In case you didn’t know, huge number of Christians, particularly in the West, are either having serious questions about the faith they have been schooled in, or are ditching it altogether. Many books address the phenomenon—commonly known as ‘deconstruction’—and this is one of them. It is:
Out of the Embers: Faith after the Great Deconstruction by Bradley Jersak (Whitaker House, 2022).
Jersak is a Canadian theologian and one-time pastor, who has been through a harrowing deconstruction of his own, including a nervous breakdown and suicidal thoughts. But he has emerged from it all with a Jacob-like limp, to love and serve Christ with a newfound energy and simplicity. So, intellectual that he is, he writes with depth and passion and not just as a theorist. He is sympathetic to his readers, too, understanding that everyone’s experience of deconstruction in unique.
He chooses to look at the subject under five broad categories: Be-leaving (parting company with one’s church family); Liberation (escaping prison-like restriction); Trauma (suffering serious mental and spiritual injury); Purgation (allowing our experience to rid us of unhealthy attachments); and Illumination (choosing to turn towards the light of God in the midst of the turmoil). Each section is tellingly illustrated with real-life cases.
But, unusually for books on this topic, his focus is not exclusively on personal deconstruction. He is well aware that, across the world, whole societies are undergoing major deconstruction, and he addresses this issue, too, to provide a context for our personal experiences. He does so using the famous story of the ‘seven sleepers’ of Ephesus. The ‘prophets’ he references under this figure are Moses (as a basis for apophatic theology), Plato, Voltaire, Kirkegaard, Dostoevsky, Nietzsche and Simone Weil, all of whom, in their own way, saw into the future to what is happening today in the deconstruction of the worldview of societies, foreseeing movements such as nihilism and existentialism.
The majority of Christians grappling with personal faith-deconstruction may well not be too interested in these broader societal aspects. But their experience will have been touched by them whether they realise it or not, and Jersak’s decision to include a treatment of them will no doubt be of real help to those willing to examine his analysis.
In drawing his work to a close, Jersak draws encouragement from some figures from history who came through a period of deep spiritual adversity, showing the way forward: Ann Roza, Blandina of Lyon, Lydia Grammakova and Howard Thurman. Their stories are inspiring and will give you hope, if you yourself are struggling. In Christ, there is indeed something worth living—and dying—for!
This is a deep and substantial book of 450 pages, but one full of wisdom, insight and love for all who wish to reconstruct a fractured Christian faith. And if you are in any kind of pastoral ministry, I’d suggest it should be required reading!
[Here is a selection of quotations, with page numbers]
The phenomenon of what has been popularly labeled “deconstruction” is not a passing fad but names a genuine crisis of faith that millions of Christians, largely through no conscious decision of their own, are now facing. (p17 – foreword by Brian Zahnd)
I have coined the phrase “The Great Deconstruction” to describe the current wave of migration out of previous faith forms into new understandings of God (for better or worse) and/or the mass exodus from faith altogether. (p22)
Jesus uses vine-to-wine imagery in John 15. That metaphor calls to me because it’s more than just “deconstructive”—it’s about growth and pruning, then more growth and plucking, then on to crushing and ferment, followed by enrichment. The whole process is at work in you and me right now. It is occurring in individuals and in faith groups, especially throughout Western civilization. It’s hard and it’s scary and it’s good. (p25)
I’m not very sympathetic toward unrepentant fundamentalism when I see it disguised in pseudo-enlightened progressive sheepskins. (p28)
For me, strutting to victory is a lost cause—triumphalism makes me ill. I walk with a spiritual limp. I trust no one who doesn’t. (p29)
We cannot and must not superimpose our unique experiences on others to minimize their stories of genuine spiritual abuse or to diminish the joy they feel after a prison break from religious bondage. (p41)
