Lectionary Sermons, Year A

Unshakable Kingdom in a Shaken World

Matthew 25:31-46; Hebrews 12:18-29

Christ the King Sunday, Year A

            How are you doing, friends?  I am wondering if you have recovered your bearings yet after the election earlier this month. It was exhausting and stressful for us all, and the outcome does not change the fact that we have a lot of work to do.  We need to think and pray about how we are acting out our values in our behavior and our conversations.  It is Christ the King Sunday.  Are we living as God’s people, as those who honor Jesus Christ as King on this Sunday and every other day?

            It seems to me that elections at all levels are about which candidate’s values you support and whether you align with the way he or she intends to carry them out.  Right? 

            Another way of looking at those issues is in terms of suffering.  How do the people running for office intend to help relieve suffering, or even avoid it if possible?  My sense is that many candidates aspire to do that to some degree, and want our backing to accomplish it.  

            In Jesus’ parable of the sheep and the goats, the values of the king are demonstrated in the sorting between sheep and goats, according to the ways each one treated “the least of these, who are members of my family”: people in prison or homeless, those who are sick or lacking the basic necessities for survival.  Jesus is the king who is compassionate and expects his subjects to be compassionate too.  He will not claim those who do not. 

            There is a more fearsome ruler depicted in Hebrews, the God who appeared with “volcanic blaze and earthshaking rumble” at Mt. Sinai, who terrified Moses and all the people.  Yet the writer of Hebrews says that this is no longer the image the people have to contend with.  They are inhabitants of the New Jerusalem, God’s kingdom where Jesus has forged a new covenant with us, the promise of grace. 

            Quite a contrast.  Not too harsh but not too soft then.  Ours is a king who expects us to follow in his way, the way of caring for the needs of others. 

            This is what all of us want, right?  We want to ensure that the people of our nation are treated fairly and have what they need.  We all agree on that!  We cannot agree on how to do it.  And no president—past, present, or future—can deliver those outcomes.

            Because a president is one thing.  A king is another. 

            Or I should say, a divine king who is also Savior and Healer as well as Judge. 

            It’s a shaky, frightening world we inhabit.  We need good human leaders of course.  We have to do the best we can with what we have.  But we are limited in our understandings and automatically selfish in our motives, every single one of us, including the best of our leaders. 

            Hebrews 12 speaks of “an unshakable kingdom.”  That sounds more solid, more hopeful.  We might infer that we are protected as God’s people.  We’re safe!  But that is not what the text says.  The shaking refers to God culling away whatever does not promote God’s way: “a thorough housecleaning, getting rid of all the historical and religious junk so that the unshakable essentials stand clear and uncluttered.”  (The Message)

Troubles will come to everyone, but God’s covenant people will be secure in their relationship with God no matter what. God will hold us firm when we put our trust in Him.

            The New Testament writers agree.  Followers of Jesus Christ will not be exempt from suffering.  When troubles do come, it is an opportunity to trust God, to drive our faith deeper into the bedrock of God’s goodness and steadfast love.  And we are certainly experiencing troubles now. 

            Our hope does not lie in anything we can accumulate, display, protect, or thrust at the world in defiance.  Our hope does not lie in gaining control, or in being liked, or in feeling financially secure. Our hope lies in Jesus Christ alone.  Those who trust in him will remain.  “…the world and its desire are passing away, but those who do the will of God live forever,” states 1 John 2:17.

            So we gain perspective on the terrible news of the day.  People whose only focus is personal gain, or power over others, or any of a long list of self-centered pursuits, will not endure. Armies will not endure.  Corporations will not endure.  Monuments, skyscrapers, even governments will not endure.  Your 401K will not endure.  The only thing that is guaranteed is our identity and security in Jesus Christ.

            What will endure is God’s love poured out for us, and the love we allow to flow through us to others, the least of the members of Jesus’ family.  Love endures.  God’s life in us endures.  The relationship endures. 

            There are shake-ups in these present times that foreshadow the great shaking of God’s judgment.  Surely the pandemic is revealing the integrity and compassion of millions of workers as well as everyday neighbors and friends.  The folks who will not give up on their churches or communities or neighbors, those who are generous to help businesspeople and laid off workers make it through.  The ones who are caring for the least of these. 

            The election shook us up, straining personal relationships and revealing what is or is not holding us together.  It was sure to make some people feel vindicated and others devastated. 

            But our hope is not in our elected leaders!  It is not in the best of platforms or legislation or court rulings or even our hard-won freedom. 

            Our unshakable hope is in our King and Shepherd, Jesus Christ.  He draws the line of judgment clearly for us, helping us follow him with confidence in what he wants from us.  He promises to do away with unjust practices and institutions that lead to death, not life, for us. 

            We want someone with power, political power.  What we get is a power far greater: the power of our King’s undying love and unwavering justice. 

            Be politically active as you feel compelled to do but be sure to do it with the values of Jesus as your standard.  Many respected leaders try to help us move forward the best they know to do.  But they don’t know what God knows. 

            God knows our hearts.  God knows the unlikely, bottom-up methods Jesus demonstrated and taught, the way he embodied on the cross that was his ultimate glory.  Jesus healed us by going into the fire and the darkness, and he is there with us now. 

            Perhaps what we need right now is another kind of shake-up.  Might 2020 be the moment when God is inviting us to look inward and see how cluttered our values have become?  I ask these questions of all of us, myself included.  Have our thoughts and schedules become entangled with too many ideologies and arguments?  Do we need to confess that we have put our trust in anything other than God?  Or maybe we will simply see how our own selfishness has crowded out the gospel message of Jesus in our own hearts. It is painful, but we can come clean with God, and find peace.  

            We do this in our prayers of confession often.  I invite you to take some time to do some internal sorting, some clearing away of the inessentials in order to see the golden treasure God has placed inside each one of us: a love that is imperishable, unshakable, unfading, preserved by God for us.

Caretakers, Risk Takers, and Thanks-givers

Matthew 25:13-40

Proper 28A…Stewardship Sunday

           “525,600 minutes.”  How do you measure the moments in a year?  That’s what one song asks.[i]  And it is the same number for every one of us.

The steady passage of time might be the only equal measure we are given in our lives.  Otherwise each of us is a combination experiences and talents, ideas and yearnings that make us different from everyone else.

The man who left his servants in charge of different sums of money knew that each servant had different skills, and he doled it out accordingly, but he expected all three of them to do something with it.  In the parable Jesus told in Matthew 25, the master gave to each one “according to his ability.”

On this Stewardship Sunday, we consider this equation.  God gives each of us X amount of time, abilities, possessions, and we are responsible for the other side of the equation, the return on God’s investment in us.  Kind of a crude way to talk about it, but Jesus himself put it in those terms more or less.

He made us stewards of everything we have, and everything we are.  Stewards are caretakers, not owners.  Much as we might like to claim our houses, our land, our families as our own, that is not how we see it in the reign of God.  We see them as entrusted to us for a period of time, to put to good use.

How then do we as “caretakers” take care, really care for what God has entrusted to us?  We might not give it a second thought most days.  But then we read Psalm 90, and Moses talks about numbering our days: “teach us to count our days that we may gain a wise heart.”  Step back for a moment and realize that your life is finite.  You don’t want to reach the end of it and wish you had used it with more joy, done something more meaningful with your time.

Parables always seem to have a surprise or a twist in them.  Have you noticed that?  Last Sunday the young maidens who had to run off and buy oil were shut out of the wedding feast.  A shepherd searches for one stubborn sheep while risking the other 99.  A woman throws a party just for finding a lost coin.

These happen in Jesus’ stories because he has to help us understand how God’s reign works.  It is different from our way of thinking.

In this case, the servants are commended for taking risks by investing the money.   It was the one who wouldn’t take any risk at all who got thrown into “the outer darkness.”  For burying money in the ground!

Risk is one of those concepts that mean different things to different people.  Some people invest in the stock market directly, while others buy mutual funds, and still others wouldn’t do either one.  I like to travel overseas, but I know people who think flying that long over water is just too risky.

The master expected each servant to risk as much as he was given.  To risk it all, it seems.  So whether they have five, two, or one talent, they were expected to put it to work.  It’s kind of silly, but every time I read this parable, I think of Dolly Levi, the lead character in “Hello, Dolly,” who quotes her late husband: “Money is like manure; you have to spread it around, encouraging young things to grow.”  (Turns out he was quoting Thornton Wilder in The Matchmaker.)

I imagine that the return on investments that God expects from us is measured not in dollars but in the good they do.  We cannot quantify it, but we can expect God to use it in some way.  It never goes to waste.

We might be tempted to see it that way, that there had better be results we can see; otherwise we won’t take the risk of giving.  But faith means giving what God asks of us.  How much does God ask?  God asks for everything.  Jesus said, “Whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.”  “Deny yourself, take up your cross, and follow me,” he says.

We admire Jesus’ commitment, but then we turn away and tell ourselves to be more realistic.  We look for ways to soften this command of his.  We think faith is about feeling secure about life and about the hereafter.  To us faith is no more risky than believing a few things about God and Jesus.  It’s about “getting our theology right and then living a good life and avoiding bad things.”[ii]

But Jesus invites us to discipleship, which means investing our lives, risking them, stepping into what is uncomfortable for the sake of love.  “It is to be bold and brave, to reach high and care deeply.”[iii]  What we discover is that God meets us there with more life and faith and opportunity than we ever expected.

In some ways, faith is like the human body.  To be healthy, the body requires exercise.  A sedentary lifestyle will leave you diseased, can even hasten your death.  You need to “move it or lose it.”

Faith is exercised by accepting God’s invitation to do with God what we could never do on our own, whether it is giving more than you thought you could in the offering plate or finding out that the limits of your strength are greater than you thought.  It is to give out of love because that is just what God’s beloved people do.  God proves faithful in this process, making sure we always have enough left over for ourselves.

So, caretakers are risk takers in God’s reign, it’s a simple as that.

But there is one more thing about that one-talent servant that should not go unnoticed today.  This man had the nerve to blame his caution on the master himself, even accusing him of greed.  “I knew that you were a harsh man, reaping where you did not sow, and gathering where you did not scatter seed; so I was afraid, and I went and hid your talent in the ground. Here you have what is yours.”

I wonder if I have done that, actually blamed God for my disobedience, for not trusting God when I am asked to give.  I’m sure I have.  “God, you would want me to be responsible with this money, wouldn’t you?  You don’t want me to give it to somebody who might not deserve it.”  Does that sound familiar?

Or how about this: “If I get involved, people might think I actually approve of those people’s lifestyle.  You want me to have a good reputation, don’t you?  I think I’ll stay away.”  Or: “I know you’ve been asking me to stop spending so much on myself, but I’m supporting the local economy.”

We find ways to rationalize, when what is operative is fear.  Fear that we might not have enough, or look bad, or be uncomfortable.  So we end up hoarding what God has trusted us to put into circulation for the sake of the world God loves.  The servant had the ability to multiply the master’s money, but he was afraid of making a misstep, and he let that fear paralyze him.

We can tie ourselves in knots with the questions about how much to give, when to invest our time, whether to say yes or no to another request for volunteers.  Let me propose a solution to the anxiety.  It is found in a word I never noticed in the parable of the talents before: joy.

When the master commends two of the servants for increasing his funds, he gave them more to do and said it would be a joy to partner with them: “you have been trustworthy in a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.”

We find joy also in Paul’s letter to the Thessalonians that we read today: “Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.”  So, if you aren’t sure what to do, seek joy, pray, and give thanks.

Gratitude is a way of life that will enliven and expand your faith.  It is one of the ways we rejoice.  Instead of agonizing about what to do with what you have, give God thanks for it.  Look around you and start identifying things you appreciate.  They are gifts from God.  Focus on the beauty of your surroundings and give thanks.  Look for goodness in a person you struggle to like, and give thanks.  Pause before you eat, or sleep, or wash your face, and give thanks for your food, your bed, clean water.

Make gratitude a daily, intentional practice, and see how it deepens your faith.   Notice what happens inside you when you give some of yourself away.  Your questions about stewardship will work themselves out.

God’s people are thanks-givers, not just this week on a holiday, but all the time.  It reminds us who is in charge (not us).  Doesn’t that take the pressure off your decision-making?  God is the source of all that you have and are and will be.  You can relax, because everything comes from God and belongs to God.  We are simply caretakers who take risks because we a partnering with a powerful and creative and compassionate God.

What a wonderful reason to give thanks.

[i] From “Seasons of Love” in “Rent” by Jonathan Larson.

[ii] Buchanan, John M. in Feasting on the Word, Year A, Vol. 4, 2011.  (Louisville: Westminster John Knox Press), p. 312.

[iii] Ibid.

Joy in the Big Picture

Matthew 25:1-13…Proper 27A

Be prepared.  Ho-hum.  Is that all we can get from the gospel today?  Make sure you have enough fuel for the party, for the trip, for the day?

At first glance, you might think that’s all Jesus was trying to say with the parable of the ten maidens, five of whom he called wise for having enough oil, and five he called foolish, for grabbing their lamps but not their refill flasks.  But you can learn that lesson in Boy Scouts; you don’t need the Bible for it.

The lamps and the oil aren’t the point of a celebration.  Right?  People fuss over all kinds of things when they want to throw a party, like decorations, and guest lists, and who sits next to whom.  Lots of practical details to iron out if you want to throw a really good shindig.  But then they need to cut loose and enjoy the party itself; otherwise there is no point to all that work.

Back in Jesus’ day, the bridegroom built a room or two onto his family’s house, and when everything was ready, they would make a big deal of his trip to the bride’s house to fetch her and take her to her new home.  (This is what Jesus was referring to in John 14:2-3 when he said, “I am going to prepare a place for you…I will come to fetch you to come and live with me.”)  Her bridesmaids didn’t dress up in frocks they would never wear again and carry flowers down a church aisle as they do today.  Instead they hung around outside her door so they could announce the arrival of the groom and the servants could start pouring the wine.  They needed to have lamps ready to light the way for the procession.  It was just a practical matter to have lamps and oil ready.

So when some of the bridesmaids were too hasty, too focused on themselves or the party or who-knows-what to remember their extra oil, nobody had the patience to make up for their carelessness.  The party was underway, after all.

I don’t like weddings in the gospel of Matthew, where people get left out in the cold for wearing the wrong garment or coming too late.  Better to read John’s version, where Jesus turns water into really good wine.

Leave it to Matthew to keep us in touch with reality.  You do lose out when you are careless, or focused on the wrong things.  Matthew’s warnings might seem harsh, but it is a kindness to make sure we don’t miss out on the great celebration God is preparing for us.

But we do.  We miss out on the fun far too often.  We neglect the practical parts of our faith, practices like simply showing up to be with God, bringing our cares and failures, letting God deal with our brokenness.  We ignore the needs of the poor, elevating our own preferences to the status of necessity, and then wonder why we can’t drum up compassion in ourselves.  We’re out of practice.  The lord of the party has to tell us, “I don’t know you,” because we have stayed away too long.

Or maybe we are not that careless, but we still miss out on the joy.  Our focus is trained on the cares of life that need our attention, but then we forget to look up.  We haven’t stepped back to look at the bigger picture for a while.  Maybe you can’t remember the last time you noticed God’s part in the scheme of things, and joy slipped away when you weren’t looking.

It is remarkable how many times Jesus talks about rejoicing, and joy.  He said his whole purpose was for us to enjoy an abundant life (John 10:10).  He came to free us from the burden of our sin, to forgive us and offer us the life in God’s reign that is all about trust, and love, and compassion.  We are not meant to trudge through life, worn down by our cares.

But it doesn’t work to tell you to be joyful, does it?  You can’t command joy.  Joy has a source, and it isn’t bought or learned or obtained in any way from someone or something else.  It is conceived within, whether it is within your own soul or within the community of God’s beloved.  It is organic, mysterious, alive.

The funny thing is that there are practical things you can do to have joy, as practical as making sure your wick is trimmed and you have enough oil.  Such simple things.

The first is to attend to your soul.  You are doing that this morning.  Do it every day, connecting with God in whatever fashion works for you.  Read the Scriptures, alone and in the company of others.  Listen to music, religious or otherwise.  Dust off that book of poetry you so loved as a college student.  Take a walk.  Watch a child at play.  You will be giving joy a chance to take shape within.

Second, help other people without expecting anything in return.  The prophet Amos voiced God’s disgust with worship that is not accompanied by efforts to do justice, to right the wrongs around us.  “Faith without works is dead,” is how James puts it. (James 2:17)

Last week Jane told me that the van had to be jumped in order to move it in the parking lot.  It hadn’t been used for months, so the battery went dead.  She left it running for a couple of hours to charge the battery.  We need to keep our compassion and servant muscles exercising so they will keep running smoothly.  Joy bubbles up when you give of yourself for the sake of someone in need.

Third, take the time to step back often, to see the big picture.  Get your nose out of your own business and see what is happening in your community, in the world.  Ask yourself where God is in the picture.  Talk to other people about how they see God at work, in your church and in the world.

I make a habit of naming these “God sightings” for the church council every month.  I see God at work among you in big and small ways, all the time!  From your faithfulness in worship and your friendly greetings before and after church, to the renewal of ministries with kids and teens, and a spanking new kitchen.  God is doing things here!  And God is busy in the world everywhere.  Pay real attention to the world around you, and see how God’s fingerprints begin to appear before your eyes, everywhere.  Joy will bubble up in the process.

We don’t have to wait to be joyful for Jesus’ coming someday.  Jesus comes to us every day, in innumerable ways.  He comes to us in the worship, in the Word, in the sacrament, in our mutual care.  He also appears in the reality of our world, in scientific queries and discoveries, in hospital rooms and board rooms, in the cries of the poor and the exuberance of an Irish jig.  His presence permeates everything, and brings us joy when we are aware of him.

In his Chronicles of Narnia, C.S. Lewis writes about a group of trolls who are given every opportunity to see the beauty and spaciousness of Narnia, the metaphor for God’s kingdom.  Even when the panorama is put before them, all they can see is ugliness.  When all the characters who follow the great lion Aslan are on their way to the beautiful, eternal Narnia to be with him forever, the trolls are gathered in their tight circle on the ground by the path, muttering and grumbling, unwilling to accept the invitation to a glorious life.  Their reality is confined to a small area a few yards wide, colorless and joyless.  They choose that reality.

I wonder if one of the reasons people are staying away from churches these days is because they aren’t detecting joy among us.  Are we too preoccupied with surviving?  With disagreements over morality or worship or money?  With sustaining programs that have had their day?  I pray that we can find a way to focus on God’s goodness and sharing it generously, joyous in our worship and work and play.  Doesn’t that sound like abundant life that Jesus promised?

If we as God’s people stay awake to the wonder of God’s goodness to us, the beauty of nature, and the big picture of belonging to God’s beloved community, will not joy burst forth and characterize our life together?  Even if it doesn’t have that much force at first, will it not change our own lives for the better?

Every person here is a walking work of art, a marvel of anatomy and memories and ideas and talent.  Each of us is an heir to the kingdom of God, a citizen of a vast universe, witness to the miracles of birth and the wisdom of old age, partakers the holiness of God.  Stay awake!  Let the seed of God’s joy take root and bear its goodness in your life, for the body of Christ, for the world.

When Less is More

Matthew 5:1-12

All Saints Sunday 2017

          Leonard was a wealthy man.  I remember talking with him about that in the last days of his life.  His children would not be inheriting great sums of money or land.  His children were his wealth.  Leonard and Elsie barely scraped by on their small farm all of their lives, but theirs was a happy home.  Their children were devoted to them, and they still spend as much time together as possible.  Leonard was truly wealthy in love and joy, despite what he lacked otherwise.

I have known many people who embody the Beatitudes we read today, including Leonard.  Poor in spirit, meek, merciful.  Blessed are they, Jesus said.

In Jesus’ time, blessing was understood to be material wealth.  Way back in the book of Deuteronomy, Moses was told that those who obeyed God would be blessed.  Their lives would reflect God’s favor.  Somehow that got turned around to mean that if someone was wealthy, they sure look like they were blessed, so they must be pleasing God.  So wealth equaled blessing, and blessing was the same as wealth among the people Jesus encountered every day.

Jesus had a habit of challenging the ideas that people took for granted.  He said that blessing had nothing to do with wealth.  In fact, it was more about what people lacked than what they possessed.

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”  What does it mean to be poor in spirit?  Is it to lack confidence, or to be discouraged?  Are they actually poor, lacking material goods?  Either way, these blessed ones don’t have what they need to thrive.  They know what it is to ask for help, and to turn around and help others in the same way.  They understand why the kingdom of heaven—God’s ideal—is about everyone having enough.  Do you know anybody who is poor?

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”  I guess that covers everyone, because we all suffer from loss.  Those who mourn feel empty, deserted, adrift, having lost someone they love.  They are able to receive comfort because their sadness is real.  They can walk alongside others who are mourning, sharing the burden together.  Know anyone who is mourning?  Are you grieving right now?

“Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.”  Blessed are those who lack arrogance.  Because they are humble, they are able to embrace God’s values.  They are not busy putting themselves ahead of everyone else.  Sound like someone you know?

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.”  They hunger for God’s ways, letting go of their own self-righteousness, their own ideas of what God wants.  Living in God’s reign means freedom to love and grow and bless the world.  When you get a taste of it, you are hungry for more.  When you live into the life God created you for, you will be filled with joy and peace.  Are any of your friends longing for a life free of drama and striving, aching to love and be loved?

“Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy.”  The merciful let go of resentment and revenge.  They refuse to hold a grudge.  They understand that we are all broken, all in need of forgiveness.  Their hands are empty, open to love and not clenched to fight back.  Because they offer mercy so freely, they are apt to receive it in return.  I know a few people like that.

“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.”  The psalmist said it centuries before Jesus did:

“Who shall ascend the hill of the Lord?

And who shall stand in his holy place?

Those who have clean hands and pure hearts,

who do not lift up their souls to what is false,

and do not swear deceitfully.”  (Psalm 24:3-4)

These pure hearted folks do not cultivate sinful habits like cheating or lying.  Their hearts are not filled with hatred.  They are not preoccupied with covering their tracks or being suspicious.  Instead, when they look around, they can see God shining through nature and people and experiences.  I just had lunch with someone like that last week.

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.”  They lack cynicism, because they live in hope. Peacemakers choose to trust that the goodness of God has been wired into every person.  They look exactly like they were meant to look, like children of the God who loves all people.  Got anybody like that in your family?

“Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”  These do not let fear run their lives.  They know that there are those who may be able to harm their bodies, but their souls are safe in the love and promise of God.  I never knew someone like that personally until the last ten years of my life.  These friends inspire me.

It is always tempting to read the Beatitudes like a checklist, to see them as a kind of Lenten discipline to humble ourselves so we can be considered good Christians.  I suppose you can use them that way.

But I don’t think they were meant to be used.  They are observations that Jesus makes of the people around him.  Remember that the people with power in his time were mostly either Roman soldiers or temple authorities.  Jesus was talking to common people who struggled for survival, for dignity, for joy in the midst of their suffering.  They worked hard, with their hands.  They were meek, poor in spirit, mourning.  They longed for peace, for God’s righteousness to prevail over their oppressors.

So what Jesus was doing was honoring people who never got to be honored otherwise.  You are God’s beloved, Jesus told them.  God sees you, and blesses you.  You are the most able to glimpse and grasp the kingdom of God even if you wish for a better life.  You are God’s people right now, while you struggle.  While you think you lack so much, your lack leaves you open to God’s grace.

Isn’t that what we all need to hear?  That we don’t have to strive so hard to be worthy, to keep up, to be respected?  Perhaps we are too busy filling up what we think we lack.  We think our lives need more activity, more possessions, more status.  Maybe we need to slow down and read the Beatitudes again, to realize that our emptiness is exactly what God needs in order to fill us with divine love and goodness.

What do we usually think about God’s blessing?  Somehow we get it all tangled up with whether or not you are going to heaven after you die, which is a narrow definition of what it means to be saved.  In the New Testament, salvation is not about going to heaven when you die, even though there is talk of that in a few places.  Salvation is about being made whole, being called a child of God.

Jesus proclaimed people saved when there was no such thing as an Apostles Creed, no theories about his death and resurrection, no confirmation classes.  Christ-ordained baptism like ours today didn’t happen until the early church got going.  But Jesus told people they were God’s own, God’s blessed, regardless of what they believed or did to appear worthy as we would measure it.  He looked at the beggars, the lepers, tax collectors, widows forced into prostitution as the only way to make a living, and called them blessed!  That is what our Lord Jesus clearly stated, and we need to pay attention.

Today we celebrate All Saints, when we proclaim our hope in Jesus Christ.  We trust that our loved ones who have died are fully experiencing God’s presence.  They are the saints!

But we are also saints.  Simultaneously sinners and saints, we say, habitually straying from God’s commands but nevertheless redeemed through the cross of Jesus Christ.  “God proves his love for us in that while we still were sinners Christ died for us,” Paul writes (Romans 5.8).   He calls us beloved, God’s children, blessed, forgiven, able to do even greater things than the works that he did himself.

His beatitudes are for us too.  Blessed are you when you feel downhearted, Jesus tells you.  You are ready for the comfort that is real and true, the promise of my presence and love.  Blessed are you when you miss your spouse or your child who has died.  You understand what love is; you are experiencing the deepest dimensions of the love I gave you when you were together.

We are just ordinary people.  My friend Leonard was an ordinary man.  He loved his family.  He was a pilot of a small plane he used to take his family on trips.  He was disabled, and he had friends all over the world through his ham radio hobby.  He took videos of historic events in his community.  He ate his wife’s delicious cooking, food grown on their own farm.

Jesus looks at our ordinariness and calls it blessed.  He invites us into the circle of the divine with the Father and the Spirit.  He calls us family.

What makes us saints?  Jesus does.  Thanks be to God.

The Power of the Word

John 8:31-36

Reformation, Confirmation 2017

Beloved community of our Lord Jesus Christ,

It has been 500 years this week since Martin Luther nailed his propositions to a door for all to read.  His words were a spark, lighting a tinder of unrest and revolution that he never anticipated or even desired.  He wanted to coax the church back to its center, to remind the church authorities that God’s grace is not found in traditions or transactions but rather in the cross of Jesus Christ and the resurrection he shares with us.

But words have power, perhaps more power than even Luther expected.  His own words sprang from his personal experience with God’s grace.  He wanted everyone to be able to read about it in a Bible of their own language.

Words have power.

On this momentous weekend of both a church anniversary and students undergoing their Affirmation of Baptism, I want to say just a few words about words.

First, the Word of God.  I once stood in the room where Luther was said to have translated the Bible into German, the language of his people.  It was an ordinary room in Wartburg Castle.  That room reflects what God does for us, distilling the wisdom and beauty of God’s intentions for us into one book, in language that we can understand.  Ordinary words like “house” and “sky” and “life” and “shepherd.”  Yet in those simple words, we learn of a God who loves us deeply and eternally.

I am reminded of these words from the book of Deuteronomy, a message to God’s people right before they were to enter the promised land, not unlike the threshold our confirmands face this weekend:

“For ask now about former ages, long before your own, ever since the day that God created human beings on the earth; ask from one end of heaven to the other: has anything so great as this ever happened or has its like ever been heard of? Has any people ever heard the voice of a god speaking out of a fire, as you have heard, and lived? Or has any god ever attempted to go and take a nation for himself from the midst of another nation, by trials, by signs and wonders, by war, by a mighty hand and an outstretched arm, and by terrifying displays of power, as the Lord your God did for you in Egypt before your very eyes? To you it was shown so that you would acknowledge that the Lord is God; there is no other besides him.  (Deut 4.32-35)

We have these stories that we will know there is no other God. There is no other book in the world that will tell you of such a mysterious and loving God who reaches across eternity, into your mind and soul to draw you into the great story of purpose and meaning and beauty.

In July of 2004, the people of Ranonga, a small, remote island in the Solomon Islands, read the words of Christ for the first time in Lungga, their own language  This followed more than 20 years of fundraising efforts by the local people.  When the finished copies were finally made available and the people held before them the written words of Christ, a local pastor declared: “Today God has arrived in Ranonga.  He has arrived in our own culture and is speaking to us in our own language.”[i]

“Into a world of souls, some listening, others preoccupied, Jesus speaks in words common to all: ‘Here I am!  I stand at the door and knock.  If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in’ (Rev 3.20). To recognize a voice speaking in a language we understand is so much more than acknowledging a string of inanimate, recognizable words.  We recognize a person beyond the sounds, meaning within the language, an invitation in the face that somehow looks to ours even now.  How much more so this is true of the voice that first spoke into the silence and called the world forth by name.”[ii]

See, we not only have words about God and even words from God, teachings and dialogue from Jesus; we have The Word who is Jesus himself.  The apostle John said Jesus is the Word come to us from God:

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God.  All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being…And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s only son, full of grace and truth. (Jn 1.1-3, 14)

Even if you have trouble understanding the Scriptures, you can still know the Word of God when you know Jesus himself.  He said, “if you continue in my word, you are truly my disciples; and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”  I don’t think he was only talking about his teachings.  He walked among us and taught and ate and laughed and suffered and died and rose again so we could see God up close.  He was and is the living message of God for us.

Make it your business to know Jesus in the gospels, and you will understand the rest of Scripture much better.  He is the Word that interprets the rest of God’s Word for us.

So, there is the Bible that we call God’s Word, and there is Jesus, also known as the Word.  Then there are our words.

If Luther lived in a time when written words were scarce and prized, we live in an age that is the opposite.  There is a barrage of words coming at us every day.  Language is thrown around carelessly, as if it has no power.  Yet we know that it does, especially when it is used to criticize, provoke, and insult each other.  How many people have died as a result of words flung at them, whether thoughtlessly or with intentional hatred?  How much has our government become ineffective because they can’t communicate with words of wisdom and compromise?

James writes about the power of our words.  He might as well be commenting on social media, or our public dialogue, or what you texted to one of your friends this weekend:

“…the tongue is a fire…no one can tame the tongue—a restless evil, full of deadly poison.  With it we bless the Lord and Father, and with it we curse those who are made in the likeness of God. From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this ought not to be so.” (Jas 3:6a, 8-10)

You know the power of positive language, words of encouragement and of hope and of love.  Some of them you have heard in this room.  You have heard many of them from your parents and mentors and friends in this beloved community.

Confirmands, you are speaking words today that are like a doorway.  Words that are a beginning.  Language that contains far more than all you have been taught in confirmation classes, words whose meaning can’t even be fleshed out by the entire Bible, to tell the truth about it.

This is one of those life passages when you make promises whose meanings you do not yet know.  You are using words like “denounce,” and “Yes, with the help of God.”  But it takes a lifetime and then some to know what you are saying today.  Like all those through whom God spoke in the Scriptures through the ages, you are speaking about things that are too wonderful for you to understand.

Your parents did this at your baptism.  The sacrament that celebrates God’s grace in calling you and forgiving you is a mystery that no human being can fully grasp.  Yet it is a gift that we dare to claim because God invites us to do that.

A similar kind of speaking happens in a wedding ceremony.  Vows are uttered that have to be lived into.  It takes many years to know what is really meant by “for better or worse” and “till death do us part.”  The meaning of those words is learned through tears and heartache and celebration.  The value of those words is learned through trust and forgiveness.  The word “love” takes on dimensions you never dreamed of at the altar.

Today is Reformation Sunday.  We remember Martin Luther challenging the church’s notion that they could dole out words like forgiveness and hope as though they could be bought.  He knew that the good news was not something that should be hoarded or abused; it was free to everyone who had faith in Jesus Christ.  God invites everyone to explore the mysteries of God’s wonderful gifts.

And so, today, you dare to speak.  You can do it because your friends and family who have spoken these words before are here to encourage you that they are good words.  Their hearts are filled with hope that you will live into these words, that the doorway of your promises today is an opening to a life of faith that will not disappoint you.  We speak them again, with you, to live into them ourselves.  Together we confess our faith, and dare to speak, because the Word himself, Jesus Christ, has given us a voice to say a word, to say “yes” to him, with confidence and joy, even though we are only beginning to know what that means.  Thanks be to God.

[i] As quoted at http: http://www.biblesociety.org/index2.htm

[ii] “Slice of Infinity” by Jill Carrattini, Oct. 23, 2009.  Copyright Ravi Zacharias Ministries.

What Jesus Sees

Matthew 22:15-22

Proper 24A

Things are coming to a head in Matthew’s gospel.  We have actually moved from the time of Jesus’ general ministry to the final days before his crucifixion.  This is after his entry into Jerusalem for the Passover.  So much happens during that week, we can’t cover it all in Lent or Holy Week, and by that time, we are focusing on the cross.

Jesus has been explaining God’s intentions in every which way he can, that God invites us to an abundant life in which we are forgiven and cared for.  He is zeroing in on the temple leaders, holding them accountable for undermining God’s intention.  He has been exposing their ambition and greed that compel them to mislead and manipulate the people.  His detractors have had enough of his criticism, and they are looking for ways to silence him.  We know all too well that they will succeed, at least temporarily.

This time the Pharisees teamed up with the Herodians, a faction we don’t know much about, except to presume that they usually don’t occupy the same space as the temple leaders.  Together they come up with what they think is an airtight “gotcha” question.  “Is it lawful to pay taxes to the emperor, or not?”

If Jesus says it is, then he will be considered a Roman sympathizer, and he will lose his popularity among the people.  If he says it isn’t lawful, he could be accused of treason or sedition.

Instead of walking into their trap, Jesus challenges their agenda: “Why are you putting me to the test, you hypocrites?”  In other words, what is the point?  You have no interest in the answer to that question.  Clearly you are out to get me.

Before they can lob another question in return, Jesus wants to take a look at the coin for the tax.  When they brought one, he asked what seemed to be an obvious question: “Whose head is this, and whose title?”

Now I want to stop right there.  For some reason, the image of Jesus and a Pharisee looking down at a coin in Jesus’ hand captures my imagination.  The Roman coin had the head of Tiberius on one side and his claim to divinity on the other side.  Think for a minute about Jesus peering down at that coin.  Hmm, this man Tiberius claims to be a god.  He demands loyalty, worship, and the payment of a poll tax.  His minions enforce these demands.  He claims to be…a god.

The idea of looking closely make me think of what we read in Isaiah 45 just a minute ago.  It is a message from God to Cyrus, the Babylonian king—not even a king among God’s people.  The Israelites have been captive in his land for decades, and God decides to use this pagan king to allow them to go home and rebuild their temple in Jerusalem.  “I am the Lord, and there is no other; besides me there is no god. I arm you, though you do not know me, so that they may know, from the rising of the sun and from the west, that there is no one besides me; I am the Lord, and there is no other.”  (Is 45.5-6)

One chapter before this one in Isaiah, humor is used to make the same point about God.  This is a scathing critique of idol worship, pointing to the wood that they were using for two purposes:

“No one considers, nor is there knowledge or discernment to say, ‘Half of it I burned in the fire; I also baked bread on its coals, I roasted meat and have eaten. Now shall I make the rest of it an abomination? Shall I fall down before a block of wood?’” (Is 44.19)

It is as though God is saying, “Hold on.  Take a step back.  You used the same log to make a fire for your supper and a carved idol that you worship as if it is alive.  Do you see what is wrong with this picture?”

In case I do a bad job and you miss the point of this message otherwise, here it is:  How does the world look when we see it through Jesus’ eyes?  He was always seeing things differently than other people in the gospel stories.  Or maybe I should say, he noticed things.  He saw the children and was delighted by them, as opposed to the disciples, who could only see distractions.  When he looked at Zacchaeus the tax collector, he saw disillusionment and yearning, whereas everyone else could only see a cheat, in collusion with the Roman authorities.

To be honest, this isn’t usually considered the main point of this gospel story.  But I couldn’t shake the idea seeing what Jesus sees.

When you put on Christ, as we are called to do in our baptism as a daily practice, how do you see the world differently?  What does Jesus see when he looks at the things we value—our coins, our commerce, our government?  If we pause and take a good look at how we order our world, what we value, to whom or what we give allegiance, what will we see?

Just the idea of Jesus peering closely at anything with me makes me think twice.  I have an image in my mind of myself and Jesus side by side, peering closely at something in my hand.  I can think of a lot of things I value that make me wince if I picture Jesus examining them.

When you follow Jesus, you gradually see the world differently than before.  It can be very annoying!  It makes you realize how much your priorities need to change.

Ten years ago I made my first trip to Mali.  I prayed that God would help me to be open to whatever I was meant to see and learn.  While we were in a remote village, we visited the chief and his family.  Because they are allowed to have several wives, they often do, especially in the rural areas.  You can imagine, that means there are a lot of children.

