Over the past eight years I have experienced persistent disequilibrium over our national state of affairs. My discomfort can be categorized under three headings:
The moral whirlpool. When I was a boy we sang a chorus that began, “I was sinking deep in sin…” When I was old enough to act like a smart aleck, I would sometimes add, “Wheee!”
Sinking into depravity is no joke now, with no bottom touched yet. The focal point is a man running for president who paid off porn stars not to talk about his sexual relations with them, a man who lies more often than a meth addict, who enjoys cruelty and insults, and who tried to undo his loss in an election through mob violence. He couldn’t run for president without a very high percentage of Americans willing not just to look the other way, but to say “Wheee!” We seem to have lost any sense of decency, and not just a few of us.
Church seduction. The most depressing part is the church’s leading role. And not just any church—the evangelical church! Those of us who claimed to believe that Jesus Christ could change lives, who believed in the family, in marital fidelity, in obedience to the law, who wanted to follow Jesus in love for neighbor–we’re no longer even remotely credible. We have become a branch of a political party, one in which any immorality can be accepted so long as we win.
American unexceptionalism. I lived in Kenya for four years beginning in 1978, and I observed the politics of that place with great fascination. I know I speak for many Americans who have lived overseas when I say that I could observe abuses of power, graft and corruption and occasional illicit government takeovers without feeling personally involved. I knew America was different. I believed that America’s democracy, while not flawless, was fundamentally governed by well-grounded laws and democratic elections. I still do, but I no longer see it as axiomatic. We might easily become like Venezuela, where power, not law, dictates. I see much more clearly what the founders meant when they suggested that our republic could only endure if its citizens were moral. And I’m currently quite unsure that we are.
With these things in mind, I have spent the past few months studying Jeremiah. Some might say this is like my grandfather’s prescription for a toothache: take a mouthful of castor oil and sit on a hot stove. Jeremiah does not cheer you up. It is a long, long book full of warnings and indictments.
Jeremiah’s analysis of Israel covers the same headings that I see in America. For the moral whirlpool, read idolatry. Israel made the most basic, most tragic error that any people can: they made worship of the author of life into a buffet choice. Try a little Yahweh, and a little Baal. Leave room for dessert. That is surely how most Americans view religion today, and it helps explain our current fix. If you can pick and choose your gods, you can pick and choose your morals.
For church seduction, read “priests and prophets.” The very people who should uphold the worship of the one true God were actually okay with lighting some incense to Baal. They deeply resented Jeremiah’s criticisms! Like today’s evangelicals, they assumed they were the godly ones, but in reality they had been seduced by comfort and power. No longer did they grasp the unique splendor of the Holy One.
For American unexceptionalism, read “Babylon.” Israel had been warned of downfall for hundreds of years. Prophet after prophet after prophet foretold destruction if they failed to repent. You know how they responded? They stopped listening. Jeremiah’s words were like a mosquito buzzing in their ears. All they wanted to do was to swat it. They knew themselves as the God-chosen people. The temple, God’s home, was theirs. All around their part of the Middle East they saw violence and destruction, the power of Babylon destroying other nations very much like theirs. But they did not believe it could affect them. They thought they were special, just as we do.
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I was talking to a good friend recently who said he was leading his men’s group in a study of Isaiah. I was stunned when he told me they are taking it a chapter at a time, week by week, expecting to spend more than a year studying it. Isaiah, being so long, is impossible to swallow in the usual six-week gulp. Most studies end up with, at best, a Cliffs Notes version. My friend said he had personally found Isaiah very helpful. It had calmed him. The grandeur of God made our troubles seem smaller.
Jeremiah has done the same thing for me. They are both long books full of warnings and indictments, though Isaiah has more passages of hope to light the darkness. The biggest difference I see, however, is that Isaiah ends in suspense. We don’t know whether Israel will respond to the warnings. In Jeremiah, by contrast, the disaster plays out before our eyes. Israel is destroyed, its people taken into exile, the Temple torn down, the houses and palaces burned. And Jeremiah himself suffers just like everybody else. He is captured by rogue forces and dragged to Egypt, where he struggles and dies. He is not a mere observer, a prophet of doom. He is a full participant; doom comes to his door and carries him off.
Could our ending be like Jeremiah’s? Could we see our nation sunk even deeper into moral depravity? Could our churches become a joke, a byword for hypocrisy? Could we see our much-loved stable government destroyed by coups and corruption and the unquestioned rule of power? Could we, like much of the world, become helpless victims of political violence?
Yes, yes, and yes. And every one of us, me included, would suffer. We would live in a nation that is a shadow of its former self, and in a church that has lost its character, with the knowledge that we let it happen.
It could be even worse than that. Once evil forces are let loose, we have no idea how bad life could become.
Jeremiah warns us. The worst that we fear, we really should fear.
Jeremiah also reminds us that, no matter what comes, the world we live in belongs to God. His intentions for our world are entirely good. Planet earth will not be destroyed but will flourish in the end. Will we live to see that good ending? Jeremiah didn’t and we may not either—except on the other side of death. God is there on that other side. The promises of God are not extinguished by Israel’s tragedy, or ours.
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From Jeremiah I have gained a certain amount of calm. The times are evil, but God is great. Judgment may come on us, and we may not be spared. Regardless, we remain in God’s hands. We can trust him.
That might seem to suggest an otherworldly calm that removes me from the battle. Jeremiah could never teach that. He is a fighter, a man of unremitting truth telling. His book shows him not only speaking out but giving his message in graphic form—making a yoke to put on his own neck; watching a potter make and remake a pot, burying a scarf in the ground to witness its decay. And the response is graphic as well: the king’s patient burning of his text, page by page; Jeremiah’s imprisonment in a muddy cistern where he is expected to die; his capture in chains by the Babylonian army. All through, Jeremiah can’t be shut up. He keeps on telling the truth. He warns. He insists.
And so should we. The only weapon we have is the truth. Let us not grow weary in speaking it.