Are Progressive Christian Agendas Prone to Materialism?

After many years of devotion to progressive causes, I have come to an uneasy realization...

My conception of helping my neighbor is materialistic and idolatrous.

You see, ever since I went to college, I have been passionately politically aware. And in large part due to my understanding of Jesus, I have bought into the idea that as a Christian I should devote myself wholeheartedly to political causes that promise to the meet the physical needs of vulnerable people.

Now don't worry, I still totally believe that Jesus calls us to care for the vulnerable. In fact, there is simply no arguing with the fact that followers of Christ are called to feed the hungry. The story of the feeding 5,000 in John 6 certainly demonstrates Jesus' commitment to providing for the physical needs of hungry people. But this story also reminds us of something else.

After feeding the 5,000, Jesus speaks to the crowd about why he came into the world, which is to give the world two kinds of bread: physical and spiritual. We all know what physical bread is. Spiritual bread, on the other hand, is Jesus himself. And we partake in Spiritual bread when we join Christ in relationship.

We might be surprised that of the two Jesus said that the spiritual bread is the greater. Because while physical bread spoils and at best satisfies the body for a while, it is ultimately insufficient to provide life. Only spiritual bread truly lasts. Only spiritual bread can bring true fulfillment.

Your ancestors ate the manna in the wilderness, and they died. This is the bread that comes down from heaven, so that one may eat of it and not die. John 6:49-50

So where does this connect with what I was saying earlier about materialism in progressive Christian politics? Only this:

The main promise of many progressive Christian agendas seems to be: If only we could raise everyone's physical standard of living... if only we could get the whole world three meals and a decent house, then everything would be okay. This gospel may sound appealing, but it is by definition a materialistic gospel, because the hope it offers is in material well-being.

The problem with this mindset is that it's a lie. After all, plenty of people with very high standards of living are completely miserable. Because what they have materially cannot compensate for what they lack spiritually.

Do not work for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you. John 6:27

And so I have come reconsider how much faith I should put in sharing physical bread, and whether this is really the primary calling of the Christian life. And I have come to believe that while sharing physical bread with my neighbor is an essential part of discipleship, it should not distract from or replace offering my neighbor spiritual bread.

Perhaps humanitarian-minded Christians like myself need to remember what it is that that truly satisfies.

I Sing Then

Friday morning, after worship and coffee hour I helped to do the dishes. I worked alongside a refugee from Sudan. We talked about normal things- dishes, tea, church. And we talked about less mundane things- the revolution in Egypt, his home in the Sudan. When we were finished he said to me

“Maybe one day (here he paused) we can go to my country together. I sing then. I sing then. Because there has been war in my country for 10 years. 15 years. But my God, He can stop this war. And He can bring peace. And then, anybody can go there. Yes, God is great.”

I am humbled.

Recent Events in Egypt, Church, and School

Unrest
I just happened to exit the underground metro right next to a church. I was supposed to wait here and call my friend, whom I was planning to meet in about 10 minutes. Instead I quickly crossed the street, caught a cab and had the driver take me to our meeting place. I had been planning on a leisurely walk ,however, next to the church there was a small group of protesters. Given that there was an occurrence of violence the night before, I thought I should just move on from the area.

Although we have both had a few experiences such as this, mostly things here are going on as normal for us. Church still meets and worships, kids and teachers are getting ready for school again. People want change, but they also want normal life. And so there seems to be a kind of ebb and flow throughout the country. We make normal plans with the understanding that our plans could change and that is OK.

Changes at Church
In St. Andrew's church life, May is a month of movement. People are finishing up their work, so they can take the summer off. Many people here leave the country for the summer. Already, congregation members are making plans and getting ready. Also congregation members who have finished their work in Egypt have left, returning to their home countries. And more are getting ready to go. Thus is the life of an international congregation. We are brought together in Christ. We stay together and share in community. For some this community is simply a place to worship, for others this community serves as an extended family. We enjoy each other while we can, and then we go our separate ways. I guess this is the story of life, but it’s accelerated in this community.

Success at School
In April the StARS Children's Education program received great news! 13 of our 8^th graders have passed their exams and can move on to secondary (high) school. This is a wonderful achievement for the students and for the school. Last year, only 3 students graduated 8^th grade and this year we feared the cancellations in January and February would really hurt their studies. Instead these amazing students, who have weathered so much in life already, beat the odds again and achieved beyond expectations! We are so proud of them!