Those who leave their congregations—whether pastors or congregants—frequently go through a first painful stage, passing from communion to alienation, from community to isolation, from relative stability to spiritual vertigo. Panic may ensue. (p47)
Maybe the reason so much social-media deconstructionism sounds wonderful is that it ignores the broken hearts who not only lost their faith but also their families, meaning, hope, and joy. They feel marginalized and silenced when they don’t meet the expectations of “successful,” happy-clappy deconstructionists. (p50)
Who knows, Christ may have been the architect of your jailbreak in the first place. Yes, even from cellblocks within Christianity! “Let my people go!” he shouts against whatever social system has become the new Egypt, the new Babylon, the new Rome—regardless of whether his name appears on its marquee. Christ, our great Deconstructionist, has always been about breaking out of damp dungeons and dark tombs—and as he surfaces, he brings a host of captives with him. (p53)
We shouldn’t quickly jump to judgments about what is happening in anyone’s leaving. Any given departure could be fleeing or following, and, more often than we know, both at once. (p56)
This is where “shaking the dust off our feet” makes new sense to me. The dust we carry is none other than attachments to our former way of being—the ways our resentments still keep us hooked to who we were and anyone or any group that reminds us of that old self. (p61)
Many of us have felt our faith metamorphosis as a kind of emergence, like butterflies from the chrysalis. More than merely escaping, we experienced transformation. Old parts of our life—ways of thinking, ways of being, ways of acting—dissolved, and we sprouted wings. (p68)
Many of my friends describe their deconstruction, even out of Christianity, as a second conversion—not unlike the mainline Protestants who experienced a “second blessing” or the Catholic mystics who “saw the light.” (p68)
I’m afraid that many progressives are so focused on the first trauma (bad religion) that they are unaware of or undersell how acutely traumatizing, how shattering, deconstruction itself can be. (p80)
The only prayer I prayed for a very long time was, “Lord, have mercy.” Nothing else came. Nothing else was needed. (p85)
[My parents] raised me on “Jesus loves me this I know” and urged me to remain open to the Spirit when I was entrenched in dispensationalism, cessationism, and an early form of neo-Reformed Calvinism. I’ve shared how those systems and the revivalists who spread them traumatized me with a fear of hell, Armageddon, and being “left behind.” So, when it comes to toxic faith, I can relate, believe me. (p93)
Among Simone Weil’s reasons for faith outside the door, the most pressing and persistent that can be noted across her notebooks and letters is her belief that God loves the entire world, and that this good news includes everyone—and yet the church does not. (p95)
We should not paint the whole Christian movement with one wide, condemning brush. Nor should we imagine Christianity holds the monopoly on love, kindness, inclusion, and healing. It’s not that simple. (p99)
Deconstruction happens. And then? Whether the water turns to wine, Kool-Aid, or cyanide is not random happenstance. Outcomes are determined by the hope, cynicism, or fanaticism of the spiritual voices, scripts, or herds we follow, whether mindfully or with glazed eyes. (p102)
Our entire culture is passing through a major period of disorientation, deconstruction, and tumult. Just as individuals break free from a constrictive belief system or experience a colossal collapse, so it is with societies. (p104)
Thus, Sinai became ground zero for all deconstruction—and the golden calf an archetype for every idolatrous construct thereafter. (p119)
In the via negativa, knowing God comes as we unknow all that which we thought we knew. (p121)
The Cappadocians and their spiritual progeny…recognized that apophasis on its own would just dissolve God into a vague, ethereal nothingness. That’s not what they meant. They combined their rigorous apophasis (what God is not, what cannot be said about God) with an equally essential counterpoint: kataphasis (affirmation)—who God is, what God has revealed, and what may be said about God. (p123)
Is Plato even relevant to us today? Tertullian famously asked, “What has Athens to do with Jerusalem?” A whole lot, as it turns out. For Christians, certainly, his prophecy of the crucifixion four hundred years before the fact is notable! (p140)
