I hear the word often enough, but I haven’t known what it means. To this uncertainty is added confusion because the only time I’ve used the word in the past, it is has been as a theological description — rather than a cultural one.
Looking at the world, through neoliberalism
Looking at neoliberalism, through the gospel
In a word, the crisis neoliberalism confronts is one of sustainability. It is not sustainable epistemologically, socially, morally, demographically, or ecologically. Yet it remains strong, with committed adherents. Its strange force must be accounted for in another register. It is time to name neoliberalism capitalism as a religion (56-57).
Apocalyptically speaking, neoliberalism is named in and through the cross, unmasked and denaturalized as one of or the constituting element of the world and its ultimate workings … (but) new creation has arrived, though it is not yet fully manifested. In it, the capacious economy of God has been revealed. Beside it the neoliberal economy is puny and constricted. The market as a gigantic information processor cannot and does not contain or process care for the weak and the ‘loser’ — in a word, mercy — or care for creation or nature as a good in itself. It does not embrace community, covenant love, grace, or miracle. In the economy of God, all of these realities live. And they thrive. (113-114).
Neoliberalism, with its individualism and thoroughgoing competition, has no place for the solidarity of humans with one another and with all of creation. Solidarity is a reality it at best ignores and at worst tears down. The church’s catholicity, however, embraces peoples from all nations and inclines the church towards solidarity not only with persons from all nations but with the entirety of creation (143).
Future generations may look back on us and, mashing up the verb squander and the noun scoundrel, call us something like ‘squandrels’ … Creation is speaking, even shouting now. How much more blessed we will be —cocreatures and coworshippers all, men and women, rocks and trees, dogs and bees—if humans relearn how to hear creation’s voice, not just at a scream, but at a whisper (170).
The Christian with Paul’s apocalyptic perspective then looks at all reality “bifocally”. On the one hand, she looks unsentimentally at the world and sees its darkness and sometimes diabolical brokenness. She refuses to turn away from the ravages of pain and death and is always prepared for service in their face. On the other hand, she knows that Christ is and will be the victor, and she gathers the courage to confront injustice, oppression, and sin in all its manifestations over and over again. She is at once vulnerable to suffering and open to joy. Her hope is not mere optimism but a hard-won confidence that ultimately amid all the setbacks, the long arc of God’s universe bends toward justice, peace, and wholeness. To put it otherwise, she knows that reality at its bottom is now cross-shaped and that at the cross, death does its worst but does not have the last word (174-175).
Into these freedoms, steps the church…
There is one glaring difference between the early church followers’ circumstances and ours: theirs were pre-Christian and ours are post-Christian. In their world, Christianity had not yet been tried. In ours, many believe Christianity has been tried and found wanting. It is probably impossible to say who had or has the more daunting task. The early Christians, with the empowerment of the Holy Spirit, had to invent Christianity from the ground up. Learning from the mistakes of our predecessors and admitting them as such — which is no small part of what a living tradition does— we have to (empowered by the same Holy Spirit) re-present the faith (196).
About Me
the art of unpacking
After a childhood in India, a theological training in the USA and a pastoral ministry in Southland (New Zealand), I spent twenty years in theological education in New Zealand — first at Laidlaw College and then at Carey Baptist College, where I served as principal. In 2009 I began working with Langham Partnership and since 2013 I have been the Programme Director (Langham Preaching). Through it all I've cherished the experience of the 'gracious hand of God upon me' and I've relished the opportunity to 'unpack', or exegete, all that I encounter in my walk through life with Jesus.
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Paul
Thanks Paul. This will give us a good start as we learn the new culture and language in NZ. A little frightening but also exciting.
Yep, it is a bit frightening, even a bit exilic at times — but I hope you can find it exciting as well.
Thinking of you often and praying for you as well.