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Pressing Hot Buttons Through Christ

Acclaimed negotiator and Harvard Law School professor Roger Fisher had a thought experiment where the nuclear codes of the United States should not be located in a suitcase handcuffed to an aid. Rather, they should be surgically embedded into the chest of the aid. The aid would carry around a knife. To access the codes, the President must cut open the chest of the aid. Fisher thought that if the President was unwilling to kill one person then the President had no right to launch a bomb to kill millions.

Clever. So clever in fact that Fisher wrote, “‘When I suggested this to friends in the Pentagon they said, ‘My God, that's terrible. Having to kill someone would distort the President's judgment. He might never push the button.’”

We talk about things in our society as being “hot button” issues. Our language gives us the sense that humans are so easily triggered that if we were to push them we would become hot. I wonder if part of our problem is not the issues we discuss, but that we image being so easily set off that it is like pushing a button. If we are going to stick with the button metaphor, perhaps we can take a page from Roger Fisher’s book - move the location of the button.

Can you imagine the hot buttons of your life being embedded in the heart of another? Could you imagine embedding the hot buttons of your family behind your heart? Could we create the conditions such that we are aware of the costs of pressing the button before the button is pressed?

Perhaps that is what Bonhoeffer was getting at in the book Life Together where he says, “Jesus Christ stands between the lover and the others he loves.” and “Because Christ stands between me and others, I dare not desire direct fellowship with them.” The idea being that ever Christian relationship always is mediated by Christ who stands between the two people. And so when I look at the face of the other, I see Christ first. And when they look at me, they see Christ first.

What if we understood the the “hot button” always resides on the other side of Christ. That we have to hurt, remove or even kill and “go through” Christ in order to press the hot buttons. Would we be willing to press the button knowing it comes at the harm of Christ?

What About Those Satan Shoes?

Violence is all around us and we know this, but we do all that we can to avoid knowing that we know this. And so, when that violence is put in our faces and we are forced to see it, we are confronted with the reality that now we know, that we know that we know.

Enter the weird world of high end shoes.

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I do not know who "Lil Nas X” is. From what I see he is a child of God, African American, member of the LGBTQ community who also makes music. The only reason I know this name is that he helped to create something called “Satan” shoes. Nike has no affiliation with these shoes, just like they had no affiliation with the “Jesus” shoes. Chances are you and I did not hear about the Jesus shoes, but you may have heard of the “Satan” shoes.

I am not endorsing either shoe, I think they are both idols. They are both similar in their design using the same base shoe. It is unclear to me if Nike was okay with the Jesus shoe, but they clearly want it known they are not okay with the Satan shoe (everyone is more comfortable profiting off Jesus anyways). While one has a pentagram tag, the other has a golden Jesus on a silver cross. Both has scripture on the side (we will return to that) that translates to their obscene price point. The Jesus shoe was more expensive ($1425 vs. $1018) because the scripture reference was from Matthew 14:25 (“And early in the morning he [Jesus] came walking towards them on the lake”). The Satan shoes reference Luke 10:18 (“He said to them, ‘I watched Satan fall from heaven like a flash of lightning.’”).

The Satan shoes have a disgust factor and that is adding to all this I am sure. The Jesus shoe has water from the River Jordan in the shoe. The Satan shoe has red ink and a drop of human blood. Let’s start with that.

The Satan shoes are not the only thing on the market with human blood. Many of us have diamonds on our hands that have blood in them. Fast fashion has blood in it. Technology has blood in it. These are not the first Nike shoes (again, Nike is not involved with these shoes) that have blood in them. What makes the Satan shoes different is that the blood is not masked or hidden. The violence is right in front of you. You cannot pretend to not know the human cost. And when we know that we know that we know, we often get upset. The blood in the shoes is not new, we just liked it better when we could not see it.

The Satan shoes are awful to us not just because of the idolatry we might associate with them. Our collective non-rage of the Jesus shoes suggests that we are okay with the idolatry of Christ in gold form. The Satan shoes are awful to us because they reveal to us that we know what we pretend to not know. We know that we know and we would rather not know that we know. We are a people addicted to violence. We are a people who believe the lie that violence can solve our conflicts. We are a people who believe that there are conditions where spilling of human blood is acceptable - war, capital punishment, abortion, gun violence, etc.

I did not think that we had a limit to where blood could be spilled. Apparently I was wrong.

We draw the line at shoes.

The Horrible Miracle of Apollonius, Acts 19, and 2020

This model of the Temple of Artemis, at Miniatürk Park, Istanbul, Turkey, attempts to recreate the probable appearance of the third temple. Wikipedia.

