BECOMING WHO WE ARE
When
Jesus received his baptism from John at the Jordan River, a voice from heaven
proclaimed him as God’s beloved son. He
spent the rest of his earthly life fulfilling that identity.
For
Christians, baptism proclaims our identity.
Each is a beloved child of God. Amid
all our diversity, we’re bound by that common reality, given by the triune God
who creates us, shapes us in the example of Jesus, and guides us ever more into
the identity God gives. For
Episcopalians, the “baptismal covenant” which is important enough to include in
the Book of Common Prayer no less than three times (pp. 304-5, and also 292-4
and 416-8) gives an outline of both faith and life in following Christ.
Of
course, baptism marks but a beginning.
My first rector/boss used to say, “More is begun than is done.” Indeed, we spend the rest of our lives
developing the great gift of identity bestowed in that sacrament. But the identity is ours; no matter how much
one may try to shake it off (God forbid), nothing can take that away. Vastly better, sincere Christians become who
we are. Or at least try…and in the
trying, begin to succeed.
As
it is for the individual Christian, so I believe it is for the Christian
community, on every level. We together
are becoming who we are.
For
instance, the Anglican Communion used to be something of a worldwide English
gentlemen’s club, the British Empire at prayer along with a few add-ons such as
in the erstwhile American colonies. No
longer. We are an international,
interracial, globe-spanning community whose typical member, it is said, is a
25-year-old Nigerian woman. We’ve come a
long way from tea and crumpets, even if we’re having a hard time figuring out
what that means.
Or
The Episcopal Church. Not The Episcopal
Church in the United States, but The Episcopal Church in 17 different nations
or regions. We sing a new church in
languages ranging far beyond English, Spanish and French to Navajo, Hmong and
Creole. Over the past four decades,
we’ve become far more the “House of Prayer for all people” that the cathedral
in Washington proclaimed itself to be.
But what does that suggest in how our church structures itself? On the role of national—no, I mean
“general”—efforts? Last summer’s General
Convention tasked a force to try figuring that out anew.
Or
the diocese. My own, Southwestern
Virginia, last year reaffirmed its longstanding pledge “to challenge and support the
creativity of our congregations in Christian growth and global
responsibility.” But we’re still discerning
specifically what that means, in how congregations relate to each other and to
the diocese as a whole, how precisely the bishop and staff promote that effort in a time of particularly
limited resources and, frankly, a decades-long shift in understanding the
practical purpose of a diocese, ironically toward the vision expressed in that
decades-old mission statement. We strive
to become who we’ve long said we aim to be.
Isn’t that, in the end, the
goal? To become what God intends for
each of us—and all of us—to be?: A chosen
race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s own people, as I Peter 2 put it,
who have a purpose: to “proclaim the mighty acts of him who called you out of
darkness into his marvelous light.”