The Politics of Bible Reading

We’re in the period of the Christian year where Acts is up. For those unfamiliar, that’s the book following the four gospels in the New Testament, and it’s often described as the most journalistic book in the Bible. We studied the eyewitness account of the shipwreck found therein, for a reporting class on disaster news at the University of Tennessee.

I’ve read the Bible through five or six times if you give me a little leeway for skimming the public health parts of Leviticus on mold care. As a child, as a euphoric member of Youth with A Mission, as a college student fighting to keep her faith and sanity, I never noticed what I do now as a health policy advocate and director.

Acts is massively political.

Heavily about the prejudice between Romans and Greeks, Jews, and Gentiles it chronicles Romans on top, Roman Jews better depending on the trouble you were in, and if you were a gentile Greek convert, just be grateful anyone would deign to speak to you.

I do remember in YWAM and in other sermons how the good news of the gospel the apostles were spreading took center stage, how Jesus transcended all the problems. Paul getting converted dominates Acts, winner takes all. The anger over Greek widows getting less food at distribution, the confusion of Greek gentiles when men show up and tell them they must get circumcised or they’re not real Christians, the appointing of managers to oversee free meals: just background stuff.

Maybe because it’s Divided States of America here, maybe because I’m old enough to have seen a few things in action, maybe because I spend a lot of time working with free food and health policies that (mostly) men in power make without any lived experience of hunger, I see how much Acts is about getting our act together using thoughtful, prayerful solutions to social problems.

Certain widows are getting short rations? Let us pray, then appoint seven men (oh well) to oversee the handouts: six of them are Roman, one of them is Greek, and three of them appear to be Gentiles.

There’s a circumcision cult starting in Antioch? Hold on! We’re coming! We are sending four men to you, and two of them are Gentiles, and one of them is Greek! We got your back, and you don’t have to do this.

And, by the way, Jesus loves you. So, we’re gonna try and make sure everyone’s interests are represented in the things Jesus told us to do.

It’s not a side message, it’s a central message: figure it out, with kindness, with prayer, with honesty, and with genuine representation of those who understand the mutual interests at stake. It’s what Acts tells us about how we should live now.

You Win Some, You Lose Some

Jack’s guest post is sad, but on time – –

Wendy and I run a hospice for cats. Mostly they have feline leukemia (FELV), which means their immune system doesn’t hardly work. So we try to keep them as healthy as possible, and show them a good time, until eventually and inevitably they fall prey to something microbial. Then it’s usually us making them as happy and comfortable as we can – –

Some have lasted for years, but lately it’s been just a few months.

Our latest was Suzi, and she arrived in February. Bright as a button, she immediately latched on to our big dog Bruce, who took her as his own. They followed each other around the house and often slept together in his bed, her spooning against his stomach. If you could call it that; stretched full length she still wasn’t as long as his belly.

Suzi wasn’t much interested in our other two cats and they weren’t much interested in her. She was less than a year old after all, hardly able to hold a sensible conversation. Let Bruce have his pet kitty.

But a couple of weeks ago we saw a change in Suzi – losing weight, not eating much and sleeping a lot. She still liked to go out into the sun in the back yard though. We took her to our excellent local vet who found she had a high temperature, so was put on antibiotics. There wasn’t much improvement so back to the vet she went.

That’s when we discovered she had FIP. All cats carry some coronaviruses inside them, but if one wins the unlucky lottery, that virus will blossom into something awful. FIP is awful.

Suzi spent her last morning yesterday curled up beside Bruce (FIP does not transmit to dogs or humans) and then went on her final journey.

Our vet is great and knows what we do and when to do it, sending them over the rainbow bridge with love and tenderness. Wendy always goes if she can, and holds them and sings them their favorite songs.

We still have Molly – the queen of the house – and Momma who is FELV positive, but healthy so far. And since Suzi kinda ripped the heart out of us, we’re going to have to say that’s all for a while.

RIP Suzi. We didn’t know you long but we are grateful to have been allowed to be part of your life.