Has anyone ever become a Christian before they were a Christian? Some may, as adults or adolescents, consent to becoming a Christian, but the becoming then takes a lifetime. Author and speaker, the late Maya Angelou, was once asked if she was a Christian. Her response: “Not yet!” Indeed.
One of the things I share in pre-marital counseling especially with those whose parents have not yet had the experience of being in-laws, is that it is the couple’s job to break them in. Their parents have never been here before. Their little girl/boy has really grown up and become independent. How to act and relate? It is a learning process for both newlyweds and newly made in-laws. The newlyweds will have to let the in-laws know what they consider proper and improper behavior in their relationship. It is all new ground. How to handle holidays? Visits? Are they to be drop by anytime or call first? As time moves on with children and aging, the issues become larger.
So far you, dear reader, are most likely nodding in agreement at such profundity. Well, maybe not. However, most likely I have not said anything feather-ruffling. Okay, here I go. Be ready for your plume to be ruffled. If the above is true, why then do we seem to think immigrants new to America should arrive as Americans? That is, they should have the same language, culture, values, and belief systems as do we. What if we viewed becoming an American as also a process? The culture by its warm embrace of new arrivals can establish both American value #1 and American culture # 1. We believe our history is one of immigrants and that over all immigrants…those arriving NOT as Americans…are a large part of what makes this a great country.
I remember my 5th or 6th generation American and great-grandfather. The last of his family arrived in 1740. He was born shortly after the Civil War. English was still his second language. Pennsylvania Dutch was his primary form of verbal communication. Yet the nation had been patient with him and the ancestors who bore him. He worked on the railroad and lost his leg in an accident with a caboose. He was a truant officer in his township. Two histories of the town list him and his family as “a prominent family in our town”. Thick accent and all, someone seen as very much one of them…an American.
As Christians, much less as Americans, we get into great trouble whenever we think someone ought to begin as already accomplished at whatever it is they might be starting. Do we really think Babe Ruth hit a home run the first time he grabbed a bat as a child? As Christians we begin as a child of God claimed by God in baptism. We have yet to be molded by beliefs, values, and morals held dear by Christianity and Christians. But we were and have been held by a community of believers. Such is a process and it takes time. I know for me, it continues to take time. Like Maya Angelou, I am not quite there yet. I will have to wait for after this life when God takes me there.
Such an insight ought to give us all a little patience with any on a journey to becoming. I confess to being as impatient as any on such matters. Living in the West there are always so many new people. Often they are also new at their jobs and need time and more experience to better learn their tasks. As someone who still wonders how my first congregation put up with all my greenhorn mistakes, I should be more patient with those new to their craft. I wish I could say I always am, but alas, too many times, not so. But take heart…God is patient. Can we take from God’s great store of patience and use it toward others on their various journeys? Can we be part of the journey of others on their way to becoming?