Judges and judgement

I think the picture that most of us get, when we picture “judges” is of an old guy, in a robe, who holds himself above and aloof what is going on.  Most of us gave something like fear, or at least caution, about this image.  We get images about how we are the subject of judgement.

This is quite different than what the bible means by judges.  For example, in the book of judges, we’re told that the Israelis cried out to God.  God raised them up a deliverer, and the Spirit of the Lord came on this guy.   Scripture goes on to say that he became Israeli’s judge and went to war with Israeli’s conquerer.

What would it do to our images of God, if this book had been called “Warrior Dudes” instead of “Judges”?  I know, that term doesn’t sound all that biblical.  And I’m not wanting to be irreverant.  Nor do I  want to soft peddle the issue.  Certianly the judges would be called to turn their attentions on their own people when their own people were acting against God’s will.

The thing I’m thinking about though, is that judgement is necessary and required.   And not just for the well-being of the judged.  As parents, we couldn’t protect our kids from bullies and older brothers if we didn’t judge the bullies and older brothers.  As citizens, we can’t protect people from harassment or discrimination if we’re not willing to judge the harassers and disciminators.

There’s probably all sorts of interesting things about enlightenment views on reasoning and the modern era in the idea that a judge ought to be removed from what he is judging.  Given that we’re fallible humans it’s probably a good idea to seperate things out and remove the judge from the other parts of the process.

But God’s judges, those are dudes with swords.  They wield them to protect those who can’t protect themselves.  That’s a pretty cool thing.

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The stories that speak to our soul begin at a home where things are good. Cinderella is happy with her father. The three little pigs have grown up and are ready to move on. Bilbo Baggins knows his shire. Adam and Eve walk with God in the garden. My story isn’t much different. There was a time and a place where it was so good. There was a community for me. And there was joy. We were filled with a sincere desire to do what God wanted us to do. We possessed explanations and understandings that went a certain distance. We offered security and tradition and laughter. For a lot of years, that was enough. I have this sense that it was also necessary. I have this surety, now, that it certainly wasn’t everything. There were some things that became increasingly problematic as time went by. There was a desire to package things up so very neatly. Sunday morning services were efficient and strategic. Responses to differences of opinion were premeditated. Formula began to feel more important than being real. A real desire for everybody to be one of us, but also a real sense that there is an us, and there is a them. They carried a regret that it has to be this way, but deeper than this regret was a surety that this is how it is. I began to recognize that there was a cost of admission to that group. There were people who sat at the door, collecting it. Those people wished they didn’t have to. But I guess they felt like they did have to. They let some people in, and they left others out. There was a provisional membership. My friends did possess a desire to accommodate people that are different… But it would be best for everyone concerned if they were only a little bit different. I did make many steps forward in this place. Before I went there, there were lies that I believed. Some of the things that I learned there, I still hold on to. But that place is not my home anymore. Those people are not my community anymore. There were times it was hard. I am engaged in a different community now. And I am working hard at finding a place in many different places now, embracing many different kind of families. I don’t always get it right. I am trying and I am learning and I am moving foreward. I have this sense that I am not alone in these experiences. I believe that we are tribe and we are growing. We are pilgrims, looking for a new holy land. Perhaps we won’t settle on the same spot of land. But if you’ve read this far, I am thinking that we are probably headed in the same general direction. I have begun this blog to talk about where my journey is taking me. In every space, we find people who help us along. And maybe we can get to know each other, here. We embrace ideas that provide a structure for the things we believe, and perhaps we can share these too. Maybe we can form a group, a tribe, a community, if we can figure out a way to work through the shadow of these kinds of groups, if we can bigger than the us-and-them ideas that have caused so much trouble in the past. As important as they are, I think the very nature of online interactions will lend itself to something equally powerful. I am stumbling onto these practices that my grandfathers and great grandfathers in the faith engaged in. I am learning about these attitudes and intuitions are so different than the kinds of things we call doctrine today. I don’t know about you, but I am running out of patience, and even interest, in conversations about doctrine. I hope that maybe you’ll share a little something about where your journey is taking you, and maybe our common joys and challenges might help each other along, and we might lift each other up. Thanks for doing this journey with me.

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