It's no surprise to me that Christian websites trade in outrage articles, nor that I click on them (sometimes) even when I could write the article myself, purely on the basis of the headline. One such article was outraged that a luminous model of the world, titled Gaia, was being exhibited in a cathedral. Gaia is the name of the goddess who created the earth in Greek mythology, as well as the name of a pseudo-scientific hypothesis that the world is a single living organism that will ultimately destroy anything that threatens its wellbeing (i.e. us). There's so much in there to upset a certain kind of Christian* that I completely understand the editorial decision to populate the universe with more anger. However, for me it raises the question of where the boundary between 'us' and 'them' lies. For the author of the article, 'us' means a certain kind of Christian, with certain kinds of beliefs and behaviours. 'Them' is everyone - and everything - else.
The biggest church in North America is Lakewood Church in Houston, Texas. It meets in a former sports arena and its lead pastors are Joel and Victoria Osteen. A few years ago Victoria preached this message:
I just want to encourage every one of us to realise when we obey God, we're not doing it for God - I mean, that's one way to look at it - we're doing it for ourselves, because God takes pleasure when we're happy. So I want you to know this morning: just do good for your own self. Do good because God wants you to be happy. When you come to church, when you worship Him, you're not doing it for God, really. You're doing it for yourself, because that's what makes God happy.
What does dying to self (and rising with Christ) look like? If Jesus is our role model for a full life, it appears not to be a negation of the self, a self-hatred, but rather an expansion of love to include all things. When we are 'in Christ' (Paul's favourite description of Christians), we are no longer at the centre of the universe, but instead connected to a vast network of relationships. (In these days, I think it's vital that we accept that this network includes all things, although I accept that the biblical justification for this is thin on the ground.) My point is that as Jesus grew in wisdom, his 'us and them' boundaries just kept getting wider and wider. When that happens, it becomes harder and harder to see yourself as the centre of the universe. Cosmology teaches us the same lesson as Jesus: we are teeny tiny parts of an awesome whole, and everything is interconnected, interdependent.
I have been doing some 'research' (googling) on the history of an idea that is now so prevalent that it feels like it has biblical precedent (it doesn't). The idea is this: when Jesus instructs us to love others as we love ourselves, this is in reality a command for us to love ourselves first. How can we love others like we love ourselves unless we love ourselves first? The Staple Singers expressed a parallel thought in the classic song 'Respect Yourself': 'Respect yourself/If you don't respect yourself/Ain't nobody gonna give a good cahoot.' Yet the song is actually much more nuanced than it seems:
I have a feeling that the 'love yourself first, only then can you love others' message emerged in the 1970s and 80s, around the same time as the prosperity gospel.
Only loving our closest family and friends is not bad or wrong, it's where we all start. In fact, as babies, it's just us, and then mother emerges out of the fog as the first foundational relationship. We know that if this attachment is not made, we will struggle to extend our boundary beyond our self our whole lives. The psychotherapist and neurotheologian Jim Wilder describes maturity as the person you could be today, given all your yesterdays. It is different for every single person. For some of us, we are working with God to include our parent or spouse in our circle of care. For others, it might be caring for those who live in our street. For others still, non-human persons. This isn't about reaching a goal or crossing a line, but rather who we are becoming.