This photo is not the best quality, but it comes from that visit with the chief and his family.  I noticed someone in that picture.  She is a beautiful little girl.  If she is still living now, ten years later, I suppose she is a striking young woman.  But that day I felt God pointing her out to me.  So, I prayed for her, off and on, for a few years.  I never spoke to her, but I named her “Jolie” in my mind, French for “pretty.”  I prayed that she might somehow know that God loves her.  I prayed that she would not be subsumed into a system that dishonors girls and women, and that she would experience the joy of learning and becoming all that God has made her to be.

I have hosted friends from Mali in my home.  I have shopped with my friend Bibi at Walmart both in Spencer and in Knoxville, Tennessee.  Imagining how she views it is mind blowing.  Shopping in Mali consists of going to the street market or stopping at a stall or a small mud hut by the side of the highway.  There are comparatively few transactions that take place inside a modern building there.

Just walking down the toothpaste aisle along with my friend made me feel embarrassed.  How many brands and flavors and whiteners and tartar controllers and cavity preventers do we need, and in eight different sizes?  It is painful to walk beside her, because I have seen the poverty in her neighborhood, heard her prayers when they don’t have enough milk for the children in her orphanage.

Maybe that is a bad example for you.  I know there are reasonable arguments for why I don’t have to be embarrassed about a trip to Walmart with a friend from Africa.  But what matters isn’t what Bibi thinks about Walmart.  What matters is what Jesus thinks about it.

I wonder.

I can’t claim to know what Jesus thinks about Walmart or Sam’s Club or a lot of things.  I have ideas about it, but I can’t tell you anything beyond what Jesus says.  “Life does not consist in the abundance of possessions,” he said.  We can leave it at that.

Getting back to Jesus, and that coin.  The Jews believe that everything belongs to God.  That coin might have had a human face on it, but the metal it was made of was created by God.  So was Tiberius, and every other person.

In fact, the Scriptures tell us that God’s image is stamped onto every human being.  “Let us make humankind in our image,” is how it goes in Genesis 1.

That calls up a different idea in my mind.  If the idea of leaning over a coin with Jesus is compelling, it is that much more captivating to regard each person’s face with Jesus at my side.

I know people who pray like that.  One friend said that for a long time, she could not pray for anyone unless she could picture them in her mind.

The trouble is that we layer over those portraits in our minds.  Right?  I know some things about you, so your face might be obscured in my mind by the labels and the resentments, maybe some good things—it’s not all bad.

What gets blotted out is the designation, the purest identity of each person, that somehow they bear the image of God.  It is hard to see in some people.  I’ve just been reading The Warmth of Other Suns about the migration of African Americans from the South to the North.  Some of the atrocities committed against innocent people are beyond comprehension.  Where is the image of God in people who do such wicked things?
God’s image in you is the original identity that you can either embrace and embody, or deny and reject.  We cannot erase the fact that it is God’s intent to put inside each of us the same compassion, love, creativity, and power inside of us that Jesus had in his own being.  That sounds like a big claim, but what else does “image of God” mean?

Maybe one of the reasons that God wants us to stop and rest once a week is push a reset button, to get that perspective, to see each other as God sees us.  To peer more closely at the image of my neighbor with Jesus and consider what I see, what he sees.

By the way, did you notice the shadowy figure in Rubens’ painting “The Tribute Money?”  I couldn’t find an explanation of this, but it looks like a toothless, poor woman to me.  Jesus would notice a woman like that.

Something tells me that I can steal a glance at Jesus and catch a look of love on his face when it is your image we are looking at.

What do you think of our politics, Jesus?  What do you think of President Trump, and Colin Kaepernick, and Kim Jung Un, and Harvey Weinstein?  What do you see when you look at Puerto Rico, and Napa, and Houston, and Storm Lake?  What do you see, Jesus?  Can I see what you see?

Mixed Emotions

Matthew 22:1-14

Proper 23A

We are getting down to the wire in the book of Matthew.  Jesus is in Jerusalem, teaching in the temple courts.  His message has gotten much more intense and harsh.  Wicked tenants and angry laborers are populating his parables now.  We are only a few days away from Jesus’ arrest and crucifixion.  Imagine the roller coaster of emotions that Jesus  must be experiencing: love for his friends, concern for their future, anger at the temple leaders, fear of the pain he will have to endure, determination to complete his mission.

We know that Jesus was fully human.  So he knows what it is like when our emotions run the gamut.  Many times we feel several emotions at once, in the midst of intense situations.  These feelings can motivate us to heroic deeds, or paralyze us with indecision.  They are true indications that we are human.

One example of mixed emotions we feel as parents: waiting for your teenager who is out way past curfew, and they don’t answer their cell phone.  With each passing minute your mind conjures more scenes of mangled cars and injury or death.   You worry desperately, and then when your teenager gets home, you can’t always stop yourself from yelling at them because of what they just put you through.  Profound relief is mixed with anger, and you don’t sleep well afterward because of all the confusion and trauma.

Life is complicated, and our feelings are seldom experienced in their purest forms.  Love is mixed with anger, forgiveness is tainted with resentment, grief is mixed with love and regret and misunderstanding in varying degrees of intensity from one moment to the next, leaving you exhausted.

One of the great things about the Bible is that these life experiences, this jumble of emotions, is reflected there.  Abraham and Moses display both trust in God and impatience with the divine will.  Miriam is a victorious choir director after the Israelites escape from the Egyptians, but later grows sullen and jealous when her brother Moses seems to be getting all the glory.

And the picture of God is complex.  In fact, we don’t always like it that the sweet taste of the gospel is preceded with the bitterness of God’s wrath.  Sometimes we get the sour taste of judgment and prefer to turn the pages back to something more palatable like Psalm 23.  We’d rather read about comfort and restoration than lament, revenge and terror.

But the Bible has all of it, and it’s a good thing.  Even though we might prefer only words of comfort and promise, we would never locate ourselves in the biblical story if it did not also include the despair, terror and anger that we cannot avoid.  And so as we open ourselves to the Word, we find that it reflects the complexities and dangers that are familiar to us.

The parable of the wedding banquet in Matthew starts out with such promise.  The king’s son is getting married, so the celebration will be grand and memorable.  He pulls out all the stops for this most special occasion, and he anticipates the delight of his friends when they will all share a feast of joy with him.

What a disappointment when his friends refuse to come!  It is unthinkable.  It’s not just that they forget, or that they are too busy.  They refuse.  The king can only wonder if they misunderstood, so he sends out more servants who describe the succulent feast in detail, and they’d better hurry before the veal roast is overcooked.  This time the response is even more shocking: some of the people just walk away, and others turn on the servants and kill them!

Disappointment quickly turned to rage, and the king had his former friends slaughtered.  Anyone else who was willing to accept the invitation was now invited to the feast.  Day laborers and servants and beggars alike found themselves seated in the king’s banquet hall, eyes wide with wonder at the plates heaped with delicacies they had never tasted before.

The excitement and anticipation of the king had turned to disappointment and then rage.  Even after the doors were closed and the guests timidly started sampling their food, the king caught sight of someone who didn’t put on the wedding garment handed to him at the door.  When he suddenly disappeared, the rest of the guests averted their eyes and tried to concentrate on enjoying their good fortune.

So the best we can say is that the parable which began with such good will ends with nervous gratitude and not a little bit of fear.  Not unlike more than one meal we’ve had in our house, when even our favorite foods taste like straw because we’ve just had a terrible argument.  Our home doesn’t feel so safe any more, and the food practically sticks in our throats because we are shaken from the emotions of anger and disappointment.

Well.  This parable kind of sticks in my throat too.  It seems apparent that the king has to represent God, and I don’t like reading about God’s wrath.  Disappointment I can handle.  But when the sadness turns to wrath, and people are cast into the darkness, destroyed and their houses burned, I don’t want to hear about a God like that.  I’d rather talk about Psalm 23, and God’s good care for us.

But if we’re going to read the whole Bible, we have to accept that God has both love and judgment on the divine agenda.  The people who refuse God’s invitation are not invited to come back the next day.  They don’t get doggie bags of leftovers from the feast.  And the one who shows up without the wedding garment is not tolerated.  If you accept the invitation, you accept the terms of it, and the garment of righteousness is required, no exceptions.

It’s a tricky parable to figure out.  And pretty frightening if you put yourself in the place of any of the king’s subjects.  We like to think that we’ll accept God’s invitation to the banquet without hesitating, but what if we make a mistake and show up without the proper uniform?  What if we’re caught off guard and refuse the invitation just because we’re distracted?

I hope I can reassure you with two ideas.  The first is that we often jump to the conclusion that this parable is about going to heaven.  It might be.  But remember that the kingdom of heaven is not just far away in the future.  It is right here, right now.  We just read it in Philippians 4: “The Lord is near.”  So that when God invites us to join the banquet, we can pull up to the table of blessing and grace every single day.  It’s not an all-or-nothing deal.  The punishment of the arrogant may just serve to remind us not to be stupid, or to impress us with the fact that this is serious business.  God’s disappointment when we reject God’s invitation is so profound that it turns to anger.  Don’t be foolish; join the family at God’s table.

The second idea is this.  Even if this parable were only about going to heaven after you die, you don’t have to be afraid of missing your one chance.  No one on earth has the wedding garment all sewn up.  You can only get that when you get to that mysterious doorway between the street here and the banquet hall of heaven.  It will be handed to you through faith in Jesus Christ.

See, that wrath of God’s that we don’t like to read about is real.  But it will not be taken out on you.  Jesus Christ bore the terror, the shame and the death so you won’t have to.  The wedding garment has been crafted of love and forgiveness.   It is pure white, the only color that will be worn among the privileged guests–privileged not just because they were invited, but because that gorgeous, costly garment is free to all who will accept it along with the invitation.

So, even though the parable of the wedding banquet doesn’t have a happy ending, the outcome in God’s plan is very good.  In the meantime, we still have God’s Word to remind us that God means business when the invitations are sent out.  And what fools we are if we do not catch God’s excitement and come to the banquet, dressed in the richest of robes and ready to join the feast, all of it made with love, just for us.

A Fruitful Harvest

Matthew 21:33-46…Proper 22A

            It is harvest time in Iowa.  By now many farmers know what their yields are, if you have fields that have not been destroyed by drought, hail, or wind.  I can’t imagine how devastating it feels to plan carefully, to put all that work into a crop, then have it wiped out in five minutes of hail or through the slow agony of drought.

In our agricultural setting, can understand why the image of a vineyard is used several times in the Bible as an image for God’s relationship with the people of Israel.  It got to be a regular theme among the prophets: God’s careful planting and tending of the vineyard, which ended up yielding either bad fruit or none at all.  In Isaiah 5 the bad harvest was an image for their idolatry and their neglect of the poor. 

Familiar as this image must have been to the temple leaders and Pharisees, Jesus still caught them off guard.  When he described the careful work of the landowner who trusted his tenants, they were pulled into the story.  The tenants’ betrayal and murderous actions were shocking.  Jesus got the response he expected when he asked how those tenants should be treated: “[The landowner] will bring those wretches to a wretched end, and he will rent the vineyard to the other tenants, who will give him his share of the crop at harvest time.”  The men shook their heads and drew themselves up with pride.  They would never commit such a crime as assaulting the landowner’s agents and killing his son.

And Jesus reeled them in.  He told them that the kingdom of God would be taken away from them, so that someone else would have a chance to produce God’s desired fruit. They were the wicked tenants!

If any goodwill remained among these men for Jesus, it evaporated in that moment.  It was bad enough that Jesus had already accused them of hypocrisy, unforgiveness, defiling the temple, and not bearing fruit for God.  Now he was calling them murderers!  And then for Jesus to add the blasphemy of implying that he was the son sent by the landowner—in other words, God’s son—this could not be tolerated.  As we know, Jesus’ words proved prophetic, because he hung on a cross a few short days later, a victim of the schemes of these very men.

God plants a vineyard, and builds a wall around it, and installs a winepress and a watchtower.  Seeing it as a metaphor for Israel or even as the kingdom of God sort of keeps this exchange between Jesus and the leaders at arm’s length.  We can condemn those men as Jesus did.  They did kill the son, so they should be condemned.

But what if the vineyard comes closer to home?  What if you and I are God’s vineyards, bought with a price and planted with great care?  God builds a wall around us to protect us and installs a winepress in us, anticipating the harvest of fruit in our lives.  God then entrusts us with the task of bearing fruit, so that we have to weed and prune and nourish the vines in order to present God with a share of a bountiful harvest when the time comes.

In 2012 my daughter Karen and I took a trip to the northwest coast of Italy, a group of very old little towns called Cinque Terre (cheen-kway tare-ay).  They are connected by train, with roads that can only handle supply trucks and service vehicles.  There are also hiking trails between towns, which we enjoyed using.  If you get the mass email I send out each week, the one for this weekend has a photograph of grapes on the banner, a picture I snapped on one of those hikes. 

As in other parts of Italy, grapes grow well on the hillsides there.  But over the last century or more, the vineyards got smaller and smaller, subdivided among heirs of the original landowners.  In recent decades it became cost prohibitive to cultivate many of them.  Whether you cultivate crops or not, you understand why many families who now live some distance away are reluctant to come back and care for a small plot of grapes for no other than sentimental reasons.  The vineyards fell into disrepair.

So when there was a deluge in 2011, the original well-tended vineyards on the terraced hillsides were no longer there to keep the soil in place.  Huge landslides ravaged the towns below, particularly Vernazza, where the mud pushed through the main street on its way downhill, so deep that it reached the second story windows. 

The only reason we could stay there was because a tremendous effort poured into Vernazza afterward, the mud and debris were cleared out, and the damage was repaired.

During the pandemic this year, one of the outcomes is that we are getting a sense of how we have gotten off track.  It is a landslide of sorts, revealing our neglect of the vineyards of our souls.  Our lives have become fragmented in our lifestyles of consumerism, distraction, and tribalism.  We are finding how much we have let material possessions, political arguments, and just plain busyness take over our lives to the neglect of our souls.

The soul is more than a metric telling us what is right and wrong.  That is called a conscience, and God could have left it at that, giving us a built-in meter that goes off when we stray off the path.  Our lives are about so much more than being good and avoiding the bad.  If that is all that we need religion for, we wouldn’t have to spend so much time at it.

Instead, we need to recognize that we have an inner life that our culture does not encourage us to cultivate.  It offers us distractions that in themselves are not bad, but they take us farther and farther away from the vineyard of our truest selves, the place where we meet God, the source of our joy and our hope. 

Last spring I sent out a little video on our YouTube channel about digging your well before you get thirsty.  It is another metaphor for the same thing.  We need to tend to our souls or we will find ourselves without the nourishment and living water we need in a crisis.

I have spent the last three years learning the skills and taking the time to do this.  I have entered a way in religious life called the contemplative path.  It is not the navel-gazing we might have mocked, but it is so much more. 

The Apostle Paul discovered this after Jesus got hold of him.  He writes about it, trying to describe what it means to be “in Christ” and “Christ in you.”  He alludes to it in the passage we read in Philippians 3 today, the treasure of knowing Christ.  “I regard everything as loss because of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord…I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the sharing of his sufferings…”

That is more than believing the right things and being a good boy.  We are so much more than agents designed to produce good deeds.  Those good deeds are meant to be the fruit of time spent tending our souls, nourishing the seeds and vines God puts in our hearts and enjoying the fruits of love and joy, peace, patience and kindness. 

How do you do that?  You know the verse by heart: “Be still, and know that I am God.” (Ps 46.10a)  My guess is that you already know the truth of it.  But there are many practices you can try as you do this, and I’ll be glad to share them with you.  We will be talking about prayer for the next five Sundays. 

For now, let me lead you through a simple one.  You’ll need to trust me enough to follow along. Close your eyes, and take a few deep breaths.  Repeat to yourself the simple words from Psalm 46:

“Be still, and know that I am God…Be still and know that I am…Be still and know…Be still…Be.”       

Saying Yes

Matthew 21:23-31

Confirmation Sunday 2020

Rev. Deb Mechler

          The parable is easy enough to understand, because we have all lived it if we grew up with a sibling or two.  Early in the morning, Dad hollers at us to get out of bed and do our chores.  One son says yes but never follows through.  The other rolls over but is hounded by his pesky conscience and ends up doing all the work. 

          Growing up in the rural Midwest, even though I wasn’t a farm girl, I learned the Midwestern work ethic.  It is still ingrained in me that one of the worst four-letter words I can be called is L-A-Z-Y.  Sound familiar?

          But Jesus wasn’t just talking about hard work.  He was talking with the religious leaders, who had been watching him like a hawk once he entered Jerusalem on a donkey.  He proceeded to chase the merchants out of the temple and taught quite a few important lessons during that week.  The religious leaders basically asked him, “Who do you think you are, acting like you own the place?”

          In fact the exchange between Jesus and those big shots was a lot like what passes for dialogue these days: find a hole in your opponent’s argument, catch them in it, and declare yourself the winner.  Except that doesn’t really do anybody any good.  Jesus was all about doing good, not just thinking or saying you are good. 

          Back to their question, “Who do you think you are?”  Jesus had a habit of not answering questions directly, and this was no exception.  He told the story of the two brothers and their dad.  The religious leaders probably didn’t recognize what he was accusing them of.  They never did seem to understand what Jesus was getting at, with a few exceptions like Nicodemus.  His own disciples struggled to get what he was talking about until quite a while after he went back to the Father and gave them the Holy Spirit to help them sort it out.

          Jesus was telling them—and us—is that what you say doesn’t matter nearly as much as what you do.  Well, that is easy to grasp, right?  Don’t be a hypocrite. 

          Now you might expect me to say something here like “live what you believe.”  But I’m going to go out on a limb today and say that what you believe isn’t even as important as what you do. 

          Shocking, I know.

          But Jesus didn’t seem to be into doctrines or creeds. 

          So why have we gone to all this trouble to teach them to you in confirmation classes?

          You need those things to get you started.  You need to know them so you will recognize ideas about God that are off track and will result in a lot of pain.  So, I’m not dismissing the importance of believing the right things.  Certainly the Bible is critically important too.

          But here’s the deal.  “There is not a creed or mission statement in the world that is worth one visit to a sick friend, or one cup of water held out to someone who is longing for it.”[i]

          See, you can believe you love your family, but if you never spend time with them, do you actually love them?  You can believe you are a hunter, but if you never get up at dawn and shiver in a deer blind, you can’t really call yourself one.

          And if you don’t do what Jesus taught and did, you can’t really call yourself a Christian.  Because Jesus wants followers, not admirers. Not people who think going to church makes them his devoted disciples.

          Not that going to church is a bad thing. 

          I know what people like to say: “Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than being in a garage makes you a car.” 


But going to church really matters.  We ask you to make vows today that include going to worship (not just church, but worship) and frequently receiving the sacrament of Holy Communion.  You will promise to “live among God’s faithful people and to hear the word of God and share in the Lord’s supper.”  Not because those will make you a Christian, but because they will help you understand what it means.  They will also place you among people who are on the same path, and will hopefully live their faith alongside you.  Together you can make a huge difference in people’s lives. 

          Do you remember the three words I used as a theme in our classes?  Believe, belong, bear witness.  We want you to understand what it means to believe in and trust God, the one who made you and loves you no matter what.  We want you to belong to a community of faith, which is another way of saying the church, because it will help you grow in your relationship with God, among other benefits.

          But if you don’t also bear witness to your trust in God and the good news that is for everyone you meet, then your faith will eventually shrink and become no more than a nice idea you visit once in a while.

          And guess what.  Actually following through like the brother who first said “no” to his dad but then thought better of it, well, that will help you trust God even more.  It really will. Bearing witness, or living out, your faith, will help you trust God more.  And you won’t be alone; that’s why we need each other in the church. 

But it means you sometimes have to do what isn’t popular, like giving up your spot at the lunch table to go listen to someone you know is hurting.  Or giving up your dream of the next cool gadget so you can give money to help hungry people instead.  It means following through on these vows you’ll make today: to “proclaim the good news of God in Christ through word and deed, to serve all people, following the example of Jesus, and to strive for justice and peace in all the earth.”

          It is not easy.  Jesus never promised easy.  But he promised you life when you follow him. Life that means something, life that has staying power even in a pandemic or a family crisis or in the face of those dark thoughts that threaten to overtake you sometimes.  It means knowing you are loved by the One who knows you best, and keeps inviting you to new adventures in faith.

          Jesus says if you want to follow him, it’s simple.  Love God and love your neighbor as yourself.  Don’t just talk about it or think it.  Do it.

          Are you saying “yes” to Jesus with your mouth, or with your feet? 

Time will tell. 

[i] Taylor, Barbara Brown, 1999.  Home By Another Way. (Boston: Cowley Publications), p. 190. 

God Asks a Question

Matthew 20:1-16…Proper 20A

When is the last time you let God ask you a question?

In the gospel of Matthew we have been hearing questions from Jesus.  I preached from Genesis all summer, and I decided to return to the gospels this fall, because I imagined that at least some of you were anxious to get back to Jesus.  Genesis asks us some uncomfortable questions.  Let’s get back to the comfort of being close to our Lord.

Except where we landed in the book of Matthew, we came smack up against Jesus’ question: Who do you say that I am?  (Matt 16.20)  And before we could come up with an answer, he tells us he is going to be arrested, tortured, killed, and raised again.  We can barely absorb the horror of that before he tells us this (my paraphrase):  “If you want to be close to me, you will have to go with me on the road to the cross.”

It’s enough to make you want to go back to Genesis.  But if you are brave, you stay the course with Jesus.  I will assume you have that kind of courage.  So what comes next in the gospel of Matthew, Pastor?

I’m glad you asked.

The transfiguration, where Jesus lets his inner circle get a glimpse of his true glory, and to see where he gets his wisdom (from Moses and Elijah).  Also what kind of authority he has—enough to tell demons where to go.

Moving on, Jesus repeats his prediction of suffering, which upsets his disciples a lot.  And then, if they are not confused enough, he riles everybody up with his strange assessment of greatness, in the following order, give or take:

  1. Children
  2. People who are lost in their faith or their shame
  3. People who need your forgiveness
  4. Your spouse who is driving you nuts
  5. You

Peter tries to get this ranking straight in his own mind, essentially attempting to correct Jesus’ unfortunate perspective on society.  We didn’t read it in the gospel lesson; it comes before today’s text, in Matthew 19.  Jesus just gets done telling a very godly man that if he really wants to experience God’s kingdom, he should loosen his grasp on his wealth and let it do some good among the poor.  He explains to his disciples that wealth makes it harder to get close to God.

Peter, assuming that he didn’t need that kind of lesson, sets Jesus up for the kind of answer he expects.  And gets the answer he wants:

“Then Peter said in reply, ‘Look, we have left everything and followed you. What then will we have?’ Jesus said to them, ‘Truly I tell you, at the renewal of all things, when the Son of Man is seated on the throne of his glory, you who have followed me will also sit on twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel. And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or fields, for my name’s sake, will receive a hundredfold, and will inherit eternal life.”

That had to make Peter feel very satisfied.  Jesus finally got it right, as far as he was concerned.  He would get what he deserved.  If only Jesus hadn’t added this: “But many who are first will be last, and the last will be first.” (Matt 19.27-30)

Shoot.  There he goes again.  He went on to tell another parable to drive home the point, the story we read just now that one of my Bibles entitled “The Laborers in the Vineyard.”

That title is a little short-sighted in my opinion, because it is not about the laborers.  It is about the landowner.

Let me say that again.  It is about the landowner.

And let me say it a third time.  It is about the landowner.

Jesus was so smart.  He knew that wages matter more than almost anything to us.  It is a common denominator, whether you are rich or poor or somewhere in between.  Fairness about wages is the point for us.  We believe that people should earn what they get paid.

For some reason we let that ethos color our entire perspective on society.  So, if people are upright and industrious, they deserve the good things in life, a sort of payment for being good.  If people are bad, they don’t deserve anything good.  And then we let this color our regard for the poor, or people who are disadvantaged by their skin color or sexuality or ethnicity.  If they don’t have the gumption to improve their situation or be righteous or go through the proper channels, they can’t expect to get the same treatment as those of us who got it right.

I sense a few feathers ruffling.  Hey, Jesus ruffled more than feathers.  He got himself killed by talking like this.  Asking questions like, “Are you envious because I am generous?”

He had the audacity to imply that God decides what is right, not you.  Not me.  We like it when God’s generosity means I am invited to the table.  We do not like it when certain other people are invited to pull up a chair alongside of us.  As in, “Wait, what’s she doing here?”

But we are not the ones doing the inviting.  Jesus also told a parable about a wealthy person preparing a great banquet, and the first ones invited had better things to do.  He then tells his servant to welcome everyone who wants to come, “so that my house may be filled.”  He did not tell his servant to leave some people out.

That is what I would be inclined to do.  I might assume that I knew what kind of people would feel most comfortable at the master’s table, and which ones I would be doing a favor by leaving them out.  Letting them know they should work a little harder at being worthy.  Maybe they will get invited to the next party, or someone else’s.

How could I dare to be so presumptuous?  How can any of us?

Here comes God’s question again: Are you envious because I am generous?  Which begs the next question: What on earth do I have to be envious about?  I haven’t been left out, even though my self-righteousness is the only kind of thing Jesus condemned.  I am not worthy to be included, but I am.  So what is there to be jealous about?

How many times do we read about God’s generosity but subconsciously insert asterisks and clauses and exceptions into it?  Yes, we tell ourselves, God is merciful and loving, except for people who have not repented of being gay, or broken, or lazy.  We do not get to decide who gets the full benefit of God’s love and mercy.

This is the full gospel in a nutshell.  And in case we still don’t get it, guess what comes next, in Matthew 20.  The parable about the generous landowner, and the question God essentially asks us about divine generosity comes right before Jesus’ third prediction of his death.  This is what God’s generosity looks like:  Choosing his own death over condemning us.

Jesus would rather look like the guiltiest of all than to have us comparing ourselves to one another, and judging who comes out more deserving.  He would rather die than let us use the Law against each other anymore.  The Law that was first given as an invitation to life on God’s reign had become in human hands a weapon to exclude people.  Sound familiar?  The Bible gets used that way all the time.  We thought the Law was what was right, but there is a higher authority, and it is God.  On the cross Jesus took the full brunt of judgment so we will know that the Law does not give life.

All we can see in the Law is condemnation.  How did we ever equate that with God?  God gives life.  God’s first, last, and only impulse toward us is to forgive, to get all that sin and judgment and comparison and jealousy out of the way, so we can experience the full force of God’s love in the life God calls us to live.

God deeply, inexplicably loves every single soul who ever walked the earth, and we can’t do anything about it.  It looks as though the only choice we have on the road to the cross alongside Jesus, and in the life that comes after the cross, is to be generous like God.  To live unburdened by the responsibility of judging one another, of deciding what is right and what is not, who’s in and who’s out.  To be free to love as God loves, and to leave the payroll business to God.

It is about God.  Next question, please.

The Power of Forgiveness

Matthew 18:21-35…Proper 19A

What a wonderful gospel text for Kamden’s baptism today!  We wash him with the waters of forgiveness and love, as God claims him to be God’s own.  Kamden belongs in the community of faith, where forgiveness is the norm.  We refuse to live by the world’s script of revenge and violence.  Instead we follow in the footsteps of our Lord, who showed us the way to stop sin’s deadly cycle and instead choose life and freedom from anger.  It is not an easy life, but it is the best life, and we welcome Kamden into this life this is defined by love in Jesus’ name.

The parable we read in the gospel today is practically a cartoon, making it crystal clear how we are to respond to God’s forgiveness.  A man owes the king a debt that is absurdly impossible to repay, or even to incur.  One talent was worth fifteen years’ wages, so the debt amounts to 150,000 years’ worth.  So when he tells the king, “I will pay what I owe,” those listening to Jesus would have chuckled.

But then he turns around and skewers another man who owes him a hundred denarii, one hundred days’ wages.  The contrast between the debts is ridiculous.  How could the forgiven servant even think of being so cruel after he had been released from so great a debt?  You get the idea.

The other servants in the parable seem like stand-ins for us.  They can see the cruelty of the forgiven servant.  The injustice of it was so obvious, and they wouldn’t let it pass.  They had to report back to the king.

It is hard to read the ending of this parable, where the king reinstates his debt, throws him in prison, and has him tortured.  Yikes.  But remember, it is a parable, not a true story, although it does end with, “So my heavenly Father will also do to you…”

My sense is that Jesus uses exaggerated images—including the punishment—so we will really hear what he has to say about forgiveness.  It should make a difference to us.  Experiencing forgiveness is not meant to be a one-off or an ending.  What we do next is critical: how we treat other people, how we are changed by being forgiven.

Sometimes I think we regard forgiveness as a simple matter of bookkeeping.  We sin, God forgives, make sure the accounts are clear with your prayers.  Don’t get behind on your account!

That is shrinking the gospel down to be so small, sterile and practically irrelevant.  Forgiveness is the good news Jesus told his disciples to tell everyone, but it is the hardest thing for us to do.  It is grueling, and painful, but powerful.  Nothing short of transformation is what happens to us when we realize the force of it.  We are forgiven.

God does not forgive us just so we can feel better, although it certainly does that.    Forgiveness is a dynamic force.  Think of it as a seed containing tremendous potential.  It is meant to grow and produce more forgiveness, more freedom and peace and release from shame.

Because we are forgiven, we see other people not as walking debts owed to us, but as those in need of mercy just as we need mercy.  Think of how our relationships would change if we did this consistently.  Think of how different our culture would be.  It would look like the kingdom of heaven.

Regardless of what you have been taught about sin, it is not about God getting what is owed, or erasing a debt, much as that image might help us sometimes.  God is not interested in bookkeeping.  Jesus blew that idea out of the picture when he made the servant’s debt too large to imagine.

God’s mercy and forgiveness are not about a transaction.  God is personal, eager to help you and give you life in every way possible, from the inside out.  That’s why it’s so important to restore the relationship, and to spend our lives letting God’s fierce, forgiving love enliven all our relationships with each other.  So, we extend mercy as we have been given mercy.  The power flows through us to give life to other people.

Friends, this is the greatest miracle God works.  Parting the sea for the Israelites was big, but this is even bigger, because our hearts can be the hardest things on earth to move.  We cannot do it without getting close to Jesus.  He literally died to show us the way through it.  If you are struggling to forgive, invest your time with him and let him work a miracle within you.

I know, sometimes the injury is too much to forgive.  Forgiving your spouse for being irritable and forgiving someone for abuse are two vastly different things.  The only way we can possibly experience forgiveness for others is by going to God again and again, trusting that God’s mercy is big enough and strong enough to overcome your pain and allow you to forgive.  Only God can work on the inside of you to change what seems stuck and hard and impossible to budge.

Did you think it could be any other way?  Have you been fooling yourself, functioning on the “no forgiveness required” plan?  There is no such plan.  If you follow Jesus, then you learn to forgive, no matter how long it takes.

Nicholas James Yarris was convicted of kidnapping, rape, and murder and condemned to death at the age of 21.  Twenty-two years later, he walked out of prison a free man.  He proved his innocence through DNA testing in a grueling round of appeals and transfers.  He had spent his entire sentence in solitary confinement.

You would think that Nicholas would emerge as a bitter, broken man.  In fact, he spent his time relishing the outdoors and the taste of foods he hadn’t eaten in years.  He laid in bed with the windows open, the cold night air chilling his room as he gazed at the stars.  His biggest problem was sensory overload as he rediscovered the joy of human touch and the beauty of nature and life itself.

He was asked whether he was angry.  It would be understandable.  If I were in his place, I wonder if the first thing I’d do is go and find the prosecutor who put me in prison when I was innocent.  I might wish that he would suffer the same punishment.  But Nicholas claimed that he couldn’t be angry after he’d been given the biggest gift of his life.

If you can get to forgiveness—and by God’s grace you can—then you will end up with more time and energy than you had before.  You won’t have to waste it all on keeping a grudge alive.  Like Nicholas after being released, life just feels different.  It might even be confusing at first, letting go of all the man-made rules that say you are supposed to stay angry and protect yourself from getting hurt again.  Come to think of it, you will be hurt again.  Yes indeed, if you are human, you will be hurt.

That is why Peter wondered if there might be a limit to all this forgiving.  Isn’t seven times enough?  He thought that was generous.  But Jesus told the story of this nasty servant just to show Peter that this forgiveness business isn’t about keeping a tally of your tolerance.  It’s about being transformed by forgiveness, so entirely changed that you are eager to practice it on other people, time after time after time.  77 times?  Maybe it won’t be as hard to do when you get to the 78th time.  By then it will be a habit, just the kind of habit God was hoping we would get into.  It’s a habit God can’t seem to shake either, which means mercy for you and me, mercy for all.  Thanks be to God.

Why Two or Three are Gathered

Matthew 18:15-20…Proper 18A

Rev. Deb Mechler

Four or five years ago, before the last presidential election, it seemed that the political climate was becoming more divisive than it had been since the 1960’s and ‘70’s.  Things got much worse after the election, and they haven’t gotten better. 

A colleague and I tried to do something about it in early 2017.  We formed a group we called “Knock Knock,” because we wanted to remember that “Who’s there?” is more important than our different opinions.  That people matter more than anything else.

It was hard.  We laid down ground rules for discussing the issues in our nation.  We committed ourselves to listening well to each other’s stories.  Sometimes it was excruciating to follow those rules and not start arguing. 

Our group is no longer active, but not much has changed in the public square.  We are deeply troubled by the divisiveness in our country.  Add to that the anxiety of a pandemic, and the needle goes to the red zone.

We feel helpless, unable to see any end to the argument that can even lead to violence.  Are there any answers that will help us unite again as a country?

Today’s gospel lesson reminds us that there actually is an answer.  It isn’t an easy fix, but the message is clear: here is how you handle broken relationships.  You do the hard work of love.

I know that it isn’t that simple, and Congress is not likely to respond to a reading of Matthew 18 with instant remorse and reform. 

But we aren’t the Congress.

We are the church.

Jesus knew that we would have trouble getting along and working together as his spiritual body on earth.  We find unity difficult to maintain, because we are human, and we naturally say and do things that hurt one another.  Our life experiences create different perspectives.  Jesus addressed the problem by telling us not to avoid confronting the problems as we want to do.  He told us to keep at it, to make our bonds strong even when it is very hard.

In other words, Jesus depended on us to show the world what love looks like.  To demonstrate that we truly can work together even after we have mistreated one another.  The next part of Matthew 18 has Peter asking Jesus about forgiveness.  Jesus explains that our forgiveness for each other can never top God’s mercy toward us.  We must not run out of forgiveness for each other.

            So, Jesus says that if someone offends us, it is our responsibility to go to them and call them to account.  I’ll bet that’s not your first reaction.  It’s not mine.  Well, I take that back.  My instinct is kind of like that.  I want to go and tell them off, and I’ll practice five different ways to do it as I’m running my errands or cooking supper.  Instinct would have us react by playing that little game of avoiding each other, or ripping each other to shreds in our separate coffee groups. 

            Jesus teaches us to change the way we respond to offense.  His first instinct is restoration.  He is describing a community in which the ties that bind us together are stronger than the issues that divide us.  Church is a safe place where we are called to be genuine, a place where we will not be ridiculed or ostracized if our real selves are unpolished or broken or repulsive.  It is a community of people who encourage us to face our sin and to move beyond it to follow Jesus.  Here we do not shrink from the hard work of accountability, and forgiveness, and new beginnings.  In the church we hold our pride loosely, and instead use our strength to forge our fellowship, our friendship with one another.

            Did you notice?  Jesus repeats here those words that he used with Peter about the keys of the kingdom—whatever you bind here will be bound in heaven, and what you loose here, same in heaven.  Last week we emphasized the loosing.  Let go your hold on your possessions, ambitions and pride, so you can take up your cross and Jesus.  Today we need to think of the binding that characterizes the community of faith, the church. 

Jesus asks us not to avoid dealing with our conflicts.  Avoidance only lets resentment go underground and forces us to pretend all is well.  It keeps our relationships shallow, when they are meant to be deep and life-giving.

            He reminds us that what we say and do to each other matters, but not in the sense of keeping a tally of wrongs.  That never leads to life.  We are going to make mistakes, but we face them with love and mercy toward one another, and in doing that we find a much deeper trust and commitment with each other. 

            Most of us are terrified of confronting someone like this.  That is why we need each other’s help.  I experienced that encouragement last week.

            I was in a Zoom meeting doing work with colleagues from our synod, when someone brought up concerns about our group that she thought we need to address.  In her explanation, she used my name.  She didn’t make an accusation, but it stung anyway.  After the meeting, another colleague checked in with me to see if I was okay.  I admitted that I felt hurt, but I knew I would need to contact the other person to discuss her concerns.  I was encouraged to wait a few days before making that call.