Just for a little perspective; finishing 8^th grade in the Sudanese curriculum is not as easy as it in the U.S. Homework, classwork, previous exams- none of this counts in the end. It all comes down to a series of exams. This would be something like needing to pass the SAT to graduate 8^th grade. The students take one exam per subject. The scores for each student are tallied and if the total exam is high enough, the student passes. For those students who have passed, they now have a primary school certificate. That, in and of itself is a great achievement for many students. Furthermore, they can now continue in secondary school at St. Andrew's.

I recently spent a couple of weeks gathering information about the students in our Adult Education classes. I was amazed that we had students with all sorts of previous education. I was specifically surprised by large numbers of two groups; people who have a master's degree and people who have never been to school, not even kindergarten. Overall, I think most of our Adult students have a primary school education only. This reminded me how important all of our school programs are!

Welcome to the "New Egypt!"

Graffiti on a wall across from our apartment

“We had elections a few weeks ago.” I was catching up with an Egyptian friend of mine. She filled me in on the past few weeks here while she helped me clean our apartment. “And for the first time in my life, I voted!” She said this with a huge smile.

I do not know the exact age of my friend, but I suspect her to be in her 60's or 70's. She expressed with such joy, the newness of going vote confidently. This is what I see all around me in Egypt. The streets have less trash. Everything has a fresh coat of paint. And people are expressing something I had not heard much of in our short time here before: hope.

A huge sign with pictures from the protests. We have seen this in almost every metro (subway) stop. I love the little girl on the right!

 

 

Here's a close up of her.

This sign is posted by the elevators in our apartment building. I'm told it reminds people to be thankful to God for all things, to thank the young people for cleaning up trash from the streets, and to keep the streets clean by not throwing trash and not spitting.

 

Paul with what we call "Egypt Trees".  They have always painted the trees here but they are usually white, now they are the colors of the flag,. Symbols of national pride are everywhere.

The crescent and the cross, a symbol of tolerance, painted together on a wall. And even the electrical box on the right is painted like the flag!

Return to Egypt

We are happy to announce we will be redeployed to Egypt! We will travel on March 31. Our schedules for the first day are already full so we should be quite busy. But we will take time to update you before too much time passes.

The Rest of the Story

Sunday morning Peter picked us up at our apartment. As we walked out of the building, we said goodbye to the men who were standing guard on our steps. These were the same men who had held vigil all night, still holding their weapons: knives, sticks, or pipes. Some of them were people we knew, others were men we had not met before.

Along the drive we marveled at how Cairo had changed. Almost all of the streets were blocked off with large tree branches, police barricades, fires in buckets, dumpsters, all kinds of things. We couldn't drive more than two minutes without needing to stop at a road block. At each road block, we identified ourselves to the men who were there. These were other “neighborhood watch” groups, guarding their own areas. After we identified ourselves, they would move the obstructing object and we would drive on, down to the next group of men. These men were practically the only people out.

Never have we seen Cairo so empty. Never have we seen the roads or buildings so clearly. There has always been a never ending stream of people, cars, donkey carts, and bicycles. These things are too colorful for us to have really noticed the backdrop. Cairo looked run down.

We left for the airport at noon on Sunday. Our flight was early Monday morning, but because there was a curfew preventing people from being out from 3pm to 8am we had to go very, very early. The airport was packed with people. In our terminal, the duty free shop and a coffee shop were the only places open. All other stores had run out of food and goods. What the two remaining stores did not have is water. (Egypt is a country where you can drink the water, but if you are not accustom to it you will undoubtedly become sick.) I am sure this was frightening for all of the tourists who were stuck waiting. We came prepared. We had all brought along food to share. Our group of 10 people ate the entire kilo of cheese between dinner and breakfast! We “slept” on the floor. Mostly I think we just lay there to pass the time.

Monday morning our flight was a no-go. Not to worry, we had reservations on a second flight in the afternoon, just in case. Unfortunately, we would not make it onto that flight either. This was, apparently, a time when holding a ticket for a flight was no guarantee. As a group we had to choose; spend another night at the airport or go back into Cairo, to a place that had so far been quieter than ours. We were out of food and water so we chose to return to Cairo.

We arrived at 2:30 and I went with a coworker to the grocery store. There was a shockingly long line. We had 30 minutes before curfew, so I got in line right away while she picked up food for the group. This particular store was out of basic goods like bread, fruits, and vegetables. Later I learned that this was not the case in most parts of town. Even though I waited in line for the whole 30 minutes we did not make it to the front before 3pm. We finished as quickly as we could and returned to our housing. The rest of the day and most importantly, the night, was quiet with only a few sounds of gunshots or tanks rolling by. Despite the quiet of the night, I still felt afraid. This was a sad realization for me because I really loved living in Cairo.

