Place

“Thus says the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel, to all the exiles whom I have sent into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon: Build houses and live in them; plant gardens and eat what they produce. Take wives and have sons and daughters; take wives for your sons, and give your daughters in marriage, that they may bear sons and daughters; multiply there, and do not decrease. But seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to the Lord on its behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare.”

-Jeremiah 29:4-7 (NRSV)

            The little patch of earth tucked between Holland Lake and Holland Lake Golf Course is where I resided for the first eighteen years of my life.  It is there where I have many memories, both good and bad.  In the strip of land astride M-66 from Anderson’s Orchard in the north to Klinker Corner in the south I lived the balance of my first eighteen years of life.  These were places in which the foundation of who I am was laid, where I was initially shaped and formed.  As a child, it for the most part defined my world, yet occasional trips to exotic locales such as Ionia or Muskegon hinted at a larger world than what my eyes could see.  Though I have not lived there in well nigh a decade, I will always hold it in my heart. 

One aspect of my identity and personal journey that it taught me was the importance of place.  Where we live and reside shapes and forms us in ways we may not be aware of in the moment.  I am sure that my close to nine years living in Holland has shaped me in ways that I do not presently comprehend.  Living in the same house for the first eighteen years of life taught me the importance of setting down roots somewhere and being shaped by where God has put you.  I must admit that Sheridan sometimes seems a foreign land in a way and I do not believe I will return there to live.  Yet living there imprinted on my soul the desire to go and set down roots somewhere, letting those roots grow deep and strong in some plot of soil. 

That plot of soil will most likely be outside of that Promised Land I see Michigan as.  I am loathe to leave this state.  I love its friendly people, the lakes, the culture, the many natural wonders that grace this state, the sunsets over the Lake on a summer’s eve.  It may very well be that I shall soon go into exile, but it’s not a bitter or hopeless exile like it was for the Israelites.  There is a sense of hope in this new beginning that has not yet manifested itself.  Jeremiah was speaking to the Israelites in Babylon.  Jeremiah was also speaking to me I think as well.  If God does indeed call me elsewhere, it is not for me to go into mourning.  Instead, I should seek the welfare of the city or town or village or hamlet that God sends me to.  It is to do kingdom work there and that is hardly exile.

 

The passage reminds us in another way of the importance of place.  As Christians, we need to be invested in the place where we live.  We need to seek after its betterment, for in that way we ourselves are made better.  We are to pray for it and its people.  We should be civically active and seek to better our community.  We should set down deep roots as well, planting gardens (literally and figuratively), and raising our families.   Jeremiah gives some important words for me to remember as I go where I may not initially want to go.  I have a hunch that the next place God sends me will also shape me in ways I cannot yet imagine or understand.  It will be exciting to see where that leads.  I do not yet know where that may be, be it near or far from where I currently live, yet it is fully my intent to go all in, set down roots and become part of the story of the people who reside there and let them enter into my story as well. 

May it be that when God calls me elsewhere, it will be a bittersweet parting.  Bitter in that I leave those I hold close to my heart, sweet in that a new chapter of life will soon begin.  I say this not in a cavalier manner, but it is truly what I intend to do.  

On Identity; Part One

What is your only comfort in life and in death?

That I am not my own, but belong body and soul, in life and in death to my faithful Savior, Jesus Christ. Christ has fully paid for all my sins with his precious blood, and has set me free from all the power of the devil. He also watches over me in such a way that not a hair can fall from my head without the will of my Father in heaven; in fact, all things must work together for my salvation. Because I belong to him, Christ, by his Holy Spirit assures me of eternal life and makes me wholeheartedly willing and ready from now on to live for him.

-Heidelberg Catechism Q&A 1

                I love the Heidelberg Catechism.  In the midst of much searching during my senior year of college, my first encounter with the Heidelberg Catechism is one of the things that brought me into the Reformed tradition of the Christian faith.  It placed me within the framework of a tradition, which up to that time I had lacked.  I was a garden-variety evangelical, not deeply rooted in some plot of soil; rather I was blown about by the latest trends in the evangelical world.  I do not say this to disparage anyone; I only mean to say that I could not point to a specific tradition.  I had no roots, which is something I think should be important to all Christians, not just me. 

                What hooked me into the Reformed tradition were its confessions.  The ecumenical creeds (Apostles’, Nicene, and Athanasian) and the Three Standards of Unity (Heidelberg Catechism, Belgic Confession, and Canons of Dort), have given me an important lens through which to view scripture.  It helps me to see scripture not just through the lens of a 21^st Century American, but to also let those who have gone before me in the faith to have their say as well.  I firmly believe that those of other times and places have something valuable to add as I seek to draw closer to the Triune God of grace.  Along that line of thought, I also have a growing appreciation for the Belhar Confession as well.  Its themes of justice and reconciliation are important words to hear for the Church of today.  Now I know that in some circles I move in, the Belhar is a bit more controversial and I can see where some are coming from.  Yet I can confidently look at Belhar in the same way as the other creeds and confessions.  For the reality for any confession or creed is that its authority rests on the Scriptures.  I think that should be a post for another time however. 

                I would be remiss I think if I did not say something about the question and answer I posted.  Why does it stick out to me?  What does it have to do with identity? 

                Our culture; with its corporate advertisements, social expectations, and preconceived notions of success and the good life, will tell us what our identity is.  If we listen to its siren call, we will find that we will drown in the abyss.  We will not have peace and like Bono, we’ll realize that we still haven’t found what we’re looking for.  The Heidelberg Catechism reminds us that our identity is rooted in Jesus Christ.  Because of that truth, we can have and know peace.  Indeed, without Christ, our hearts will continue to remain restless.  We also know that in an often troubled world, with its many challenges and trials and tribulations, we can rest secure in Christ.  The way of Christ is not an easy one.  Run away from those who would say otherwise.   Yet we know that, come what may, we can face life with courage and perseverance because we are rooted in Christ. 

There are many more things I could say about identity.  The problem is that I have many different streams of thought going, many different angles to look at this subject.  So I may have to work those angles and more posts on this very subject will probably come in the future.  That said, I’d appreciate your thoughts as well.