            It reminded me that I have learned not to be hasty in such situations.  So I did wait, and pray.  I found that the resentment and defensiveness was gradually replaced by curiosity and love.  I waited for the right moment when I would feel at peace, ready to call my colleague.

            As it turned out, she called me.  We had a long, productive, loving conversation.  I was able to hear what she had to say, and we ended up making plans for our group that will help us move forward. I realized that she used my name in the group, because I am the one she knows bets, and she felt she could take that risk because we have a history together.

            I can avoid conflict as easily as anybody else, and I have had my share of tasting shoe leather from putting my foot in my mouth.  But this time, it was an experience of grace, learning the deep wisdom of Jesus’ teaching in Matthew 18. 

            This is often called a teaching about church discipline, but it is not as much about disciplining one another as it is disciplining ourselves.  Being obedient to Jesus even when it is tough to do.  Together we rely on the power of the Holy Spirit, which is another name for that lifeblood of love that we get from Jesus, to be the community that the church was created to be. 

            “Our life together is the chief means God has chosen for being with us…it is the place where we come to know God or to flee from God’s presence, depending upon how we come to know or flee from one another.”[i]  The world needs to see in us that love is possible! 

            We come to this place, we gather here because this is a sanctuary.  It is a safe place, where we know we are deeply loved, and we can’t help but worship the God who loves us like that.  It is a place where we can be ourselves and let everyone else be themselves, and extend forgiveness and tolerance to one another because we ourselves are forgiven and loved beyond this life and this space. 

We are willing to suffer for that love, and suffer for each other’s sake, because all of us are held in God’s great love shown to us in the cross of Jesus Christ.  We are bound together by cords of love that Jesus fashioned.  Where two or three are gathered in his name, he is here among us, suffering with us, doing the hard things with us, so that we can know his love fully and spend our lives exploring its dimensions together.  Thanks be to God.         

[i] Taylor, Barbara Brown, 2004.  Seeds of Heaven.  (Louisville: Westminster John Knox Press), p. 89

What Kind of Cross?

Matthew 16:21-28

          There was a young man who was eager to make his way to the top in the business world.  He went to a well-known millionaire and asked him the first reason for his success.  Without hesitating, the businessman replied, “Hard work.”  After a lengthy pause the young man posed the question, “What is the SECOND reason?”

          He wasn’t expecting the answer he got. 

          Jesus said he would build his church on Peter’s confession, that he is the Messiah, the Son of the Living God.  He then proceeded to tell his disciples how that would happen.  He would suffer greatly at the hands of the religious leaders, be killed, and be raised three days later.

          Peter, the newly appointed Holder of the Keys of the Kingdom, was dismayed.  “Whoa, Jesus, hold on now.  That is not the program I had in mind.”  A Messiah doesn’t save a nation from oppression by getting killed, let alone the indignity of having to suffer.  Peter, like the rest of us, was in the habit of thinking in binary terms: defeat vs. victory, death vs. life. 

          Jesus’ reaction was emphatic, perhaps because he knew how tempting it was going to be to abandon his mission and switch to Peter’s version of Messiahship.  “Knock it off!” he commanded Peter.  “You are not serving God this time, but Satan.  He has no idea how God works.”

          And most important, if you are his disciple, the question is not whether or not you will take up your cross and follow; the question is how.  He was very clear about what disciples do: they follow their master, period.  There is no menu of options to choose from.  The cross is it.

          Peter heard Jesus’ prediction and panicked.  Maybe he wanted a safe Messiah, a victorious Messiah.  That would mean he could be comfortable and confident about following Jesus.  He would be on the winning side! 

          It is tempting for us, isn’t it?  It is easier if Jesus would just act like a mascot, and we can wear a cross on our necklace or lapel so people will know what side we’re on.  Easier if we can just stick to our own way of life, because we don’t want to suffer.  Nobody wants to suffer.
          The trouble is, if we decide to go our own way instead, comfort, reputation, and security quickly become the standards for our choices.  We work hard to obtain them, so we don’t want to lose them either.  Consequently fear of missing out guides our decisions, which means we are not following Jesus. 

           A few years ago a classmate of my daughter took discipleship seriously and heeded Jesus’ call to go abroad to help the poor.  Jeremy didn’t go through any mission agencies.  It seemed foolhardy.  But he was determined, and amazingly, people he met along the way handed him everything he needed.  They said God had told them to help.  Jeremy has had a number of adventures in mission since that first bold step.

          But at the start, his parents were beside themselves with worry.  They talked to me about their fears, and boy, did I understand.  It all seemed very risky.  But eventually none of us could deny how God was leading and providing for their son.  He was bearing fruit for Christ Jesus.

          The system of Jesus’ time—the leaders of the sacred Temple—expected to keep him in line with their disapproval and threats.  But it didn’t work.  He had the audacity to walk toward his cross instead of away from it. And he tells us that we need to get in line along with him.

          What does it mean to take up our crosses?  That is a very good question, one that we can spend a lifetime unpacking.  I do know this much: I am not supposed to carry your cross, nor you carry mine.  Each of us has our own. 

          In one way, taking up our individual crosses is not complicated.  God has given each of us a soft spot for some group or some cause that we would like to serve, whether it’s children, the elderly, hunger, homelessness, the environment, and so on.  And God has given each of us skills we can use in service to them. 

          You might not mind building frames for houses, or baking a dozen pies, or teaching English to immigrants, or visiting people in the hospital.  Other people wouldn’t dream of doing those things.  We each have things we love to do, that give us life instead of making us weary.  So the first question we need to ask ourselves is “What has God given me to do?”

          When we take up those crosses, Jesus asks us to go a little further than we might do on our own.  We need to follow him to the point where we can only do it with his power and his provision.  With his forceful, unrelenting love.  So that the second question we must ask is, “What does love require of me?”  It seems that Jesus was asking himself that question throughout his ministry, and certainly on the road to the cross.           

          We all know what Jesus’ cross was for.  A cross is not a pretty thing; it is ugly, invented to strike terrible fear into a populace and keep them in line with the Roman occupiers. 

Noted peace activist Father Daniel Berrigan said, “If you want to follow Jesus, you had better look good on wood.” 

          Life is filled with hard things.  Jesus asks us to make our hard things count.  He allowed himself to be crucified solely for the purpose of loving us beyond our sin, our guilt, and our death. 

          So the one thing all our crosses have in common is love.  Not fluffy, romance-novel love.  Not even familial love.  Love that lays down its life for others.  That is the only kind of cross that is genuinely Christ-like love. 

Right now what we want most from God is comfort.  We are struggling with the pandemic and all it requires of us.  We are reeling not only from annoying restrictions, but also the terrible consequences of the pandemic.  Many are also suffering from being thrust into poverty, losing crops, losing homes. 

          We are in a time of great suffering.  A worldwide pandemic is causing massive poverty and resulting hunger and despair.  Cries for racial justice have boiled over into violence. Hurricanes are wreaking havoc again.  Drought and wind have wiped out the hopes of many Iowans.  All the anxiety leads to fear, distrust, division. 

          See, the cost of discipleship is high.  It costs us everything, nothing less.  But the cost of not following Jesus is high too.  It means that people won’t have help, and hope, and friends.  People actually die in despair because they don’t receive help, and we can give it to them.  

          It was Ravi Zacarias who said, “I have little doubt that the single greatest obstacle to the impact of the gospel has not been its inability to provide answers, but the failure on our part to live it out.”[i]

Jesus calls us to die to ourselves so we can follow him with no distractions, competing priorities, or illusions that we can share the spotlight with him.  Not once does he promise that we will avoid death and suffering.  He teaches us instead that there are worse things than death, and living in fear is at the top of the list.[ii]

          The good news is that Jesus does not just stand by his disciples and point out the way he wanted them to go.  He did not say, “Well, if you want to be my disciple, you walk a few miles straight down that road, through Jericho to Jerusalem, then to the Temple, and they’ll show you what to do when you get there.  You might run into some trouble, but after all, if you want to be my disciple, that’s what you’ll have to do.” 

          No, he didn’t do that.  He led the way.  And he is with us on the way, every day, following through on what he said and did and promised.  He shows us how to carry a cross of love, how to feel truly alive in spite of its ugliness and heft, both on the journey and beyond.  Thanks be to God.  

[i] Quoted by Kimberly Dunnam Reisman, Following at a Distance, 2005.(Nashville: Abingdon Press), p. 75

[ii] Barbara Brown Taylor, “Pick Up Your Cross” in God in Pain, 1998. (Nashville: Abingdon Press), p. 59

“Who Am I?”

Matthew 16:13-20…Proper 16A

Rev. Deb Mechler

            Have you ever participated in an opinion poll?  We have gotten these calls during presidential elections.  I took the bait once and spent 20 minutes on a phone call I was told would be brief.  The candidates want to know how they are being perceived.  Do they change their message when they get the results?  We don’t think much of people who do that.

            “Who do people say that I am?” Jesus posed the question to his disciples.  So they reported the latest buzz.  “Elijah…one of the other prophets…John the Baptist.”

            But Jesus was just setting them up for the real question: “Who do you say that I am?”


            Well, that’s different. 

            But Peter was ready.  Only this time he wasn’t sticking his foot in his mouth as he usually did.  “You are the Christ, the son of the living God.”  And he won the best prize ever for his correct answer.  Jesus said, “Blessed are you” for knowing it and having the guts to say it out loud.  “Christ” means “Anointed One” or “Messiah,” which meant he was the one everyone had been waiting for, for centuries. 

            Jesus didn’t need the disciples to tell him who he was.  He knew.  He was—is—the Son of God.  He was sent for a specific purpose for which he received that anointing.  Jesus knew he was the Savior of the world.

            But he wanted his disciples to know it too.  They were his disciples, after all.  We’ve heard the word “disciple” so many times it almost sounds like Jesus’ back-up group, like Diana Ross and the Supremes or Gladys Knight and the Pips.  Jesus and the Disciples.

            Disciples follow their rabbi, or teacher, for the purpose of learning to be like him.  They pattern their thinking and behavior after their teacher.  It is a relationship of deep respect and love.  They spend so much time together that when their teacher dies, they can carry on his way of thinking and living, and teach it to the next generations.

            So Jesus needed his disciples to know who he was because it would determine who they were.  He talked about this in his last conversation with them in the upper room before he was arrested.  Remember?  He said, you aren’t just my servants; you are my friends…If you love me, keep my commandments…God is glorified if you become my disciples and bear fruit that will last…make your home in me and my words…This is what must define you as my friends and disciples.

            Jesus didn’t let other people define who he was.  If he did, he would have conducted himself much differently.  He might have become a popular teacher who simply taught the party line of the Pharisees, with better charisma.  He might have hung around with the well-to-do Sadducees and become a darling of the Roman authorities.  Or he could have spent all his time healing people, because everybody loved him for that.

            But he didn’t.

            He didn’t endorse the agenda of one party or another, then or now.  Instead Jesus showed us what it means to be truly human.  He walked and talked and had friends and slept in odd places and led a motley band of devoted followers by being himself and no one else.  He taught us what it means to be authentic, accepting reality, at peace with who he was and what he was able to do.  Because he knew who he was and what he needed to do, he didn’t have to spend time impressing anyone or worrying about what they thought.  He didn’t conduct any polls.  He could see the people around him and detect their needs, sometimes when they didn’t know it themselves.

            Is this a model for us?  If we call ourselves disciples, it is.  Disciples reflect the values and lifestyle of their rabbi.  This is what frames their perspective on the world, what guides their decision.  You can spot a true disciple a mile away.  Because they reflect their teacher.  They conform to his teachings, his ways.

            What forms your thoughts and opinions?  Do you share other people’s ideas without reflecting on them first?  Whom do you admire and want to be like? 

            Paul said we are not to be conformed to the ways of this world, but to be transformed into living, breathing tributes to God.  Not to a political party.  Not to a style of music or fashion or athletic team.  In the English translation, Paul said we are to be “living sacrifices” to God.

            “Who do people say that I am?” is a question we might all pose to ourselves.  What do people see when I approach?  Am I a chameleon, ready to mold myself into someone they might like?  Or am I confident and at peace with who I am in Christ?  Take a moment to think about that.

            So, who are you?  The first answers come easily.  For me: I am a mother, a wife, a pastor, friend, grandma, musician.  I love to travel and read, and I love pie.

            What are your labels?  Businessman, retired woman, teacher, husband, chef, farmer, hard worker, artist, neighbor?  Republican, Democrat, Independent?

            But that is only your outer shell.  There is an identity that God has placed within you that some call the true self.  It is the part that knows the truth about your weaknesses and but also your strengths.  It is where your fondest dreams of goodness lie.  It is the deepest reality of who you are, and I will be bold to tell you who you are in your truest self.  You are a beloved child of God, baptized to seal the deal.

            As God’s beloved, you are made in God’s image.  Everybody is.

            I struggle to remember this.  Do you? 

            What is so wonderful is that God knows our deepest secrets and worst failures, and insists on loving us through them and beyond them.  And we are given the Holy Spirit to live in the freedom of our true selves, being who we actually are and not the version we have constructed to impress other people or make ourselves feel better.

            Because you can be a wife, husband, farmer, teacher with bitterness and greed, or you can be those things with love and joy.  What is on the inside comes out in the way you live your life every day.  As Jesus said in the gospel we read last week, it’s what comes out of a person that defiles (or heals) a person. 

            The life of faith is about that.  Living from the genuine core of who you are: a beloved creation of God alongside all the other beloved beings.  We don’t have to stress over it.  We are invited to relax and be who we are, to stop striving for some ridiculous standard.  

            Listen to the inner voice telling you the truth.  “You are beloved.” 

It isn’t lying.

            What difference will this make?

            It will change your life for the better.  It won’t be pain-free, but you can stop pushing and pretending and seeking other people’s approval.

            But maybe you don’t want to change.  You’re fine with the way things are.

            If I might offer a little more incentive, then think of this.  The world does not need more carbon copies of mediocrity.  They don’t need half-hearted, fair weather followers of Jesus.  They don’t need churches like the either.  The people around us are desperate to know that they are beloved, and you might be the only person who can show it to them.  You don’t have to memorize a gospel message and convert them.  You just need to let your true, beloved self shine, and they will get the message just fine.

            You are God’s beloved.

            Live as God’s beloved. 

“The Real Thing”

Matthew 15:10-28…Proper 15A

            Jesus went on a road trip for some reason.  Maybe he had to get away from the crowds for a while, or the Pharisees, or both.  He went to the coast, around Tyre and Sidon.  Apparently they had gotten word about him there too, because a local woman approached and didn’t ask politely; she shouted for help.  Her daughter was being tormented by a demon. 

I can’t imagine how distressed she was.  And when some people are distressed, they yell.  But it bothered the disciples.  It wasn’t the only time they tried to shield Jesus from people they considered annoying.  They asked him to send her away. 

We would expect Jesus to respond as he did in the same situation with Bartimaeus, a blind man in Jericho.  “Bring him to me,” Jesus said, and then he had pity on the man and restored his sight. 

Not this time.  He hesitated.  “I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel.” 

Seems pretty harsh.  Since when did Jesus act as though he had a limited supply of compassion or healing power?  Why would he say such a thing?

This was not the only woman he gave some credit for being able to debate theology. Back then, that was unusual.  He did it with a women of Samaria too.  My guess is that he was testing his disciples.  Maybe even being a little ironic, or even teasing, as if to say, “Hmm, guys, what do you think?  Isn’t God’s grace only for the chosen people?”

            When she got close enough to talk instead of shout, she again asked for his help.  And Jesus continued the charade: “Nobody takes the food off the kids’ plates and gives it to the dogs.”  Everybody knew his meaning. 

            But now she got the idea, and she knew how to play his game.  “Ah, but the dogs do get to eat whatever falls off the table.”  As if to say, “You could have some pity and ‘accidentally’ push a little over the edge for me to get.” 

            And we know the rest.  Jesus commended her trust in him, and he healed her daughter.  Jesus knew real faith when he saw it.  She trusted him because she recognized the real thing in him: the love and compassion of God, and the power to make people whole again. 

            Faith comes in many forms.  There are billions who have died without ever knowing or saying the Apostles Creed, yet God has welcomed them into eternal life with Jesus.  That document didn’t come around until long after he walked the dusty roads of Palestine. 

            Real faith doesn’t necessarily reside in religious buildings.  Jesus called the Pharisees “blind guides” who were taking the people far afield from the kind of faith that warms the heart with love for God.

            People these days know the real thing when they see it too.  Just last week we got the monthly report from our Luke Society director Indielou.  He told us that a local marabou, which is a kind of worship assistant and teacher in Islam, had requested prayers for his daughter whom they could not wake up.  Indielou’s team gathered around her bed and prayed for her in the name of Jesus, and she woke up.  What a testimony not only of God’s power, but also that a Muslim leader trusted the God of the Christians. 

            He is not the only one.  Many Muslim friends of Christians we know in Mali ask them to pray for them.  It happened to me the last time I was there, praying for a barren woman, for several who wanted to work but couldn’t get jobs, and so on.  They know the real thing when they see it.

            Jesus took pains to show his followers that nobody is an outsider as far as he is concerned.  He showed respect and love to women, lepers, tax collectors and prostitutes, Roman soldiers and synagogue leaders alike.  He loved them all and recognized their earnest desire to know God and trust God.

            These days we are struggling with the temptation to treat too many people like outsiders.  We are recognizing our innate prejudices and attempting to bridge gaps.  But in some ways the gaps are widening as we think the people who disagree with us about this or that have to be treated as enemies.  Nothing could be further from God’s desire for us.

            I want to share with you a story about one kind of outsider, and some kids who know how to be the real thing, to refuse to treat someone as foreign or less deserving.  It made the rounds of the internet some years ago.  I don’t make a habit of using internet material for sermons, but this one has always touched me deeply.  Here it is:

In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career, while others can be mainstreamed into conventional schools.

At a Chush fund-raising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. 

After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried out, “Where is the perfection in my son Shaya? Everything God does is done with perfection. But my child cannot understand things as other children do. My child cannot remember facts and figures as other children do. Where is God’s perfection?”
The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father’s anguish, stilled by the piercing query.

“I believe,” the father answered, “that when God brings a child like this into the world, the perfection that he seeks is in the way people react to this child.”

He then told the following story about his son Shaya:

One afternoon Shaya and his father walked past a park where some boys Shaya knew were playing baseball. Shaya asked, “Do you think they will let me play?”

Shaya’s father knew that his son was not at all athletic and that most boys would not want him on their team. But Shaya’s father understood that if his son was chosen to play it would give him a comfortable sense of belonging.

Shaya’s father approached one of the boys in the field and asked if Shaya could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said “We are losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we’ll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning.”

Shaya’s father was ecstatic as Shaya smiled broadly. Shaya was told to put on a glove and go out to play short center field.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shaya’s team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shaya’s team scored again and now with two outs and the bases loaded with the potential winning run on base, Shaya was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let Shaya bat at this juncture and give away their chance to win the game? Surpassingly, Shaya was given the bat.

Everyone knew that it was all but impossible because Shaya didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, let alone hit with it. However, as Shaya stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shaya should at least be able to make contact.

The first pitch came in and Shaya swung clumsily and missed. One of Shaya’s teammates came up to Shaya and together they held the bat and faced the pitcher waiting for the next pitch. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shaya. As the pitch came in, Shaya and his teammate swung at the bat and together they hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shaya would have been out and that would have ended the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first baseman.

Everyone started yelling,”Shaya, run to first. Run to first.” Never in his life had Shaya run to first. He scampered down the baseline wide-eyed and startled. By the time he reached first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman who would tag out Shaya, who was still running. But the right fielder understood what the pitcher’s intentions were, so he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman’s head. Everyone yelled, “Run to second, run to second.” Shaya ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home. As Shaya reached second base, the opposing short stop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base and shouted, “Run to third.” As Shaya rounded third, the boys from both teams ran behind him screaming, “Shaya run home.”

Shaya ran home, stepped on home plate and all 18 boys lifted him on their shoulders and made him the hero, as he had just hit a “grand slam” and won the game for his team.

“That day,” said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, “those 18 boys reached their level of God’s perfection.”[i]

              And I would put it this way.  That way, those boys did what we all can and should do: they saw Shaya’s heart, and they connected to him with their hearts.  They knew the real thing when they saw it, and it was a boy who just wanted to feel welcome. 

            Those boys were the real thing too.  That looks like the love of Jesus to me.  I know the real thing when I see it.  Don’t we all? 

[i] Taken from http://placeofpersistence.com/where-is-gods-perfection-the-story-of-shaya/

Here is the complementary series of the Revised Common Lectionary, using the stories in Genesis.

Wrestling for Good News

Matthew 15:21-28; Genesis 45:1-15

I mentioned at the outset that I faced planning worship today with some confusion.  To be honest, I was more than a little intimidated.  The issues we have been facing are huge: threats to the shaky peace with North Korea, violence and murder at demonstrations by white supremacists and counter-protestors.  And these are only flash points in an era of violence by and against police, terrorism, rising prices, and imploding health care structures.

It is one thing to feel the unease of inflation and political discord; it is another to witness blatant hatred that we thought had been dealt with fifty years ago.  But if we are honest about it, we knew that although hate crime was all-too-slowly confronted and outlawed, it went underground and has never stopped finding expression.

As God’s people we live in a real place and a time, just as God’s people did in the stories of the Bible.  We are not immune to suffering and disaster, and we are certainly not exempt from sinful behavior.  The things that were feared by Abraham and Isaac and Jacob are the same things we fear: suffering, death, meaninglessness, loss.

The problem comes when we live our lives from the stance of fear.  The way I see it, that is what Joseph’s brothers did.  Their first priority was protection of their tribe.  It was a brutal time in the development of civilization, so we shouldn’t be surprised that defensiveness and violence were native to these men.  All the more reason to pay attention to the ways God communicated to the descendants of Abraham that there is a better way, God’s way.  That our Creator made us in the image of God, and that we were wired to love, not hate.

We have been looking at these stories in Genesis, from Abraham to his great-grandson Joseph.  We have seen how God is faithful even when we are faithless.  How God makes a covenant and keeps it, no matter how disappointing the actions of the humans who are party to that covenant.

These are not pretty stories.  Genesis might be the source of the creation stories and Noah’s ark that we teach our children with colorful images, but they are far from storybook pictures in real life.  You recall that the first murder recorded in the Bible happens only a few chapters in, and it was downhill from there.

The word “Genesis” means beginnings, and we do well to think of how the Bible gets us started thinking about faith.  To me, the pivotal moment this time around is that mysterious night at the River Jabbok, where Jacob wrestled with a man who stripped him of his pride and left him with a limp.  That man, whom Jacob recognized as a God figure, renamed Jacob “Israel,” a name that includes both struggle and victory.  It means “he who wrestles with God and prevails.”

What an odd name for what became the name of an entire nation, the people of God, no less.  We consider ourselves spiritual descendants of those folks, a designation Paul gave us.  We could infer from Paul’s theology that we are God’s “chosen ones.”  That creates all kinds of problems if you think about it.  It makes us insiders and everyone else outsiders, and that is clearly not the way Jesus wants us to operate.  Jesus was all about breaking barriers, welcoming the outsider, blessing sinners.

You might not get that impression of Jesus from today’s gospel reading.  He gave a foreign woman grief for asking for the kind of blessing the Jews thought were theirs and theirs alone.  It is a puzzling exchange.  But in the end, Jesus did heal the Canaanite woman’s daughter, proving once and for all that the blessing is not just for one tribe.  And in the process, he allowed—expected?—her to have a voice in a time when women were not encouraged to speak up, especially about faith, and certainly if you were not a Jew.

It is not the only confusing incident in the gospels.  Jesus had the annoying habit—annoying to the temple leaders, at least—of reaching out to unclean people and foreigners and women.  All.  The.  Time.  That was his modus operandi.  Which makes sense, because his becoming a human in the first place, then dying for us, is the biggest gesture of reaching the lost and unclean that ever was.  Reaching us, in other words.

So now, what about wrapping up the story in Genesis?  We didn’t read all the drama leading up to Joseph revealing himself to his brothers, for lack of time.  You might remember that when they first showed up to get food in Egypt, the ten sons of Israel didn’t recognize the baby brother they sold off years ago.  He was now the virtual viceroy of Egypt!  Joseph had a little fun with them, making them run back and forth to their father a couple of times and framing them as thieves for good measure.

But all’s well that ends well, right?  I have preached the Joseph story that way more than once.  Joseph forgives them, and they live happily ever after.

Let’s be realistic.  Joseph’s brothers were selfish, mean, violent men, and it is unlikely that they changed.  What I like to think about is what life was like for them after they settled in Goshen.  They were refugees, guests in Egypt.  They were beholden to their brother and to their neighbors.  What a humbling experience for such brutes.

They had to deal with people close by, and how they would live together peacefully.  They were the sons of Israel, which meant that they would wrestle with who God is and who they should be in the world God created.  That defines us as God’s people no matter what time we live in, or where we live.  We are those who wrestle with what it means to be God’s chosen, God’s beloved.

Which brings us to today in the United States.  We have to wrestle with racism, and face the fact that we have not made as much progress in eradicating racism as we thought.  White supremacy is evil.  Nobody can claim to be made more in the image of God than anybody else.  We are all God’s beloved, meant to live in community safely, joyfully.

Brian McLaren, a pastor and author who was at Charlottesville last weekend, makes this call to the church:

“All of us, especially people of faith, need to proclaim that white supremacy and white privilege and all other forms of racism and injustice must indeed be replaced with something better – the beloved community where all are welcome, all are safe, and all are free. White supremacist and Nazi dreams of apartheid must be replaced with a better dream – people of all tribes, races, creeds, and nations learning to live in peace, mutual respect, and neighborliness. Such a better world is possible, but only if we set our hearts on realizing the possibility.”[i]

This might be a wake-up call for us, but it is not news to millions of our neighbors.  Here is something I read from an acquaintance who grew up as a white male in Iowa and married his African-American wife, about his children who are now adults:

“You don’t know my children well, but you know they’re African-American. That has all sorts of dynamics for our family, of course, but here is one you may not have thought of. Our kids got about three, maybe four years of bliss on this earth, when everything was wonderful and mommy and daddy loved them and they were cute and they could play with anybody else’s kids. All good. But at some point the light went on – or it went off, I’m not sure how to put it – when they learned that there were people in their own hometown who thought less of them because of the texture of their hair or the color of their skin. My kids. Grew up with the knowledge that there would always be hatred for them in this world. There would always be people who would despise them. People who would rather the world not have anyone in it who looks like them. People who would consider that they were less human, and so less capable of being children of God, a blessing to the earth, the apple of God’s eye.

“Can you imagine what that does inside a person’s mind? You probably can’t; I can’t, because I still think that anyone who got to know me would probably like me. More or less. But how does that change a person? When their internal messaging system goes from ‘life is beautiful’ to ‘somebody out there hates me’?”

When this is the experience of a huge portion of our population—or even if it is the experience of only one of our neighbors—we as God’s people are called to turn that around.  There is no more consistent message from the one we claim to follow, Jesus our Lord: that love is the rule, not hatred, in God’s world.  What that looks like, how we act that out, is the responsibility of each person in this room to discern.  Whether it means changing your attitude toward the person living next door to you or seeking the forgiveness of someone you have wronged in your own family, it is your call as God’s people.  Not only my call as your pastor.  Yours.  Whether you decide to stand up as a congregation and say “No more!” to bigotry and how you might do it, that is for you to decide.

I have been realizing lately that I have to actively ignore the needs of immigrants and minorities if I want to maintain my comfortable life and avoid doing anything.  I can no longer think of this as someone else’s problem.

For you and me, for the whole church of Jesus Christ, I believe we have this threefold mandate:

  1. Stop letting fear or even discomfort determine our response to the troubles of our nation. Millions of people—people we know up close—are suffering from violence and injustice rooted in hatred. We need to act.  We will probably make mistakes, but God even uses mistakes; we learned that in Genesis this summer.  The church is God’s Plan A for the world.  There is no Plan B.
  2. Admit that the white American church has been complicit, sometimes even active in oppressing minorities such as blacks, native Americans, women, and the LGBT community, among others. Jesus didn’t tell us we get a pass on loving anybody. He died for all, and that means all.  We have to face up to our sin, confess it, and be forgiven.
  3. Realize that faith is not about having all the answers. It is about wrestling with God’s love and authority, and taking responsibility for what that means for us as a congregation, and as individuals. You live in an immigrant community.  Deal with it the way Jesus would.

This is unsettling, isn’t it?  But it is also empowering.  Where do we get our power?  We kneel at the railing and receive all the love and life we need from Jesus who was broken for us.  Thanks be to God.

[i] http://auburnseminary.org/what-i-saw-in-charlottesville/

The Right Time for Leadership

Genesis 37:1-4, 12-28

          Are you a leader?  For the past twenty years or so, leadership has been a buzzword in business and industry.  There is no shortage of books, seminars, and advice about being a great leader.  We think of leaders as charismatic people who can accomplish great things by fostering teamwork and motivating people to maximize their potential.

Wow.  Even though I have not studied leadership beyond the class I took at seminary, it isn’t hard to pick up phrases like “maximizing potential” in a culture saturated with ideas about how to be a great leader.

But here’s the thing.  You are a leader.  Everybody is a leader if you think about it, because leaders are simply people with social influence.  Unless you are a hermit, you have influence whether you know it or not.  If you are a parent, a friend, a co-worker, or a sibling, you have influence on other people.  They either want to follow you or they want to avoid being like you.  That is influence one way or the other.

After spending some time in the story of Joseph the past few days, the idea of leadership emerged from today’s text.

First, a brief review.  Remember, Abraham was first called by God to go to the country where he would eventually bear many descendants.  Abraham and Sarah waited for twenty years before their only son Isaac was born.  Isaac married Rebekah, and they bore twin sons Esau and Jacob.  We spent some time in Jacob’s story the past few weeks, noticing God’s faithfulness in spite of Jacob’s faithlessness at times.  In fact, that theme came through first with Jacob’s grandfather Abraham.  We will see it again in the next generation.

Jacob was renamed Israel, and he had a houseful.  He married sisters Leah and Rachel, although not by choice.  Their father Laban tricked him into marrying both.  His wife Leah bore him six sons.  His two wives’ maids bore him four more sons.  Finally, Rachel bore him two sons.  Twelve sons in all.

But one son was the favorite.  We don’t have to infer this; it is written right there in Genesis 37:3, “Now Israel loved Joseph more than any other of his children, because he was the son of his old age; and he had made him a long robe with sleeves.”  (You might have been taught that it was a coat of many colors, but the original language is not clear.  Sleeves, color, it doesn’t matter when it is the only fancy coat in the family.)

What we didn’t read a moment ago were the dreams that infuriated Joseph’s brothers even more when he described them in detail.  One was about sheaves of grain that all bowed down to the sheaf that represented Joseph.  The other had the sun, moon, and eleven stars giving homage to Joseph.  Even his father was disturbed by Joseph’s incredible arrogance in telling his brothers his dreams.

Another piece of the story that we left out was an episode where the boys’ sister Dinah was violated by a Canaanite man, and the ten brothers took gruesome, extreme revenge on the entire village of the offender.  Joseph ought to know that these men are not to be trifled with.

They were true to form, muscling Joseph into a pit and then selling him off to a passing caravan as a slave.

Wow.  It is hard to find any good news to preach about in this story.  Maybe we need to see the worst of our human tendencies sometimes and leave it at that.

But of course I won’t.

Not only was Jacob/Israel an ambitious, competitive, selfish person, he was also a poor leader, at least up to this point in the story.  Think of it.  The sons of Israel grew up in a household filled with jealousy and bickering.  So, how did the kids turn out?  Predictably, they were competitive, petty, and vengeful.  They were taught to blame somebody for every problem, and they were good at it.  I am reminded of Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount, where he taught us to beware about harboring anger, because it is the root of murderous intentions.  Israel’s boys were weaned on anger.

The atmosphere they were raised in bore logical results: a model of family dysfunction.

Although it is a terribly negative example, it is a cautionary tale about leadership in families.  That might sound strange to call parents leaders, but is that not what we are practicing every day with our children?

What is the right time for good leadership in the family?  Every day is the right time.  The influence we have on our children does not happen in specially planned lessons or events.  It happens every single day, by how we live our lives in front of them.  You have heard the expression “children learn what they live,” and it is true.

Our children do grow up.  They have to take responsibility for their choices.  They might reject our values, but it is virtually impossible to wipe the slate clean from their upbringing.  They usually carry on our values, and we can be dismayed by the messages they received without our realizing it.  There is a reason parenting is serious business!

But at least we have to do our best.  We are given a wonderful pattern for raising our children, one of only a handful of guidelines for parents found overtly in the Scriptures.  It is found in Moses’ instructions to Israel’s descendants centuries later after they were delivered from Egypt and prepared to enter the Promised Land.  It is found in Deuteronomy 6:4-9:

“Hear, O Israel: The Lord is our God, the Lord alone. You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your might. Keep these words that I am commanding you today in your heart. Recite them to your children and talk about them when you are at home and when you are away, when you lie down and when you rise. Bind them as a sign on your hand, fix them as an emblem on your forehead, and write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates.”

In other words, we need to claim our identity as God’s children and rehearse what that means every day of our lives.  We need to lead our children in the ways of God’s reign.  We don’t have to quote Bible verses and act out Bible stories every day.  We do read the Word of God and live it together by loving God and others as Jesus taught.  We explain why we do that when the questions come.  It is day to day leadership for life.

If you are like me, you know you haven’t done this as well as you think you should have.  Then the Genesis stories can be a comfort, where God proves faithful in spite of human mistakes.

So, the right time for leadership in families is all the time.  But there is also a time for leadership in the moment.  For that, we focus on Reuben.

Reuben was the oldest son of Israel and Leah.  He appeared to be a leader in this story.  He was no saint, and I’ll let you search for what I mean in chapter 35.  But when he heard his brothers’ murderous plans, he rose to the occasion.  Reuben talked them out of killing Joseph, and convinced them to put him in a pit instead.  He planned on rescuing Joseph later once his brothers cooled off.

But we know that he never got the chance.  Joseph was a day’s journey down the road before Reuben finally got the chance to double back and check the pit.  He had to keep the terrible secret of Joseph’s fate, calculating which news would be worse for his father to hear: Joseph’s death or his brothers’ wickedness.

Well, that’s enough drama for now.  At least Joseph is still alive.  If you remember the whole story, you know that God kept him alive for a reason.  He would see his brothers again, and much like their father Israel, they would have to face the evil they had done years ago.

We are all leaders, because we all have influence.  Joseph’s story shows us that our influence matters both in the mundane routine of every day, and also in decisive moments.  We all have an impact, for good or ill, every single day.  Once in a while we even have opportunities to make a real difference.  We can counter the bad news of this world with the good news of God’s love and compassion by what we say and do.

It’s not the most inspiring conclusion to the story, but I think it is valid, and it matters.  At the same time, we shouldn’t gloss over the glaring, terrible actions of these men when they let their jealousy and anger dictate their actions.  If Jesus is right, our anger can take us that far.

Left to our own passions, we can take sibling rivalry to terrible heights.  If nothing else, we are reminded that on our own, we cannot be trusted to do the right thing.  But we have God’s Spirit dwelling within, so that by God’s grace we can have influence that reverses negativity and evil in the public square, in our workplaces, and in our homes.  We can lead with the love of God.  Thanks be to God.

What Happens at the River

Genesis 32:22-31

          We are in the last chapter of the life of Jacob that we will cover this summer, moving on to his son Joseph next week.  We have only been given a few slices here and there: his birth to Isaac and Rebekah, a bit about his upbringing, his shady practices to cheat his brother Esau out of his birthright and blessing, his dream on the way to Haran, his relationship to his uncle Laban and marriage to Laban’s daughters Leah and Rachel.

Here is a tip for interpreting Scripture: pay attention to what is included, and what is not included.  What is chronicled in the Old Testament, the Gospels, and so on are the parts of the story that make a point.  Why Jesus’ birth and nothing about his childhood, for example?  Why some of his teachings and not others?

Why are we given these specific glimpses into Jacob’s life?

I think one thing we might notice about Jacob’s story is that God kept the legacy of Abraham’s call and blessing alive in his descendants, regardless of how deserving they were.  His story depicts Jacob as an ambitious, savvy, self-serving person.  In Genesis 32 he finally returns to the promised land and out from under his father-in-law’s oppressive thumb.  He knows that he will have to face the twin brother he ‘done wrong,’ and the narrative in Genesis describes his anxiety in detail.

We can’t be sure why he sends his entire company ahead of him, and at first glance it seems a coward’s ploy.  But the day after his night at the Jabbok River has him leading his family to meet Esau, so something significant happened there.

