Last night my six housemates and I were sitting around the dinner table pulling questions from a recycled yogurt container which we had all contributed to anonymously. The first question was asked by our only Minnesota resident which required a light comment on what we thought was the most interesting fact or experiences pertaining to the state of Minnesota. Although, this questioned was interesting and conversation did develop out it I am, here, more concerned with the second yogurt container question: What would you be like without faith and a conviction to social justice?
The answers to this question along with my own thoughts regarding faith and social justice have inspired a post. Faith and social justice were dialectically connected for many of us. To all of us it had seemed that there was always a sense of incompleteness, of unfishedness. Even as active participants in spiritual community–part of youth groups, college groups, vocation programs–there a sense that something was missing. Our faith seemed incomplete.
Many of our stories were similar, we became cynical, gave up on faith, or became awash in our college party scene. None of these solutions were the ultimate answer to the innate Socratic questioning of our own lives. Our stories combined described that the failure of our faith to offer fullness in our own lives was its absence of solidarity with the poor, the hungry, the invisible, and the oppressed.
We all seemed to understand that our faith was dialectically connected to liberation of those who were enslaved by the dehumanization of their cultural situation. We understood that our own humanity could not be fully manifest without the affirmation of the humanity of all. During our round table discussion we became aware that faith as we knew it before–as the contentment of our souls in a consumer driven society–would never be enough for us, it would never silences our drive to be faithful.
We also recognized that this drive, this faithfulness, would require a great unsettling, a challenge, a journey into history of which we only contribute a verse then we pass away and hope that another has the courage to continue the poem. Isn’t that the predicament of humanity? To figure out what it means to be human between whom and Tome . What does it really mean to deal with the mess, the confusion, we call, life. I think last night we began that difficult question, we began that unsettling socratic questioning, the examining of our lives, so that they are worth the living.
We embarked on a journey that we will be on well after this year of service. A journey that, if we continue to have the courage of faith, will take us into untold greatness. Greatness? Along this journey we must always remember that greatness is solidarity with those who are not so great. Indeed, “whoever wishes to be great in this world let him be a servant”