prophetic peace and whitewashed walls

“Because they lead my people astray, saying, ‘Peace,’ when there is no peace, and because, when a flimsy wall is built, they cover it with whitewash…”  Ezekiel 13:10.

I come to this passage by way of Acts 23, where Paul retaliates verbally with dripping irony when the high priest orders people to strike him in the mouth, despite his innocence.  When Paul is condemned for speaking negatively against the high priest, he remarkably replies he didn’t realize he was speaking to the high priest, which is obvious because he’s a Torah-observant Jew, so of course he wouldn’t speak against the high priest as the Torah forbids, so he must not have known Ananias was the high priest.  Clever barbs, Paul.

I don’t think Paul’s clever for clever’s sake.  Spiritual and moral leaders become unrecognizable when cloaked in the  the sanctimonious falsehood of fear-driven peace.  In Ezekiel, religious dishonesty drives false prophets to claim visions of peace that are cover-up for spiritually desiccated and unjust practices.  In Acts, Paul the prophet confronts the religious leaders of his day for their pretenses of being God’s messengers, when they are in fact unwilling to imagine God breaking in through the person and way of Jesus.  Whitewashed walls pasted over crumbling corruption.

I am stung to the heart.  I usually wish to paper over conflicts with pastel board peace rather than bear through the painful work of carrying bricks or hewing stones.  I’m not even all that comfortable when prophetic voices point out that we are trying to pass off plywood as reinforced concrete.  “Stop harshing the temporary mellow,” I protest, only hesitantly if ever acknowledging the truth that truthtellers tell.  I fidget in my chair, ambivalent about whether to side and then appear sectarian.

I am no prophet.  But I recall that, in many ways, neither was Paul.  Yes, of course he was–seized with a message, unafraid to bear witness, specific about Jesus, bold in confronting corruption–but also, he was a builder, a collaborator, a maker of temporary installations propped up for ad hoc communities and commercial travelers.  He threw around his political weight, played the huckster, worked the angles, and did it deft and shrewd.  Right in this very passage.  But he is prophetic.  Prophetically seeing, prophetically discontented, prophetically unpeaceful insofar as whitewashed walls go.  Maybe Paul would suggest that not only does the Christian have the peace that surpasses understanding, but that the peace that falls within understanding’s boundaries is a “piecemeal peace…poor peace…” and maybe even fraudulent peace.

Disrupted, discontented, unsettled because prophetically, one cannot honestly grow comfortable with the whitewashing of culture, economy, politics, morality, spirituality.

Mad Men: “I’ll have your tags by lunch.” “Round and round….”

I got a tiny thrill watching Don Draper throw off his wine glass and bypass his coach to sit determinedly at his typewriter at the end of this week’s Mad Men. And then the end-credit music started playing, from the era I assume, saying “round and round and round and round….” and I realized my thrill was about the way I love that spot, that post-prodigal, post-hangover, sober black coffee determination to be the man. And how to me, it’s real, but to others, it’s fleeting and fake. Portnoy’s Complaint.
Against these machines that run, always, these tools that await our human waves of wild inconsistency, we will always appear not to deliver, and then sometimes to alchemically appear.