Knowing How to be the Church?

church-and-mountainsWritten by Kevin Timpe

Kevin Timpe is currently the William Harry Jellema Chair in Christian Philosophy at Calvin College. Most of his previous work has focused on agency, virtue, and issues in the philosophy of religion. These days, he thinks a lot about disability and how we could reconfigure our social structures in ways that would better include those who have them. His website can be found at
Here’s a question I’ve been thinking about (in part because people have asked me it): What should the role of the church be in response to the turmoil of the recent election?

In one sense, this is an easy question to answer. The Church’s response should be what the Church’s response should always be. To faithfully proclaim the good news. To participate in the redemption of the entire world through sacrificial and sanctifying love. To help its members love God with all their being. To embody the Flesh broken and the Blood poured out for all humanity. To care for the widow, the orphan, the outcast, the oppressed. To lay down our lives for the lives of others.

All that is to say, the Church’s response is to be the Church—the Body of Christ—as it is called to be.

All that is, I think, true. And in one sense, that’s the most true answer I know to give. But in another sense, it’s a cop-out, a platitude, a ‘Sunday school answer’ of the sort that I’ve grown to despise. Such words may be true, but they can also ring hollow.

Even now, two weeks after the election, how does one attempt to answer this question in a non-platitudinous way, a way that doesn’t cheapen the situation our country and those in it are in by suggesting such an easy answer?

Like many other people, I don’t know. Our default, or at least my default, is to think about what needs to be done on a systemic level. End racism, sexism, economic oppression, and the continued (and likely irreversible) destruction of the environment? Of course—though I don’t know how. Organize to mobilize against the unjust, irrational, and unloving social structures that permeate our contemporary American lives? Sign me up—but someone will have to tell me the details. Take to our college campuses and streets in public protest? I’m all for it—but I hope and pray that such protests don’t inspire further violence in a deeply polarized political climate. Abolish the two party-system and the electoral college? Maybe.

But how to do any of this?

The structural issues for many of us are paralyzing. As soon as I come across what I think might be a good idea, I come across reasons why it’s a bad idea or won’t work. I, like probably millions of individuals across the country, don’t know how to take on the structural issues. I’m left in a paralyzing haze of anger, uncertainty, and good intentions run amuck.

We absolutely need to figure out these issues. We need to keep thinking about how to best work on the macro-scale to improve our country, our culture, our communities. But as we do that, we absolutely cannot wait to take small steps in our own lives, in our neighborhoods.

May I take a stand against every injustice in my local community that I see. May I help erase the racist graffiti on the houses of worship that are the object of hate. May I talk with my kids about why they shouldn’t exclude others simply because they’re different in some way, visible but ultimately unimportant. May they come to know that race, gender, sex, political affiliation, disability status, degree of beauty or socio-economic status is less important than our common humanity. May I work to make sure that people in my own community aren’t denied housing based on their refugee status or ethnicity or gender identity. May I tolerate no bullying and speak against it wherever I see it. May I model to my students that tolerating an injustice we could stand against is to be complicit in that injustice. May I not forget that nearly every economic choice I make has environmental implications that my children will have to live with. May I take steps both small and large to undermine the sexism and misogyny that is so interwoven into the fabric of our daily lives. May I admit, both to myself and in public, the ways that my privilege is largely a result of historical oppression and mistreatment, even if I played no active role in either. May I not minimize the fear that so many feel and is historically understandable simply because I am safe and likely to remain so.

And let us not forget that the Body that is broken and the Blood that is poured out for me is also poured out for my ‘political enemy’. It’s poured out for the president whom I think will be bad for our country. For those of different religious creeds and faiths. For the oppressed. And also for those who perpetrate the oppression.

How do we love the oppressed and the oppressor, without condoning the harm the latter perpetrates against the former?

If I knew that, I’d know how to be the Church.