“Take a knee,” he said. We all knelt as he explained the next play.
I didn’t play football for long. Let’s be honest: it wasn’t my calling in life. Team sports leave me largely exhausted, and team players find me largely exhausting.
But for the short time I did play, we took a knee every time we had to hash through something.
“Take a knee,” she said as I grew really tired standing next to my wife during the birth of our second son. Neither birth was long, mind you, but I had been standing up and needed to hold the hand…but also needed not to be on my feet the whole time. I was going to give out, too. So I knelt.
I took a knee by the bedside as we waited for something new to be birthed.
“I invite you down on your knees,” he said as I took my ordination vows. Hands were laid on me and people spoke words over me, and I responded back, about how we’d try to care for God’s people and the world.
The position of humility, but also of power, of one assuming the mantle.
Their knees all bumped up against the counter as they sat there, still. They couldn’t order anything, and they were harassed right out of their seats, and yet there they sat, knee to knee, protesting their right to exist at the same counter as their white counterparts.
It was another position of humble power.
We take a knee to hash things out, to encourage new things to be born, to take vows, and yes, to sit in and protest when things aren’t going well.
Are things going well? Maybe it depends on who you ask.
But if my brother and sister are in trouble, it stands to reason that I’m in trouble…or will be soon…so maybe we do need to take a knee to hash it out.
And, from a Christian perspective, look…standing up for a flag, saluting, even putting your hand over your heart, the early church would absolutely be shocked that Christians ever do such a thing.
For the early church the choice was clear: you were either part of the empire, or you followed the God seen through Christ.
For that early church, you could not do both. Any allegiance to anything other than Christ was allegiance misplaced.
And that was true until the church and politics got married…certainly the definition of a “marriage of convenience.”
Convenient for whom, though? Are they still married? Can we pledge allegiance to both today?
Maybe we should take a knee and discuss it. It’s worth discussing.
Now, please don’t get me wrong…I’m not suggesting you shouldn’t stand for the national anthem or salute the flag or place your hand over your heart. I fully believe you’re welcome to wrestle with whatever you do or refrain from…whatever it is you decide to do.
Women and men died for the flag; yes. That can’t be denied, and should be honored and respected. Why did they die? How did they die? For what did they die? That’s all part of this discussion, you know…not just that they died.
There is a larger conversation that is trying to happen here, some things that are trying to be birthed, some ways we need to figure out if we’re keeping our vows to one another as a country, some people who are protesting the fact that they feel left out of the promises our flag stands for.
So perhaps we should take a knee and discuss it all. It’s worth discussing.