Let’s examine Socrates’s historic “cave analogy” in Plato’s Republic. After Moses, I would regard this parable, “The Allegory of the Cave,” as the fountainhead of Western deconstruction. In due time, we’ll see how the apostle John subsumes and inverts the “Cave” in the prologue to his Gospel. (p140)
Metanoia is neither self-loathing anguish nor simply a “change of mind.” Rather, metanoia is the complete reorientation (turning around) of the nous (our minds, hearts, and lives) toward the overtures of divine Love. (p145)
To paint Voltaire, the great deconstructionist, as either a demon or a saint is simplistic. On the one hand, in his bitterness, Voltaire’s propaganda against Christianity could be unfair, cruel, and misleading… But we ought not to overlook the apparent contraries: that he continued to attend the Catholic Mass throughout his life, became a public defender of religious liberty, and, in February of his final year, allegedly confessed, “I die adoring God, loving my friends, not hating my enemies, and detesting superstition.” (p159)
Voltaire’s attacks on Christianity and his wish for it to dissolve are specific to its superstitious fanaticism and sectarian violence, its hostility toward tolerance and human freedom. This is what he’s deconstructing. That these dysfunctions persist make him relevant today. (p170)
Today, we would regard Christendom as a cultural assumption even in liberal democracies that claim separation of church and state. Christendom exists among any faith group that imagines they live in a nation or culture that was historically Christian, continues to be Christian, or should be Christianized again. (p184)
What Nietzsche saw was that, having abandoned Christendom’s brittle faith, the fathers of modernity failed to provide adequate resources to create meaning. Modern rationalism, scientific materialism, and social engineering aren’t up to dealing with the BIG questions of love, grief, faith, or death. (p189)
Nietzsche was not a nihilist. Don’t shoot the messenger. He was the doomsday prophet warning us of nihilism. (p189)
“God is dead. We killed him. And now we’re god. Watch the bloodbath.” Nietzsche predicted an even greater darkness unleashed in the world, and he was right: those who offered an escape from the human condition, only to worsen it. The deconstruction contracted into a singularity, then erupted as a great and more terrible destruction. Not only would post-theist theories renege on their promise, but, in less than a century, the anti-faith utopian projects would eclipse the body count of every religious genocide in history combined! (p193)
Affliction (what Simone Weil calls “malheur”—non-redemptive suffering) quickly exposes those aspects of faith that are less than faith or pseudo-faith: benign mental assent to doctrinal creeds, inherited religious rituals, flaccid moralism, or a host of fantastical “god” projections of our own making. (p208)
If our faith drives us into denial or triumphalism, rather than taking up the cross that Christ has offered, it is toxic. (p215)
… the Amish and Old Mennonite traditions where the community releases their teens for a season into the wilderness of worldly experiences before they decide whether to be baptized and remain with the colony. (p218)
Kierkegaard wielded the sharp edge of his literary scalpel (or sword) not to slay Christian faith but to purge and renew it—to make it authentic and relevant, a matter of individual faith and not just a club to join or herd to follow. His agenda was not to slay Christianity but to see it resurrected. (p221)
For Kierkegaard, nothing is as dangerous as following the crowd and believing that you’re following Jesus. (p224)
Kierkegaard surely mourns, “How long?” with the martyrs under the altar when he hears “personal relationship”—a phrase I suspect he coined—diminished to a twentieth-century evangelical banality. (p236)
Dostoevsky’s contribution to our moment is that, like Nietzsche, he prophesies how treacherous the trajectory of cultural deconstruction would become in his time. The path he sees and foresees is necessary, inevitable, and terribly perilous. (p256)
When protests and pamphlets and lobbying fail to bring about the justice we demanded, someone lights a fire. So, while Kierkegaard writes that Christianity is incendiary, for Dostoevsky, the real arsonists are those progressives whose torches are ignited by disillusionment. Liberal utopian overreach is exposed as just another useless crusty wineskin. It’s a very volatile moment when any social revolution realizes that its dreams are doomed but continues the revolution for its own sake. (p256)
