By Mark Van Steenwyk
*This is the 11th installation of a year-long series of posts from contributors all over North America each answering the question, “How would you define radical discipleship?” We will be posting responses regularly on Mondays during 2019.
What is Radical Discipleship? This used to be a fairly simple question to me. Now? Not so much.
Fifteen years ago, with the confidence of a late 20’s white seminarian, I “planted” a church whose only real mission was to take Jesus seriously. Soon, that new church experiment mutated into a full on intentional community, a sort of hybrid between a catholic worker house and a hippy Mennonite Church. We called ourselves the Mennonite Worker.
At our most active, we were two dozen active Workers spread out between three houses of hospitality with up to a dozen guests at a time. Fueled by stacked boxes of dumpstered foodstuffs, we kept a nightly pace of community meals. Driven by a vision of Jubilee, we recklessly offered hospitality beyond our mental and emotional capacity. Inspired by prophetic legends, we marched and protested and disobeyed. Our weekly worship services were filled with laughter and hope, anxiety and discouragement, and above all, longing for a better world.
During our busiest years, I was helping throw radical conferences, editing a radical webzine, producing a radical podcast, and traveling the country talking about radical Jesus. Sometime in there my wife and I had a son and I became frustrated how it slowed me down.
I was driven. To me, being a radical disciple meant trying my hardest to be like Jesus, or at the very least I’d settle for John the Baptist.
It was John who said:
“You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the wrath to come? Bear fruit worthy of repentance. Do not presume to say to yourselves, ‘We have Abraham as our ancestor’; for I tell you, God is able from these stones to raise up children to Abraham. Even now the ax is lying at the root of the trees; every tree therefore that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.” (Matthew 3:7b-10)
Being a “radical” disciple meant confronting and opposing Empire. It was an inner scream against injustice. It meant uprooting oppression. And being a radical “disciple” meant doing that first bit like Jesus.
Predictably, I was on the fast track to breakdown. And it didn’t come all-at-once. It was a four year process of crisis and exhaustion from which I’m still recovering.
You see, I kinda had it wrong. I thought “radical discipleship” was a performative thing. Something you strive for. Something external to me to which I must conform. It was work, exhausting work, and I assumed that if I pushed hard enough, it would all click.
Somewhere in the early days of burnout, when my soul knew it was starving, I read these words from Simone Weil: “Whoever is uprooted himself uproots others. Whoever is rooted himself doesn’t uproot others.” (from the The Need for Roots)
I knew what I was experiencing was a deep feeling of uprootedness. I didn’t feel firmly planted. I was spiritually malnourished. I was trying to live up to a radical blueprint, one that had been reinforced by hundreds of stories about radical heroes. I was trying to conform to an image outside of myself.
And I was falling short. I wanted to embrace simplicity like Saint Francis. Welcome the unhoused like Dorothy Day. Protest like a Berrigan. Organize like Dr. King. And, in all things, love like Jesus.
But you can’t make yourself into these things. Instead, I found myself increasingly resenting the affluent, hiding in my room from house-guests, becoming cynical about activism, and unable to even really love myself.
I wish I knew as a late 20s seminarian, what I know now: to be a radical disciple is to be rooted like Jesus, rooted IN Jesus.
A radical discipleship that is merely performative, one that is animated only by a desire to do everything right and oppose everything wrong is an uprooted discipleship. Radical discipleship needs deep roots. It must be animated by the Spirit, who give us life.
Please understand. I’m not saying (as so many do) that the struggle for justice is secondary to our personal spirituality. Nor am I saying that attending to our spiritual life, by some divine magic, will automatically transform us into radical practitioners.
No, what I am saying is that our radical discipleship must be transformative, not just performative.
Radical discipleship is about discernment, not following a script.
Radical disciples aren’t simply trying to be LIKE Jesus. Rather we try to do the work along with Jesus.
Radical discipleship flows out of love of God, the land, and people (including ourselves) for these are where we put down roots.
Mark Van Steenwyk is the Executive Director at CPI. Mark is a writer, teacher, organizer, and spiritual director. For nearly 15 years, Mark has sown seeds of subversive spirituality throughout North America. He co-founded the Mennonite Worker in Minneapolis in 2004 with his wife Amy. Mark is the author of That Holy Anarchist, The unKingdom of God, and A Wolf at the Gate. You can find out more about Mark here.
2 thoughts on “Where We Put Down Our Roots”
This hit home. Can you say more about what that rooting process looked like? Did your son play a role in this?
Part of the rooting process, for me, was recognizing my limitations and embracing them as good. My son played a big role in that in a few ways. One way was that parenting just takes a lot of time and energy. And it forced me to create priorities.
But my son also made me think of the bigger picture. What am I really going for, here? How do I want my son to grow up? What do I want him to take away from his relationship with me as a father?
Another part of the rooting process has been a deeper recognition for spiritual depth. I’ve always been deeply spiritual. But I realized that my intentional community, as it was set up (in a somewhat typical Catholic Worker fashion) wasn’t helping me feel spiritually grounded. And so I needed to make some tough decisions about how I might shift from intense communal radicalism that was geared for 20 somethings looking for a 5 year (or less) stint of radical living to a gentler radicalism geared for a family of three.
And still another part of the process was coming to terms with my mental health. I have issues with depression and anxiety. I have my entire life. I needed to honor my body and be realistic about my needs. And re-frame my relationships in light of those needs. And that meant working for a different sense of community, nurturing different sorts of relationships.