Education

What is a university chaplain good for?

“Totally without hope, one cannot live. To live without hope is to cease to live. Hell is hopelessness. It is no accident that above the entrance to Dante’s hell is the inscription: ‘Leave behind all hope you who enter here.’”
Jürgen Moltmann, Theology of Hope

I am a Christian minister serving a Baptist church in our campus community. I love Jesus and I love students so I regularly encourage ministers from a variety of faith traditions to join their local multi or interfaith chaplaincy on campus. A dynamic and thriving university chaplaincy will pursue the common good. In that pursuit and in service of the wholistic health of the person in front of them, chaplains reach into their lives and their traditions in order to offer hope to students who come to campus looking for community or who are at times being squeezed by their loneliness and angst. After serving with the Multifaith Chaplains Association for eleven years on campus at the University of British Columbia I’ve landed on four words to describe what might be one of the most important things chaplains do: Chaplains offer H.O.P.E.

Hospitality

Almost every tradition of faith and spirituality welcomes people and invites them to move from stranger to friend. Chaplains serve the university or college by offering a wide welcome to students, staff, and faculty. When students arrive on campus from home for the first time they often look for the familiar. If they are seeking to connect with their familiar communities of faith,  it might be a chaplain from their tradition, or any chaplain who is part of the chaplaincy that points the way and welcomes them into campus life. Hospitality opens the door to the hope found in friendship and community.

Orientation

Change and growth is often preceded by disorientation — a sense of not quite getting it or knowing the way. I prefer the term discombobulated! No doubt, life in university can be discombobulating! However, a chaplain can assist a student wrestling with the big questions of life by giving them language to formulate what they are feeling or ruminating on. Chaplains are able to introduce the basics of their traditions and point students to resources that will aid them in their own hopeful journey of discovery and change.

Personality

Some chaplains have BIG personalities. But most of us are regular persons without a lot of flash or hype who have had to reckon with aspects of ourselves in relation to family, the stuff of earth, and even our failure to live up to a transcendent vision of maturity. Hopefully each chaplain has some wisdom to share, a question to ask, or a story to tell that could unlock a door to growth. Universities and colleges are not just communities where some truth out there in the universe is being uncovered and manipulated for wealth. Hopefully universities and colleges can be communities where people become personable, flourishing humans, who are full of compassion and kindness.

Encouragement

After a string of bad days people lose courage. Sometimes in college or university the string of bad days becomes a week, a month, or even a term. Chaplains listen. They offer language and processes for metabolizing loss and grief. By asking questions they may help a student discern or begin discerning what they truly want. Having lived just a little longer the chaplain offers the hope that “it does get better.” We too have had to face our fears. We too have had our catastrophes. But we have learned that the catastrophe of the day is not necessarily the defining moment of our whole lives. We’ve had the experience of benefiting from counselling, from community, and from honesty. Chaplains, I’ve noticed are also pretty good at recognizing what is pretty good in another person, so they see the possibilities. Chaplains are encouragers, ready to speak an apt word that releases courage into the heart that had lost it. Chaplains can  help students name the dementor lurking in darkness and sucking away their hope; having named it they can face it.; facing it they can take their next step forward with hope. That step could be the one that makes all the difference in their university experience and blazes a path full of courageous struggle but also full of blessings.

“Even though high-hope people are goal directed, they enjoy the process of getting there as much as the actual arrival. This is one of the seeming paradoxes I initially had difficulty disentangling when talking with high-hope people. Goals certainly capture the attention of high-hope people, but this largely seems to be true because such goals offer a marker for progress or mastery occurring along the way.”
Charles Snyder, pioneer hope researcher, The Psychology of Hope.

Students Squeezed in a Vice of Our Own Making

I recently read Patrick Deneen’s Why Liberalism Failed, so I’m going back through to capture some quotes. Most memorable for me has been his description of the crisis post-secondary students are experiencing.

Deneen writes:

The rising generation is indoctrinated to embrace an economic and political system they distinctly fear, filling them with cynicism toward their future and their participation in maintaining an order they cannot avoid but which they neither believe in nor trust. Far from feeling themselves to constitute the most liberated and autonomous generation in history, young adults believe less in their task at hand than Sisyphus rolling the boulder up the mountainside. They accede in the duties demanded of them by their elders, but without joy or love–only with a keen sense of having no other choice. Their over whelming response to their lot–expressed in countless comments they have offered to me over the years describing their experience and expectations of the r own education–is one of entrapment and “no exit,” of being cynical participants in a system that ruthlessly produces winners and losers even as it demands that they understand this system to be a vehicle of “social justice.” One can hardly be surprised that even the “winners” admit during frank moments that they are both swindlers and swindled. As one student described the lot of her generation to me:

“We are meritocrats out of a survivalist instinct. If we do not race to the very top, the only remaining option is a bottomless pit of failure. To simply work hard and get decent grades doesn’t cut it anymore if you believe there are only two options the very top or rock bottom. It is a classic prisoner’s dilemma to sit around for 2-3 hours at the dining hall “shooting the breeze,” or to spend time engaged in intellectual conversation in moral and philosophical issues, or to go on a date all detract from time we could be spending on getting to the top and, thus, will leave us worse off relative to everyone else…. Because we view humanity–and thus its institutions–as corrupt and selfish, the only person we can rely upon is our self. The only way we can avoid failure, being let down, and ultimately succumbing to the chaotic world around us, therefore, is to have the means (financial security) to rely upon our selves.”

Advanced liberalism is eliminating liberal education with keen intent and ferocity, finding it impractical both ideologically and economically. Students are taught by most of their humanities and social science professors that the only remaining political matter at hand is to equalize respect and dignity accorded to all people, even as those insitusmions are mills for sifting the economically viable from those who will be mocked for their backward views on trade, immigration, nationhood, and religious beliefs. The near unanimity of political views represented on college campuses is echoed by the omnipresent belief that and education must be economically practical, culminating in a high-paying job in a city populated by like-minded college graduates who will continue to reinforce their keen outrage over inequality while enjoying its bounteous fruits. Universities scramble to provide practical “learning outcomes,” either by introducing a raft of new programs aimed to make students immediately employable or by rebranding and reorienting existing studies to tout their economic relevance. There is simply no choice to do otherwise in a globalizing, economically competitive world. Few remark upon the fact that this locution becomes ever more common in advanced liberalism, the regime that was supposed to ensure endless free choice.

At the moment of liberalism’s culmination, then, we see, the headlong evacuation of the liberal arts. The liberal arts were long understood to be the essential form of education for a free people, especially citizens who aspired to self-government. The emphasis on the great texts–which were great not only or even because they were old but because they contained hard-won lessons on how humans learn to be free, especially from the tyranny of their insatiable desires–has been jettisoned in favor of what was once considered “servile education,” an education concerned exclusively with money making and a life of work, and hence reserved for those who did not enjoy the title of “citizen.” Today’s liberals condemn a regime that once separated freeman from serf, master from slave, citizen from servant, but even as we have ascended to the summit of moral superiority over our benighted forebears by proclaiming everyone free, we have almost exclusively adopted the educational form that was reserved for those who were deprived of freedom. And yet in the midst of our glorious freedom, we don’t think to ask why we no longer have the luxury of an education whose very name–liberal arts–indicates its fundamental support for the cultivation of the free person.


Partick J Deneen, Why Liberalism Failed. Yale University Press, 2018. p. 11-13.

Mindfulness and the who.

Chalkboard at UBC, Mindfulness

Ronald Purser is pulling back the curtain on mindfulness; his book will be released in July. I am surrounding by mindfulness talk. This past year, reading Paulo Freire brought me to say to myself, “Mindfulness is not conscientization.” Maybe I should start saying that out loud so we can challenge this thought… so here we go.

In my work with students I find that mindfulness has become the mantra of the academy especially as it relates to student stress. That’s convenient isn’t it? Mindfulness changes the geography of a problem. It allows the university to off-load responsibility from the faculties so they don’t have to change the demands they are putting on students, staff, and even administrations. Instead the student bears the weight of being stressed out. The student bears the weight of not being able to learn fast enough. The student is solely and personally responsible. The student just needs to be trained in how to cope.

It’s a perfect storm. Top ranked universities are supposed to launch top notch students to the world (to the employers waiting on them.) At the same time, there is more to learn; the sheer amount of information and the depth of that information has made for enormous silo’s of specialization in university degrees. And yes, students may be showing up at universities with a lower threshold for some kinds of stress.

I’m all in for a holy pause. However, mindfulness is not helping address the conditions that a student may become aware of when they stop moving. I fear that mindfulness without an ethic for evaluating the world forces coming down on us may indeed be making us sicker. The source of some problems are located outside of us. However, mindfulness as a new technology for health has no authority for identifying oppressive forces.

Is mindfulness conditioning us to be passive?

While there may be some good brought through “mindfulness” maybe it doesn’t go far enough. If mindfulness does bring some pause and some space for restoration, maybe it just centres us in our selves. And here’s the catch: If its always our neighbour’s fault that they are not able to cope, then love for neighbour only means that I have to help them cope. That’s a small view of love isn’t it? I find that so unsatisfying. True love means that I may sometimes need to do something to lift the burden or to address a system that is arrayed against. True love will find a way for mercy to do its work.