What happened that night?

It is as mysterious as any event in the Bible.  Jacob wrestled with a “man.”  No name.  He was a tough opponent, and the match lasted for hours.  Presumably they had to take a break now and then.  Why didn’t Jacob just run away?

For some reason he had to stay with his opponent.  And when the landscape around them began to take shape in the predawn light, the mystery man finally conceded the fight.  “Let me go,” he asked.

Maybe Jacob’s answer tells us why he stayed in the fight.  “I will not let you go, unless you bless me,” he answered.

Huh.  What a strange thing to say.  Can you imagine a high school wrestler asking for a blessing from his rival?

To me, that request seems like the theme of Jacob’s life.  I will contend with you, Esau/Father/Laban, until you give me what I want.  And then he gets it, and finds his prize sifting through his hands.  It is never enough.

But this time is different.  The man’s response is unexpected.  The blessing amounts to a new name, Israel.  Jacob wants to know who exactly thinks he has the authority to rename him, so he asks, and he receives no answer.  Somehow he knows by then that it is God.  Maybe he suddenly recognizes the voice he heard all those years ago during his dream about a ladder.

“I have seen God face to face, and yet my life is preserved,” Jacob declared, and as usual, gave the place a name to commemorate the moment: Peniel, for face of God.

“Face” is a funny word.  Around Jacob’s time, having God’s face turned toward you was a sign of divine blessing.  We love to hear it in the Aaronic benediction: “may God’s face shine on you.”  A face is a part of the body but also a sign of favor.  We turn our face away from things we despise or fear.  We offer our face to someone we love.

“Face” is also a verb, the way we talk about confronting something important.  You face your fear, “face the music,” face your problems.  You deal with them honestly and responsibly.

My sense is that this event in Jacob’s story is a gem with many facets and much value.  He had to face some things, and it changed him.  It is a model for spiritual transformation, and for growing up.

Jacob had to face his past behavior and take responsibility for it.  He had to admit that he had cheated his brother Esau.  In anticipation of meeting his brother, Jacob asks God to deliver him from Esau’s revenge.  Then he sends a huge gift of 440 sheep and goats, thirty camels, fifty head of cattle, and twenty donkeys as a peace offering for Esau.  Since Esau has been seen traveling with 400 men, this was probably a wise move.  Jacob knew he deserved his brother’s vengeance.

He had to face the fact that he hurt his brother deeply.  Most of us have to deal with this at some point.  Whether by accident or design, we do deep damage with our words, speaking volumes in our silence at times.  We mess up, and the destruction is as real as any bomb can render.

God’s people seek forgiveness.  Relationships matter to God more than anything else, so we work to restore what we have done to one another.  It is hard, hard work.  Making the phone call or knocking on the door of someone you have hurt opens you up to be hurt in return.  I have had that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.  As God’s people, we take that risk.

Jacob had to face himself.  He was a deceiver from the word go, and he met his match in his uncle Laban.  Maybe one of the reasons he had to get away from Laban was that they were too much alike.  Jacob had to admit that it takes one to know one, and he was aware of the stories told around the campfires about his exploits.  He pretended that it didn’t bother him, that it was part of his bravado.  But he knew better.  He could not run away from himself, and he could not breed enough livestock or sons to cover up his nagging discontent.  He had to get to the bottom of his anxiety.

This is what God’s people also do.  If we not only read the Scriptures but also let them read us, we will find ourselves and our foibles on its pages.  It might be a holy Bible, but it’s full of sinners like you and me.  We have to see our sin in technicolor and face it, before we can appreciate God’s mercy.  People like Jacob make it easy to recognize.

Finally, Jacob had to face God.  He had to admit that his trust in God had so many conditions attached to it, it was hard to tell it apart from his own business plan.  At the Jabbok River, Jacob realized what he had been chasing all along.  It was something he had already been given, but he wouldn’t see it: God’s blessing.  Maybe he never could see it because he thought it had to be earned.  That has a familiar ring to it, doesn’t it?  You can’t receive or even recognize God’s love because you think it is supposed to come with a checklist, lots of strings attached.

The least likely person to teach Jacob about mercy would be Esau, but it was indeed his long lost twin who made God’s mercy real to Jacob.  When Esau caught sight of him, it was like that scene out of the Prodigal Son parable.  He ran to meet his brother, and fell all over him with love and forgiveness.

But we can’t forget about the limp.  Jacob maybe didn’t run to meet Esau, because he had a fresh injury.  God—or whoever the wrestler was—left Jacob with a souvenir of that night: a hip out of joint.  Maybe Jacob needed that limp, to remember how broken he felt when he faced himself, his sin, and his God up close.  How he felt broken, but healed—whole—at long last.

Our scars do that, don’t they?  They help us remember how not to behave, how to avoid danger, how not to be broken the next time.  But the stories of healing that go with those scars are often the greatest gift.

Do you have stories like that?  Scenes from your past that taught you to be humble, to pay attention, to love instead of harboring resentment.  Jesus kept his scars so we can remember, and be humble, and grateful.

These scars serve us as a faith community.  They help us remember what we have been through together.  They remind us that we are all broken in one way or another, and we come together with our patches and glue and duct tape, ready to hold each other up in the next go-round with the hazards of life.

Jacob had one other souvenir from that night: a new name, Israel.  It gets translated in a few different ways, but my personal favorite is that it means one who wrestles with God, and prevails.  The father of the nation God promised to his own grandfather Abraham gets the name that doesn’t mean “king” or “righteous.”  It means struggle, which is a good word to describe a life of trusting God.  It has all kinds of bumps and detours and confusing turns, but remaining on the journey is what matters.  The relationship with God—the struggle, even—is  the journey, and God promises to get us where we are meant to go.

So, if you have things you need to quit avoiding and face up to, you can hang out with Jacob and know it will be okay.  God can handle your wrestling moves and go the distance with you.  Whether it is your past, your sin, your ugly habits, or an unexpected hardship, God has a blessing for you in it.  Your blessing might look like a scar, but if God is with you through the darkest parts of it, it is a story that has God in it.

But wait.  Jacob wrestled with God, and prevailed.  Why on earth would God give Jacob the satisfaction of winning, when a big head was exactly the problem with Jacob all along?  Why, indeed.  Why does God let us prevail, when we don’t deserve it in the least?  I guess we have to wrestle with that.

“The Lord is in This Place”                                                              

Genesis 28:10-22

          Have you ever noticed that some characters in the Bible are just a little too close to your own type to be comfortable?  Peter comes to mind—an impulsive, fumbling disciple whose best intentions are often overshadowed by his big mouth.  Jacob is another one—a lying, manipulative scoundrel who is just normal enough to look like most of the rest of us.  His mother Rebekah probably had a lot to do with his crafty ways, being quite the manipulator herself.

Last week you heard the story of Jacob’s desperate ploy to obtain his father’s blessing, a blessing that properly belonged to his older brother, even if the gap between their ages was only a few minutes.  Jacob got his wish.  He and Rebekah managed to pull Esau’s blessing out from under him, away from their blind father.  However, it was one of those “be careful what you wish for” times, because once he received the coveted blessing, Jacob had to figure out a way to live long enough to benefit from it.  Esau wasn’t an outdoorsman for nothing.  He could have easily killed his twin and gotten the whole mess cleared up, and it appeared he was waiting around for his ailing father to die so he could do the deed.

Anger like that is hard to cover up, and Rebekah and Jacob’s guilty consciences wouldn’t let them rest easy either.  Jacob was sent away under the pretense of finding a proper wife among his kinsmen.  Isaac certainly couldn’t argue with that, having made his match the same way before his sons were a gleam in his own eye.  Jacob had to leave hastily, without much so much as a bedroll to sleep on.  He headed toward the hill country, making his way up to a high ridge where the light lasted just a little longer.  One has to wonder what he thought of his blessing now.  What good would it be to him in a strange place, where nobody cared about his birthright?  Finding a large rock for a wind break and a smaller one for a pillow, he dropped to the ground exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

What Jacob dreamed that night was one of those peculiar scenes, of which there are many in the Scriptures.  This one was a ladder, which he somehow knew was braced in heaven.  Angels were seen going both ways, busily doing whatever assignments they were given.  He hears God’s voice (though he later may have wondered how he knew it was God) making the most generous promises of land, offspring, God’s own presence, protection and guidance to a man who does not deserve them in the least.

Jacob wakes up, gets his bearings, and says to himself, “Huh!  I had no idea that God would show up like that in the middle of nowhere!  This gives me the creeps, but on the other hand, it’s really amazing when I think about it.  I feel as though I got to see the gate of heaven with my own eyes.”  He did what people often did back then, and found a rock to mark the spot, and named it House of God.  He reminded himself what God had said in the promise and vowed to follow God as long as God proved faithful.

There are locations in this world that spiritual people call “thin places.”  For some reason the membrane between earth and heaven seems almost translucent, defying explanation or logic.  Rivers, hilltops, islands, chapels, historic sites that have been visited by thousands whose experience of God seems to happen more easily there.  Where the sense of the divine is almost palpable, and one leaves with a feeling of awe.

Jacob seems to have come across just such a place, where he had a dream that there was a staircase connecting it with heaven.  He said, “The LORD is in this place, and I did not know it.”  But now he does know, and he erects a marker to remember the place.

Are there places where God is not?  We call some places “godforsaken,” as though they are so miserable or the circumstances so dire that it seems sacrilegious to claim God is present.  Places where there are no traces of God’s goodness that we can see.

It seems easier to contemplate what makes a place holy.

The Scriptures tell us that God is everywhere, as we read in Psalm 139 a moment ago.  We can’t flee anywhere that God is not present.

The physical world as we know it is blessed by God, because God created it, and Jesus chose to live here among us.  So there is no place that is not sacred, that doesn’t have the fingerprint of God impressed upon it in some way.

Jesus taught that wherever we are—God’s people—there God is too.  He calls us his body.  His Spirit lives in us, so that wherever we are, God is there.

I have to tell you a story of another person who was fleeing like Jacob, running away from danger.  Except this person didn’t create the problem Jacob was running from.  She was fleeing injustice and persecution.  She was seeking a safe place.

You are aware that we had two teenage girls from Mali living with us in February and March.  Conditions of their visas required that they return home to their mother.  But the situation they faced was more dangerous than any of us thought.

The girls’ mother’s name is Bibi, a force of a woman who began and developed an orphanage out of virtually nothing.  She was born into a Muslim family and culture, but decided a few years ago to become a Christian.  She lived her faith openly, with joy.

Bibi ran her orphanage with integrity, even though sometimes she had to depend solely on God for donations to come in, to feed the children and care for their health.  But some of her workers were dishonest, and stole things.  She had to fire them.

They decided to band together to take revenge, and told the police that she was selling children on the black market.  One of Bibi’s adult daughters was taken into custody and told that unless she corroborated the lies against her, she would not be released.  They also asked for money for her freedom.

When she heard that her adult daughter was taken, Bibi knew they were after her.  She the girls fled for their lives.  She took them to a cousin in the Ivory Coast and went on to the U.S. to stay with her American daughter in Tennessee.  I received a phone call from her as soon as she got to Knoxville.  She was desperate, exhausted, unsure of what to do next.  I told her to get some rest, and we would talk about it the next day.

The following day, Bibi told me that she wanted to take the girls to Ghana, a much safer country for Christians right now.  She had only one contact there, a woman pastor she met a few months ago.

I told Bibi that I know someone in Ghana.  John is a surgeon and a Christian leader, a very resourceful and loving person.  It seemed worth a try to see whether he had any friends who might provide refuge for my friends.  I sent an email to John, and soon received a reply.

John wrote that my email popped up just as he was chatting with friends of ours from Spencer, people who know Bibi and her work, have visited her orphanage, and met her girls when they were living with us.  This conversation was taking place halfway across the world, at a conference in Manila, the Philippines.  He offered to take my friends into his home, and sent a phone number for his brother so that she could go there in Ghana immediately.

What are the odds that I would reach John instantly, and that it was the moment he would be talking with people across the globe who knew Bibi personally?  When I called Bibi the news, she was speechless, crying tears of joy for God’s rescue.

It seems that God truly does “have the whole world in his hands!”  I picture in my mind a map of the world, with lines connecting west Africa to Tennessee to Iowa to the Philippines.  God sees it all and has a hand in our well-being.  God is watching over this precious woman who has cared for poor children for so many years.

I remember visiting the site of that orphanage on the day I met Bibi.  She seemed to sense that this was an important moment.  She drove me to see the site the government had granted to her in a very poor section of the city.  She had erected a sign on that plot, declaring that it was the future site of the orphanage, even though she still didn’t have a penny to pay for it.  And that orphanage was built, thanks to donations from people around the world.

Indeed, God had a plan when another daughter came to the U.S. and got a job with an airline that can fly Bibi wherever she needs to go, for free.  God had a plan when I met Bibi several years ago, so that in July 2017 I could say, “I have a friend in Ghana who might be able to help.”

We are assured that God sees Bibi’s other daughter who is still in custody.  We know that God is working through the faithful women who were left behind to care for the children in the orphanage.  We don’t know how this is going to play out, but we know that God is active in all of it.  God is in that place that seems godforsaken in our eyes.

Surely the Lord is in all these places, in all of these times, just as God was there for Jacob throughout his life.  Do you wonder whether God sees you, and cares about you?  I am here to tell you that “the Lord is in this place,” everywhere you go, and loves you in every place and time.  Thanks be to God.

Arranging a Marriage*

Genesis 24:1-67

             Since we are going to talk about the marriage of Isaac and Rebekah today, I thought we should get some advice on finding a spouse from some experts.  These are elementary age students who have made some keen observations[i]:

 How do you decide whom to marry?

Alan, age 10: “You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff.  Like, if you like sports, she would like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.”

Kirsten, age 10: “No person really decides before they grow up who they’re going to marry.  God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you’re stuck with.”  (Maybe she’ll get stuck serving chips and dip.)

How can a stranger tell if two people are married?

Derrick, age 8: “You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.”

What do you think your mom and dad have in common?

Lori, age 8: “Both don’t want any more kids.”

How would the world be different if people didn’t get married?

Kelvin, age 8: “There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn’t there?”

How would you make a marriage work?

Ricky, age 10: “Tell your wife she looks pretty even if she looks like a truck.”

Abraham faced the question of how Isaac would marry and produce heirs.  He wanted to align this next generation with God’s promise of descendants to fill the land that was promised to them.  But it seemed best not to let Isaac marry a Canaanite woman, but to find a wife among the folks back home.  On the other hand, he didn’t want to see Isaac travel in that direction, for fear that he would like it there and not return.

Hmmm, this would be tricky.  Sarah had died by this time, so she could not help.  Finally Abraham hit on the idea of sending his trusted servant to find a wife for his son, who was at least 37 years old.  It was time.

Abraham sends for his servant and explains the plan.  He asks him to make a solemn oath to follow orders.  The servant obeyed Abraham and went to Aram-naharaim, to the city of Nahor (which also happens to be the name of Abraham’s brother with family in that area).  He stopped and let his camels rest near a well, where he prayed that God would have one of the young women respond to his request for a drink by offering to water his camels.  That would be the sign that she was the chosen bride for Isaac.  Rebekah, depicted as a beautiful virgin, did exactly that.  Considering the fact that a camel requires many gallons of water, this was no small offer.

The servant whips out some gold jewelry and offers it to her, and then asks if her family might have room for him to stay the night.  (This was a common custom in that time, and still is in many remote areas, so it wasn’t as bold a request as it might seem to us.)  In fact, her family was related to Abraham, and she was Isaac’s first cousin once removed.  To make a long story short, Rebekah’s family welcomed Abraham’s servant, listened to his account of his search for a wife for Isaac and the fact that she appeared to be the chosen one, and consented to the marriage.  They wanted Rebekah to wait a week or two to say her goodbyes, but the servant wanted the deal to be done, and she agreed to leave with him right away.

Wow.  Talk about a whirlwind romance.  But this isn’t even a romance yet, because Isaac is still back in Canaan waiting to see who his bride will be.  When the caravan arrives and Rebekah sees her intended walking in the field, it is love at first sight, and the two lived happily ever after.  Well, not exactly, but they did get married, and Isaac was comforted after his mother’s death.

It is a great story about Abraham’s faith, and the loyalty of his servant, the faith of Rebekah in cooperating, and the patience of Isaac as he waited.

What I want to point out this time is one sentence in Abraham’s instructions that is easy to miss.  It’s almost a throw-away line, but I think it is significant.  After the servant poses the question of whether he can actually get someone to come back with him, Abraham tells him that God “will send his angel before you; you shall take a wife for my son from there.  But if the woman is not willing to follow you, then you will be free from this oath of mine; only you must not take my son back there.”  (Gen 24.7-8)

The emphasis seems to be on making Isaac stay put, and Abraham is doing all he can to ensure that he does.  But then he allows that the servant might be right.  He might not be able to get a chosen bride to come with him.  It is an asterisk (*) in the plan.  God might make this happen in a way he didn’t expect.

Abraham planned it out as well as he could.  But he had to mind the asterisk, that God might have a different plan.

This potential scenario—that God would override his plans—was wisdom hard-won for Abraham.  He had enough experience to know that he could rely on God, but he could not predict what God would do.  He could not control God.  He had to trust God.

Nevertheless he did make a plan, and in this case, it worked out.

This seems like a good way to go.  Do your best to line up your life with God’s reign, following God’s commands, following Jesus in the way of love and sacrifice as best you can.  But then allow for the asterisk, the potentiality of God showing you a different way.

I have friends who learned this several years ago.  Tom lost his job, and struggled with unemployment for a few months.  At the same time, their close friend and neighbor had a teenage daughter who went off the rails for a while.  She fell in love with a boy who was bad news, fell under his spell, etc.  You know the story.  But her father wasn’t in the picture, and she badly needed a man she could trust to love her through it and to help her out of the situation once she got things figured out.

In retrospect, they could see God’s hand at work, making Tom available to her at odd hours while he was unemployed.  It wasn’t long after that episode that he found a great job and life moved on for all of them, with a little more faith as a benefit.

The next time they sensed God calling them in an unexpected direction, they had more confidence, more trust that God would work it all out.  They never expected to move halfway across the country, but God has proven faithful once again.

Trusting God is sometimes about that asterisk, that openness to God’s unexpected purposes for us.  It is hard to operate this way when you are young and looking out over the unexplored landscape of your future.  It is wisdom gained from a lifetime of trusting God, wandering from God, God picking you up and providing in spite of your mistakes, and gradually, over time, entrusting yourself to God’s goodness.

Sometimes we wonder what God wants us to do.  As a pastor, I get asked that question from time to time.  I think it is all right to proceed as best you can, choosing the most loving and faithful option in front of you, and trusting God to make a course correction if necessary, allowing for God’s asterisk.  That takes plenty of faith by itself, and it works out fine in both big and small decisions, as far as I can tell.  By the grace of God, we can do it as well as Abraham or anybody else.  Thanks be to God.

[i] Source unknown.

“Meet Me at the Mountain”

Genesis 22:1-14

Ann[1] is having quite a summer.  One of daughters had a scheduled surgery last month.  Then her younger daughter had to have a tooth pulled, a frightening experience for someone with a mental disability.  Her husband had to wait for his insurance company to approve major surgery for a painful condition.  Her son injured his leg.  If that weren’t enough, a friend was  killed in an accident.

Some people might say that God was testing her.  I don’t think God devised this as a plan to gauge her faith or commitment.  But you might think otherwise when you read Genesis 22.  It is called a test.  Why would God ask Abraham to sacrifice the long-awaited son God promised?  If God wanted to gauge Abraham’s faith, wasn’t this going too far?

It is a hard passage to grasp.  But I think it is hard because we take it on its own instead of considering the whole story of Abraham, or the historical setting.  It would be good to get a grip on this story so that we don’t have to avoid the horror of it or explain it away with vague, unsatisfying generalities.

“Meet me at the mountain I will show you in Moriah,” God told Abraham.  “Take your beloved son whom I gave you, and give him back to me there.”

That seems like the most unfair, cruel command God gives anyone in the Bible.  It seems like a good reason to stay away from the Old Testament altogether and stick with the Gospels for Sunday worship.

But these are the Scriptures Jesus and his followers read, memorized, and depended on.  Abraham was considered the father of their faith.  They could not avoid the story, nor should we.

Jesus and his fellow Jews knew the whole story of Abraham, how he left his home in Haran, set out to follow this strange, other-worldly command to a new place and a new religion.  We have been taking a short course in the history of Abraham’s faith on his sojourn.  We have seen how he and his wife Sarah struggled to trust God for the promises that seemed impossible—that were impossible!

Abraham and Sarah were told to go, and they went.  Theirs is a story of not only going, but leaving.  Leaving home, leaving family, leaving traditions.  They even had to leave the land God promised to them in order to find food in Egypt.  They forfeited their sense of control over their circumstances.  They forfeited their expectations about how God would give them a son.

Leaving, leaving, leaving.  It turns out that this is what faith looks like.

The apostle Paul holds up Abraham as the primary example of faith for the early church (Romans 4:1-16).  He quotes the only verse in Abraham’s story in Genesis that mentions Abraham’s faith: “[Abraham] believed the Lord; and the Lord reckoned it to him as righteousness.” (Gen 15.6)

Why is that the only verse about Abraham’s faith?  Because faith is not an abstract commodity.  Faith is lived.  It is a story, a way.  Abraham and Sarah were called by God, and they went.  In fact, they went from place to place, and they worshiped in each place.  They learned more about the God they were following in each place.  They discovered that they could trust God in every single situation, about every aspect of their lives.

As we follow them from Haran to Shechem, to Bethel, to Egypt, to Horeb, to Gerar, to Beersheba, in each place we find that they could trust God beyond their expectations, beyond logic, beyond what they could see or touch.  In each place they had to relinquish what they grasped, what they knew, what they expected, and learned to trust God instead.

But now this.

After they had given up everything, it seemed, there was one thing left: their future.  The descendants God promised them could only come through Isaac.  God was very specific about that.  And now God expected them to hand Isaac over.

“Meet me at the mountain I will show you.”

And Abraham went, along with Isaac.  We don’t know how old Isaac was.  No matter how old, we can hear Sarah’s pleading cries at their departure, if Abraham had the nerve to tell her about it.

It is a surprise to us, but it was no surprise to Abraham, apparently.  For one thing, child sacrifice was practiced among the religions of their time.  Even if it weren’t, “sacrifice was the motif by which he had lived for years, the letting go, the leaving behind, the traveling light…By now he has a lived history in which God has provided for him in unanticipated, unexpected ways.  Maybe by now he is used to living trustingly in the seemingly absurd, that which he could not anticipate, that which is beyond his imagining.”[i]

He seemed to be less disturbed by it than we are.  When it was time to leave the young men who traveled with them, he told them “we will worship there, and we will come back to you.”  We.  When Isaac asked where the sacrificial animal was, Abraham assured his son that God would provide the lamb.

Nevertheless he put Isaac on that altar, and bound him, and raised the knife before the angel of God stopped him.

Yikes.  I don’t know whether to call that faith or insanity.

But God called it faith.  “Now I know that you will not withhold anything from me,” is the message to Abraham.

I confess that I struggle with a God who would ask that.  Is God a monster?

That is the real question, isn’t it?

But maybe this is the point God is making on that mountain.  “I am not a monster.  I don’t require child sacrifice like these other false gods you imagine would ask that of you.”

On the other hand, it seems that God wants to know whether we are willing to go that far.  Can we trust God even when it seems that God is asking too much?

It seems like a way to understand the hard things in life, to say that God is testing our faith.  Let’s put aside that idea.  This story is not about life’s tragedies.  Isaac didn’t die of a fever.  He wasn’t killed in battle.  It was a request from God, so it is a situation we might never face.  So please, don’t equate this story with a tragic event in your life, like the series of challenges  my friend Ann is facing.

But we will face our mountain of testing if we are people of faith.  It happens along the journey of faith.  God will ask us to let go of each thing that we want to hold onto as a source of life instead of holding onto God.  It happens here and there, if we are paying attention.  It is forged in times when trusting God is the hardest thing to do, when obedience means real sacrifice.

There are times when you know what God’s command to love requires of you, and it might be excruciating.  My guess is that you have an example in mind right now, and I don’t have to spell it out for you.  This is when our faith is tested, in the knowing, and the struggle.

Sacrifice is not a 21st century word, at least not in our culture.  We laud it in our sports heroes or soldiers or leaders.  But that doesn’t mean we want to do it.

Abraham shows us that faith is lived, and it involves sacrifice. It is about relinquishing everything that makes us comfortable so that we can cast everything we accumulate and enjoy and love—yes, love!—onto God and trust that we will receive even more than we gave up.  Faith is slowly realizing that what we have been holding onto won’t give us the kind of life God offers.  It is no wonder it took Abraham years and years to reach that level of trust.

This strange, horrible story can only be grasped slowly, through trusting God to show us how it works.  Faith in God is a slow, lived process, a giving up of one thing after another so that the way to deeper and deeper faith, the way of following God becomes more and more clear.

God asks to meet us at the mountain where our faith will be tested.  What are the steps, the places along the way where God will ask you to relinquish more and more, bit by bit?  What is God asking you to let go of, right now?  It is a step on the way to a bigger life, a broader landscape of God’s presence and goodness and faithfulness than you can imagine today.

Abraham may be our example of extraordinary faith, but he was a human just like you and me.  He wanted a son.  He was hungry, and afraid, and tired.  But he lived long enough to see that he could trust God every single time, even when the way forward seemed impossible.  Even when all he had left to love was all he had left to give.

I don’t even know if I want to have that kind of faith.  I do know that this is the way God calls us to follow.  As we answer the call, we will see how it’s done.  If we don’t follow, we won’t.  We can meet God at the mountain, or stay home.

Maybe that is the question that haunts us about this story: whether we are ready to take the first step toward the mountain.

So, what’s the good news, Pastor?  The good news is that at every point in Abraham’s life, God loved him.  Whether his faith was strong or weak, God’s love was always strong.  The same goes for you and me.  That is never the question.

The question is, how much of God do we want to see, and know?  The answers are on the way to the mountain.

[1] Not her real name.

[i] Peterson, Eugene.  The Jesus Way: A Conversation on the Ways that Jesus is the Way. 2007.  (Grand Rapids: Eerdmans), p. 58.

Jesus Saves, One Way or Another

Matthew 14:22-33… Proper 14 A                                                                             

              One summer about ten years ago, my nephew Sam almost drowned.  He lives in New Jersey, and he was swimming off one of their beautiful white sand beaches when suddenly he found himself far from shore.  A rip current had developed and carried him away from his friends.  By the time he realized what was going on, a life guard was already on the way to help him.  All he had to do was tread water and wait. 

              Sam wasn’t too rattled about this until he learned that three other swimmers had died a few miles down the beach from getting caught in the same kind of current.  Swimmers are told not to try to swim back to shore because the current will only wear them out.  Sam as a well-toned athlete, very successful in track, but he was no match for a rip current.  He knew he was supposed to swim parallel to the beach to get out of the current, and then swim toward shore.  Fortunately Sam didn’t have to test that idea.  He just got rescued.

              Sometimes trouble comes like that, out of the blue.  One minute you’re having fun, and the next thing you know, you’re in the hospital, or divorce court, or the funeral home.  How did this happen, you ask yourself.  You can’t even take it in at first, it seems so impossible to believe.  And you can’t believe other people are out buying groceries and going to movies as though nothing happened.   It’s almost as though you are far from shore, treading water until you can get back to solid ground again.

              Other times, we end up in trouble of our own making.  You wish you wouldn’t drink as much, but you always seem to go a little farther than you should, and the damage is done, to your marriage, your car, or your career….Those magazines seemed harmless at first, but now you can’t help spending hours on the internet, surfing websites for pictures that you’d be ashamed to show to your kids…Or you got yourself too far into debt, unable to curb your spending when it makes you feel so good to get new things, especially when everything else in your life is so depressing. 

              But sometimes it’s like this.  That impulse to quit your job and find something better is now something that haunts you every day.   Your spouse doesn’t have to say anything, just that sigh and the accusing look when the bills come are enough to make you wish you could do it over and keep the stupid job. 

This year it is a feeling we are all having to some degree or another.  I struggle with more sadness and despair than I ever have before.  The uncertainty and fear are weighing on us, not to mention the distress over politics and the economy.  Fear of drowning can take lots of different forms. 

               I think the trouble Peter got into on the lake was his own doing.  He got all excited when he saw Jesus and jumped out of the boat.  It only took a few steps to remember that his name was Peter, which means “rock,” and he sank like one, all right. 

              I imagine Jesus chuckling when he pulled Peter out of the water.  Hey, Peter, where’s your faith now?  How come you didn’t believe me when I told you who I was?  Where did you think the power to walk on water came from?

              When you read about this passage, Peter usually gets either scolded for doubting or praised for having enough faith to walk on water in the first place.  But this isn’t a story about Peter’s faith.  It’s a story about Jesus.  Peter’s stunt may serve as a way of showing that following  Jesus isn’t smooth sailing—a series of victories. 

              The important thing is that Peter knew how to yell for help.  And to whom.  “Lord, save me!” may have been his most effective and eloquent confession.  After all, we don’t remember Peter for being able to cross a lake without a boat.  We remember him because he’s an awful lot like us, and Jesus never gave up on him.  So maybe Jesus won’t give up on us either, as small or inconsistent as our faith might be.

              Jesus never meant for us to base our faith on spectacles that defied the laws of physics.  Jesus walked on water to get to the guys in the boat.  It didn’t hurt his claim to being God’s son, either, but I don’t think he did it to create faith.  Think of Elijah, whose contest against the prophets of Baal had been won hands down in blaze of fire.  It didn’t keep Elijah from sinking into despair and fear.  Peter’s water-walking stunt wouldn’t keep him from denying Jesus three times, when things got ugly.

              Fortunately, Jesus’ name means “save.”  Our belief in Jesus is based not on miracles or spectacle, but on the fact that he is the only one who can save us.  Jesus’ hand is the one that pulls us out of the jams we get ourselves into, or at least holds us until we get to a boat, or shore.  Jesus is the one who died to free us from slavery to sin.  It happened through his death and resurrection.  Jesus is the one who will be with us when no one else will do that.  Jesus is the one who sees potential in people like Peter, and us, and does whatever it takes to claim us as his own.  He loves us that much.

              The story shows us a few ways that Jesus saves us, actually.  Which is good, because we need various kinds of help throughout our lives.  Sometimes we need to be rescued from certain doom.  Other  times we just need to know somebody cares.

              When the boatful of disciples first spotted Jesus, they didn’t recognize him.  They thought he was a ghost.  Back then the waters were thought to house bad spirits. Who else would be hovering over the stormy waves?  And what else should they expect when it looked like this would be their last trip across the lake? 

              What Jesus yelled to them is what he often says to us when we are on the edge of panic, or even over the edge already: “Take heart!  It is I.  Don’t be afraid.”  It’s me, guys.  You’ll be all right.

              Sometimes that’s all we need isn’t it?  Just to be reminded that God is there, and God is in control.  That it will be all right.  This too shall pass, and it’s all in God’s hands.  The one who loves us and can save us will win in the end.

              I camped out in the backyard with my granddaughter last week.  She is almost eight years old, and it was her first time sleeping in a tent.  The noises made her nervous, so she asked to hold my hand as she fell asleep.  She just needed to know I was there. 

              But once in a while we need more help than that.  We need someone to get us out of the mess that came out of the blue, or that we got ourselves into.  Either way, it’s awful, and we want to be rescued, please, the sooner the better.

              We have enough stories about how God responds to those prayers to know that there are as many kinds of answers as there are problems and people with those problems.  Sometimes God seems to answer prayer with healing, a new job, a way out of trouble.  We reach out and find the hand, right there!  Help comes at just the right time.

              Most times, though, it doesn’t happen like that, does it?  We wonder how it will ever be resolved, and help is nowhere in sight.  Our prayers seem to go as high as the ceiling and then fall to the floor with a thud. 

              My suggestion in such times is this: don’t be so bent on getting rescued that you miss what Jesus does a lot more often.  He gets into the boat with us.  In the lake that night, the rest of the disciples needed saving too.  Just because they didn’t jump out of the boat like Peter didn’t mean they weren’t scared of drowning too.  But Jesus came, and he sat down in the boat next to them.  The waves calmed down, and they worshipped him.

              We don’t know if they worshipped Jesus because he calmed the storm, or because he could walk on water and heal the sick, because he had just fed 5,000 people with a sack lunch, or what.  Maybe it was because they were so relieved to be safe.  Perhaps it was just because they were glad he got into the boat.

              It was probably different for each disciple.  Just as we are all different, and so is our faith, from person to person, from day to day. 

              The life of faith is messy.  Sometimes we love God so much we sing our hearts out.  And the next day we’re denying Jesus every bit as badly as Peter did.  But God loves us anyway, and saves us in spite of our piecemeal, measly faith.  Because our faith, as important as it is, is not what gets us out of trouble.  Jesus is.  It just pays to know enough to look for him when you’re bailing as fast as you can and you know you’re sinking no matter how hard you work at it. 

              Jesus saves us, sometimes right away, sometimes after a long wait.  Sometimes he saves us just by letting us know he’s there.  And many times, like my nephew Sam, we don’t even know we’re in trouble until we see Jesus coming toward us to take us back to dry ground.   Glory be to Jesus, who knows what we need, disregards whatever got us into trouble, and saves us because he loves us, and because he can. 

Jesus Said, “You Feed Them”     

Matthew 14.13-21…Proper 13A

The crowds wouldn’t leave Jesus alone.  He had just gotten the news about the death of his cousin, John the Baptist.  He needed time alone, so he got into a boat and headed for a spot on the lakeshore where people had no reason to go.  By the time he arrived, hundreds—no, thousands of people—had hurried around the lake to meet him there.  Some of them were racing to be first in line.  Even though he was grieving John’s death, Jesus had compassion on them, sighed, and got busy curing those who were sick.

Jesus didn’t see the people as an interruption.  He saw their need.

We get an idea of how many people gathered on the lakeshore that day, because there were about 5,000 men in addition to women and children by the time they served the meal.  It could add up to 20,000 or more.  So Jesus and his disciples were probably pretty worn out when everybody started getting hungry.  “The hour is now late,” the disciples reminded Jesus, as if he didn’t know.  They wanted the people to go away.  People could get food in the nearby villages.  Nobody should expect any more of Jesus and his disciples today.

Jesus didn’t see the people as a problem.  He saw their need, and he said, “You feed them.”

Right.  Where’s the food gonna come from??

This story is the only miracle of Jesus that is reported in all four gospels.  If you had to tell it from memory, you might mention the little boy who offered his lunch, or the parts that Philip and Andrew played in the story, or the reaction of the disciples about how much it would cost.  But none of these details is mentioned in Matthew’s version.  Matthew likes to emphasize the role of Jesus’ disciples.

“You give them something to eat,” Jesus told them.  Isn’t it interesting that Jesus didn’t perform a different miracle?  He could have made everyone’s hunger pangs go away.  He could have made the food appear in everyone’s stomachs, and skipped the whole business of passing it out, cleaning up the fish bones and picking up the leftovers.

Instead, Jesus had them participate.  Disciples, after all, are called to do more than learn.  They are called to work.  Maybe Jesus wanted them to look into the eyes of the people, to see their hands reaching out to receive the food.  Passing out the food may have seemed like a chore, but when you are passing out the food Jesus provides, it becomes more than that.  You get to be part of something extraordinary, and unexpected.

Ask the people who hand bags of rice to people in Haiti.  Ask me what it’s like to hand you the bread of communion.  It is more than a job.  It is a holy moment, something special you don’t forget.  

We have crowds of people all around us, every day.  People who are hungry for meaning.  Hungry for love.  Hungry for friendship and hope.  Could there be an extraordinary opportunity to feed them?  We could pray, “Jesus, send them someone to help them.”  How does Jesus answer?  “You feed them.”

But we don’t have enough, Jesus!  We don’t know how to tell them about you.  We don’t have the training our pastor has.  We don’t have time to deal with people’s questions and issues and stories.  “You feed them,” Jesus says.  And then he takes what we do have and gives us enough to feed them with.  Somehow multiplies it to become a feast.

People are trying to satisfy their hunger with all kinds of things, but their spiritual hunger remains.  

A woman watches as her husband comes home, pops open a beer, and sits down in front of the TV. She knows he’ll be there until he goes to bed, and will change positions only to eat the supper she puts on the end table next to him or to get up and get another beer.  She turns the page of her magazine and wonders if it will ever get any better.  Should she get a different haircut?  Maybe try another diet?