Today, nationalism fuels the violent cult of Putin and his possessed Orthodox sycophants. (p260)
Any account of God or humanity that needs to sweep affliction under the rug is worthless. (p266)
How can Simone Weil—how can we—simultaneously conceive of the absence of God in affliction and the presence of God in mercy? We can’t. We can only behold Christ’s anguish and be held by divine Love, both at once, in the crucifixion. (p280)
Salvation IS the via dolorosa—not just the first or the last step of the journey, but the whole path, our struggle, our life. Seeing salvation as a becoming is hard for Western minds, which often demand to know who is “in” and who is “out,” when I’m “in” and when I’m “out,” whether I’m secure or whether I can “lose it.” In our insecurity, we lust for certitude about when and how and for whom the hell-for-heaven deal is closed. (p294)
Wherever ordinary people—as unholy and afflicted as we are—open our hearts to see the pain beneath another’s sin and shed a tear in humble solidarity, we become participants in God’s grace, agents in their salvation and in our own as well. (p309)
An objective, dispassionate assessment of much of the church today is that it has become mired in compromise and corrupted by politicization, and it is experiencing a freefall of influence—and rightly so. That’s the narrative of embers and ashes, and it’s not wrong. It’s also not the final word. (p314)
Christendom has had a series of revolutions, and in each one of them, Christianity has “died.” “Christianity has died many times and risen again; for it had a God who knew the way out of the grave.” [quoting G.K. Chesterton] (p316)
After deconstruction, after freefall, out of the embers, what? Inexplicable hope. Over and again, I encounter faith in those who had lost their faith and resigned from seeking. It’s hard to describe, but, when it happened in me, it felt like “faith from elsewhere,” a gift of faith. (p317)
Killing Christians was as effective at stamping out Christianity as trying to eradicate dandelions by blowing their seeds to the wind. (p338)
Pick a marginalized group—those with a history of oppression as outsiders to privilege and power. It could be women, refugees, racial or sexual minorities, people with disabilities, victims of occupation or genocide—you name it. If they’ve experienced their disadvantage or subjugation as a point of communion with Christ, their gospel is a truth I need to hear. (p345)
This is and always has been the paradox of the cross and the martyrs—that the Lamb so brutally slain is the gospel’s critique of worldly power and the revelation of true authority: divine love, liberation, and hope. (p349)
Thurman laments the ways our nations masquerade racial hatred as patriotism during times of war, draping it in a flag to make it respectable and even sacred. (p354)
Who dares tell the Palestinian refugee or the Black child of enslaved people or civilian victims of a drone attack to imagine their oppressor could, or even should, be considered a fellow child of God? Not me. But Jesus does. (p357)
Valarie Kaur—a Sikh faith leader and civil rights activist, and the founder of Revolutionary Love Project—has proposed that a vital step toward reconciliation is replacing the word “enemy” (a fixed identity) with “opponent” (a fluid category). (p358)
While I’m not naïve, I’m also not cynical or hopeless. I believe Jesus is the Lord of history and will not fail in his promise to “make all things new.” (p375)
While God promises a good end, the journey depends on real people making authentic choices—with help from God, but without interference from him. For real. King Jesus only reigns by the wise persuasion of the cross—by love—never at any point by force or coercion. Those are the actual rules of play. No magic. (p377)
In the faithfulness of God, there is a new dawn in which Christ restores all things and resurrects all people. But we don’t get there by surviving. We get there by dying. And it’s not only a remnant that’s rescued—it’s everyone. Didn’t Paul say: “For God has bound everyone over to disobedience so that he may have mercy on them all” (Rom 11:32 NIV)? (p380)
Jesus didn’t come to rescue a remnant out of a collapsing universe—he came to mobilize partners in his “Behold, I’m making all things new” movement. (p380)
Chapter 8 of Paul’s letter to the Romans is our clearest description of the dance between God’s promises and our participation in experiencing them. (p384)