Mindfulness as it has been constructed in public discourse creates a vision of society and what it needs. Ronald writes, “Underneath its therapeutic discourse, mindfulness subtly reframes problems as the outcomes of choices. Personal troubles are never attributed to political or socioeconomic conditions, but are always psychological in nature and diagnosed as pathologies. Society therefore needs therapy, not radical change.”

I read this article and feel primed to read Purser’s book when it comes out.

Be mindful of God.

In Vancouver I feel like I’m surrounded by the mindfulness mantra. It’s been a topic of conversation in our household. So here’s what I have been saying, “Be mindful; but be mindful of God.” I’ve been saying this to myself and to my kids while they are growing up in the school system. Be mindful of the God who has been revealed in Jesus Christ. The One who cares. The One who enters into life. The One who has moved into the neighbourhood. The One who is active, challenging, and prophetic toward the powers and principalities arrayed against the glory of God finding its home in people. Be mindful of God so you can live loved. Be mindful of the One who loves you.

The Apostle Paul lives out of this kind of mindfulness and encourages us: Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. (Phillipians 4:5)

See what this kind of mindfulness does?

We are to become a gentle force against that which would destroy people. So, be mindful of God. Being mindful of God unveiled through Jesus Christ fortifies us to love and to pray.

What’s your take on mindfulness?

Holy Days Tip #1

To my UBC family: enjoy your rest.

“There remains, then a Sabbath-rest for the people of God; for anyone who enters God’s rest also rests from their works, just as God did from his. Let us then make every effort to enter that rest, so that no one will perish following their example of disobedience.

For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sward, it penetrates even to dividing the soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.”

Hebrews 4:9-12, NIV

Much of the fog enveloping us
after a stressful season
of production and effort
will lift if we can rest.

Rest allows you to listen.
Rest must be accompanied
with refuelling.

Like Elijah who ran
until he could no longer run,
its time to lay down your head and
then get up
and eat.

Eat this Word:
“anyone who enters God’s rest
also rests from their works.”

Heavenly Father,
grant to our students and friends,
good rest, in the name
of Jesus,
AMEN

Loving God at Christmas

I have an early memory as a kid. That in itself is remarkable as I don’t remember near as much as my wife does of her childhood. As I look back, life in my childhood is a blur punctuated with a few dramatic moments of peaked emotion. Life just seemed to mosey along and I enjoyed a sense of stability even though that’s probably not what my parents experienced. 

My early memory is of Christmas. On a Christmas Eve we joined our  fellow members of St. Michael’s Catholic Church in Gainesville, GA for a celebration of Jesus’ birth. The Christmas Eve service was packed. 

I remember walking down the sidewalk to the stone building in the dark and then sitting in the balcony taking in the hushed holy atmosphere, the candles and a sense of shared expectation. I remember the men from Riverside Military Academy, likely all high school students who couldn’t go home for the holidays, lined up in front of us in their uniforms with their visors in hand. One turned and winked at me. Not just a solitary wink, it was a wink that traveled from one eye to the next and back again. I went home and tried to mimic that motion while looking in the mirror. I spent days trying to perfect the act.

That night in St. Michael’s is the first Christmas I remember.

Now as an adult the memory of that Christmas brings to me to wonder and to question. 

Why where we all there? Tradition? Obligation? Curiosity? Delight?

Where we just acting? 

And perhaps more sinisterly, I have wondered before, is Christmas just a cosmic wink? Perhaps I’m not alone in these questions. Our faith as adults must grow up. I serve a congregation and University that is full of people committed to growing up in the way they think. However, most are not committed to growing up in the way they think about faith. Yes, the academy is growing giants. But, the temptation before us is to develop and deepen our capacities in a topic of study but neglect and even reject God, faith, and our heart.

I believe that first Christmas Eve of my memory laid down a foundation stone for faith in my life. God used that evening to called forth a simple response to Him in my life. Love. As I got older the simple response of love, wonder and delight is often accompanied by questions of doubt and ability: Does God really love me? Is God really? Can I love God? and If so, how shall I love … God?

Luke 2:8- 12
8And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

Christmas is the grand call of God to people in which He says, “I love you.” Jesus born in Bethlehem made God’s love tangible. A sincere response to a tangible gift is to receive it. A sincere response to God is faith in Him. 

Such faith is easily polluted. I am aware of my own inner cynic and the excuse machine it fuels; its always blowing toxic smoke. But I do long this Christmas to enter into the way of knowledge that sincere faith offers us. Only then, by receiving what God has given, can the mean question of “Who loves you?” be met with a reflexive and simple response, “Jesus loves me.”