A high school sophomore gets off the phone and wonders if she did the right thing, promising to get pregnant as soon as she can so she and her best friend can share the fun of having babies and moving out on their own.  What else is there?

A man drives home from work, figuring in his head how much his 401K is worth now, a habit he repeats every payday.  Will it be enough for him and his wife to travel in their retirement, the big dream they’ve been working for all their lives?  Or will it get eaten up by long term care, if one of them ends up getting Alzheimers?  

People are hungry for love, for hope, for anything to makes life worth living.  “Why do you spend your money for bread that doesn’t satisfy?”  asks the prophet Isaiah.  See, this hunger is not new.  Jesus is the bread they hunger for.  Bread that tastes like hope, love, purpose.  Bread that satisfies.  “You feed them,” Jesus says.  We have the bread they need; we know Jesus.

And people are physically hungry.  Starvation and preventable diseases should be ancient history in our world by now, but they’re not.  Thousands die every day, and they don’t have to.  Who will feed them?  Jesus says, “You feed them.”  

“But I’m already too busy, I’m tired, and I don’t know how.”  Sounds like something the disciples probably muttered under their breath too.  We know how they feel about the vastness of the problem and the meager resources they have for themselves, let alone share with anyone else.  The problem is too big, and we don’t have enough!  Send them to someone else, Jesus!

“You feed them.”  

Did you catch what Jesus did before he started passing out the bread and fish? “He looked up to heaven, and blessed and broke the loaves, and gave them to the disciples…”  

Sound familiar?  Why is it significant?  Jesus loved to feed people, for one thing.  He understood real, gnawing hunger.  But this ritual of his also resonates with us when we receive Holy Communion.  You miss that right now, don’t you?  Think of this.  The sacrament is only one of many ways we can feel close to Jesus, feel grateful and renewed.  It’s almost like when you are looking for someone who happens to be standing right behind you. Jesus taps you on the shoulder every day and says, “I’m right here.  Just pay attention!”

Jesus not only fed people with bread when their stomachs were empty.  He feeds our lives, our souls with himself.  Christ is the bread that satisfies.  He gives us every breath, every heartbeat, every moment to recognize his presence with us.  

Once in a previous parish we were celebrating the end of the year in our after-school program.  The children were excited to share songs and stories with their parents.  The trouble was, we were in a weather pattern that could spawn tornadoes.  Our weather watcher told us we had to seek shelter. 

The church didn’t have a basement, and the cinder-block-walled bathrooms were the designated shelter.  The children looked at us, wide-eyed with fear.  I got a brainstorm.  I went to the kitchen where the hotdogs were ready to be served after the program.  We took them to the kids in the bathrooms, and it settled them right down.  Food was a comfort.  They still talk about our bathroom supper years later!  

Jesus Christ is our comfort food, so to speak.  He knows that people need the bread of life that satisfies.  How will they get it?  Jesus used his disciples, their hands and feet and voices, to feed thousands of people that day.  He never intended to do it all himself.  He wanted to share not only the task of feeding them, but the privilege and the joy of it.  He wants us to be in the habit of loving and serving and experiencing the wonder of community.  Seeing the need and having compassion on the people he loves.

Jesus never intended to feed the hunger of the people in our lives and our community by himself.  He expects us to use our hands, and feet and voices.  He wants us to see the beauty of each person, to look into their eyes and see what he sees.  He expects us to be broken, to be bread for them, just as he is bread for us and for all the world.  “You feed them,” he says, and then he gives us himself so that there will be enough to go around.  

What will we say when we see the hungry crowds, or the one or two, this week?  “Send them away?”  Or, “Yes, Jesus.  I’ll feed them.”  You will have enough; you will be enough for them, because you are a disciple of Jesus, our Bread of Life, who lives in and among us today.

Parables About Our Insides

Matthew 13:31-33, 44-52Proper 12A

If I were to ask you to use one image—okay, maybe two or three—to describe your family, what would you choose?  I can imagine using the table we gather around as a metaphor for the way my family nurtures me and gives me joy.  Or perhaps a house with a different kind of room for each member to celebrate our unique personalities.  

Jesus talked about a family, but it is a really big one.  It is the family of God.  Well, he only used that image of family once or twice.  He called it the kingdom of God, or kingdom of heaven.  In order to describe something so big, and to remind us who is king of said kingdom, we might expect him to use the image of a castle, or even a territory populated by all the king’s subjects.  A field of battle, maybe, with God as the conqueror.  Certainly not a seed, or a woman making bread.  He wouldn’t ask us to think of a pearl merchant, or a farmer, or a fisherman’s net, would he?

Yet that was his habit.  He used mundane objects and everyday experiences to tell us what it is like to live under the reign of God.  It is a story of love and struggle, creativity and hope.  How does he expect us to get the right idea from such examples?  

Parables are not meant to be reduced to moral teachings or doctrines.  So we might think they are not meant to be taken seriously at all.  It is easy to treat them like throw-away stories, simplistic ideas we relegate to the children.  Great fodder for animated vegetables to play out or drawings to fill in with crayons while the teacher plays a few Sunday School songs on the CD player.

But Jesus was not teaching Sunday School to children.  He was talking to adults.  And we have to assume that, while the parables he used might be simple and even playful, he was also serious about what he was saying.

Perhaps Jesus used objects and situations that were familiar so they would not overwhelm his hearers.  We can be grateful they are small enough to ponder without a lot of effort.  And maybe their compact size and familiarity makes them ideal for quietly prying open our hearts to reveal what is already inside: the kingdom of heaven that—surprise!—is within us, just as he said. 

So, if God’s big story, God’s dream of how the created order is meant to work, is not only something to read about in the Bible, but to recognize and embody within our own lives, what do these parables mean for us?

Living in God’s story is like a mustard seed.  Not much to look at, but it grows into a decent-sized plant. Not really big enough for birds to nest in, but Jesus apparently wanted to depict it as large enough to shelter them.  It is also like yeast, that dissolves and disappears into the dough, but those tiny grains produce a lovely size and texture for our daily bread.

What if God’s love is the seed, growing inside us so that we cannot keep it to ourselves?  What if we are the seeds, meant to let God crack us open and germinate and burst forth with life and fruit for others to receive with gratitude?

Living in God’s great story is like a treasure hidden in a field.  It is like a pearl that dazzles.  The ones who find them are willing to sell everything else they own in order to obtain them.

What could be that precious?  Is knowing and loving God so wonderful that it is worth giving up everything else?  Is that what we are celebrating when we come to worship?  

Or is this extravagant purchase about something more close to home?  What if you are the precious pearl?  What if I am the treasure hidden in the back forty?  Are we that precious to God?

Or what about this…is my neighbor the treasure, the great pearl?  Is his well-being worth making sacrifices to ensure?  Is her story worth giving up even an hour to listen to?  Is your community so precious to God that you would throw open your doors and risk everything to feed them, comfort them, give them shelter from the dangers they are facing?

Huh.  These innocent-looking parables actually have some teeth to them, not to mix metaphors or anything.  

Don’t forget the fisherman’s net that pulls in everything all at once.  Good fish and bad fish.  It reminds me of that other parable Jesus told about the wheat and the weeds all growing together, and how he said to let the master do the sorting when the time was right.  How it is all about a great harvest or a great catch of fish, not about who’s in and who’s out.  

I wonder which of these parables is getting your attention today.  I’ll give you a moment to think about each one.  I would hate to think of you leaving worship without something to take with you.  The parables are yours to ponder, free of charge.   

God’s story in you is like a mustard seed that someone took and planted, and it grew into the greatest of shrubs, where birds could nest in its branches.………….

God’s story in you is like yeast that a woman took and mixed with flour until it was raised and ready to bake.………….

God’s story in you is like a hidden treasure, such an exciting find that the one who discovered it sold everything he had and bought the whole field.…………

God’s story in you is like a merchant looking for fine pearls, who, when she found one of great value, went and sold everything she had in order to obtain it.………..

God’s story in you is like a great catch of many kinds of fish, and those who knew what they had sorted out the good from the bad.…………

Jesus’ disciples said they understood what he was getting at.  But of course, they spent a lot of time with Jesus.  Which is what we actually claim to do, if you think about it.  So maybe we need to spend more time with these teachings, simple as they seem at first glance.  Jesus hinted that there is more to them than what someone may have told us when we learned them as children.  

His hint about their meaning comes in one final parable. It is paraphrased by Eugene Peterson in The Message: ““Then you see how every student well-trained in God’s kingdom is like the owner of a general store who can put his hands on anything you need, old or new, exactly when you need it.” 

I wonder if what we need is to take a little more time looking at the new treasures he wants to give us.  Treasures that, apparently, are worth more than anything else in our lives. 

Fresh Wind                                                                                 

Acts 2:1-21….Pentecost

Rev. Deb Mechler

          I’d like you to take a few slow, deep breaths as we begin thinking about the story of Pentecost this morning.  Breath is a sign of life, and we are very aware of it right now.  Those afflicted with the corona virus may have difficulty breathing. 

          But we are also very aware of our breaths when we are out in public.  We actually have to treat each other’s breath as though it is poison right now.  But Jesus’ breath on the day of his resurrection was just the opposite.  It was life-giving breath, filled with Holy Spirit power that the disciples would need for their gospel ministry of forgiveness. (John 20:19-23)

          The words for the Holy Spirit in our Acts and John readings today could be translated “Holy Breath.”  The Holy Spirit is compared to wind in other Scripture texts. 

          And wind was the sound that was heard on that day of Pentecost.  The followers of Jesus obeyed his request to wait for the Spirit in Jerusalem, where they gathered together for prayer, probably wondering when and how Jesus would send his Spirit to them as he had promised.  Suddenly they were startled by the sound of a violent wind that got louder and seemed to fill the room before anyone could stumble out of the way.  It seemed to spark and ignite fires over their heads, with all of them pointing at one another before realizing that they had their own personal flames hovering and illuminating the stunned looks on their faces.

          And then all of them began to speak at once, but in different languages, drawing a crowd and amazing the foreigners with speech that even they could understand.  It was chaos, but somehow holy and intense at the same time.  No one could have expected the Spirit’s arrival to look quite like this.  After Jesus rose from the dead and then later floated up into the clouds, I suppose they should have been ready for anything. 

          This has the mark of God all over it.  Is it any wonder that the God who breathed life into Adam, who blew back the waters of the Red Sea would breathe gospel words and power into a roomful of humble followers?  If Nicodemus was there to see it happen, he might have remembered that Jesus once told him how the Spirit of God might show up like this.  Jesus told him, “The wind blows where it chooses, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes.  So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.” (Jn. 3:8)

          While much of the time we might think we have God figured out, on Pentecost we are reminded that God works in unexpected ways.  God does something new and different when the time is right.  The Spirit makes necessary changes, blowing out the dust in places long abandoned and perhaps even forgotten.  If we are alert to the Spirit’s movement, we get to witness God at work and maybe even open our sails to ride along for a while.  For the disciples, that meant telling people about Jesus and doing the miracles that he had done—healing, casting out demons, watching people transformed by the love and mercy of God.

          Do we still believe in a God who acts like that?  Do we understand that the Spirit will blow as He wills no matter what we might do to try to control His windy self? 

          As a church it is our job to discern how God is directing us to use our particular gifts and calling.  God’s people wait prayerfully for the wind of the Spirit to blow us along, ready to share the fresh breath of life with people who are stuck in the dark, stale air of unbelief or despair.  It is a challenge to remain open to the Spirit, but once you get the hang of it, it’s exciting to see what will happen. 

          The story is told of Rabbi Yechiel of Ostrowce, who was different from the other orthodox rabbis of Europe.  All the others boasted distinguished rabbinical geneologies, but Rabbi Yechiel was the son of a simple baker.  He inherited some of the forthright qualities of a man of the people.

          Once, when a number of rabbis had gathered at some festivity, each began to brag about his eminent ancestors who were rabbis.  When Rabbi Yechiel’s turn came, he said gravely, “In my family, I am the first eminent ancestor.”

          His colleagues were shocked at such impudence, but they said nothing.  Later, each one began to expound on texts from the Torah, quoting the sayings of his prominent ancestors.  One after another the rabbis delivered their learned speeches.  At last it came time for Rabbi Yechiel to say something.  He arose and said, “My masters, my father was a baker.  He taught me that only fresh bread was appetizing and that I must avoid the stale.  This can also apply to learning.”  And with that he sat down. [1]

          I guess we have a choice.  We can be like all those other rabbis, and continue to lean on what we have learned about God in the past, always going back to experiences and ideas that had an impact on us once upon a time.  We can hope that the valuable lessons of our youth will translate to the next generation.  But it will be stale for them. Or, we can expect the Spirit to keep blowing, teaching us new and deeper ideas about God from the same Scriptures, fresh ideas that apply to our experiences and relationships today.  We can welcome the Spirit to compel us to service, in the language of our lives today.

          Do we still believe in a God who breathes life into dead spirits and lights a fire over unsuspecting heads? Can God’s Spirit blow among us?  Or do we believe God’s fresh Spirit is just for other people? 

          It is tempting to put the story of Pentecost in the category of fairy tales, or of history, simply because we’ve never experienced anything like it.  When we studied Acts 2 in confirmation, the students were startled and curious about the way the Holy Spirit came upon the disciples that day.  But fairy tales are fiction, and history is past.  The Holy Spirit who filled the disciples with the fiery passion to tell people about Jesus is here too.  It is the Spirit who compels us to worship, serve, pray, and proclaim the love of Jesus Christ to those gathered near us simply because they live and work here.      

I hope you noticed what Peter said to the folks in Jerusalem who were trying to figure out what was happening.  He told them that this was a fulfillment of the words spoken by the prophet Joel.  Did you hear this part—“In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people.  Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams.” (Acts 2:17)

          God’s Spirit is poured out on all people!  That doesn’t just mean pastors, or evangelists like Billy Graham, or only younger people or only the leaders.  It means all people—you and me included.  If you are a believer in Jesus Christ, you still qualify for the fresh wind of the Spirit to breathe life into your faith and your attitude and your daily life.  You don’t have to depend on the Bible verses you or your parents learned long ago, or the counsel of your pastor from 20 years ago.  You don’t have to cling to a faith that is second-hand, or covered with dust, almost forgotten or almost worn out. God is alive! God’s Spirit is an endless source for you, eager to reveal new dimensions of faith to you today and tomorrow and forever. 

          Pentecost is here, today and every day.  God’s Spirit was given to you in your baptism, my friends.  The living God breathes life and love and unexpected joy into you just as surely as it happened to the disciples.  Open your Bible to read of it.  Open your heart, open the windows of your soul and feel the refreshing wind of God’s Spirit in your life.  Thanks be to God! 

Power to Wait

Acts 1:6-14; Ephesians 1:15-23…Easter 7A/Ascension

          Last winter our grandkids got caught in a cycle of catching bugs like strep throat that were going around.  I share emergency duties with their other grandmother, and one day it was my turn to get our four-year-old grandson to the doctor for a strep test.  He was feeling pretty good, but we wanted to try to head off the tough symptoms. 

          As I went out the door, I grabbed a pair of dice, knowing that he liked to use them at my house.  He rolled those dice over and over, delighted with the challenge of figuring out which number was higher.  He was at it for an hour and a half, normally an eternity for a child to wait.  But he was doing what he loved, with someone he trusted, in a room with strangers whose waiting time was also shortened by the pleasure of watching him.

          We don’t like to wait.  As Americans, we are practically drilled in the art of getting what we want as quickly as possible.  In fact, our planet is suffering because of all the energy it takes to satisfy our impatience, manufacturing and delivering all the goods our appetites require.  We get restless in the few seconds it takes for our computers to boot up.

          But now we are forced to wait.  We do not like it one bit, waiting for it to be safe to go out again, waiting to see family and friends, waiting for postponed surgeries and celebrations.  And as congregations waiting to be able to call a new pastor, the unsettled feeling is compounded for you.

          In the time that Jesus was appearing to his followers after his resurrection, he asked them to wait in Jerusalem once he was gone.  But they couldn’t resist asking him one more time, right before he ascended into heaven, ““Lord, is this the time when you will restore the kingdom to Israel?”  I would not have blamed Jesus for an eye roll.  He had repeatedly told them that he was not that kind of Messiah.  Instead he reminded them once again to trust God to do what is needed at the right time.  And then he promised them that they would receive power from the Holy Spirit to enable them to tell everyone everywhere about him.

          They did as Jesus asked.  They went back to Jerusalem, where they devoted themselves to prayer.  The version of the story in Luke 24 says that after he ascended, “they worshiped him, and returned to Jerusalem with great joy; and they were continually in the temple blessing God.”  Like my grandson, they were doing what they loved, with people they trusted.

          Yet they had no idea what they were waiting for.  We’ll talk about that next week on Pentecost, when the disciples received great power from God.

          Power.  It is something we seek so often.  We need it for everything we can’t do in our own strength: travel, heat our homes, communicate long distance, and so on.  Besides those kinds of power—horse power, electricity, fossil fuels—we need divine power for our lives too.

          God wants to give you power not only for great accomplishments or acts of ministry.  God’s power is for you for your whole life.  We read what Paul said about God’s power in Ephesians 1.  He yearns for his readers to know “what is the immeasurable greatness of his power for us who believe, according to the working of his great power. God put this power to work in Christ when he raised him from the dead and seated him at his right hand in the heavenly places.”  That is tremendous power!

          What do we need power for?  To do hard things.  One of the hardest things for us: to wait on God.  We would much rather be doing something.  We are in a culture of doers.  But sometimes we are asked to wait.  Since that is an unfamiliar, uncomfortable task, we need God’s power to do it.  It is ours for the asking. 

          It took me eight years to complete my course of study in seminary, partly because I switched programs midstream.  Sometimes the only courses offered were ones I had already taken. Once or twice I had to forgo my education because we were busy raising young children.  There were times I felt as though I would never finish.  I remember talking to God about it while driving my van in St. Paul one rainy day, asking why it couldn’t go any faster.  I sensed God asking me why I wanted it to be done.  I couldn’t come up with an answer.  My only reason was because I wanted it to be done.  I laughed out loud.  That was the only reason I could come up with?  I was able to accept the slow pace of it after that, and even appreciated each course more because of it.

            God knew all about it, and when I would reach the end.  It took all those eight years for me to be ready to be a pastor.  It took that long for my husband to wrap his mind around it too.  When I began full time ministry, it was the ideal time for our family. 

          See, God knows how to use the time for our good.  God’s power is always used for our good, in big things and small things.  Did you hear that?  God is powerful, but that power is always in service to our well-being.  God’s power and love are inseparable.  David says that at the end of Psalm 62:

“Once God has spoken;
   twice have I heard this:
that power belongs to God,
   and steadfast love belongs to you, O Lord.” (Ps 62.11-12a)

          We have a collective moment right now—a massive pause—in which we can learn and change, or we can squander it with impatience, complaining, and squabbling.  God’s power is available to us for this.  Can we make it a time of discovering God’s power among us?  Of practicing patience and love toward one another?  Can we use this opportunity to deepen our relationships, and to practice forgiveness when we are all struggling to navigate this?  Love and forgiveness are the “heavy lifting” in our relationships.  What better reason to draw on God’s power at work within us? 

The apostles did exhibit great courage and power as they traveled far and wide, making great sacrifices and enduring suffering for Jesus’ sake.  They were not super human; they were  normal people just like us.  They received power because they waited for it, and then let it have its way in them. 

We observe Memorial Day this week.  If there is ever a time of collective waiting, it is in times of war.  How hard it must be to wait for your husband, brother, sister, wife to come home from active duty when you fear for their safety!  How trying it was for whole societies to endure the agonizing period of wartime and all its inconveniences, not to mention the tragedy of death at the hands of other human beings.  We honor those memories, and celebrate those who fought and died, those who came home, and those who still serve for the well-being of humankind, at the risk of their lives. 

Active, hopeful waiting is unfamiliar to us, but it is the way of faith, of wisdom, of love.  The only way we ever grow is to accept reality, surrender to it, and rest in the goodness of God who will lift us to a new, better way of being.  To be a people of hope, able to wait on God, and to make the most of each moment by loving and blessing one another in the power of God. 

I want to close by quoting a wise Christian mystic of our time, Cynthia Bourgeault, who teaches us how to draw on the power that God has embedded within us in times of trial.  I heard this in a discussion about hope in a podcast, and I was eager to share it with you.  I think it fits well with our need to wait with faith in God right now:

“Hope’s home is at the innermost point in us and in all things.  It is a quality of aliveness.  It does not come at the end as the feeling that results from a happy outcome.  Rather, it lies at the beginning, as a pulse of truth that sends us forth.  When our innermost being is attuned to this pulse, it will send us forth in hope, regardless of the physical circumstances of our lives.  Hope fills us with the strength to stay present, to abide in the flow of mercy no matter what outer storms assail us.  It is entered always and only through surrender, that is, through the willingness to let go of everything we are presently clinging to.  And yet, when we enter it (hope), it enters us and fills us with its own life, a quiet strength beyond anything we have ever known.”[i]

That quiet strength is God, at work in us as we wait with hope in Him. . 

[i] Quoted on “Universal Christ in Deep Time” in the podcast “Another Name for Everything” from the Center for Action and Contemplation: www.cac.org.

The Fourth “B”

John 14:15-24…Easter 6A

          This past Wednesday I hosted the last confirmation class for spring on Zoom.  These are wonderful young people whom I was privileged to teach and learn from in their last year of instruction.  They will be affirming their baptism this year, an event fondly remembered by many of us. 

In my years of teaching confirmation, I have developed a framework for the understanding of living our baptism that consists of “three B’s”: Believe, Belong, and Bear Witness.

          Lutherans are very strong on the “believe” part.  We know how to teach the Small Catechism and the Bible on which it is based.  We recite the Apostles Creed often.  If we had to pinpoint where much of our faith resides in our bodies, I would point to the head.  We are more prone to thinking about God than expressing emotions about God. 

          The “belong” part is what has us feeling a lot of pain right now.  We miss each other.  We don’t gather for worship merely because we need a group to worship with.  We like each other!  And that is the way it is meant to be, if I read the New Testament correctly.  I would caution you not to assume that your children and grandchildren all feel the same way.  They belong to a lot of groups these days, and their congregation is only one of many. 

          Still, we all want to feel as though we belong in a place where we are loved.  If we in the church follow Jesus’ command to love each other and avoid hurting each other, we can invite people of all ages to experience it among us, to feel valued here.

          So, the “believe” and “belong” parts are easy to grasp.  What about the “bear witness” part?  How do we proclaim to each other and to the world that this life of forgiveness and following Jesus is the only way anyone will truly experience joy?  How do we actually show forth the love of Jesus? 

          This is usually the part of the sermon where I try to motivate you to reach out to your neighbors and help them, as individuals and as congregations.  That is a major part of our purpose as the church, for sure.  There is plenty of talking and discernment about that which should be happening all the time among you because you are the church of Jesus Christ.

          In fact, this is what a couple of our baptismal vows focus on.  Specifically, we all have vowed to “Proclaim the good news of God in Christ through word and deed,” and to “serve all people, following the example of Jesus, and to strive for justice and peace in all the earth.”

          But today I don’t want to focus on that.  Instead I want to ask about our way of being.  What sets us apart in the way we cope with the corona virus epidemic and quarantine?  How do we respond as God’s people that is different from the other groups you belong to?  Is our conversation filled with the complaining and blaming that many people default to in such times?

          The gospel we read in John 14 this morning continues Jesus’ dialogue with his disciples that we explored last week.  Jesus is preparing them for his absence, because they would also be facing a time of insecurity and confusion, as we are right now.  What did he tell them to help them stay the course he had been showing them, after he left?

          Jesus said they will have the Holy Spirit, a true advocate who will stay with them, which the world around them won’t have.  Jesus told them they already knew the Spirit, whether they realized it consciously or not.  They were expected to be different because of the Spirit living in and through them. 

          He said to keep their eye on the ball.  Keep his commandments.  The word for keep here is tereo, which means more than obedience.  It means to value and cherish the way of life Jesus taught them.  Remember that he said his commands are simply to love God and to love the neighbor as ourselves.  That was Jesus’ own way of being.  He asked them to make it their way of being too.  Not just to worship God or Jesus, but to embody love in all that they say, think, and do. 

          As his modern disciples now, that is our purpose too.  But it can be hard in a culture of such division and anxiety.  How do we avoid the blaming and power struggles of our time and instead keep our minds on Christ Jesus?  How do we actually experience the peace in our hearts that only his loving presence can give us?  A few verses later in John 14, Jesus says just that: “Peace I leave with you.  My peace I give to you.  I do not give to you as the world gives.  Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.”  (Jn 14.27)

          Jesus is not only our “way, truth and life” as he said earlier in John 14.  He is our source of personal and communal peace.  Because he has eliminated the shame of sin and the fear of death in our lives, we are held steady by his living presence, his love that cannot be taken from us.  We want to reflect his unhurried, compassionate attitude toward all people.  We hold fast to the reality that we are his beloved and always will be, no matter how this epidemic plays out.

As God’s people, then, we are called to rise above the anxiety of this time.  We are called to act and speak differently than the troubled ones around us.  Not because we are better; we are anxious too!  But we take our anxiety to Jesus, and he reassures us with his presence and his compassion.  Because we know him, we know his Spirit too.  The Holy Spirit actually lives in us and bears witness to the world through us that God cares for us in the midst of suffering and upheaval.

          This reflects our theology of the cross as Lutherans.  We believe not only that Jesus atoned for our sins and obtained eternal life through his sacrifice and resurrection.  We look to the cross to know that Jesus suffers with us, and we share in his sufferings.

Like Jesus, we move toward suffering for the sake of other people.  We restrain ourselves from criticizing our neighbor and instead consider his own story of suffering that makes him lash out.  We move toward others in crisis even if we have to physically keep our distance, finding ways to help that will restore them and let them experience the love of God that drives us.  We have held back from worshiping together out of love, to protect one another. 

          Jesus said that, for those who cherish and follow his way, “my Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them.” (v 23)  What an amazing promise!

          Dr. Leslie Weatherhead was a pastor and writer in London.  He wrote a wonderful Christian classic I recommend to you, The Transforming Friendship: A Book About Jesus and Ourselves.[i]  It helped set the course of my faith journey with Jesus as my companion as well as my Savior and Lord.  In these trying times, it is knowing him that is carrying me through the anxiety.  He writes:

          “I want a personal relation with God which is big enough and real enough to hold me up if all the ships on the sea go down, and if every ‘movement’ in modern life breaks up and perishes…to sail with Christ with all the kingdoms of this world in sight, while life is young and fresh and beautiful.

          “Thus to love, thus to serve, thus to follow, thus to sail in unknown seas with the breath of life in one’s nostrils, the wine of life on one’s lips, the joy of life in one’s heart; this is to find what life is, and why man was created in the morning of the world, when all the stars of God sang together; this is to find the joy Christ had—a joy unquenchable through all the sorrows of His earthly voyaging; this is to find what Paul meant by the ‘glorious liberty of the children of God.’ This is life…This is adventure.  This is religion.”[ii]

          Jesus said his disciples know him.  He wants to be experienced today among us, not only in our church traditions and routines.  He comes to each of us and all of us to be known, not as a consultant, not as a nice idea to think about, but as the source and power of such a love that we cannot contain him.  We are meant to believe and trust him, to belong to his community of faith and joy, and to bear witness to his uncontainable love and resurrection power.  But not of that matters unless we let him befriend us too.  So, there is a fourth “B” that makes us different.  This makes us shine as lights in a dark time.  We love each other and the world as he loves us, fiercely, persistently, flagrantly as those befriended by Jesus.

          Is that the witness we are bearing to our little patch of Iowa? As we keep pursuing friendship with Jesus, the Holy Spirit works in us to make our answer “yes.”

[i] (Nashville: Abingdon Press), 1990. 

[ii] Weatherhead, p. 85, 78.

Jesus Alone is Enough

John 14:1-14…Easter 5A

          “Do not let your hearts be troubled.”  Reassuring words from Jesus himself.  How good it is that we can read them and hold them dear two thousand years after they were uttered! 

          This time as I read John 14, I glanced at the end of chapter 13.  Peter has just promised to remain true to Jesus, no matter what.  And Jesus predicted that Peter would deny him three times. 


          Talk about a troubling statement.  And these are troubling times too.  What consolation can we derive from this conversation between Jesus and his disciples? 

          We often read these verses at funerals, for good reason.  We are comforted by Jesus’ promises.  He is preparing a place for us.  He emphasizes that we can trust him: “If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?”  He says he will take us there.  He wants to be with us forever.

          Think of it.  For some reason, God does not wish to be without us, ever.  So much so that Jesus did the unthinkable to make it happen.  To be the way for us. 

          Notice that Jesus said, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life.”  The way to the Father.  He didn’t say, “I will show you the way,” and hand us a map.  Even though in other places he tells us to follow him in the way of the cross, here he says it differently.  “I am the way.”

          We have taken Jesus’ command to believe in him (which he equates with believing in God) and reduced it to a set of beliefs.  The Apostles Creed, for example.  Take all of it to be true, and you will be saved. 

          But Jesus wasn’t saying that.  He was asking his disciples to trust him, that his own life reveals the heart of God.  That we can depend on him.  That his very being is the container for what is true.  That his compassion, his mercy, his sacrifice are what constitute the life that is truly life. 

          “OK, if you’re the way to the Father, then show us the Father,” Philip asked.  And Jesus replied, “You’re looking at him!  Everything the Father is, I am. When you see me, you see the Father.” 

          I noticed that Jesus uses the word “Father” thirteen times in these fourteen verses.  I hear the frustration in his voice.  He is saying he could not have done anything more to show God to them.  All that he has been telling them for three years comes from God.  No wonder Jesus spent many hours in solitude, striving to keep the story straight and not give in to what everybody expected the Messiah to be.

          Yet we act as though Jesus himself is not enough for us.  Matt Chandler says that  we go to movies, concerts, read books, etc. to get intense experiences yet ignore the resurrection power and purpose God has given us, as if having that kind of power and incredible meaning is not enough for us.  We have insatiable appetites to fill the void inside….looking for transcendence—for a sense of awe and deep meaning that we long for—as if Jesus doesn’t provide that, and then are disappointed when all those other things don’t satisfy.[i]

          Friends, we have been are groomed to be insatiable for things we can buy, goods and experiences we can consume.  Advertisers and political candidates tap into our natural hunger for joy and wonder, offering cheap substitutes for that which only God can give to us.  It is as though we are dancing with the partner of our dreams but keep looking over their shoulder for someone better.

          There is nothing better!  If we don’t understand this now, we never will.  Our busy schedules have kept us from sitting in God’s presence and soaking up God’s love for us.  Our chasing after false ideals has us restless for even more if we reach our goals, and in despair of missing out if we don’t reach them. We are looking in the wrong places for filling our heart’s desires.

          Maybe it is because we think Jesus asks too much of us.  He does ask us for everything, nothing less.  But as we turn away from him to other things, they ask for everything too, and we have been giving it to them.  So the question is not whether Jesus asks too much.  It is whether we actually consider him the worthy object of our pursuits.  We will die for something; the question is only what or whom we will die for.

          Friends, in these times, many of our distractions have been taken away from us.  Jesus stands before us in all the truth of his being and asks us to accept him as he is, and to trust that what he does and says and is, is God’s own self.  Is that not enough for us?

          Some of us do not have the time to ponder this.  You may be among those whose work has increased along with the stresses of coping right now.  But the same question will hold true for you both now and in the future.  Can you trust Jesus to be enough for you even as you struggle to cope with it all?  He really is enough for every one of us.

          You won’t experience that as a reality if the Jesus you have been leaning on is a secondhand version of him.  There is a subtle but critical difference.  If you have been keeping Jesus as an idea in your mind, the “correct” Jesus of what you have been taught about him, you may have found this model of him to be fragile, unable to bear the weight of your troubles.

          Instead, he asks us to know him personally.  To realize that his Spirit that indwells you is a living being, Jesus’ own self asking to be unleashed and fully shown forth in every part of your life.  That is why we need to read the gospels to know Jesus.  We need to open ourselves to the Spirit who shows us who and what Jesus is and does.  To recognize the yearnings for goodness, the impulses to love, the desire for justice as God’s own self speaking through our hearts and minds.  This is not an overstatement.  We are told in Genesis that we are made in God’s own image, and Jesus said his Spirit actually lives in us.  It is almost too much to fathom.

          Yet we turn away from this truth and settle for nice ideas about Jesus.  We let other people—including me, one of the preachers in a chorus of others—tell us what Jesus is like.  Don’t settle for that.  Accept Jesus’ invitation to know him yourself, to have the confidence and faith and resilient, true comfort that only he can offer you at this time and all the times of your life.

          Bill Bryson in his book The Lost Continent: Travels in Small Town America tells about a visit to the boyhood home of Mark Twain/Samuel Clemens in Hannibal, Missouri.  He found a trim whitewashed house with green shutters, which he could see for a mere $2 fee.  It attracts 135,000 visitors per year, who look through windows and hear recorded messages.  Bryson asked a fellow tourist what he thought about the place. 

The fellow replied, “Oh, it’s great.  I come here whenever I’m in Hannibal, two or three times a year.  Sometimes I go out of my way to see it.  I’ve visited this place maybe 20-30 times by now.  It’s a real shrine.”

Bryson observed, “You must be a real fan, a follower of Mark Twain.  Would you say the house is just like he described it in his books?”

“Oh, I don’t know, wouldn’t have the foggiest.  I’ve never read any of his books!”

Don’t let that be said of you about Jesus.  Dig into the gospels for yourself.  I know you miss worship at church right now.  We all do.  But you have a Bible.  You can enrich your faith without my help or the help of any other pastor.  In fact, I have resisted the idea of providing online devotions for you every day.  You need to take responsibility for your own faith and, for a time, your children’s faith.  As Paul said in Philippians, “work out your own salvation with fear and trembling; for it is God who is at work in you, enabling you both to will and to work for his good pleasure.” (Phil 2.12b-13)

That is why I have recorded videos about the different ways that people feel close to God.  They are unpolished, but they can help you understand what works best for you in getting close to God on your own.  I hope you will find them helpful in your quest.

Don’t settle for memes on social media or even the best of teachers.  Don’t merely listen to songs about Jesus.  Those things can confirm what you know, but they are no substitute.  Jesus alone is enough and doesn’t need anything added to his goodness.  Embrace him as your teacher, your friend.  Let the gospel of Jesus Christ be your unfailing source of hope right now.  He will not disappoint you.  Thanks be to God.

[i] Source unknown.

Our Shepherd for 2020

John 10:1-10; Psalm 23; Acts 2:42-47…Easter 4A

          When our children were small, we took them on a vacation to the Lake of the Ozarks in Missouri.  One of the local attractions was a cave.  There was a little welcome building with facilities by a small gravel parking lot.  A door was erected across the cave entrance.  We paid our fee and waited for the guide to lead us in and tell us all about it.  He took us along the wooden walkway, describing the way the cave had been used in the past by Native Americans and most likely hibernating animals such as bears.  It was one of the tame family experiences you seek on vacation to help fill an afternoon.

          The kids liked it.  As we drove away, I asked them what they thought about being in a cave where bears used to wander in out of the cold.  Our son was quiet for a minute, then he asked, “How did they get through the door?”

          Jesus describes himself as the gate for the sheepfold, in Greek literally the door.  He is the one who lets sheep in for protection and lets them out to find pastures for grazing.  It’s important to remember that the original writings did not have chapter and verse divisions, and this teaching is a continuation of John 9.  Jesus healed a man who had been blind all his life, welcoming him into the family of faith and restoring him to the community.  Jesus contradicted the scribes and Pharisees who had set themselves up as gatekeepers in his place.  The harsh language about those who are thieves and bandits could not have been well-received by those men in power.

          It seems that Jesus’ kind of gate is one that welcomes people in and doesn’t just keep people out.  He wants everyone to belong to his flock.  The Jesus gate is the kind that opens up for everyone to go out and find the food they need.  He is the kind of shepherd who says about his sheep, “I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.”

          We have always gotten that idea when we read Psalm 23, haven’t we?  That our Good Shepherd cares for us enough to do everything in his power to keep us safe and thriving.  What does that look like for this time of disease and anxiety?  Let’s take a look.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

That sounds a little like the early believers that we read about in Acts 2.  The people were sharing everything, not as a permanent design for the church necessarily, but because these people were visitors to Jerusalem when they came to believe in Jesus, and they hung around to figure out what it meant.  They had to work out how to feed and shelter everybody.  Not unlike our situation now, when we have many who have lost their jobs and must rely on help to feed the kids.  “I shall not want” is a description of the kingdom of God, where everyone has enough.  Which means we as God’s people need to work out ways to help.

