“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.” —2 Corinthians 3:17
A few days ago, I met with my spiritual director and told her about this restful trip to France, the adventure of following God, and the newfound freedom I’m experiencing in simply being who I am in God.
She’s been someone with whom I’ve laid bare my concerns about this dual calling to ministry and anthropology, with whom I’ve questioned, sometimes painfully, how I can do both–that is, academia and Church work– and how I can carve a space for myself that truly and faithfully integrates the two.
But as we spoke, that question started to sound so misplaced, so trivial…and even unfaithful. As she repeated my own question about how I might synthesize these two callings back to me, it all suddenly sounded preposterous.
Because I’m not the answer.
Of course, it’s just about the most basic truth in the book, but I marveled as I realized that I don’t do this work of integrating, synthesizing, or redeeming. That’s all God.
And God is good at it.
As I mentioned yesterday, God deals in abundance. For God, there aren’t categories and confines, limitations and boundaries, but God is the very definition of holism, the place where our callings find perfect harmony and symphony.
And suddenly I feel so secure in all of that, and it’s effecting everything: the way I live, the way I speak, the way I rest, and the way I work. This security in who I am in God has prompted me to share the faithful parts of me with my colleagues in anthropology and to find that they can not only understand, but also value what I’m talking about. It’s pushed me to bring anthropology into the classroom at the seminary only to find that future pastors find it challenging, instructive, and meaningful. And it’s shaped how I talk, write, and minister to foster mothers and brothers and sisters in China, the academy, and the Church.
“And that’s the definition of evangelism,” my spiritual director replied as she heard me muse on my newfound freedom in this God who is so perfectly gifted at integration.
I nodded, and tried not to gulp or cringe.
You see, I have an uneasy relationship to that word evangelism. It’s partly my reverence for culture and diversity that makes me suspicious and uneasy of the hubris and insensitivity that often undergirds conversion. It’s also my own experience–the fact that I’ve learned so much about myself, my faith, and my God from non-Christians– that makes me wary of anything that smacks of evangelism. And finally, there’s the trappings of that loaded word evangelical and its problematic place in American politics and culture.
But if I’m honest with myself, those objections to the term or the project of evangelism are once again, more about me and my problems, than about God. When it comes down to it, I’m all about ministry that’s outside the walls of the Church, prayer that stretches across boundaries of believers and nonbelievers, and beholding the sacred in everyday life. I’m all about a God whose news is so good it doesn’t just dwell within the walls of the Church, the hearts of believers, or least of all, me.
I’m beginning to accept that God’s good news seeps out of me, in spite of me, and that is good, too.
So you heard it from me first. Turns out I’m an evangelical who’s learning to love the evangelist in me, because God is abundant, faithful, and good. Because I can’t do what I’ve been called to without God’s wisdom, patience, and grace. And because I’ve been set free–from sin, fear, and death–and that’s worthy of a testimony or two today.