This model of the Temple of Artemis, at Miniatürk Park, Istanbul, Turkey, attempts to recreate the probable appearance of the third temple. Wikipedia.

Once upon a time there was a booming commercial city called Ephesus. Jobs were plentiful through a local silver mine which employed not only miners but also was the source for refiners and artisans. Tourists came from all parts of the world to see the city center where there was a massive structure. It was considered one of the seven wonders of the world - the temple of Artemis.

Like many tourist destinations, a number of cottage industries pop up around the temple. As one approached the temple, you would be invited to purchase little silver replicas of the goddess, Artemis. Perhaps as a souvenir, but probably more that it is understood that if you wanted to please the gods, you would buy a statue and make a donation. 

Ephesus was a port city, the crown jewel of a temple, and a founding myth of their goddess. Being such a city with trade and commerce, Ephesus was very cosmopolitan and took a lot pride in their past as being the most important cities to ancient Greece - it was the center of the world for a long time.

But that was a long time ago. 

In this city, there are a number of preachers peddling all sorts of religions and claims. And just outside of town was a tent maker named Paul who was talking about a man named Jesus. For two years Paul keeps talking about Jesus and has gathered quite a number of people following what is simply called “the Way”. 

Followers of the Way were less interested in the temple center than they used to be. There was a decline in the number of statues sold and a loss of revenue. Fewer donations and sacrifices made at the temple. The Way followers rejected the silver statues and, to the shock of these silversmiths, the followers of the Way began to convince others to do the same. 

24 There was a silversmith named Demetrius. He made silver models of Artemis’ temple, and his business generated a lot of profit for the craftspeople. 25 He called a meeting with these craftspeople and others working in related trades and said, “Friends, you know that we make an easy living from this business. 26 And you can see and hear that this Paul has convinced and misled a lot of people, not only in Ephesus but also throughout most of the province of Asia. He says that gods made by human hands aren’t really gods. 27 This poses a danger not only by discrediting our trade but also by completely dishonoring the great goddess Artemis. The whole province of Asia—indeed, the entire civilized world—worships her, but her splendor will soon be extinguished.” 28 Once they heard this, they were beside themselves with anger and began to shout, “Great is Artemis of the Ephesians!”


Demetrius and his guild had a number of grievances against Paul and the Way followers. Paul’s work was undermining their business model. He was a threat to their way of life. Paul was a foreigner and an outsider who was twisting the minds of the true Ephesians. He was a threat not just to their economics, but he was offending the Goddess they had all worked so hard to appease. Paul was a threat to the existence of the whole city, a threat they felt like they had to get it rid of.

But how? They called a meeting.

Well it was more like a mob whipped into a fervor as they showed their unwavering devotion to their Goddess:

29 The city was thrown into turmoil. They rushed as one into the theater. They seized Gaius and Aristarchus, Paul’s traveling companions from the province of Macedonia. 30 Paul wanted to appear before the assembly, but the disciples wouldn’t allow him. 31 Even some officials of the province of Asia, who were Paul’s friends, sent word to him, urging him not to risk going into the theater. 

Over the two years Paul had collected many donations for his evangelical cause. He had the funds and revenue stream to make it in the city, even sending the surplus funds to others around the area. But one person’s charity is another person’s hand out. One person’s expression of generosity is another person’s enabling behavior. Paul’s companions urged him not to go to the mob because they may seek to recoup the money they feel Paul “took” from them and their businesses. 

32 Meanwhile, the assembly was in a state of confusion. Some shouted one thing, others shouted something else, and most of the crowd didn’t know why they had gathered. 33 The Jews sent Alexander to the front, and some of the crowd directed their words toward him. He gestured that he wanted to offer a defense before the assembly, 34 but when they realized he was a Jew, they all shouted in unison, “Great is Artemis of the Ephesians!” This continued for about two hours.


This is the power of the mob, it blinds and binds. 

The mob becomes blind to the ways their actions and thinking are harmful. They are blind to the limitations of their thinking. The mob is blind to the holes in their thoughts and perceptions. Mobs overlook the internal hypocrisy and contradictions, and ironically, are able to see the hypocrisy and contradictions in others. 

Looking around these individuals sees there are others who have similar grievances and they grow closer together. The individuals move as one, speak as one. The individual gives way to the group and they are bound together. Once bound together critiques on the group are understood as personal attacks. When a dissenting voice attempts to speak, they are drown out. When someone tries to say something that is not the party line, slurs and insults ensue. The mob will not tolerate anyone speaking anything counterfactual. The mob is bound to one another and to their sense of the world.