          “I shall not want.”  This pandemic is exposing all the ways in which we have depended on ourselves for security.  But it is an illusion to think that we are self-sufficient, even if that is what we have always been taught.  Soren Kierkegaard said, “If we choose to be our own providence, then we will go quite ingenuously into our own trap, the wealthy as well as the poor. If we want to entrench ourselves in our own plot of ground that is not under God’s care, then we are living, though we do not acknowledge it, in a prison.” (Provocations)

          All the structures of security that we have erected are proving unreliable now.  When they crumble, we find that the ground they rest on is God, who made all things and loves us eternally.  God is our only hope, our only source of security.  How does that work?  For one thing, God uses us to deliver divine provision to one another, so that no one suffers from want.

   He makes me lie down in green pastures;
he leads me beside still waters;
   he restores my soul.

Could your soul use some restoring right now?  Mine needs it daily, sometimes hourly.  That comes from the presence of the shepherd himself, who calls each of us by name.  If we have been paying attention to his voice, then we know it well enough now to follow him.  We cannot go many places right now, so we need to find inner spaces where Jesus will dwell with us safely.  Remember the verse, “Be still, and know that I am God.” (Ps. 46:10)  He will meet you there, in the stillness, if you take the time to seek him there.  And trust me, the bears can’t get through the “Jesus door” of your heart.

He leads me in right paths
   for his name’s sake.

I have always thought of this promise in terms of staying on the “straight and narrow way,” being obedient to God.  But there is no promise that these paths are straight.  If we are following in Jesus’ way, sometimes the path leads to suffering like that we read about in 1 Peter this morning.  It is not the popular or easy way to do as Jesus does, caring for others and making sacrifices out of love.  “Right paths” during this pandemic look to me like the ones nurses and doctors take to work in the hallways of hospitals and nursing homes.  They look like the road to your neighbor’s house when you bring them groceries. Maybe they look like the hallway to your child’s bedroom or your husband’s man cave, where you need to say you are sorry, or you forgive.

Even though I walk through the darkest valley,
   I fear no evil;
for you are with me;
   your rod and your staff—
   they comfort me.

The rod is for prodding.  The staff is for rescuing.  Which one do you need right now in this dark valley of disease and death?  Do you need to be prodded a bit to follow Jesus by serving?  Do you need rescuing from dread and despair?  Maybe you need them both within minutes of each other.  The shepherd’s rod and staff mean the shepherd is there, caring for you. 

You prepare a table before me
   in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
   my cup overflows.

Well, we certainly have an enemy.  The corona virus looks like the tiniest of spaceships, and it keeps seeking hosts to land on and ravage with its deadly tools.  How can we sit calmly in its presence like sheep grazing peacefully with a wolf nearby?  Only because the Shepherd is with us.  Only he can make us feel anointed—cared for, and with cups that overflow with previously unrecognized, abundant blessings—in the midst of this bizarre season. 

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
   all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
   my whole life long.

I suspect you would rather say “forever” at the end, wouldn’t you?  Either translation is fine.  The point is that our Good Shepherd wants only well-being and peace for us, and is able to give it to us, always.  God’s supply never runs out.  

A reporter once asked Albert Einstein, “What, in your opinion, is the most important question facing humanity today?”  Einstein thought for a bit and then replied, “I think the most important question facing humanity is, ‘Is the universe a friendly place?’”

Many are asking the same question today.  As followers of Jesus, we have good news: Yes, the universe is a friendly place, because God never abandons us, but instead claims us and welcomes us back even when we wander away.  It seems that “good” hardly covers it in describing our wonderful Lord and shepherd.  But we don’t rely on words anyway.  We rely on God, the One who loves us now and always, no matter what diseases or calamities threaten us.  Thanks be to God.


The beauty of the Psalms is that they are honest.  They express the tragedy and joy of normal human life.  So, as our prayer, I’d like to share one person’s version of Psalm 23 as he was feeling it a few days ago.  It ends with some uncertainty, but that is real and honest right now.  It’s OK to express that to God, who knows what is happening with you and invites you to bring your whole self to the moment of prayer. 

Lead me, Lord; I need you now more than ever.
I slog through each day,
Forgetting to pick up a mask,
Wondering who touched the misplaced box of cereal,
Surfing for tissue,
And I do not rest easy when I lie down at night.
I walk beside the brook,
Swinging wide to maintain supposedly safe social distance,
My soul disquieted, maintaining a faint hope:
Will this too, like all things, pass?
Will it?
For your name’s sake, Lord, lead me to
Whatever the new normal will be.
Is this the dark valley? Am I there yet?
Does it lie ahead of me?
No one knows. That is what I fear. (Selah)
Oh, I know you are with me.
I have not cast off my faith.
This is still my comfort:
I belong to Jesus, body and soul, in life and in death.
I know this with all my heart.
But if you don’t mind, Lord, I’m also counting on a flimsy mask
And trusting against trust in basic human decency. (Selah)
What do you make of all this, my Lord?
What are you making with it?
What do you want me to make of it?
I do not feel up to such a time as this,
And yet, and yet, here I am,
And you pour for me the cup that says,
This is still your house, and you want me to remain.
Here and now, I feel pursued, and not in a good way. (Selah)
Let me look backward and see goodness.
Let me look forward and see mercy.
Let me look around and see that this is still your house,
Yesterday, today, and forever.
At the moment I’m not so sure.

(Rev. Paul Janssen, 4-20)

“Blinders Off”

Luke 24:13-35; 1 Peter 1:17-23…Easter 3A

          “Stop the world, I want to get off!”  We have all felt that way and sometimes say this in jest, because we are exhausted from our responsibilities and schedules.   Well, now it’s not so funny.  So much in our world has stopped, seemingly overnight.  Our world has been disrupted.  We know we are living in a tragic and historic moment. 

          We might not think of it this way, but Jesus’s time of ministry was also a disruption.  He came to challenge the status quo that had people thinking God was only interested in sacrifices and Sabbath-keeping.  He consistently reached out to unclean people to restore them to health and to the community.  He violated the Sabbath laws by doing the good God originally intended. He exposed the unethical Temple practices.

          Yet his disciples did not understand what he was doing.  Up until the end, they thought that his job as God’s anointed one was the lead a military revolution.  Saving God’s people to them meant giving their people political power.  It seemed as though the few people who really understood Jesus’s intentions were those who were released from shame and welcomed by Jesus into the fellowship of God’s beloved.

          So we shouldn’t be surprised if the men Jesus met on the road to Emmaus were terribly sad and confused and didn’t realize who he was.  We get the benefit of the whole picture and centuries of interpretation.  They lived in first century Palestine, under Roman rule. 

          It is a wonderful story.  Once when I was telling it to preschoolers, a child who had heard it before could hardly contain himself when the two men invited Jesus to stay with them.  He poked his neighbor and whispered the spoiler: “It’s Jesus!  It’s Jesus!”

          We wonder why they didn’t recognize Jesus before he broke the bread for their meal.  We are not told about that.  Yet the fact that it dawned on them when he prayed and broke bread says something about Jesus’s presence among us.  He comes in the ordinary moments.  When we stop to see who is really with us, he is known to us.

          But we often wear blinders to the truth about Jesus. Those blinders keep us from seeing a lot that Jesus wants us to see, not only about himself but also about ourselves and the world around us. What are the blinders that keep us from seeing the truth?

          I’m only going to mention two kinds of blinders, and the first one will probably surprise you.  It is religion. 

          We can get so accustomed to church as we know it that we think that is how God shows up.  We come together and say the prayers, the creed, the liturgy.  We sing the hymns.  We listen to what the pastor has to say. And then we leave, often thinking that God is not as concentrated everywhere else as in our sanctuaries.

Now our sanctuaries are considered dangerous places where we cannot go.  We are forced to look for God elsewhere. 

Now, you’ve probably always known that God doesn’t live at church. You sense God’s presence at home when you pray, when you read the Scriptures, I’m sure.  Maybe not all the time, but some of the time.  It keeps you going. Your faith has been tested by illness or loss, other struggles, and you count on God’s faithfulness at such times.   

          I’m going to challenge you to a deeper relationship with God, a faith that goes beyond the creeds and doctrines. It is faith that bears witness to the love of God that is poured into our lives every day. Faith the reaches out to give with compassion.

          We are meant to live with a “deep consciousness of God” as we read in 1 Peter just now. Not so you can impress everybody with your knowledge or live removed from the problems of everyday life. In Christ we are new creations, and our lives are meant to look different than the status quo.  “Love each other as if your lives depended on it,” Peter says.  Is that how people regard us as God’s people?

          The status quo is actually the other set of blinders I want to point out today.  How has our culture taught us to live?  We are steeped in a way of life that is so ingrained in us that we can’t see it.

          I’ve been reading a book called Beartown by Fredrik Backman.  He tells the story of a small town that is struggling with inevitable decline, in part because of its remote location.  But it is a hockey town.  This year’s junior team promises to put Beartown on the map.

The banners that hang above the rink say “Culture, Values, Community.”  A couple of the characters puzzle over the one about culture.  What does that have to do with hockey?

          The answer is on every page of the book.  When the star player on the junior team is arrested for assaulting the general manager’s daughter, the culture of the town shows itself, in harsh tones.  Nobody wants to believe their hockey poster boy is capable of the crime.  The vocal and powerful citizens rise up to blame the victim.  Their culture of winning at all costs is exposed, with tragic results.

          Isn’t that what is happening to us right now?  Our culture’s values are exposed, and some of them are hard to look at.  Here is how Brene Brown describes it:

“We will not go back to normal.

Normal never was. 

Our pre-corona existence was not normal

other than we normalized greed, inequity,

exhaustion, depletion, extraction,

disconnection, confusion, rage,

hoarding, hate and lack.

We should not long to return, my friends.

We are being given the opportunity

to stitch a new garment.

One that fits all of humanity and nature.”

          You might think that is too negative, undeserved.  After all, we are a country with hard-won freedoms. We have worked hard to get where we are.  And aren’t we seeing the good in a lot of people right now?  These are Americans too, not just the hoarders and the haters.  But let’s be honest, we knew our public discourse and practices were not entirely praise-worthy before all this started. 

          Think of what we collectively ignore, all the time.  People who cannot afford health care literally die from preventable causes.  Hungry children show up at school every day.  Did you know that more than half of the families in the PAC school system cannot afford to pay for their children’s lunches?  Almost 60% have to rely on assistance for that.  Why is that OK?

          We have normalized poverty.  I called the specialist at Upper Des Moines in Pocahontas.  The people applying for help have doubled since the pandemic started.  They serve at least 80 families now, folks who are allowed to come in once a month for their allotment of food.  The Pocahontas County disaster relief foundation expects to serve 150 families on Monday.  I’m sorry that I don’t have statistics for Calhoun County, but we can be sure they are not that different. 

          These are your neighbors.  How are you as God’s people showing up for them?  I know that some of you as individuals give to help, some giving sacrificially out of love for God and neighbor. But does it make a difference that there are Christian churches planted right here among these fields of Iowa?  Do the people down the block point to your buildings and say, “That is where the love of Jesus has been shown to me. Those people helped me when I needed it.”

          How have we come to the point that the people in the most precarious positions are now losing their health care along with their jobs?  The gulf between the haves and the have-nots has always been here—right here in front of us. But now we are seeing it in stark relief. 

          We live in a culture of meritocracy, where we expect everyone to earn what they get.  We forget that there are many people of all ages who, through no fault of their own, simply don’t have any kind of handle to grab in the first place.  People who make too much to qualify for assistance, but it is not enough to live on.  People too disabled, or too young, or too old to earn a decent living. 

          These are your neighbors and mine. They are struggling.  How will Jesus show up for them as he did for the two men on the road to Emmaus?  He shows up as us. 

          Our blinders have been stripped from us, myself included.  What must we do? The people asked Peter the same question on the day of Pentecost we read about in Acts 2.  Peter’s answer?  He says, in the words of The Message, “Get out while you can; get out of this sick and stupid culture!”  But first he tells them, “Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ so that your sins may be forgiven; and you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.” 

We’ve been baptized.  Do we think have been given the Spirit to fatten our pocketbooks?  To construct a church that makes us feel good about being Christian but spends little of our time together on doing the work of Christ?  In our own baptismal and confirmation vows we promise, as God’s people, to “proclaim Christ through words and deed, to care for others and the world God made, and work for justice and peace.” 

Did we mean it?  Do we mean it?  What would Jesus do in this place and time for our neighbors whom he loves? 

Wounded Healers

John 20:19-29…Easter 2A

          The disciples were confused and afraid.  Mary Magdalene had told them earlier in the day that she had seen the Lord.  He was alive!  What?  Jesus had been killed by the Romans, and he was in a sealed tomb.  But the other Mary and Salome corroborated her story.  Peter himself had gone and seen that Jesus’ body was no longer in the tomb.  The disciples agreed to gather together in the evening, at a secret location for protection in case the temple leaders were on the hunt for them.

          Two of their friends from Emmaus were given the location when they reported that they, too, had seen Jesus.  And then it happened.  While they were all talking at once, trying to make sense of all of it, Jesus materialized in front of their eyes.  Imagine their shock.  The stunned silence broken by gasps of surprise, exclamations of wonder. 

          “Peace be with you.”  Today we would say, “It’s okay, it’s okay.  I don’t mean to scare you.  It’s me.”  In case they didn’t believe it, he showed them his scarred hands and side.

          Suddenly the room was bursting with noise, except this time their cries sounded more like relief, laughter, and joy.  It was too good to be true, yet there he stood, their beloved rabbi and friend. 

          Thomas wasn’t there that night.  When the others told him about it, he could not be convinced that their story was true.  He wouldn’t believe it until he saw Jesus’ scars and touched them for himself.  It’s too bad he gets labeled as a skeptic.  Jesus knew the others needed the same kind of proof; he showed them his scars without being asked.

          Why did Jesus bear the scars of his death?  If he was resurrected, couldn’t his body be wiped clean of all the marks of his crucifixion?  If God could bring him back to life, surely that could be part of the miracle.  Since Jesus used his scars to prove to his disciples who he was, perhaps that is why they remained. 

          Or maybe it had something to do with what he had said to Mary outside the tomb: “Do not hold on to me, because I have not yet ascended to the Father.”  Was that when his scars would disappear?

          Add that to your list of “Things in the Bible I Don’t Understand.” 

          We can be grateful for the scars of Jesus.  If for no other reason, they are signs of his love for us.  He was committed to enduring great suffering and death because he couldn’t bear to see us struggling with the pain and deadliness of our sin.  He died to forgive us, and redeem us, and free us from its deadly effects.

          Jesus’ scars could have been a way of taking his disciples back to his suffering.  Most of them had fled in terror, abandoning Jesus at his most vulnerable, most likely for fear of being targeted for the same condemnation and punishment.  Was Jesus giving them another chance to bear it with him?  They were ashamed of their faithlessness, but Jesus didn’t use his scars to accuse them.  In that evening together, I wonder if they moved through the grief and suffering together to find healing, and to prepare the disciples for what was next. 

          Jesus may also have been showing them that there is life beyond our wounds.  That the suffering of the past does not have to define who we are.

          There are all kinds of scars we bear, some visible, others invisible.

          There are the scars obtained in the harsh reality of war: a missing leg.  An inability to process anything beyond a second grade math problem.  Scars of war.

          There are the scars from all those accumulated memories, pushing her down, down.  He never laid a hand on her, but the words cut into her as surely as a knife.

His scars of what he saw, in his parent’s own war zone, pitched battles occurring almost every night, but never more regularly than on Friday nights, his heavy, unsteady footsteps in the kitchen always signaling the terrifying accusations and blows to follow. 

Another woman bears scars of surgery and anxiety.  It took her two months to work up the courage to look in the mirror, to face that ravenous, careless beast of cancer that not only took her breasts but her courage to dream.

Another man’s scars of fear, of never having enough in his childhood.  Now he works 2½ jobs just to be sure his family can always eat and have the best things he can buy them.  He never wants them to suffer as he did when he went to bed hungry most nights. 

We are all the walking wounded in some way.  We bear scars of disappointment, terror, tragedy, or broken hearts.  Often we don’t realize the effect they have on us, making us limp through life and our relationships without realizing what is hobbling us.  If you are lucky enough to understand what your scars are, it can still be hard to know what to do with them, how to remove their power over you.  We can get pretty adept at hiding our scars.  Or wearing them as badges, expecting pity or respect for being a victim.    

Usually these attempts don’t keep our scars from hurting us or wielding power over us long after the initial pain has been dulled or buried. 


Unless we turn and face them, touch the wounded places, and expose them to the gentle treatment of our Savior. 

Jesus shared our woundedness, bore the pain.  His scars were not only the visible kind, but also those of betrayal and disappointment.  He still does this for us.  He is familiar with our suffering and bears it with us even now.  He is present with us so that we can move past it without being permanently damaged by it.  This alone is a great gift.  It helps us look at our scars as doorways into a deeper experience of Jesus’ healing.

Jesus may have kept his scars to show us that they are nothing to be ashamed of.  He tells us that we are more than our wounds.  We have survived. 

Relay for Life is a great annual event held in many communities.  It allows survivors of cancer to tell their stories of suffering.  It enables families and friends of those who have died to remember and tell their stories.  It helps people offer courage to one another, and to insist that life and love are not defeated by disease.  So the wounds do not get the last word, by the grace of God.

          As followers of Jesus, our Suffering Servant, we believe that suffering actually has meaning.  We affirm that God is with us in it.  Not just when we get past it, but in the midst of our pain.  God is holding us and showing us the way through.  God shows us more about ourselves and what we have been clinging to that is a barrier to love and life.  And more of God is revealed to us, divine faithfulness and presence and love that we could not discover in times of ease. 

          We find that we can see God more clearly through our tears than through any other lens.  The suffering shapes us, not merely through the scarring and pain.  In our brokenness we find that we are perfect vessels through which God’s love and power are displayed to the world.  As one writer has put it, “It is not after our wounds are healed, that we become useful in God’s hands; it is in and through the experience of our own wounds.”[i] 

          Jesus is God’s wounded healer.  Isaiah prophesied it: through his wounds we are healed. Jesus’ suffering and death brought joy and life. His humiliation brought glory; his rejection birthed a community of love. As followers of Jesus we can also allow our wounds to bring healing to others.[ii]

          We all are wounded people, whether physically, emotionally, mentally, or spiritually. The main question is not “How can we hide our wounds?” We don’t have to be embarrassed.  Instead we can ask, “How can I offer my woundedness in the service of others?”

          Jesus, our wounded healer, fashions us into wounded healers ourselves for the sake of other people.  If you are a recovering alcoholic, you understand this.  When our scars cease to be marks of shame, and become instead a source of healing, we have become wounded healers.  We can allow God to transform our pain instead of revisiting it and passing it on to innocent bystanders.  When we let God deal with it, we find healing in telling our stories or at least using them to show compassion toward other people in pain. 

          The apostle Paul bore scars of shame after being confronted and transformed by Jesus.  He had been the fierce, terrorizing enemy of Jesus’ followers.  He had to let Jesus heal him and seek the forgiveness of the Christian community.  But then he endured severe physical wounds when he proclaimed the gospel far and wide.  He discovered and wrote about what it was to be a wounded healer with a “thorn in the flesh” in 2 Corinthians 12:8-10:

          “Three times I appealed to the Lord about this, that it would leave me, but he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for power is made perfect in weakness.’ So, I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me.  Therefore I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities for the sake of Christ; for whenever I am weak, then I am strong.”

          Right now many distractions have been stripped away, and we have the opportunity to bring our scars to God.  We have to live with ourselves, look at ourselves.  Don’t be afraid to look within.  The wounds did not kill you before, and the scars can’t kill you now.  Remember, nothing can separate you from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.[iii]

          Once we move beyond the wounds—or learn to live with the recurring pain with God’s help—the scars become cherished emblems of God’s mercy experienced in the darkest times.  Even if wounds still aren’t completely healed, we can entrust them to Jesus, who will redeem them for us and for others.  Only Jesus can do that.  I think that’s why he let us see his scars.

[i] Andre H. Roosma (http://www.12accede.org/wnddheal.html)

[ii] Henri Nouwen in The Wounded Healer. 

[iii] Romans 8:38-39

Life After the Cross

Matthew 28:1-10; 2 Corinthians 5:15-19….Easter 2020

          Holy Week has been different than any other in our lifetimes.  It is traditionally the time we take ourselves to the border lands between life and death, looking deeply into the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.  Today we celebrate the life that stubbornly emerges out of death by the power and grace of God.  The hope of resurrection is what we need to cling to this year, when death lingers so closely, and touches many of us directly. 

          There are reasons we spend six weeks preparing for this celebration.  We need to spend time alongside Jesus as he moves steadily, intentionally toward his suffering and death.  Wouldn’t it be easier to skip all of that? 

          But Easter without the cross is no better than a sugar high after the egg hunt: short-lived in its pleasure, a little disappointing in its inability to deliver on its saccharine, pastel promises. 

It is life that has seen suffering that is lived with meaning.  Life after a cancer diagnosis and remission is lived with more poignancy.  The ability to smile again a few months after your spouse has died is tentatively welcomed, albeit steeped in sorrow still.  The ache of loss makes each new gift in life more surprising.  Beauty is no longer defined in two-dimensional terms; the shadows of suffering enable you to see with more clarity all the dimensions of life.  The hues may have a more muted tone, but you don’t need the primary colors and sparkle to satisfy your tastes.  Life itself is appreciated for the gift that it is.  We are seeing this and feeling this all around us as we express our care and devotion to one another and to God in the midst of fear and anxiety. 

Life after the cross of Jesus has gratitude at its core.  His cross has enabled us to see who we are as God’s beloved.  Now that we have been rescued from an impossible dilemma, we no longer need to spend our energy trying to save ourselves.  We can see that God has done it.  Jesus has died so that we can live beyond the death-dealing ways of our sin!  Jesus has pioneered the way past a cross to life beyond it.

Because ours is life beyond a cross, we have not glossed over our sin.  Instead we have faced it and surrendered it to the only one who could do something unbelievable with it.  He has taken what we have destroyed in ourselves and in one another, along with the tool of that destruction—our sin—and used it as the raw material for new life. 

I believe it is not only our sin, but also the suffering we struggle with because of our sin that Jesus was bearing on the cross.  We are all experiencing the consequences of sin together right now.  Not a punishment, but the scourge of a broken world in which we live and participate.  We feel as though we will not come through this unscathed. 

Only God can take these shreds, this detritus, and make of us new creatures who claim and depend on the resurrection hope obtained for us through the cross and empty tomb of Jesus our Savior. 

Nevertheless, we still carry the cross with us.  Even though God has declared us forgiven and crafted new life in us, we do not regard Jesus’ command to take up our crosses as irrelevant.  But we carry the cross now to proclaim to the world that the life we live is his life, the life of Jesus Christ who bore the cross and rendered it powerless.  We bear it in order to show that we can face the ugliness, even the worst truth about ourselves and our world, and it will not kill us.  Nothing can kill us if our sin cannot.

Paul wrote to the Christians in Corinth: “he died for all, so that those who live might live no longer for themselves, but for him who died and was raised for them.”  (2 Cor 5.15)  So we live for Jesus, in the power of the Holy Spirit.  Our energies are no longer directed toward self-promotion and self-preservation.  We don’t have to waste our time trying to cover up our bad parts.  We have been to the cross, where we all were broken.  There are no surprises about each other’s sin.  We have all sent Jesus to his death, and he took all our filth through the cleansing flood.  We have emerged clean and new.  Alleluia!

Now we are not afraid to help each other, to love one another as God has loved us.  God’s undying, eternal love that could not be killed on that cross.  We can “bear one another’s burdens” that remain to us in this life.  We can offer each other hope that is real, knowing that the pain and suffering and evil of this world will not win the day.  The Son of God has declared it so.  The Lamb of God has taken away the power of the sin of the world.

Yes, we still suffer in this world, but it is not permanent.  We look death in the face, and Jesus enables us not to tremble before it.  He not only saved us by dying and rising again; he keeps on saving us every day.  He saves us from fear, and despair, and the tentacles of sin that keep trying to choke out our hope. 

Jesus not only saved us once, he keeps saving us by inviting us to participate in the salvation of the whole world.  We are his body.  We are his voice proclaiming hope to those in despair.  We are his hands and feet lending aid to the suffering, offering food to the hungry, encouraging one another in these dark times. 

What does it mean to “live for him who died and was raised” for us?  We are given a lifetime to explore what that means.  Right now we are in this strange time when we have been forced to face the reality that each of us will die at some point.  The gift of life is not given to us to squander on trivial matters as much as we do.  If you wonder how many years you have left in this world, why not spend it with abandon on the great project that is the church of Jesus Christ?  To be sanctuaries of love and hope for each other.  To spend your time and your money on the things that matter to God.  To sacrifice and serve and celebrate as God’s beloved, forgiven people.

Among all the peoples of the world, today we celebrate the resurrection of our Lord.  Every other religion says “This is the truth about the universe, and here is the way you should go.”  Jesus told us, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life.”  He can ask us to follow him—he can be our way himself—because he is alive.  Despite the pain of fasting from Holy Communion for a time, I ask you to return in your heart and mind to the table of the sacrament today, where we have received and will receive again the living body of our Lord.  He gives us the life that is truly life, today and always.  Thanks be to God. 

Jesus Takes Us Into the World                                                      

Matthew 21:1-11…Palm Sunday (A)

This was written during the COVID-19 pandemic of 2020.

          No palms today.  Nothing is as expected.  Yet we mark the day of Jesus’ coming to Jerusalem nevertheless.  He came into our world.  

          And so we find ourselves among the crowd as the word spreads that Jesus is coming.  The one who heals, and teaches, and challenges the stifling ways of the old traditions is on his way.  As 21st century participants, we know how this is going to play out.  We feel not only excitement, but dread.  The shouts of praise will give way to confusion and accusation; Jesus will not be hailed as a hero a few days from now.

          Not to make light of this, but it’s kind of like the feeling we get when Charlie Brown gets excited for football every autumn.  Lucy knows that he would love to be a hero, and she exploits Charlie’s fantasy.  She offers to hold the ball for him, because he would love to give it a good kick, farther than he’s ever kicked it before, farther than anybody has ever kicked it.  He is torn.  Every time Lucy has done this, she has pulled the ball back at the last second, leaving Charlie to whiff the kick and fall flat on his back.  Will she actually let him kick it this year?  “Don’t do it!” we want to tell him.  “Don’t fall for that old trick of hers!  You know she is not going to let you kick it, Charlie Brown!”  But Charlie is just hopeful enough to try it one more time.  And Lucy gets her satisfaction, again.  Why are you such a fool, Charlie Brown??

         We get this same sense of dread when Jesus approaches.  Don’t do it, Jesus!  Don’t enter Jerusalem.  They are going to pull that donkey out from under you, and worse, much worse.  They might seem to want to praise you now, but they are fickle.  They will succumb to the rumors spread by the leaders of the temple, giving in to suspicion.  They will clamor for your crucifixion a few days from now.  Don’t do it!

          That crowd may seem naïve at best, deceptive and evil at their worst.  Maybe it’s not even the same group of people from the beginning of the week until the end.  But if we are honest with ourselves, they are not unfamiliar at all.  We are too much like them.

          Did you catch what they called out to Jesus?  Not only “hosanna,” but also “blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord.” The gospel writer Mark adds, “blessed is the coming kingdom of our ancestor David!”  What is that about?

          The people who suffered under the Roman oppressors were nostalgic for the past.  David, the great warrior king, the soldier endorsed by God, was the figure they expected as their coming Messiah.  They knew that the prophecies had it that way.  The anointed one who would be their savior would be a descendant of the great king David.

          We’ve never longed for the “good old days,” have we?  Only if we’re like the rest of the human race.  Especially now, in this worldwide crisis.  The past is always bigger than life, and the present is too unpredictable, let alone the mysteries of the future.  If we can identify someone who gave us some measure of stability and control, and could find someone like them to lead us, we’d have it made. 

          Too bad they weren’t paying much attention to the kind of leader Jesus kept telling them he was, and showing them.  He kept insisting on talking about servanthood and submission and helping the poor.  Maybe they could get him to act more like a real leader, somebody who would help them throw off the Roman rule.  This is not always unsuccessful, you know.  There have been kings and even church leaders who gave in to the people’s job description for them.  They have scrapped their ideals in favor of popularity.

          But Jesus didn’t give in to their notions of leadership.  He didn’t go to the governor’s mansion and helping the people try to overthrow Pilate.  He went to the temple.  The people thought that a better political leader was the answer.  Someone who could make things happen by force.  The answer was not as simple as they thought.   Jesus knew that the solution to their suffering went much deeper.  They needed redemption, not revolution. 

          Jesus knew that the peace the people sought was only temporary, fragile at best.  As long as this world exists, there will be conflict.  There will be violence.  That does not mean we need to approve of it or resign ourselves to it.  But the way to lasting peace is through forgiveness, not war.  It is found on the steep, narrow, rocky way to the cross.  We cannot forge this kind of peace ourselves; we only know how to force our way with firepower.  Jesus walks through our battle lines to death, and life beyond death.  It is hard to know how to describe this, because Jesus’ way runs counter to our wisdom, and we need to trust him to lead us through the struggle.

          Jesus could have avoided the whole mess, of course.  He could lead in the manner that many in our world have done.  He could have proclaimed victory, exerted his power, avoided the pain he went through.  Some world leaders are still like that today.  About ten years ago the International Criminal Court charged Omar al-Bashir, the president of Sudan, with crimes against humanity, for the prolonged genocide in Darfur.  His response was to evict a large percentage of aid workers from his country.  He seemed to think that his control, oppressive as it was, was the ultimate goal.  His own glory and power were all he could see.  That is the crude logic of the world.  Right now we see how flimsy it is. 

          Jesus would not circumvent the cross.  He did not come to glorify himself or make everyone cower in fear.  In the few days he spent in Jerusalem before his arrest, his message of love and servanthood and sacrifice grew more urgent.  He did not advocate an easy kind of faith, where we isolate ourselves in a cushioned, privileged tower above the suffering or judgments of this world.  He didn’t join in the people’s longing for the past, and try to recreate it for himself and us.  He told us to live in the present, to face the struggle.  He told us make love our aim, love for God and for one another.  To care for the poor and to lift up the fallen.  He led us to the cross.

          And where do we find the cross today?  We find it in the world we inhabit, among the least and the lost.  We find it in hospital rooms and nursing homes, with masked nurses and doctors.  We find it in kitchens where they are making meals for kids who usually depend on school lunches.  We find the cross of Jesus in a relationship with an estranged brother whom we have written off, but whom Jesus calls us to love and forgive.  We find the cross in the courtroom, where families are torn apart and victims cry as the perpetrator is sentenced.  We find our Lord among the broken, suffering with them, and calling us to bear their suffering too.

          “It’s all too much!”  we might say.  This epidemic has uncovered our weaknesses and our fears.  We might wish our faith would take us away from the suffering, but Jesus takes us into the world, not away from it.  He knows it is too much; it overwhelmed him too!  But we can bear it because he bears it with us.  He shows us the way to love in the midst of pain and fear.  He shows us how to forgive in spite of the hurt.  He teaches us how to give even when it is hard.  He leads us to the healing and life beyond the cross.

          As his followers, we line up behind Jesus and go where he leads.  His approach to Jerusalem seems exciting at first, but it gets darker and more dangerous.  We feel the sense of dread increasing as we walk through this week of his passion.  We need to rehearse this way every year, not only so that we will appreciate Jesus’ suffering, but also because we need reminding that this is how Jesus leads us all the time.  It is the way of discipleship.  It can make us look like fools, but we don’t mind looking like gullible old Charlie Brown once in a while.  Jesus wasn’t afraid of being branded a fool, if observers think that the way of love is foolish.  The cross is Jesus’ way of loving the world, so it is our way too.

Encounters with Jesus: The Way Through Now

John 11:1-45…Lent 5A…March 29, 2020

How are you doing today?  I wonder what it is like in each of your lives, waking up to the reality of either being quarantined at home or facing the risks of being out in public.  (COVID-19 epidemic of 2020) So many things are uncertain, but we know we are going through a historic moment we will remember decades from now.

They say there are only two things that are certain: death and taxes.  As believers we feel certain about a few more things than that, but death definitely qualifies.  Death is the subject of today’s gospel, at least at first glance.               

          Mary and Martha were going through the rituals of their brother’s death.  These three were Jesus’ good friends; we remember Jesus visiting them before, when Martha gets pegged as the fussy one in contrast to her sister Mary, the quiet one who preferred talking with Jesus to making supper.  But all that is overshadowed now by the loss of their brother. 

          Jesus waited before he went to them.  We get an explanation, that it would shine the spotlight on God’s glory.  But that explanation feels unsatisfactory, harsh even, when Jesus could have gone immediately and prevented the death altogether.  An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of, well, resurrection.

          This a highly emotional story, like any moment of grief.  Of course Lazarus’ sisters are bereft.  There are other mourners there to share their sadness.  Martha—never one to hold back—voices her disappointment that Jesus didn’t come sooner.

          Why didn’t he?  The account is very specific: Jesus waited until his friend had been dead a few days before he showed up.  So Martha and Mary had to watch it happen, to feel helpless as their beloved brother slipped away from them.  Martha, who was always in control, couldn’t orchestrate this one.  Death is the thief that steals the order and predictability of our lives, not to mention the company of those we love.  Lazarus was gone.

Lazarus…His playfulness that took some coaxing to see.  His plodding faithfulness at his work and his sweat-stained clothes hanging from his frame.  His hunger was satisfied day after day by Martha’s own faithfulness served up as fragrant stew on their modest table.  No more brother to feed, to tease, to rely on.  They mourned.  You know what it’s like. 

          Martha met Jesus on the road and told Jesus how disappointed she was.  Jesus reassured her that all was not lost.  Martha went to fetch Mary, leaving Jesus and his disciples to continue making their way to Bethany.  Maybe it was one of the hardest things he ever did, because once Mary reached him, and the mourners who tagged along, he couldn’t hold in his grief any more.  He let the tears flow.  Jesus was upset too. 

          We love how the story continues, because once Jesus gets to the tomb, he calls Lazarus to come out and issues orders to replace his grave clothes with his regular clothes that were a lot less pungent. 

          It is a helpful story in these times of uncertainty and fear.

          By now you have heard people say—maybe even observed for yourself—that this crisis has its bright side.  It is evoking many acts of kindness and words of encouragement.  It is breaking down global boundaries and forcing members of Congress to cooperate. It is bringing people together.  We are taking a look at the way things have been operating and realizing it wasn’t sustainable.  Our deepest values are being dusted off and appreciated. 

          I know it isn’t all great.  We are seeing plenty of blame and greed too, but that is nothing new. 

          The world is being shaken up.  As people of faith, we can see this as a gift. 

          It probably doesn’t feel like that, but it is.  It is one of those gifts that does not come without a little pain.  Think surgery: a chance to be healed, but you have to go through some pain to get there. 

          How long have we complained that we are too busy, that we are missing out on cultivating deep relationships, that our culture is too shallow and focused on material things?  We say it with resignation, as though it is inevitable, and we are helpless to change it.  We feel our cultural weakness deep down, but the culture itself tells us to buy more, do more in order to feel better.  Instead we feel even more helpless. 

          Changing a culture is virtually impossible…unless it goes through a crisis.  May this be the disruption that will help us to push the reset button.  Wouldn’t it be great if we would refuse to return to the way things were and insist on a slower pace, more care for the vulnerable, more compassion in our public life? 

          Let me put it in more spiritual terms.  Religion has two important functions.  Number one: it translates.  It offers us a way of translating the world around us in order to give our lives more meaning.  That is generally what I try to do in my weekly sermons, and what we are up to in Sunday School, LYO, Bible studies, and so on.

          The second function is transformation, which is what Jesus was up to, big time.  “Those who find their life will lose it,” Jesus said, “and those who lose their life for my sake will find it.”  (Matt. 10:39)  Paul picked up the them in Romans 12: “Be transformed by the renewing of your minds.”  (Rom 12:2a)

          Transformation is not about comfort or good intentions.  Transformation dismantles us.[i]  Recovering addicts with any success could tell you that.  We don’t just tweak our routines a bit and add a dash of color here and there to accomplish substantial, necessary change. Without a big shakeup, we will never get to the changes we all long to see.  But it’s painful, and scary.

          On one of our trips to the Caribbean, my husband and I were invited on an outing that had us boarding a small yacht.  It would take us from the island of St. Thomas to St. John.  As landlubbers, we teetered our way up the plank and picked our way to our seats along the side.  Once we got underway, a stiff wind filled the sail and we found ourselves leaning far back, riding the upper edge of a vessel tipped at a 45 degree angle.  I was terrified!  But the captain assured me he had never scuttled his boat, and he would get us where we wanted to go.  I had to hang on for the ride.

