When Liberal Was a Good Word

cows-cropped.jpgWestern Kansas is pretty dry. Irrigation, using water from the Ogallala Aquifer, makes it possible for farmers to grow bumper crops of wheat, corn, and soybeans out there. Some of this crop will go into tortillas, tofu, or bread; but a lot of it will be burned for fuel in the form of ethanol or biodiesel. In fact, some folks even heat their houses in the winter with corn-burning stoves. A whole lot of the grain will also go to feed cattle.

A year ago we spent some time in Hugeton, in the far southwestern corner of the state. We had a great time and met some lovely people there. The land is flat and you can see forever. You can almost see the nearest big city, which is Amarillo, Texas.

They have some magnificent sunsets in Hugeton. The farmer who hosted Sonja and me described the time he had spent in Chatanoogo working in his first job after college. He said “the hills and trees are nice, but you can’t see anything.”


Hugeton has Bultman’s hardware store, but when folks want to go to Wal-Mart, they drive to Liberal. I had planned to visit Liberal but didn’t get around to it. I was curious about the name and asked some Hugeton residents. They said when the area was first being settled, there was a man who had a good well and offered free water to any thirsty passerby. The common response was, “mighty liberal of you.” Liberal meant generous in those days. It was a good thing to be generous.

Our friend Alex has been working in Liberal as a pipe fitter. I told him I like it out there. He said, “I don’t.” When I asked why, he said it stinks because of all the feedlots and the strong winds constantly blow sand in your face. Evidently Hugeton is just out of range of the feedlots.

Our daughters recently drove through the southwestern corner of Kansas and the area where Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, and New Mexico nearly meet.

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Three Tasks for Theology

When my brother-in-law was about five he used to love telling a knock-knock joke: Knock-knock. Who’s there? Amos. Amos who? Amos bit me!

Then he would roar with laughter. He thought it was hilarious. He didn’t realize he was leaving out an important syllable. The joke was supposed to be “Amos-quito bit me.”

I know plenty of folks who have the special talent “to mar a curious tale in telling it.” Many of us can sing a song out of tune and still somehow manage to get the words right.

Theology is reflection on the meaning and content of our faith, it is scrutiny into the adequacy of the way we articulate our faith. Sometimes we explain it poorly. That doesn’t mean our faith is defective; it’s just like singing a tune out of tune. There’s nothing wrong with the song, but our singing of it is not very appealing.

Theology is not only the business of professionals; all of us should examine the way we articulate our faith. Theology has three main tasks; the trick is keeping them in balance.

The first task is to communicate the meaning of our faith to those who do not yet share it. To do this effectively we first have to understand the people with whom we wish to communicate. That means we have to be good listeners before we speak.

Paul the apostle called it “becoming all things to all people.” Paul Tillich called it the method of correlation: trying to find the questions people are asking before we give our answers. Then we can try to express the good news in a way they can understand.

The temptation is to package or market the gospel in a way that gives away too much, that compromises something essential. It is the temptation of trying to appease rather than challenge.

The second task of theology is the ongoing work of reformation. Put bluntly this means recognizing that a lot of things we are doing are wrong and a lot of what we are saying is bunk. The followers of Christ are always like his first disciples, people of little faith, short-sighted, hard-headed, and slow to learn. The church is always in danger of corruption, and is always in need of renewal. So we have to continually go back to the sources and ask What are we missing? What are we getting wrong? What are we distorting.

The third task of theology is conservative. We didn’t invent the faith; we inherited it and are entrusted with the mission of passing it on whole and intact. In trying to be relevant or trying to correct the faults of others, we risk losing something essential in the historic faith.

Anne Rice described her hesitance to embrace Christianity after she began to lose faith in atheism. The way other Christians expressed their faith struck her ears as wrong and she wondered how she could associate with them. For example she said, “How could I join with fellow believers who thought my gay son was going to hell? . . . How could I affirm my belief in a faith that was itself so characterized by argument and strife?”

Her answer was, “Well, what happened to me on that Sunday that I returned to faith was this: I received a glimpse into what I can only call the Infinite Mercy of God.”

Kenny D

I don’t have a lot to say this week. Last week we had a memorial service for my cousin Kenny D, who died in an automobile accident. We were pretty close, because he stayed with our family for a while after his mother died when he was about two years old. I was about thirteen at the time, give or take a couple of years.

Jacks Fork

Kenny later spent hAlley Springis childhood years living with his father and his new family on the Jack’s Fork river, which is a few miles from the Current River where our family recently vacationed.

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One of my students reminded me of an article I read a few years back about a one-legged bicycle courier who makes his living in the traffic of New York City. The article about Dexter Benjamin is very inspiring, here.

Dexter Benjamin