Maybe the experience of communion is contingent—God awaits our attendance and willing participation. It’s unfair to claim God is absent when we’re the no-show to the banquet. (p392)
It’s ironic that so many Evangelicals grow up hearing how spiritual disciplines are “works-righteousness,” despite also being encouraged to have an active commitment to “daily devotions.” We preached anti-works and grace alone, yet we frequently became worse than the medieval Catholics in our efforts to achieve relationship with God. I’ve seen the spiritual exhaustion generated in Evangelical revivalism and the charismatic renewal where “religion” was decried, even while the revivalists were driving the herd into a frenzy of “pressing in” to convince God to “show up” (measured by the altar call). The prophets of Baal would have been impressed. Too harsh? No. I led those meetings, urged by host pastors to “make God come”… The premise of revival meetings seemed to be, “God is not here, and we need to get him here. We need to do something to entice him.” (p397)
… the discussion between Jesus and Nicodemus in John 3:16–21, where Jesus says that he hasn’t come to threaten the world with condemnation but to address humanity’s current dilemma—that we’re already perishing. He’s come to walk us out of perishing and into eternal life, which he defines later not as being in heaven when you die but knowing God now (John 17:3). The question is not so much about life after death as it is, “Is there life before death?” (p400)
Sadly, whenever the church has fancied itself as God’s kingdom here on earth, it has regularly mirrored capitalistic greed (figuratively and literally) rather than kenotic (self-giving) love. (p404)
This sense of impotence in the face of general social complexity conspires to lead people to jump on any bandwagon that makes just one thing simpler. [quoting David Goa] (p407)
While our experience of God (as presence or absence) during liminal seasons is largely involuntary, our orientation and approach to God is not. We can enter the door, exit the door, stand at the door. We do have some agency. (p426)
I was asked, “How can I have this living communion with God…now?” It’s troubling, isn’t it, that we aren’t even aware that we already have it? … If I am alienated from or inattentive to myself, detached from others, or disconnected from God’s good earth, how will I commune with God when that’s precisely where God lives? (p433)
Here are my reviews of other books by Brad Jersak:
Shrinking Capital
25 April 2024A politician was ranting about ‘British values’.
Sadly, these are losing their currency as younger Brits seem intent on seeking fun without restriction, he moaned. Gone is respect for the elderly and for authority-figures. Kindness to others has been ditched for ‘looking after number one’. Alcohol and drug abuse are on the rise. Youngsters carry knives. Family life is disintegrating. Sexual mores have hit an all-time low.
Let’s get back to good old ‘British values’, he went on.
But what exactly does that mean? Time was when British society could claim to be based broadly on Christian values. The Ten Commandments and the teaching of Jesus provided the framework for how people lived their lives. Sure, many had no active Christian faith of their own. They were not even churchgoers, but they adhered without question to the broad guidelines of ‘love your neighbour as yourself’ and ‘do to others as you would have them do to you’.
You could say they were living off the ‘spiritual capital’ built up by previous generations whose more active Christian faith had put plenty into the bank. But they no longer talked of ‘Christian values’. Like the ranting politician, anxious not to tread on any toes, they called them ‘British values’.
Lots of folk in Britain continue to live off that capital. Most have never given any thought as to why they live by the standards they do. They just aim to ‘do the right thing’, drawing on the diminishing reserves in the bank with no awareness that the balance is getting ever lower. And one day, unless something is done about it, the capital will run out.
For myself, I want to put something into the account. As far as I can see, the only way of doing that is by living out an active Christian faith, not a passive capital-draining one—being serious about what I believe, putting it into everyday practice, and being proactive in sharing the ‘good news of the gospel’ with others.
I don’t want my epitaph to be, ‘He spent his kids’ inheritance.’
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