Wilson-Hartgrove's chapter on eating at God's table made me want to put him and Thurman in a room together and listen to them talk. Some of the things Wilson-Hartgrove was talking about here seemed to really resonate (or at least relate to) the things that Thurman has been covering.
My main problem with this chapter is that I can't really relate to Wilson-Hartgrove's political spin. I know he's just writing from what he has experienced, but it seems like political power is (or was) very important to him. I've never really cared very much about that kind of power, or even really who was in power. In the seventh grade we had to hold elections for class officers, and since this was new to all of us, people just nominated other people to run for office. A friend of mine nominated me for class secretary. While I didn't actively reject the nomination (when you're in middle school and unpopular, any vote of confidence is a blessing) I made no effort to campaign. I'm not even sure if I voted for myself. Far be it from me to criticize the young Wilson-Hartgrove's dream of bringing Jesus to the White House; it's just that I'm closer to jumping the border and moving to Canada than running for office. I don't feel particularly powerful; I don't really want to be powerful. I guess I need a chapter about using the power God has given me more than I need one about why I shouldn't seek after power.
If we're all sitting around God's table, then anyone who asks me to pass the butter will get it, no matter if that person is a refugee or a homeless man or a senator. And if we're all sitting at that table, then anyone I ask to pass the potatoes will pass them. That's how God's table should work.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment