to get a bit defensive. But these disciples did what the man on the shore told them to. Humility and a posture of partnership are a second nature to them because they are Jesus-followers. Jesus freely and eagerly partners with us in the restorative work of the Kingdom, but it is up to us to respond to that invitation.

Of course, Jesus will also make himself known to full-of-themselves loners who are impatient and a little selfish [raises hand]. But I’m guessing that partnership, patience, persistence, and a posture of humility help make the tasks we undertake together during this “already but not yet” time a little easier.

In both the Lucan account and this one, the disciples recognize Jesus only after he’d provided them with something, and not just a little of something, but an abundance. An abundance of provision is usually seen as a blessing, so I feel self-conscious reading about this miracle and wishing it was different. I think to myself, “Did Jesus really have to aid in the death of 153 fish?” Couldn’t Jesus have caused an higher-than-usual yield of figs? Or a particularly abundant olive harvest? Done that whole multiplying loaves thing again?

So, a fourth point: it is entirely possible for a vegan Christian to love and learn from this story.

When I read this story that includes its account of 153 fish losing their lives, I am reading it through my experience and lens. Even though the modern fishing industry looks nothing like Zebedee and Sons Fishing, Inc., I can’t help but think about the fact that today’s commercial fishing and industrial fish farms are environmental disasters. I read this story knowing that there are approximately six billion fish killed for food every year in the U.S. alone, every one of whom can suffer pain, none of whom are protected by a single animal welfare law, and for whom death will be slow and painful. And I bring to the text a knowledge that there is a modern day slave trade alive and thriving in some international fishing industries.

Instead of focusing on the fishing, though, instead of getting hung up on my own biases and mess and missing what God is saying to me through the passage, I’ve tried to take a step back, to quiet my own noise and just listen.

One of the main emphases of John’s Gospel is on Jesus’ divinity. He’s writing to a church that isn’t quite sure how this “fully God, fully human” idea works, and so we have that unique and beautiful opening of the Gospel that reads, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God…”

Being vulnerable, partnering with others in community, engaging the world even when it’s impossibly hard...why and how we continue to do these things is part of the beautiful mystery of faith.

This mysterious faith roots us in and through each other and to God. We know that it’s not following this or any set of rules that will help us grow and thrive. It’s in the mystery that we’re able to go “further up and further in.” Following Jesus’ mystery, letting ourselves tumble head-over-heels into that abyss, can be downright scary. Fully God and fully human? Raised from the dead? The Trinity? A random woman in Oregon or a poor fisherman in Palestine being intimately connected with the sustainer of the universe?

The mystery of Jesus is what inspires us to imagine a better way forward. The mystery of Jesus helps us navigate these strange modern waters that look a lot different than the Sea of Tiberius. The mystery of Jesus is the Kingdom of God that’s here, but not fully realized. The mystery of Jesus is God engaged in a long process of reconciling a whole groaning creation back to its Creator, while the world keeps turning and people keep living and dying and moving with and against that reconciling work.

Instead of erasing this passage from the Bible, I want to frame it and give it to every animal advocate I know who has struggled to remain part of a church. It’s so hard, so many people don’t “get” us. It’s so tempting to leave, to disengage from this tradition and communities who have failed again and again to see us and love us well.

But the miraculous catch is not just a story about catching or eating fish. This is a story of the mystery of a God whose love catalyzed the creation of the whole world, the wonderful mystery of that same God taking on human flesh and living a human life full of its human mess, the mystery of that Jesus dying and then rising again, and that utterly divine person of Christ seeing every one of us, knowing the desires of our heart, standing in front of us, and calling to us.


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About the Author

Sarah is the author of Vegangelical: How Caring for Animals Can Shape Your Faith (Zondervan, 2016) and Animals Are Not Ours (No, Really, They’re Not): An Evangelical Animal Liberation Theology (Cascade Books, 2016). She spends her days working for CreatureKind, helping Christians put their faith into action. She lives in Eugene with her husband, son, and animal companions and enjoys action movies, black coffee, the daily crossword, and dreaming of her next international journey. This blog is adapted from a sermon and reprinted with permission.

In Sarah Withrow King Tags Tension, Vegan, Mystery, Instruction, Humility
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