          And so do we right now.  We don’t like it.  It is uncomfortable, and scary.  But it will take us to a new place, where we will be changed.  Our captain—our God—will get us where we need to go. 

          What kind of change is there in the story of the resurrection of Lazarus?  I wonder if we get a clue in Martha’s conversation with Jesus.  Jesus told her, “I am the resurrection and the life.” Not, “I can bring people who are dead back to life,” even though that is what he did.  He said, “I am the resurrection and the life.”

Jesus said virtually the same thing in the previous two stories in John’s gospel this spring.  Remember the woman at the well in John 4?  She said that the Messiah would come and set everything straight.  “You’re looking at him,” Jesus said.  And then Jesus asking the man born blind in John 9 whether he believed in the Son of Man.  “Sure, I guess so.  Tell me where he is,” the man replied.  And again Jesus revealing, “You’re talking to him.”

What if our focus as Christians has been in the wrong place?  Do we respond as Martha did to Jesus?  “Well, yes, I believe that you will raise us to life in heaven.”  Someday.

No, Jesus says.  Resurrection and life are about today, with me.  Don’t be so focused on the hereafter that you forget what you are here for right now.  You are meant to live today in all the fullness of life I have to give you.  I am here.  So are you.  Let’s be here, now, together.

When I was a nursing home chaplain, I learned from people who were masters at this.  Think about it.  In some ways, we are dealing with the same reality that those residents do.  They have very little control.  Check.  They have to pay attention to what matters most.  Check.  They have to deal with the fact that they are going to die sooner or later.  Check! 

These are realities that have been true all of our lives, but we don’t want to accept them.  We find all kinds of ways to distract ourselves from thinking about them.  But our usual distractions are not working right now.  Many of them are not even available to us. 

It is said fairly often: we have to live in the present.  It’s become almost trite.  Could it be that Jesus was asking us to do that?  Don’t be anxious about tomorrow.  You are forgiven for the mistakes and sins of the past.  Pay attention to what is in front of you today, and that reality includes me, Jesus says.  I am here for you, ready to bring life out of the dead parts of your life. 

Maybe Jesus didn’t come flying to the rescue to keep Lazarus from dying because he wanted to show us the way through the really hard times of grief, or confusion, or whatever hard things we all have to deal with.  He can truly bring life in the midst of it, even death itself.

Greg Boyle is a priest who has been working with the gangs of Los Angeles for decades.  He established Homeboy Industries that provides jobs and rehabilitation for former gang members.  He doesn’t sugar coat it; it is hard.  But he finds that love shown through tenderness reaches and changes the lives of those who are willing to do the hard work of it.  His young friends teach him a lot about life, and he tells their stories in his books. 

He tells about Fabian, a 17-year-old with plenty on his plate, with a young wife and child to care for while serving probation for his past gang activities.  He remembered a sermon Father Boyle gave about Jesus hanging on the cross and telling one of the thieves, “Today you will be with me in paradise.”  Fabian had his own version of it.

“After a few months of being with Homeboy, Fabian stops in and plunks himself down in my office, telling me he has had a ‘Paradise sighting.’ 

“‘Yesterday,’ he begins, ‘I was tooken on a ride by God to Paradise.’

“‘Wow,’ I say to him, ‘I’m all ears.  You had me at “tooken.”’

“ ‘Well, I drove my lady in my tore-up bucket to drop off an assignment at her school.  We fought the whole…time.  Petty [stuff].  But we didn’t stop.  The whole time.  She gets out and drops off this thing, gets back in the car, and we fight all the way home.  Constant.  Nonstop.  Gatos y perros.  Small stuff…that don’t matter.  Then this noise comes from the hood and smoke starts to pour out.  I get off the freeway and pull into this Shell station.  My [engine] dies as I pull in.  I had to push it the rest of the way.  I called the [garage] and it took three hours for the tow truck to arrive.’  He pauses in his narrative long enough to smile with the tenderness of the memory.  ‘Paradise,’ he says simply, and nods.

“He’s lost me here.

“ ‘See, G, for three hours we talked.  We decided not to fight.  We told each other how grateful we are to have each other in our lives.  I mean…where would we be if we didn’t have each other.  We just talked.’ The smile broadens and gets fixed there.

“ ‘Yeah,’ he says, ‘Paradise.’”[ii]

Jesus doesn’t rescue us out of the present moment just because it’s hard.  He cries with us as he did with his friends Mary and Martha.  And he goes through it with us.  Yes, he resurrected Lazarus, but he never did these miracles to prove his power to defy physics and biology.  He always did them to make God’s love real in the moment.  It is what he can do for us, with us.

Sometimes that means we are the hands and feet of Jesus for the people we are with.  There are plenty of chances to do that these days.  But now is all we have, right?  And the invitation from God is always to live into the fullness of life, to receive and give love, right where we are.  I think that is why God asks for all of us, not just bits and pieces and a nod on Sundays.  God wants us to live awash in the reality of deep, eternal, forgiving love with all of our heart, soul, mind, and strength. 

While we are unable to share the sacrament of the table right now, we are able to celebrate the sacrament of the present moment.  After all, we believe that Jesus is present in, with, and under the bread and cup just as surely as he is present in all things.  Which means God is fully present to us whether we are sleeping, eating breakfast, repairing equipment, or changing a diaper. 

Boyle says it this way: “To practice the sacrament of sacred presence is to be Jesus, and to see Jesus.  It’s all right in front of us, here and now…Certainly, if we live in the past, we will be depressed.  If we live in the future, we are guaranteed anxiety.  Now is always vast and new.  Like any practice, it’s not about technique or program.  It’s a decision.”[iii]

When you turn away from this moment with me and back to your work or the walls of your home, you have the gift of being alive right now.  You have as much of God right now as you will ever have this side of heaven.  You don’t get more when all this is over.  God is with you and in you to wake up to the fullness of this day.

Jesus said that the kingdom of God is among us, now. 

Boyle gives us a great picture of this.  He has to bury lots of gang members who don’t make it out of the cycle of violence soon enough.  At one of those funerals he notices a little girl of three or four who is fidgeting while everyone waits for the casket to be put into the hearse.  “Her mom reaches into a large bag, takes out a beautiful, ripe pear, and hands it to her daughter.  The girl twirls the pear around, observing every part of it—first right side up, then upside down.  She considers this pear in the morning sunshine, then asks her dad quietly, ‘How do you open it?’

“It’s a good question.  How do we open our hearts and minds to a new way of thinking?  How do we open a path toward a transformed life?  How can our eyes be opened?  One need not have been there to imagine how the father answered his daughter’s question: ‘Take a big ‘ol bite.’”[iv]

[i] Taylor, Barbara Brown, 2014.  Learning to Walk in the Dark.  (New York, NY: HarperOne), p. 87.  Taylor shares the wisdom of Ken Wilber. 

[ii] Boyle, Gregory.  Barking to the Choir: The Power of Radical Kinship, 2017.  (New York: Simon and Schuster), p. 74-5. 

[iii] Ibid., p. 77.

Encounters with Jesus: Not to Condemn

John 9:1-41…Lent 4A

This weekend we are reading the third of a series of stories in the gospel of John that feature encounters with Jesus.  In every case, the person who engages with Jesus leaves the experience changed.  Two weeks ago that person was Nicodemus, to whom the famous verse was spoken, “‘For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life.”  We love that verse because it seems to encapsulate the focus of all of Scripture and defines the basis of our faith and our hope. 

Yet we often fail to give the next thing Jesus said the attention it deserves.  In fact, it could be said that we even ignore it in practice.  Remember that part?  “Indeed, God did not send the Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him.”

“God did not send the Son into the world to condemn the world.”  The story we will look at right now drives this home, and the reason it is so clear is that old human tendency to wield power by condemning and one’s opponent and when that fails, eliminating them.  To be fair, the Pharisees who are cast as the bad guys here were actually revered for their knowledge and enforcement of the religious laws.  The rank and file depended on them to lead the way in their cultural and religious life.  What is unfortunate is that John sometimes refers to them generically as “the Jews,” but we should not infer from that that Jewish people are bad and treat them as such.  We have seen throughout history how that has been used for atrocities against a whole nation of people.  So please keep that in mind as we read.

We’re going to go through the story a few verses at a time, and I will comment as we go.  (The Scriptures will be in italics, with my comments in regular print.)

As [Jesus] walked along, he saw a man blind from birth. 2His disciples asked him, ‘Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?’ 

The disciples were repeating the common notion that probably goes back to the book of Deuteronomy, where God promises to bless the people for obedience, but there are curses for disobedience.  As so often happens, people turn that around, so that when good things happen, they are seen as rewards for obedience.  Hence the wealthy were considered blessed by God, for example.  People with illnesses or other troubles were assumed to have earned their fate.  So, the question: who sinned to make this man suffer like this?

What is sad is that the man is treated as a theological case study, an object lesson, so to speak.  He is not seen as a fellow human being with a story of his own that is not unlike our own stories.  We need to avoid this practice ourselves and see all people as Jesus sees them, as God’s beloved.

3Jesus answered, ‘Neither this man nor his parents sinned; he was born blind so that God’s works might be revealed in him. 4We must work the works of him who sent me while it is day; night is coming when no one can work. 5As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world.’ 

Jesus sets his disciples straight.  This man is not blind because of anyone’s sin.  I honestly don’t know what to make of his next statement, that he was born blind so that God’s works might be revealed in him.  Actually, the earliest copies of this gospel don’t say that that man was born blind, just that he was blind.  It seems cruel to us that he would suffer all his life just for this one moment to prove Jesus’ authority and compassion.  But we don’t have much else to go on here, only that we might look at what Jesus first says, that neither this man nor his parents sinned.  Well, of course they sinned, but it is not the cause of his blindness.  So maybe we can take his words about God using this man to prove a point with a little grace also.

Jesus says, “I am the light of the world.”  In John’s gospel he makes several statements like this: “I am the bread of life,” “I am the living water,” etc.  It would be good to ponder that statement by itself after this whole story is over.  How is Jesus the light of the world not only for this man and all the others in this story, but also for us? 

6When he had said this, he spat on the ground and made mud with the saliva and spread the mud on the man’s eyes, 7saying to him, ‘Go, wash in the pool of Siloam’ (which means Sent). Then he went and washed and came back able to see. 8The neighbors and those who had seen him before as a beggar began to ask, ‘Is this not the man who used to sit and beg?’ 9Some were saying, ‘It is he.’ Others were saying, ‘No, but it is someone like him.’ He kept saying, ‘I am the man.’ 10But they kept asking him, ‘Then how were your eyes opened?’ 11He answered, ‘The man called Jesus made mud, spread it on my eyes, and said to me, “Go to Siloam and wash.” Then I went and washed and received my sight.’ 12They said to him, ‘Where is he?’ He said, ‘I do not know.’

The people were accustomed to ignoring this blind beggar.  He was virtually part of the landscape.  But Jesus saw him, responded to his need, and used his authority and power to heal  him. 

Do we do what the disciples and others did?  Do we look past those in need simply because there are so many of them, or we don’t know what to do about them, or they are an embarrassment?  Jesus sees them.  He sees you.  He sees me, and offers to make us whole.

13 They brought to the Pharisees the man who had formerly been blind. 14Now it was a sabbath day when Jesus made the mud and opened his eyes. 15Then the Pharisees also began to ask him how he had received his sight. He said to them, ‘He put mud on my eyes. Then I washed, and now I see.’ 16Some of the Pharisees said, ‘This man is not from God, for he does not observe the sabbath.’ But others said, ‘How can a man who is a sinner perform such signs?’ And they were divided. 17So they said again to the blind man, ‘What do you say about him? It was your eyes he opened.’ He said, ‘He is a prophet.’

The religious leader had categories that were their framework for everything.  There was the Law of Moses and all the specific laws that had been developed to expand on the Ten Commandments, especially the Sabbath laws that Jesus broke frequently.  There was purity, and there was sin.  There was cause and effect (blessings and curses).  This man’s story of being healed by this rabbi they rejected as a sinner…well, his story didn’t fit their categories. 

Do you see what is happening?  The formerly blind man becomes the pawn in a debate, but he is also the voice of reason, the voice of wisdom, the voice of true faith as the story unfolds.  The drama begins to get comical, especially as we pay attention to this man’s responses to the powers that be.  “Hmm…” he speculates, “I wonder if the man who healed me is a prophet.”  Them’s fightin’ words!

18 The Jews [Pharisees} did not believe that he had been blind and had received his sight until they called the parents of the man who had received his sight 19and asked them, ‘Is this your son, who you say was born blind? How then does he now see?’ 20His parents answered, ‘We know that this is our son, and that he was born blind; 21but we do not know how it is that now he sees, nor do we know who opened his eyes. Ask him; he is of age. He will speak for himself.’ 22His parents said this because they were afraid of the Jews; for the Jews had already agreed that anyone who confessed Jesus to be the Messiah would be put out of the synagogue. 23Therefore his parents said, ‘He is of age; ask him.’

The anxiety of the leaders is increasing.  “Let’s settle this once and for all.  We know we are right!  We’re the experts, after all!”  But the parents of the man only confirm what their son has been saying to them.  As intimidated as they were by these men who could ban them from the community of faith and virtually brand them as outsiders for life, as scared as they were, they refused to go along with their judgment.  It takes courage to stand up to the religious establishment, to speak the truth from your own undeniable experience. 

24 So for the second time they called the man who had been blind, and they said to him, ‘Give glory to God! We know that this man is a sinner.’ 25He answered, ‘I do not know whether he is a sinner. One thing I do know, that though I was blind, now I see.’ 26They said to him, ‘What did he do to you? How did he open your eyes?’ 27He answered them, ‘I have told you already, and you would not listen. Why do you want to hear it again? Do you also want to become his disciples?’ 

Do you hear their veiled threat?  “Give glory to God!” by admitting what you know to be true (that is, what we know to be true), or else.  What a courageous man, to say “this I know” to men who claimed to know all about God.  “I was blind, now I see.”

Then he gives the stinger: “Why do you keep trying to change my story?  Do you also want to become his disciples?”  He’s asking them, and us, whether we are willing to follow Jesus as he is, to take him at his word, to acknowledge his authority.  You can imagine the consternation of these men at this question.

28Then they reviled him, saying, ‘You are his disciple, but we are disciples of Moses. 29We know that God has spoken to Moses, but as for this man, we do not know where he comes from.’ 30The man answered, ‘Here is an astonishing thing! You do not know where he comes from, and yet he opened my eyes. 31We know that God does not listen to sinners, but he does listen to one who worships him and obeys his will. 32Never since the world began has it been heard that anyone opened the eyes of a person born blind. 33If this man were not from God, he could do nothing.’ 34They answered him, ‘You were born entirely in sins, and are you trying to teach us?’ And they drove him out.

This poor, uneducated man stated the truth that they refuse to see.  How do they reward him?  They follow through on what Jesus wrote about them.  They banished the man.  That’s what you do with your opponent when you can’t get them on your side.  You eliminate them.  That is what our sinful selves are compelled to do when we turn away from the grace and love of God.

35 Jesus heard that they had driven him out, and when he found him, he said, ‘Do you believe in the Son of Man?’ 36He answered, ‘And who is he, sir? Tell me, so that I may believe in him.’ 37Jesus said to him, ‘You have seen him, and the one speaking with you is he.’ 38He said, ‘Lord, I believe.’ And he worshipped him. 

Jesus has been a minor character in this comedy/drama up to this point.  Now he takes center stage as the humble, yet authoritative, compassionate healer.  He blesses this man who unwittingly became the key player and revealer of the gospel truth.  Jesus claims his identity and virtually names the man a disciple.  The religious leaders had used the word “disciple” as an insult, an epithet.  But the blind man was honored by it, grateful to know Jesus as the Son of Man (a term that identifies Jesus as the Messiah).

39Jesus said, ‘I came into this world for judgement so that those who do not see may see, and those who do see may become blind.’ 40Some of the Pharisees near him heard this and said to him, ‘Surely we are not blind, are we?’ 41Jesus said to them, ‘If you were blind, you would not have sin. But now that you say, “We see”, your sin remains.

It is a curious statement, but we get that a lot from Jesus.  What seems clear is that the blind man who simply responded to his healer in faith could “see” Jesus for who he was and naturally followed him.  The Pharisees who had been regarded s those who knew the truth and were always right were the blind ones who didn’t see or recognize the Messiah when the evidence was crystal clear, because he didn’t fit their criteria.

Do we do that?  Do we expect Jesus to ratify our ideas about God and rationalize our disobedience or skepticism?  Do we ignore the truth we find inconvenient or uncomfortable because it doesn’t fit our criteria?  When Jesus doesn’t show up as your instant healer or fixer, when he doesn’t fall in line with your ideas about God, do you throw him out of your consciousness?  We all do it in some form or another. 

Now I am briefly going to move on to John 10, because Jesus doesn’t stop talking.  The next part is where Jesus unpacks his identity and explains why he became human and brought the truth of God’s reign to us.  He uses another metaphor that they were familiar with, and we are lucky to understand because we live close to the land and the animals we raise: a shepherd. 

John 10  ‘Very truly, I tell you, anyone who does not enter the sheepfold by the gate but climbs in by another way is a thief and a bandit. 2The one who enters by the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. 3The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep hear his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. 4When he has brought out all his own, he goes ahead of them, and the sheep follow him because they know his voice. 5They will not follow a stranger, but they will run from him because they do not know the voice of strangers.’ 6Jesus used this figure of speech with them, but they did not understand what he was saying to them.

Here we have it.  “God sent the Son into the world not to condemn the world.”  Faith in God is about a relationship.  That is what Psalm 23 is about, the shepherd who loves and cares for his sheep.  Faith is not about the fine points about what is sin, who’s to blame, or who is right.  In Ephesians 5 we just read it: “Try to find out what is pleasing to the Lord.”  What pleases God?  Following Jesus, letting him care for you, copying his example by showing compassion and avoiding judgment. 

This is a message to us during this COVID-19 pandemic.  We are being reminded of what matters: relationships, connections, and loving one another.

7 So again Jesus said to them, ‘Very truly, I tell you, I am the gate for the sheep. 8All who came before me are thieves and bandits; but the sheep did not listen to them. 9I am the gate. Whoever enters by me will be saved, and will come in and go out and find pasture. 10The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.

“I am the gate,” Jesus says.  I decide who’s in and who’s out.  It is a direct message to the Pharisees who were considered the gatekeepers.  Not only is Jesus the decider, he is the gate itself, the one through whom we go to God and who allows in more people than we expect.

11 ‘I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. 12The hired hand, who is not the shepherd and does not own the sheep, sees the wolf coming and leaves the sheep and runs away—and the wolf snatches them and scatters them. 13The hired hand runs away because a hired hand does not care for the sheep. 14I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me, 15just as the Father knows me and I know the Father. And I lay down my life for the sheep.

This speaks for itself.  During this crisis, will we be more like wolves—like frowning, judging Pharisees who care more about blaming, judging, condemning and ostracizing—or like Jesus the loving shepherd?  May we follow Jesus’ deepest longing for us, to love God with everything we are and all that we have, and love our neighbors as ourselves.  Thanks be to God. 

Encounters with Jesus: Healing the Broken

John 4:5-42……Lent 3A

          Jesus’ conversation with the Samaritan woman at the well is the longest dialogue he has with anyone in all of the gospels.  He doesn’t say as much to any of his disciples, his family or the religious leaders.  Even his remarkable conversation with Nicodemus in John chapter 3 was not as involved or lengthy.

          This is especially notable because of the woman herself.  I hope we can really see her today, in the way that her acquaintances regarded her, and also in the perspective of Jesus.  She was an outcast, you see.  From the details that John gives us, we infer a few things about her.  First of all, she was a woman.  Faithful Jewish men were not allowed to talk with women other than their wives.   Women didn’t count for much back then.  Just last week the first communion class read the story of Jesus feeding five thousand miraculously by dividing up only five loaves and two fish.  But the passage remarked that the count only included the men, so Jesus probably fed a lot more than five thousand.  But the women weren’t counted.  They basically did as they were told and worked behind the scenes.

          This woman was also a Gentile, a non-Jew.  Jews were prohibited from associating with Gentiles because they were considered unclean.  Even more interesting in this encounter is the fact that the woman was a Samaritan.  The Jews despised the Samaritans as a whole.  That hostility was centuries old by the time Jesus took a break by the well on this particular day.  It had to do with the Samaritans descending from Jews who intermarried with Gentiles, and blended local religion with worship of the Hebrew God.  All kinds of reasons they felt justified giving Samaritans a wide berth, and regarded them with scorn.

          Finally, Jesus was also speaking with a woman who chose not to be at the well when the other women gathered in the mornings.  We learn that she has had five husbands.  In those days, a woman had no choice in marriage or divorce.  If her husband died, she was the responsibility of her late husband’s brother. She could just as well have been passed from brother to brother after losing her first husband as a donkey could be sold at a market.  In the absence of a brother, the nearest male relative stepped in. 

If divorce was the issue, she had no choice in that either; the male made the decisions.  So she had had either terribly bad luck or a history of being difficult to live with, or both.  You can imagine the reputation she had developed.  It didn’t help that the man she now lived with was not her husband.  Perhaps it was someone who took pity on her and let her sleep on the kitchen floor.  Who knows?   But it’s safe to say that at this point, she was broken by shame that kept her isolated, and probably lonely. 

          Jesus comes to a woman like this and instantly smatters all the barriers that his religion and culture expected him to honor.  He not only speaks graciously with this disreputable, heathen woman.  He uses language that would be used for family members.  We can’t get that sense in the English, but it’s there in the original language.  He treats her like a sister!  It is no wonder the woman was startled that Jesus asked her for a drink of water.  It would be the same shock that you would have if one of your cattle struck up a conversation with you.

          But Jesus, as he so often did, disregarded stereotypes and cultural taboos.  His way of life was to treat each person with dignity, even to lift them up to a higher place of respect than anyone else would ever allow.  He acted as though she were just as worthy of his companionship as one of his own disciples.  He even talked with her about religion, something no observant Jew would dare to do with any woman except his own wife.  They had an exchange that might even be described as philosophical and theological. 

          Yet what impressed this woman most was not his knowledge of history or religion.  It was the fact that Jesus knew her.  When she went back to her neighbors, she marveled that Jesus told her everything she ever did.   What was so unusual about that?  Lots of people knew everything she ever did!  But this man was different.  He acted as though it didn’t matter.  He admitted that he was the Messiah.  And he promised her that the ‘water’ he provided was like a ‘spring of water gushing up to eternal life.’  He offered something that would be implanted within her, like a never-ending source of life.

          I have no idea how much that woman understood what Jesus was telling her about himself.  It appears that she took what he said at face value.  But think of what this could mean for her.  A spring of living water, guaranteeing that she would never be thirsty again.  Maybe she didn’t even realize that she was a thirsty woman, seeking peace and meaning for her life but always looking in the wrong places.  Hoping that the next man she was with would provide some stability and joy, but suffering disappointment every time.  But now she met someone whose love and respect wouldn’t depend on his whims or on her merits. 

          A spring of water within…for a woman who needed to be refreshed and restored, just as a drink of cool water gives new energy and life to a hot, parched traveler.  Who needed to feel cleansed—washed clean and new—more than she?  Who desperately craved a source of life and healing more than this woman talking with Jesus?

          She was changed by the encounter, freed from the stigma of shame, eager to tell others about Jesus.  She no longer had to let other people’s voices determine her worth.  Jesus knew her life’s story and virtually called her good. 

          Jesus changes us when we open ourselves to what he wants to say to us, how he wants to speak into our brokenness as he did for that woman.  Nicodemus was a scholar, an honorable man who had to approach Jesus under the cover of darkness.  Yet he openly cared for Jesus’ body after the crucifixion.  This woman came during the day—she had nothing to lose—but she represented the opposite of Nicodemus.  She was a hated Samaritan and a woman who had been cast off by life and society.  But both were transformed by their encounters with Jesus.

          Are you marked by your past?  Is your shame out there for all to see, or is it hidden along with the stories that are too painful to bring into the light?  Have you been listening to voices that have no business evaluating your worth? 

          Jesus is your living water too.  He will quench the thirst of your loneliness and fears.  He can heal your broken spirit and call you back to well-being.  He is the only one who has the authority to declare your worth.  And he calls you good.  Like the woman at the well that day, he honors your mind and your spirit, he understands your pain, because he knows everything about you and still chooses to be in company with you. 

          We each have to have that encounter with Jesus, to let him sit with us and show us who he is, with no assumptions or expectations.  Nicodemus had to let go of his religious assumptions and quit relying on his record of good behavior.  This woman had quit listening to everyone else’s judgment and believe—beyond the cultural assumptions—that she was as valuable and beloved by God as anyone else. 

           Jesus comes to us as he came to the Samaritan woman and offers us himself.  He treats us with respect and lets us unburden our troubles to him.  In the process we get a taste of the living water that is Jesus.  He doesn’t solve all our problems.  But he comes to us and invites us into the circle of his friendship in the midst of it.  And in turn, there comes a healing that we never anticipated.  It is a healing of the soul.  It is not usually instantaneous.  It happens over a period of time as you gradually learn to give your brokenness to him.   

          Indeed, we find that in the midst of our pain, even at the lowest point of our suffering, we may see Jesus most clearly.  It is then that we see what he wants to give us: himself.  And in giving us himself he also turns our hearts toward other people.  We find solace in the unlikeliest of companions along the way: a new friend in the waiting room at the hospital as you both go through the agony of surgery and therapies and diagnoses together.  He shows himself in waiters and postal carriers and children and even former enemies.  He reveals a new kind of community that we never knew before: encouragement and friendship born of pain and shared suffering.

          I saw this a great deal when I worked at a nursing home.  Spouses who came day after day to hold the hand of one who no longer knew them, smiling knowingly into the eyes of another just like them across the dining room.  To my knowledge, most of them discovered a deeper faith in Jesus and a new level of friendship in the midst of their brokenness.  (Jesus shows up a lot around there.)  Their shared brokenness opened them up to the healing of Jesus in the midst of the struggle, something they never anticipated.

          Jesus can help us bear these burdens because he has been there.  He walked into the wilderness and let his confidence be stripped away until he knew in the deepest parts of himself that God was his only dependable source of life.  He cried with and for his friends—and, I think, for all of us—when his buddy Lazarus died.  He wept for the entire city of Jerusalem.  He had compassion on all those lame and blind and poor and broken-spirited people he encountered every day.  And he himself was broken as he prayed in the garden and cried out in loneliness and agony on the cross.  He knows what it is to be broken.

          It is this Jesus that we see when we are broken.  He is what Henri Nouwen calls our “wounded healer.”  He knows what it is like to have people see you as a failure, to consider you less than human.  And he can lead us through that place, because he knows every turn in the path, every dangerous ledge and imposing barrier.  And he knows you, just as he knew that woman at the well.  He loves you and offers you the healing of his presence: a continuous spring of living water that will cleanse you, restore you and give you life.  And this is our hope, in the words of Nouwen himself:

          “Only with Jesus can we go to the place where there is nothing but mercy. It is the place from which Jesus cried, ‘My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?’  It is also the place from which Jesus was raised up to new life.”[1]

[1] Nouwen, Henri, 1990. The Road to Daybreak (New York: Doubleday, p. 89).

Encounters with Jesus: The Answer is a Question

John 3:1-17…Lent 2A

On one of our trips to Mexico, my husband and I tried some adventures that were not typical for us.  We watched with curiosity as people were taken several hundred yards from shore and then sailed into the air as if they were riding a kite.  We wondered what parasailing would be like, and we talked each other into it. 

It was amazing!  What surprised us was how quiet it was.  Just the two of us in the air, high above the water, gazing all around us with only the sound of the wind to accompany us. 

On the same trip we tried zip lining.  It wasn’t nearly as high in the air, but it took more courage for me.  But the feeling of flying through the air was thrilling.  We could never have had these experiences if we hadn’t stepped off the boat to parasail, and if we hadn’t stepped off the platform to ride the zipline.

Nicodemus and Jesus had a conversation about something similar, a stepping out into something new.  Nicodemus stole over to Jesus’ place one night.  Most likely he didn’t want his colleagues to see him making this visit, so he waited until the streets were quiet.  He couldn’t help himself; he was drawn to Jesus, inexplicably pulled by this winsome, trouble-making rabbi. 

Despite Nicodemus’ years of study and careful obedience to the God he loved, something was still lacking in him.  It seemed that Jesus was onto something that might fill the emptiness.  But Nicodemus didn’t even know what question to ask.  He simply stated what he–and apparently at least one other leader, for he began with “we” and not “I”—had observed, reluctantly:  We think you must be from God, judging by the signs you have been showing us.

          But Jesus gave him a question to ask soon enough.  He talked about the necessity of being born from above in order to see the kingdom of God.  “Born from above?  How does that work?  People can’t take a second trip through the birth canal.”  We get what he doesn’t say: “How absurd!” 

          Jesus proceeds to explain the unexplainable, that there is a rebirth that God enables as God sees fit.  “The wind blows where it will.”  He scolds Nicodemus a bit for not understanding that the ways of God do not follow logic or science.  Did not God prove to be far above the ways of humans many times already?  Nicodemus needs to trust the only spiritual teacher who speaks from genuine experience.  Jesus can speak with authority about God, because his permanent address is in a far greater realm than ours.  He knows about the wondrous ways of God.

          Jesus hints at a sort of threshold that Nicodemus has to be willing to cross in order to obtain that which is lacking in his spirit.  It is clearly a portal that goes only one way.  It is like a birth; there’s only one way out of the womb, and you can’t go back.

          So Nicodemus had to chew on that as he returned to his home in the dark, deserted streets of Jerusalem.   Would not his heart have been pounding from Jesus’ words?  Would he not sense something that called him to trust what he heard?  Yet he knew it meant more than adding a few more pages to his notes.  It might mean putting away all his cherished notes and starting a whole new volume.  Or could it be?  Might it mean burning his whole library and starting over?

          If we put ourselves in the place of Nicodemus, do we also feel that same tug of desire?  Do we ever feel his nagging emptiness?  He went to Jesus at night; this is often when the bigger questions emerge and stir in us.  Do we sense his frustration at having done all the right things but still feel like a failure?  Are we willing to walk up to the threshold Jesus described and step over it into the mysterious place Jesus claims to know as his own backyard? 

          Nicodemus didn’t have anything to be ashamed of.  He was a Pharisee and a leader of his fellow Jews.  No doubt he had achieved a decent reputation.  He had accumulated a good list of accomplishments, religious and otherwise.  He lived in Jerusalem, the center of Jewish religious life, close to the temple where he could enjoy practicing his faith among fellow devotees.  But Jesus seemed to be inviting him to a life where nothing was so certain and clear cut. 

Jesus asked Nicodemus to trust him, not only because he was an authority with all the right doctrines lined up to check off one by one.  He wanted to be trusted because the life he wanted to share with Nicodemus was about love, not being pure and correct.

          In this gospel story and a few others we will read in the coming weeks, every person leaves the encounter with Jesus dealing with some kind of change.  They won’t go back to life the way it used to be for them.  For Nicodemus, Jesus stirred up in him some questions that had no tidy answers.  Nothing in his library or past experience could bear the weight of these new questions. 

          Could he trust God as described by Jesus?  Could he move beyond the correctness of the law to the life-giving goodness of following Jesus without knowing every step ahead of time?  Could he let himself be carried by the wind of the Spirit into a new way of operating in the world?

          We know Nicodemus was changed by these questions, because he was there again when Jesus had been crucified, ready to collect the body of the man who had rearranged all his assumptions and invited him to a life not of answers, but of trust.     

          Jesus asks us to say no to our certainties, to everything that we call good in this life in order to say yes to him and the life he promises is far better than we can imagine.  Jesus calls us not to add a new set of ideas to our notebooks.  He calls us not to a whole new layer of commitment or activity, but to a new life entirely.  To get your new one you have to turn in the old one.

Jesus didn’t promise that it would be easy.  He said it was more like a birth than a new teaching.  A baby as it is born has no control over the situation.  The mother does all the work.  The baby has to go along for the ride, having no choice or power in the event.  Jesus said that there is the same powerlessness when you are born from above.  The wind that blows from that direction is unpredictable.   We are expected to let God do the work as God wills.

           I have a friend who is a sailor of some skill.  She races those really big sailboats, often out in California but also every summer here on Okoboji.  I asked her once about the most important rule to remember in sailing.  It was this: “When in doubt, let it out.”  She said that the instinct is to pull the sail tighter when you’re trying to get control.  But your best bet is to let the sail out so the wind can do its work.

This is the kind of trust we need to have in God’s future for us.  We need to release ourselves from the past and open ourselves up to God’s life.  We have to become comfortable with tension: not having all the answers but knowing the One who does.  This is what Abram was called to do.  God broke into Abram’s life one day and said, start over.  Go where I will lead you.  And the amazing, unbelievable thing is this: Abram went!  At age 75!  Nobody gets to retire from God’s kingdom.

          Whenever I read that verse in Genesis 12 it blows me away.  Abram just up and left his home and followed God to….wherever.  What did he have to do?  He had to listen to God.  He had to be open to whatever God told him to do.  He had some adventures along the way, believe me.  And he wasn’t always so good at listening, for that matter.  But God blessed him anyway, showing Abram where to go and what to do.

          It is a life where the questions always beckon us.  Will we trust God in this next part?  We have to go forward not knowing where we are going, but knowing who we are going with.  One writer put it this way:  “I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year, Give me a light that I might go safely out into the darkness. And he replied, Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God. That shall be more to you than a light, and safer than a known way.”[1]

           [2]Martin Luther takes on the voice of Jesus:  “Discipleship is not limited to what you can understand – it must transcend all comprehension. Plunge into the deep waters beyond your own understanding, and I will help you to comprehend. 

“Bewilderment is the true comprehension. Not to know where you are going is the true knowledge. In this way Abraham went forth from his father, not knowing where he was going. That is the way of the cross. You cannot find it in yourself, so you must let me lead you as though you were a blind man.

“Not the work which you choose, not the suffering you devise, but the road which is contrary to all that you choose or contrive or desire – that is the road you must take. It is to this path that I call you, and in this sense that you must be my disciple.”

[1] M. L. Haskins.  Reference unknown.

[2] Dietrich Bonhoeffer quoted Martin Luther in The Cost of Discipleship.

Encounters with Jesus: Saying Yes to Us

Matthew 4:1-11…Lent 1A

          Do you like living in Iowa?  Some people look down on us because we might not be staying abreast with the latest urban trends.  So what?  We keep up with things that matter.  And one reason I am grateful to live here right now is because we are a little sheltered.  The coronavirus has not yet hit the state, that we know of.

          That is scary, isn’t it?  A sinister, dark cloud is spreading around the world, causing panic and drastic measures.  We can’t fight it with bullets or vote against it on Facebook.  We can’t just throw money or political rhetoric at it.  It is no respecter of persons or cultures.  It is a virus that is determined to thrive wherever it can find a host.

          Sometimes we think of evil that way.  Today we consider Jesus’ own mighty struggle with evil.  He went out to the desert where he was exposed to the elements.  I’m told there is no hiding in the desert in that part of Palestine, unless you can find temporary shade under a cliff.  It was just him alone, out there, contemplating what he might do next. 

          See, he had just come from being baptized by John in the Jordan River.  Matthew tells us that the Spirit of God directed Jesus that his next stop was the wilderness.  He fasted and prayed for forty days. 

          Wow.  I wonder what was so important that Jesus had to spend that much time at it.  Was he pondering his next steps?  Was he figuring out whom to call as his disciples?  Why would God make him be alone and go without eating that long? 

          First, Jesus was told to turn stones into bread.  “Provide for yourself, Jesus,” the tempter said.  “You have the power to do it.  I know you’re hungry.”

          Provide for yourself.  Isn’t that how the tempter comes to us?  Make sure you are secure in every way possible.  Don’t let yourself get hungry, or cold, or sick, or anxious about your 401K.  And don’t let your kids be uncomfortable either.  Don’t let them feel any pain, whether it’s from someone else or from their own bad choices.  Keep everything safe and sealed up. 

          But Jesus replied that these things are not the source of real life.  The Scriptures say that God—not bread or anything else we can acquire or consume—is the source of the life that is truly life.  He said it a while later in his Sermon on the Mount: “ ‘Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? 26Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” (Mt 6.25-26) 

          And “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust* consume and where thieves break in and steal; but store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust* consumes and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” (Mt 6.19-21)

          Trust God, Jesus tells us.  He couldn’t tell us to do that if he didn’t do it himself.  “No,” he told the devil.  “I say yes to trusting God completely, so I say no to you.” 