Tuesday, February 1st we flew out of Cairo, courtesy of the US Embassy. We spent the night in Istanbul, a beautiful city, then we flew back to the US. Currently, we are in St. Paul, MN. We have been well cared for here by the ELCA and by surrounding churches. We are willing to return to Egypt, if the ELCA and seminary deem it possible. If we do not return, we will go somewhere else for Paul to finish internship. We will put out an update when we find out where we'll be headed next.

Saturday, January 29

The next day, Saturday, was a big day for us. This was the day Paul's parents were to leave, the day we tried to get money out of multiple ATM machines only to find they were all out of service, and the day that police were no where to be seen.

After our failed attempt to withdraw money, we went to stock up on food. Could the stores run out of food? Would the employees stop showing up to open the stores? How long would our money last? Paul's parents helped us to stock up. Paul's dad insisted we buy an entire kilogram (over two pounds) of gouda cheese. At noon we said goodbye to Paul's parents. They gave us all of their Egyptian Pounds, hugged us and got into a taxi. From there we could only hope that they would be able to depart. We had heard that all planes had been grounded, but the US Embassy encouraged them to try anyway. In the end, they were on one of two flights that departed for Europe on Saturday. We did not have cell phone or internet service, but we did continue to watch the news on the TV. We knew that, like Friday, Tahrir Square and other parts of downtown swelled with people protesting.

Not long after that we began to hear stories of looting. Apparently with the lack of police, looters were going to the neighborhoods of the wealthy and expats. Already, some of the major stores had been broken into and their merchandise stolen overnight. At about 3 in the afternoon, I looked out on the balcony and my heart sank. I saw men, several dozen of them, standing on the door to our apartment building. They were holding sticks, lead pipes, and knives. Some of them were standing in the street, yelling at those who were standing on our stairs. I ran inside and told Paul what I had seen.

We ran next door to our neighbor’s apartment. I had actually never seen them, but Paul had met them once and told me there was a young woman who teaches English and lives with her parents and other family. So, we went to their door and the English teacher answered. After we introduced ourselves and told them what we had seen she told us, “Do not worry. They are men from our building and they are there to protect us from the looters.”

We live in a big apartment building, it has over 20 floors, and the other buildings by us are like ours, so there are a lot of men to protect us. This gave us some comfort. We returned to our apartment and after about 20 minutes someone knocked on our door. It was our neighbor. She handed us a pitcher and said “Orange juice. Do not worry, they will keep us safe.”

Such kindness in the midst of such anxiety and chaos, but also typical Egyptian hospitality.

That night, there was a lot of noise. Firecrackers, gunshots, whistles, men yelling, and on one occasion, women screaming from a nearby building. We learned we could recognize some gunfire from firecrackers by the rhythm. I remember one point Paul was on the phone with Michelle, updating them again on our situation when he abruptly broke off the conversation with, “Michelle, I hear a lot of gunfire really close to us. I will call you back.”

At one point we woke up in the night to very loud cries from the men downstairs, “Teleta Arabaya.” This means three cars. There was a whole message about these three cars, but our Arabic is not good enough to pick it out. The cries about the three cars began to our left. But the men were passing the message down, and the yelling moved down the block, below us, and then to our right. After a minute, someone from the local mosque, to the right of us, made an announcement over the loudspeaker to the whole community about the three cars.

At another time, we awoke to men yelling “Mustashfa!” This is the word for hospital. We crept out on our balcony, on our bellies because there was still gunfire, to see what was happening, because the hospital is just across the street from us. We saw lots of men had climbed up on the hospital wall, looking out into the complex. After some time and some yelling, they gave up what they were looking for and dropped back onto our street. Sure enough, when they dropped off the wall, we saw a man go running through the hospital field.

These groups protecting their homes became known as neighborhood watch groups. Throughout the city people had organized themselves. In many cases they organized themselves so that they protected in shifts, some sleeping at home while others were outside. When they were successful at catching looters, they were turned in to the army, who arrested them.

The last time we talked with Peter on the phone he told us we were going to leave. In the morning, he would pick us up in his car and we would go to the airport. So we packed our second bag and two carry on bags, unsure of what would happen or if we might return.