The crowd distills contradiction to opposition.

The mob grows restless. Surely if something does not happen then they will make something happen. The group is hot, tired and fired up. Some have hot heads and red faces while trying to outshout the marginal voices around them. There grows within the crowd a sense that anyone could be a mole, an impostor, an unbeliever. A fear to say the wrong thing or to say the right thing in a way that moves through the crowd. In an effort to ensure keep the group pure, chants break out. The eyes fall upon those who do not say the words enthusiastically so the shouts become louder and louder as people proclaim their allegiance to Artemis - which makes followers of the Way very uneasy.

They remembered what happened not very long ago in the theater of Ephesus. The city was in the middle of a plague, many died. Some thought the problem was that there were too many people in the city that did not belong. Being a port city it was full of languages and colors. There were competing ideologies and theologies. Some of the leaders thought that the plague was the result of all these differences and that Artemis was getting angry at so many unfaithful citizens. 

There was tension in the city and along came a pagan miracle worker named Apollonius. Apollonius gathered a mob into the theater and told them that the cure to the plague was for everyone to pick up a stone and kill a lonely blind beggar. And they did. 

And so when the mob was once more in the theater, whipped into a frenzy because of another possible economic calamity, echoes of Apollonius’ cure were in their ears. In fact many had brought their own stones. Perhaps more tragically, followers of the Way had stones too. 


The story of the silversmiths or the story of Apollonius are not limited to the past. As William Faulkner said, “The past is never dead. It's not even past.” The theater we stand in, the moment of our time, the frenzy and tension of our day - what are we going to do with the stones we carry?

Better to Eat Meat and Drink Wine Than Eat the Flesh of the Brothers

At Saint Mary’s University between 2002 and 2004, I was employed by the Campus Ministry Department. I was one of two “Ministerial Assistants” of the six or so people who worked in Campus Ministry. What that meant was that I was responsible to help the priests in Mass, tidy the chapel and ensure the two sacristies were in top shape. I was a crucifer, an Eucharistic minister, censer bearer, candle lighter and supplied a new host in the monstrance. The Father who hired me knew that I was United Methodist (and thus, not Roman Catholic) but it took the rest of the staff about a year to discover this not-withheld-just-never-mentioned fact. There were some questions, but the depth of our relationships were such that they knew where my heart was. Ecclesiastical differences were trivial.

Not a St. Mary’s Chapel, but my job would be the guy holding the cape.

Not a St. Mary’s Chapel, but my job would be the guy holding the cape.

Of course one of the big questions that I was asked with was around communion. As a Ministerial Assistant, I was privileged to handle the bread and the consecrated hosts. I put the consecrated elements in the tabernacle. I genuflected and bowed appropriately, or at least well enough that it took a year for someone to notice I lacked the smoothness of motion that comes with years of practice. I continued to hold to the United Methodist stance on the sacrament, but I respect transubstantiation even to this day. Communion or the Eucharist is a sacred thing and I was honored to serve at St. Mary’s University as the first non-catholic hired as a Ministerial Assistant.

One of the things that I came to appreciate in the countless opportunities to serve in Mass was the beauty of eating the actual body and drinking the actual blood of Christ. Before any theological argument breaks out over transubstantiation, or consubstantiation, or symbol; before our minds consider how cannibalistic the act of eating Christ sounds.; before we think about the difficulties imaging that bread and wine become body and blood, perhaps we can consider one truth:

We consume one another all of the time.

Benedicta Ward translates a saying of Hyperichius, ‘It is better to eat meat and drink wine than eat the flesh of the brothers by disparaging them.’

Through our language and through our actions we devour one another all of the time. Consider the headlines after a debate between two people. Someone always “slaughters” the other one. Sometimes they are “crushed.” If the conversation was good we might even say we were “consumed” in the moment.

With this in mind, transubstantiation, or consubstantiation may not sound as difficult to imagine. One of the differences is that when we consume another, we often do it out of violence. That is to say, we consume one another often against the will of the one being consumed. While in the Eucharist or Communion the one being consumed (Christ) is offering himself for consumption. It is as though Jesus says, “Rather than devour one another in violence, I offer myself.”

Jesus also says, every time you eat and drink do it in remembrance of me. We often limit ourselves to thinking about ever time we sit down to eat a meal. However, what if Jesus meant every time you want to consume someone or something, remember the one who freely gave himself for all to consume.