          Jesus was taken to the temple, to prove to everyone that he was the Chosen One, whom God would save with a spectacular rescue if he stepped off the edge.  “Huh,” the tempter seemed to be saying.  “You trust God?  Let’s see you trust God, Beloved Son.  If you’re so special, what the Scripture says about angels means they should appear the minute you take that step.” 

          Jesus had never been admired.  In fact, as a child he became accustomed to the whispers behind his back about his strange birth.  His mother didn’t know the times he deflected taunts about him and about her.  No, he had never felt accepted or valued among the people of Nazareth.  It would feel so good to have everybody finally know who he really was.

          But what would that accomplish?  It would set him apart, and he didn’t want that.  He wanted to keep his humble reputation so he could befriend everyone, get close to anyone who needed him to listen and heal.  Besides, he had seen many times how people who were admired could lose their status when only one person started a rumor or cast a suspicious eye.  It wasn’t worth it.

          We all want to be seen, to be valued.  We were born to be loved.  When we get some sense of not being loved enough, we seek ways to earn it.  We try to impress with our knowledge, our skill, our money, our swagger.  We seek love from potential partners, our children, our spouses of many years, even.  But it is never enough, is it? Not if that is your particular temptation.

          Jesus knew that only God’s love is enough to fill the void.  He was confident in God’s love and didn’t need to play games to get God to show it.  “No,” he told the devil.  “God is for loving and giving life, not for playing games.”

          OK, the final test.  “Here you go, Jesus.  My last offer: all the pleasures and power the world has to offer.  All you have to do is hand over the keys.” 

          Sometimes the schemes of the enemy are laughable, and this is one of them.  He claimed to have the rights to everything in the world, which he didn’t.  He virtually admitted that Jesus had all the power, because he wanted Jesus’ power under his own thumb. 

          Regardless of the stakes here, regardless of who owned what, Jesus saw through it.  “Go back where you belong, you rascal!  God is the only one worthy of worship, not you.”  Jesus said yes to God’s authority and goodness, so he said no to flimsy offers of power.

          Power is tempting, isn’t it?  Most of us don’t want political power, and financial power is great when we can manage it.  But we do like to control things.  We think it will solve everything.  “If I could just get him to stop spending money we don’t have.”  “If I could just get her to apply for a better job.”  “If I could just get them to do what I think is best for our school/church/co-op/community.

          But the bad news is, even if you have a universal remote for your TV, it doesn’t give you power over the universe.  Not even power over your family.  My goodness, most of us can’t even change ourselves for the better; how do we think we can change anybody else?

          But making sure we’re better, or even good, is not the point of this gospel text.  No.  Please don’t let this beautiful, layered story land on your ear as just, “Jesus wants us to be good and he showed us how.”  It’s much more than that.

          What I want to point out today is that Jesus said no to the temptations so he could say yes to something else.  He was saying yes to God for sure, but he was also saying yes to us.  Because he always, always, always wants us to know that life that is real life.  He went through anguish not just on the cross, but in forty days of fasting and then a showdown with Evil itself. 

He grieves to see us settling for so much less: bustling here and there to make things as safe and comfortable as possible, anguishing over who loves us and who doesn’t and how much, doing whatever it takes and even degrades us just so we can have a little more control. 

          The next few weeks, we will be watching as Jesus encounters some very different people.  One things we know from this story, from this great trial that Jesus went through before his ministry even got started, is that we can trust what he says.  He loves us, and he knows what it takes to get through this life not just with wishful thinking about God but with a trust that doesn’t quit. 

          Jesus shows us that the way to life is love.  I know I say that a lot.  It’s not my agenda; it’s Jesus’ agenda.  He says it over and over again.  Love, just love. 

          The only way to feel secure, truly safe, is to be loved by the only One who can satisfy your deepest longings.  The only admiration we truly need is the love of the God who knows us and forgives us.  The only power that matters is the unstoppable, unrelenting, healing power of God’s love. 

          You don’t have to live in the city nor be completely safe from the coronavirus to have all the love of God.  You don’t have to be well, or young, or skinny, or clean and sober, or rich, or know the Bible backwards and forwards.  You just need to be human, and God offers it to you without conditions.  Jesus made sure of it. 

Carrying Glory with Us

Matthew 17:1-9…Transfiguration A

          If I ask you to name, say, the three most significant events in your life, how do you sort through your memories?  Do you picture a series of scenes in your mind’s eye?  Perhaps your bride coming down the church aisle in her wedding dress, or the doctor handing you your firstborn child after giving birth to her.  These experiences are burned into our memories.  Maybe you recall what you were wearing or what color the walls were in the restaurant where you got engaged. 

          Peter, James, and John had an image etched in their minds, the image of Jesus glowing brightly one day after they hiked up a mountain together.  It’s funny that most of the depictions of this moment called the Transfiguration have Jesus standing between two other figures—Moses and Elijah—as though they are making some kind of presentation or posing for a picture.  I doubt if they struck such a formal posture.  Maybe Jesus was kneeling in prayer, or just sitting on a rock, with the other three sitting on rocks nearby.  Who knows?     

          Try to put yourself in the disciples’ place.  You’re resting after the effort of the climb.  You look over at Jesus, and you notice he is starting to glow, and the light grows brighter.  You rub your eyes and shake your head to look again.  The glow is still there.  And then, at the edges of the light some other shapes begin to form.  You can’t tell what they are, but they look like people, like men.  They seem to be talking with Jesus, so you lean in to hear what they are saying.  From their conversation, you realize that they are Moses and Elijah.  Impossible! 

          As if that were not strange enough, a mist appears and settles over all of you.  It dims the image of Jesus and his companions, and creates a hush.  No more birds singing or leaves rustling in the wind.  Out of the mist—you can’t tell which direction it is coming from; it seems to be all around you—there comes a voice unlike any other.  It is deep and authoritative, yet gentle and almost imperceptible.   It sounds familiar, but you cannot access any memory of it.  The voice intones, “This is my son the beloved.  Listen to him!” 

          And then the mist, the voice, the men, the glow all fade away.  The rocks, the weeds, the dusty path are all just as they were a few moments ago.  Once again Jesus is simply there, but this time he is smiling and peaceful, looking at you quizzically as if to say, “Well, what do you think?”  You look at the other disciples with wide eyes, speechless.

          Jesus says quietly, “Don’t be afraid, now.  It’s time to get up and get going.”  You follow him down the mountain, but before you get to the bottom, he beckons for you all to stop.  He turns and instructs you, “I know that was a lot to take in.  Please keep it to yourselves until after I rise from the dead.” 

Rise from the dead?  You look at each other again, confused.  You remember some of the old prophecies, but never imagined anything like this.

Those three men kept this secret to themselves.  Sometimes they would pull away from the others and talk about what it might mean.  It was a puzzle, that was certain, and Jesus’ prediction about rising from the dead was the strangest part.

What was it like for them to have that image burned into their minds, especially after Jesus was arrested and their world was turned upside down?  Was it pushed aside, overtaken by the image of his torture, his bleeding form carrying his cross?  Did James and Peter remember that image while they saw Jesus’ dying form on the hillside in the distance?  Was it on John’s mind when we saw the blood dripping on the ground in front of him as he was holding Mary up the foot of the cross?

When chaos and suffering overtake us, it is hard to imagine anything beautiful or hopeful.  But for some reason, three of Jesus’ disciples were given the image of Jesus’ glory before he made his way to Jerusalem and his cross.  He planted that image in their minds before his suffering and death.  Nobody else could detect the image, the memory inside the minds of Peter, James, and John. 

The memory they carried was bigger than anything they had ever experienced.  It was strange and beautiful, reassuring and terrifying at the same time.  Peter wanted to keep it going and camp on the mountain.  But Jesus came back down, and he carried on as if nothing had happened, healing and casting out demons, telling everyone who would listen about the reality of God’s reign that was very different from the prevailing teaching about it.

We cannot translate or interpret the Transfiguration in any way that doesn’t render it smaller than it is.  We can only behold and marvel.  Like the resurrection, the veil of our world is parted for a moment, and we get a glimpse of what is beyond our normal vision.  We get a sense that God has a bigger purpose, and the life God has placed in humans is not necessarily overtaken by death.  There is something more, something much more vast and real at work.

Maybe that memory enabled Peter, James, and John to believe that Jesus’ resurrection was possible when it happened.  That it matched a kind of déjà vu experience Jesus granted them on the mountain.

Maybe it helped them look back on Jesus’ suffering with a broader perspective than disappointment and grief, because it seemed that Jesus might have been preparing for it with the ancient fathers before it happened. 

What we do know, and have, are the images we have as God’s people through the Scriptures.  We have the whole story, at least through the beginnings of the church.  We can read the whole Bible, and see that God is always up to something.  When people in the Scriptures have mysterious experiences of God, they somehow know that it is God and not indigestion, or wishful thinking.  They are inspired, and empowered.  Moses gets the courage to lead his people out from under Pharaoh’s grasp.  Mary understands that she will bear the son of God to the world.  The disciples are transformed from cowardly traitors to bold preachers.

But all of these people also went through suffering.  Jesus’ greatest glory is not the kind they try to reproduce at the Olympic opening ceremonies.  His glory is just as operative when he is feeling every lash of the whip, every step on the Via Dolorosa, every ragged breath on the cross.  As Lutherans we believe that Jesus’ glory is made perfect in his sacrifice.  His love is demonstrated in his great suffering and death.  It is a glory that can even be seen among us, when we train ourselves to look closely and detect that great love in our acts of servanthood for one another.

As we begin the season of Lent this week, the image we will hold before us is not the transfigured Jesus nor the resurrected Jesus.  The image we have etched in our minds will be smudged on our foreheads, the cross of Jesus Christ.  This image is God’s glory painted in earth tones and in Jesus’ human blood. 

Other people may or may not detect this image we carry inside of us.  I hope they do.  As Jesus’ disciples we are granted this image to show us the way to life.  It is the way of human struggle, the way of brokenness for the sake of others who are as desperate as we are for the hope we carry within.  It is the way that opens up our hearts to create a compassionate space for the other, as we will practice during the season of Lent.  We will celebrate the resurrection only after we understand its meaning from the days leading up to it, when Jesus taught us to love by enduring the deepest pain and leading us through our greatest fear to life with God. 

This was unexpected.  When I started writing this sermon, it took the form of a script.  You just never know how the message is going to play out each week.  Copying God

Leviticus 19:1-2, 9-18; Matthew 5:38-48

Epiphany 7A

Pastor: “You shall be holy.”  Wow.  I read something about this last week I thought was interesting.

Here’s the bad news: God wants you to be holy.

Here’s the good news:  God is holy.

Joe:      Wait a minute.  Only God is holy, so how can we be holy?  And who wants to, anyway?  Nobody likes goody-two-shoes, holier-than-thou kind of people.  They are no fun at parties.  They tend to alienate people on radio talk shows.  Aren’t they the ones who warn everybody that they are going to hell?  No, thanks.

Pastor: But the command is right there in Leviticus 19:2. “You shall be holy, for I the Lord your God am holy.”

Joe:      “Shall.”  Yeah, I guess that’s command language, like “thou shalt not kill.”

Pastor:  Not necessarily.  Maybe it is a description, or a prediction, as in, “you are going to be holy because I the Lord your God am holy.”

Joe:      That’s better.  God’s chosen people will wear the “Holy” jersey because they are on God’s team, right?

Pastor: Well, now you are taking all the meaning out of it.  We aren’t just wearing a name on our uniforms like Minnesota Twins or Boston Celtics.  Nobody expects those athletes to be actual twins or to do a river dance.  “Holy” will describe us because that is what we really are.

Joe:      Last time I checked, you weren’t holy.  And I sure don’t claim to be.

Pastor: If we’re judging by appearances, then yes, I am not holy.  Far from it.

Joe:      Then why would God describe us like that?  God ought to know how bad we are.  God knows everything!

Pastor: We have to go way back in history to figure this one out.

Joe:      History as in the Bible, right?  Back to Jesus?

Pastor: Even farther back, to Moses.  Are you ready?

Joe:      No time like the present…er, a couple thousand years ago.

Pastor: About 3400 years ago, actually, give or take.

The Law was given to Moses on Mt. Sinai while the people were wandering in the desert, having escaped from Egypt.  The people had been slaves for at least a couple hundred years, so they did not know how to conduct themselves.  They needed help, and God was happy to help them.  The Ten Commandments showed them a way to live.

But the commandments were more than merely good ideas, more than just “how to be nice to each other and make God happy.”  Everyone who has gone through confirmation might remember that there are three uses for the Law.  First, they establish an orderly world to live in.  We can thank God for that, right?  Without laws, things would get ugly pretty quickly—and they do, judging from human history.

Second, the Law shows us how holy God is, and by contrast, how wretched we are.  We break the commandments routinely, if not literally, at least in our attitudes and thoughts.  We need someone to deal with all of our sin and guilt from breaking the Law.  So the Law shows us that we need a Savior, who is Jesus.

Third, I suppose we could say the Law does show us how to be nice to each other and make God happy.  But we shouldn’t sell it short.  It is a great way to live, with no fear of people hurting you or lying about you.  And by following the Law, we are honoring our Creator, who knows how things work the best.

If you think about it, the Law was a great gift to the Israelites.  They needed help.  Out there in the desert, the only way they could make it was to depend on God.  And God loved them so much, they were guided by God’s cloud by day and God’s fire at night.  The Law helped them get along as they were following, and reminded them of who was in charge.  They learned to actually trust God out there in the desert, and when they trusted God enough to follow the Law, things went well for them.  Not just because God was rewarding them, but also because following the Law is its own reward.  Life just works better that way.

Now here is what is interesting.  God commanded the people to create a special container for the Law.  It was an ark, a beautiful gold box with golden angels perched on top.  God wanted it to be so precious that God had them build a whole set of rooms and coverings of fine materials to surround it, called a tabernacle.  This was to be at the center of their camp, so that they all knew that God was basically living with them out in that desert, and God moved with them wherever they went.  The Law was an expression of God’s goodness, and it was at the center of their life.

Leviticus spells out a lot of the details about how they could follow the basic Big Ten.  But did you notice that when we read some of them today, after each one it said, “I am the LORD.”  See, our holiness depends completely on God’s holiness.  We couldn’t begin to be holy without God showing us the way and actually being at the center of our life.  We need the Holy Spirit of God to give us what we need to live God’s way.

And it was the Leviticus account of moral law that shaped the teachings of Jesus.  The Sermon on the Mount has some remarkable similarities to Leviticus.  And there is a really important connection between Leviticus 19 and Jesus’ interpretation of the Law.  It’s right there in verse 18. “You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against any of your people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the Lord.”  Do you remember when Jesus summed up the Law?  He said it boils down to only two requirements.  Love God with all your being, and love your neighbor as yourself.  He was quoting Leviticus in that last part.

Although Jesus made it simpler, He didn’t make things any easier for his followers.  Leviticus tells us not to hate our brothers.  Jesus goes a lot farther: “Love your enemies.”

Joe:      Now there you go. If we have to love our enemies, I will never, ever be holy.  Just last week I tried to talk to my cousin about politics.  It was all I could do to keep from wringing his neck!  I can’t even love my cousin, let alone somebody in ISIS.  I guess I will never be as holy as I should be.

Pastor: Well, being perfect isn’t what it is all about.

Joe:      Yes, it is!  We read it this morning.  Jesus said, “Be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect.”  Holy…perfect.  It doesn’t matter how you slice it.  We can’t do it.

Pastor: In this case it helps to know a little Greek.  The word for perfect here is telos, which means more like bringing something to completion.  Something is on its way to being whole, perfect, exactly as it was meant to be.  That doesn’t mean it is perfect yet.

 Joe:      So, we are working at being perfect.

Pastor: Yes, and no.  Perfection or holiness aren’t things we strive for, not for their own sake.  We could never get there on our own anyway.  Holiness is more like a neighborhood where God has bought the property and moved us in to live with Him there. (1)  It is where God’s love and goodness are the norm, and when we accept that reality and line our lives up with it, we find that life is wonderful.  We live with God—or, God lives with us—so we copy God’s ways, basically.

Joe:      So, we aren’t holy in the sense of being super duper Christians.  We are holy because we hang out with God?

Pastor: I couldn’t have said it better.  That is the part where our holiness depends on God’s holiness.  God is at the center of our life, the ground of our existence, the divine one who made us and wired us to live together in love.  I think that is what Jesus was getting at when he re-framed the Old Testament laws and told us to follow them with so much enthusiasm that we practically kill each other with kindness.  Figuratively speaking, of course.

Joe:      That stuff sounds pretty hard though.  Somebody takes your shirt, and you’re supposed to give him your coat too?  If an enemy makes you walk a mile, you smile and walk two miles, then pray for him after you’ve gotten blisters on your feet?  Makes no sense.

Pastor: Well, you’re in good company.  Paul said as much to the Corinthian church, that the world’s wisdom and God’s wisdom don’t line up.  See, Jesus wanted his hearers to know that the Law was about more than getting along really well.  It could only be powered by love, or it wouldn’t work.  And it’s not a mushy kind of love.  Loving your enemy has some teeth to it.

Joe:      You can say that again.

Pastor: It is really hard to do, and the natural reaction of most people is to take revenge on their enemies, not work for understanding and reconciliation.  What Jesus asks us to do is to let the love of God become such a strong force in our lives that it can overcome hate.

Joe:      Sounds pretty idealistic.

Pastor: You’re close.  It is the kind of world the Law imagines.  It is the vision Jesus was casting.  And he calls us to live that vision right now, as much as we can.

Joe:      It will save the world!

Pastor: Careful.  Only Jesus can do that.  But it will change the world, little by little.  It will change us first, which is not a bad thing either.

Joe:      So, we let Jesus save the world, and we let him save us by giving us a taste of the kingdom right now.  And that changes the world.

Pastor: That’s the idea, I think.  And we get to show people what it means to have God at the center so that everybody has enough, everybody is safe, and the love of God flows through us and all around us.

Joe:      Kind of like that tabernacle.

Pastor: Yes.  You might have noticed that Paul calls us God’s temples now.  We are built on the foundation of Jesus, and we are built as the strong, straight walls of a place that offers hope to the world.  God’s love defines our lives because God is our life, and the Law is just the way we live when we live in God’s neighborhood.

Joe:      It’s a lot to think about.

Pastor: And a lot to do.  It would be overwhelming to try and do everything Jesus says at once.  It seems to me that one step at a time is the way to go.

Joe:      I could work on loving my enemies for a few years.  But I guess that is one of the miracles God works in us, huh?  Forgiving and loving our enemies is more than I could ever do, but God can do it through me.

Pastor: Absolutely.  Just start by praying for your enemy.  If you have the chance, try to learn their story.  Once you know what’s going on with them, you might even find yourself sympathizing with them.  God can change their heart, and in the process your heart will most likely change too.

Joe:      I’m not too stubborn to know that my heart getting changed is really a good thing.

Pastor: Good news indeed.  Thanks be to God.

(1)  _________, 2008.  Crazy Talk: A Not-So-Stuffy Dictionary of Theological Terms.  Rolf A. Jacobson, ed. (Minneapolis: Augsburg), p. 86

You are God’s Field

Matthew 5:21-37; 1 Cor. 3:1-9

Epiphany 6A

I grew up in rural Kossuth County, northeast of here a little over 100 miles.  Although my father was a minister, we were surrounded by fields of corn and soybeans in a parsonage five miles north of Titonka. I became familiar with a few aspects of farming and even got to do chores like gathering eggs and walking beans.  I became aware of the farmers’ habit of checking out each other’s fields as the growing season wore on.  We called that “rubber-necking” from the driver’s seat.  Weedy fields were regarded with disgust.  Plants flattened by storm damage evoked pity.  A farmer’s competency was judged by the condition of his or her fields.

I thought of this when I read the gospel text and the epistle lesson for today.  “You are God’s field,” Paul says.  (1 Cor 3.9)

Our part of the country is a center of agriculture.  It is interesting that the word agriculture is related to other words, like culture, and cult.  When I was in Mali, I talked with my Christian friends about their culte, which refers to their act of worship.  We think of a cult as a negative thing, but it is actually a more neutral word about groups that worship together, and its root is also about tilling the soil.

Culture is also in this word family.  The definition of culture I am interested in today is this: “the sum total of living built up by a group of human beings and transmitted from one generation to another.”  (www.dictionary.com)  So we talk about the culture of Japan, or of Mexico, or of the United States.  Right now in our home, we feel the drastic differences between the cultures of the U.S. and Mali because of the teenage girls who are living with us.  Ways of managing a household, eating, social contacts, language, and so on are all functions of our different cultures.  We don’t often think about our culture, but it affects us every day.  It forms our commonly held assumptions for living together.

The ideals of our American culture have come to the forefront in the past year.  The ideal of individualism—a very western notion not shared by many other global cultures—is showing its dark side.  For some time we have been wrestling with personal rights vs. the good of the society, and we have different ideas about how that affects our life together in this country, and among the peoples of our world.  We are blessed to enjoy freedom of speech, but this last election had us debating our ideas to the point of viciousness and even violence in a few cases.  A lot of people I talk with feel beat up by the public discourse that was uncivil at best and shameful at worst.  It still feels like a free-for-all while our new administration works through its agenda and opponents respond negatively.

Depending on your point of view, you might even be despairing about the condition of American culture right now.  I read this comment about the U.S. last week:

“…we are doing something to ourselves and to our culture which undercuts the value of all our idealism.  We are fostering the hypocrisy which says that if all our principles are high our practice is irrelevant.  We nurture the deceit that if we know the good it doesn’t matter if we do evil.  We feed the falsehood that those who have heard the gospel of a great society can forget the law of all previous covenants.”[1]

Now here is what is interesting.  The sermon from which that is taken was delivered on June 9, 1968, three days after the assassination of Robert F. Kennedy and two months after the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr.  Our nation was fraught with anxiety and troubled by upheaval, not unlike the situation we find ourselves in today.  Isn’t it remarkable how timely that sounds forty years later?

One person who has emerged as a commentator on matters of faith these days is Krista Tippett, who interviews theologians, artists, scientists, and social activists about what matters to them and how they understand God’s interaction with humanity.  Having picked the brains of such people for about fifteen years now, she makes an interesting observation herself.

“We chose too small a word in the [sixties]—tolerance—to make the world we want to live in now…But tolerance doesn’t welcome.  It allows, endures, indulges…It doesn’t ask us to care for the stranger.  It doesn’t even invite us to know each other, to be curious, to be open to be moved or surprised by each other.”[2]

We settled for too small an ideal, and now many are realizing that what we need is love.  Yes, even in the public square, where the word has been overused, abused, and rendered virtually meaningless.  In our efforts to be tolerant, we didn’t do the hard work of listening to and even entering one another’s stories, to sit with each other’s wounds, to let compassion be cultivated within us out of our mutual brokenness.  What we really need is love.

What does this have to do with Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount, and today’s gospel from Matthew 5?  We are members of our culture.  Individualism and superficial tolerance have been cultivated in us from without, and we gather for worship today with all of that virtually running in our veins.  Our cultural ideals influence the culture of a congregation.  We know that the values of the kingdom of God are different from those of our society, but we don’t realize how deeply those anti-kingdom ideals are embedded within us.

And so, when we find ourselves interpreting the Bible in different ways about say, sexuality or consumerism or pro-life/pro-choice debates, we find ourselves copying the behaviors of our politicians and talk show hosts.  When we are troubled by the attitudes and actions of our presidential candidates, we find ourselves empty-handed, lacking the tools for civil conversations.

But, “You are God’s field.”

What have we cultivated within the church?  What is the culture that people observe when they visit this particular congregation?  What is valued among God’s people, here?

Jesus began his ministry with preaching, probably because nothing less than prophecy was needed to counter the religious values that had evolved through the Temple system.  Temple taxes were crippling the poor.  Rigid Sabbath laws and purity laws could be paralyzing.

Jesus had to re-interpret the Law as God’s love ideal.  He had to turn the people’s gaze—our gaze—away from the indicators of success in both religion and society, toward the purest examples of trust and love that he could find: the poor, the meek, those who mourned or who suffered persecution or felt desperate to know God.

We call his blessing on such people the Beatitudes.  Then Jesus went into detail about how those blessed people behave.  How do they embody the values of the kingdom of God?  How do God’s beloved people show forth God’s values to the world God loves?

We are God’s beloved, so this is supposed to be a description of us.  What do God’s people do?  For one thing, Matthew 5 says we don’t let our anger get the best of us.  We won’t even call anybody a fool, because we have learned that how you regard people makes a big difference.  If you see someone only as a threat, you will probably want to do them harm.  Anger is the seed of murder.  About adultery: If you see a woman only as an object of lust, you will not treat her with dignity.  Regarding divorce: If you treat your wife as a commodity to suit your needs, to be discarded on a whim, you reveal that you have no compassion, no love for her.

How we treat each other matters, whether it is your co-workers at the office, your fellow church members, or your family.  Because with each word, each action, you are planting a seed of love or of resentment.  You are either cultivating life or hastening some kind of death, whether it is actual murder or the death of a relationship, or the death of someone’s hope.

“Choose life!” Moses told the people.  (Deut 30.19)  The blessings and curses are laid out for you.  What will you decide?  It is a choice we make every day, whether to see one another with compassion as God sees us, or with our defenses at the ready, and thus cultivate hearts that are at war with one another.

Jesus pointed out one of the symptoms of a sick society, a depraved culture.  Anti-kingdom-of-God, we could say.  It is one where yes can be twisted into no, and no can be perceived as yes.  A place and time when you have to add oaths to your promises, because people are so accustomed to having them broken.

Let’s take this one step further.  Your faith as an individual affects the faith of this community at St. Mark.  Every step you take toward God or away from God affects the person sitting next to you in the pew.  Your trust in God or lack of it will contribute or take away from the corporate faith of this body, because we are all connected, or should be as God’s people.

And to be connected takes time.  It takes a second look.  Jesus said that how we see each other and behave toward one another matters!  Whether we see each other as Republicans vs. Democrats, public school vs. private school, gay or straight, rich or poor, in other words, simply labeling each other and not going to the trouble of hearing each other’s stories.

Friends, our world is fractured.  Our society is overcome by tension and bewilderment.  If we as God’s people do not show them what it is to love, to speak and listen to one another graciously, where else will they get their examples?  They need to see what love, what real community looks like.  Especially the children.  Especially the children. 

As disciples of Jesus Christ, we are not alone.  We are together in this great laboratory called the church, which God created to plant and cultivate the seeds of love in our world.  We are on mission together to plant these seeds near and far, wherever hope is missing, wherever love can heal and make life flourish.

Every word, every action matters.  You are either salty, or you’re not, Jesus said.  You are my field, my city set on a hill.  You can’t hide from the world or take a day off from cultivating the love I pour into you and expect you to spread freely.

It isn’t too hard for you, Moses said.  God’s mandate to love is spelled out in the Law, which is not that hard, folks.  It is not encoded on some mysterious stone to be pursued like Indiana Jones seeking the lost ark.  It is not across a wide sea.  I put it right there in your heart, God says.  It’s right there.

And your neighbor is right there too.  Right beside you in church, in your car, in your classroom, at your table.  See them as I see them, says Jesus, and let love be the operative force in each moment.  You are God’s field, after all.  People are watching.  Thanks be to God.

[1] Thor Hall, “Thou Shalt Not Kill” in Sermons from Duke Chapel, 2005.  William H. Willimon, ed. (Durham and London: Duke University Press), p. 100.

[2] Tippett, Krista, Becoming Wise: An Inquiry Into the Mystery and Art of Living, 2016. (New York: Penguin Press), p. 15-16.

From Jesus, on Being Salt and Light

Matthew 5:13-20….Epiphany 5A

Dear friend,

When is the last time you heard from me?  I know you go to church, you read the Scriptures.  You talk to me often, and I appreciate that.  But so often you keep things at the surface level.  You think about me from time to time.  You try your best to follow me.  I know you love me, or at least want to.  So today I want to reach deeper into you, into your heart, if that’s OK with you.

You are the salt of the earth.  Salt is a gift I gave to the world, for many purposes.  It makes food taste better.  It is used as a preservative, a bleach, and in many of the products you use every day.  In fact I just Googled it, and it has over 14,000 uses so far.   It’s genius, I know!  Salt makes the world a better place.

Let’s put it another way:  You are the light of the world.  Does that surprise you?  I know I said that I am the light of the world, but so are you.  Yes, you!  That’s because my light shines into you as love, and that love light shines through you for the sake of the world.

Light comes in pretty handy too.  Another great idea the Father and I enjoyed creating!  The world would be much worse off without salt and light. 

So, I ask you, is the world a better place because you are in it?

How about your family?  Is it better because you are among them?  As my disciple, I expect you to act and talk and think like me.  But don’t feel too uptight about that.  I like to keep it simple.  Just make your life all about trusting the Father who loves you, and loving those around you.

That’s it.  It really is that simple.

So, is it better because of you?  Is your family more loving, more happy, more charitable because of your influence?  Do the people in your family regularly experience your forgiveness and your care?  Does your daily life reflect my life and the flavor of my goodness?

You are salt and light for your family.

What about your work place?  Is my love felt among your co-workers because you labor alongside them?  Do you listen to their stories and tell them you pray for them?  Do you help them out, even going beyond your job description to relieve their burden?  Are you honest in your dealings with customers and show them you want the best for them?  Is your workplace a blessing to the world because of you? 

You are salt and light in your work place.

How is it working in your church?  Is it a better place because you are there?  Do you live up to the promises you made in confirmation, and those you make to support the newly baptized?  Do you smile and welcome everyone who enters?  Do you go out of your way to encourage and pray for people you don’t usually associate with?  Do you look for ways to use your gifts and ideas along with others, to minister to the needs of your neighbors?  Or do you expect everyone else to carry the load?  Do you participate in worship with your whole heart?  Do you identify people who have always rubbed you’re the wrong way and make the effort to speak with them with love?

You are salt and light in your church.

And what about your community?  Is it a better place because you live there?  Do your neighbors experience your care?  Do you talk with them and know their stories?  Do you participate in community events to help everyone feel hopeful and happy about living in this place?  Do you give of your time and money to support your community when it counts, and even when it seems like a small thing?

You are the salt and light of your community.

If this sounds like a tall order, relax.  I have given you myself so that you can wake up each day and just partner with me in this.  I give you my power and creativity and love in order to do it.  That is what it means to have the Holy Spirit dwelling in you.  You don’t have to buy new tools or travel far.  You can just be yourself and walk across the street, or the aisle, or the living room.  Let my love live in you and through you.  You will be amazed at what happens when you live into your identity of the salty and light-filled one. 

Don’t worry about doing it right.  I did not come to give you a whole new set of laws.  The original Ten are pretty good!  Instead, I came to embody those laws, to show you that the ways of the kingdom of God are wonderful.  I made it my business to show how loving God with all our hearts manifests beautifully in everything we do, and it enables us to live together in joy and peace. 

For example, I showed you how to make the Sabbath holy, by caring for people first and foremost.  It isn’t about not working at all; it’s about appreciating God’s gifts of life and love and community, regularly taking the time to do that.   

I showed you how to treat everyone with deep respect, so killing and stealing and lying would be the furthest thing from your mind. 

See how that works?  The law isn’t about a set of ideas.  It is meant to be lived, shown forth in you.  I died and rose again so you could get past the idea of rewards and punishment.  Now you are free to receive the overflowing, unending, unstoppable love I have for you, and let it shine into the lives of others.  Let it flavor the world you live in.

Because you are the salt of the earth.  You are the light of the world. 



All God Gives, and Asks

Micah 6:1-8; 1 Cor 1:18-31…Epiphany 4A

Have you been watching the impeachment trial in the Senate?  Serious business.  There are good reasons why this happens only rarely. We understand the gravity of it.

          It is ironic that one of our Scripture texts for this weekend is also about a trial.  Did you notice that?  Among the many styles of literature in the Bible, there are a few examples of the message being framed in the form of a legal case, and Micah is one of them.  Earlier in the book, the Micah observes that the people have turned to idols and treat one another shamefully, the prophets acting in their own interests instead of serving God.

          God calls on the mountains and hills to act as the jury in the case God has with the people.  God then poses the question, “What have I done to Israel?”  God wants to know how the people have been wronged by God to justify such disloyalty.    What has God done but save the people of Israel, many times?  There is something terribly wrong with this picture.

          But instead of declaring them the guilty ones and incinerating the people or sending another flood, God simply asks for them to turn back.  Trust the God who loves you and saves you.  Then God will restore your land and your fortunes.  The people will live in peace. 

The most amazing part comes next.  We might expect God to make the people prove their faithfulness to God, their intention to walk in God’s ways.  Great sacrifices could be asked of them to show how sincere they are.  Instead, these are the terms Micah delivers to the people from God:

‘With what shall I come before the Lord,
   and bow myself before God on high?
Shall I come before him with burnt-offerings,
   with calves a year old?
Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams,
   with tens of thousands of rivers of oil?
Shall I give my firstborn for my transgression,
   the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?’
He has told you, O mortal, what is good;
   and what does the Lord require of you
but to do justice, and to love kindness,
   and to walk humbly with your God?

          All I ask for is a change of heart, God tells them.  Treat each other fairly.  Stop cheating each other and lying to get ahead.  Stop trampling on defenseless people.  Make kindness your way of life instead of being defensive and self-seeking.  Care about one another.  And then trust me daily for everything you need. 

          All God asks for is a change of heart.  God does not want our sacrifices.  God wants our hearts, our love, our trust. 

          The trouble with what God asks of us is that we would prefer the sacrifices.  We would rather bring something to God even if it costs us a lot, and then it’s taken care of.  We can walk away until the next time.  A one-off is easier than actually changing our ways.

          It reminds me of a recent incident with a grandchild.  She willfully disobeyed me after being warned to toe the line.  There wasn’t enough time to apply the usual consequences.  The only recourse I had was to promise to tell her parents.  That got her attention!  She knew that Mom and Dad would take this seriously.  Moments later we talked about obedience, and I offered her a choice: she could clean up after the meal without complaint, and she would be in the clear.  What do you think she chose?  The cleaning of course. 

          A little punishment is much easier than changing the way you live.  Or so we think.  “Do justice.”  We don’t want to make the daily sacrifices required to act justly.  “Love kindness.”  We don’t always feel like going the extra mile to be kind.  It is uncomfortable to be compassionate.  It takes time to understand someone’s pain.  “Walk humbly with your God.”  That would mean we’re not in charge, and we like to be in charge.

          The message throughout the Scriptures is that God cares about people, people, people, not rituals or even keeping the Law perfectly.  Jesus clarified this when someone asked him what pleases God most.  The man asked, “What is the most important commandment?”  That is another way of asking what we want to know: How can I please God?  How can I know what God’s will is? 

          Love, Jesus said.  Love God, love each other.  That is what the Law and the prophets are all about.  (Matt 22.36-40) We can assume he is including Micah in those prophets when he writes, “Do justice, love kindness, walk humbly with your God.”  Or as one of my favorite authors (who is also a prophet in my opinion) puts it, “Breathe.  Pray.  Be kind.  Stop grabbing.”[i]

          What happens when we realize we can’t live up to even that basic standard?  God doesn’t shake a finger at us, but forgives us.  God simply asks that we show up again tomorrow and pay attention, keeping trying.  That’s all.  Just live like a child of God.  Love like Jesus since you claim to follow him.  

          But that grace feels too easy.  I told the confirmation students last week how to distinguish between three religious words: justice, mercy, and grace.  Justice is when you do 50 in a 35 mph zone and the officer gives you a ticket.  You got the punishment you deserve.  Mercy is when the officer lets you off with a warning.  You don’t get the punishment you deserve.  Grace is when the officer lets you off with a warning and then tells you to follow her to the Dairy Queen where she’ll buy you an ice cream cone.  You get mercy plus a reward you don’t deserve.  That is what God’s grace is like: far more blessings and love than we could ever earn. 

For some reason God’s grace doesn’t stick with most of us.  “Is that it?” we ask.  No penalties, no time-outs? 

          The people Jesus tangled with—the religious leaders of his time and quite a while before that too—had the hardest time with this.  They took the beautiful Law about loving God and one another and started throwing in their two cents’ worth—or drachmas or denarii, whatever the currency was.  They especially got excited about the details of keeping the Sabbath.  It was their favorite commandment, I guess, maybe because it was so easy to tell if you were doing it wrong. 

          So that’s the one Jesus nailed them on.  He healed people—gasp!—on the Sabbath and used the leaders’ reactions to help everyone see how silly it all had become.  Not silly, actually, because they also burdened the people with heavy temple taxes and endorsed the exorbitant fees charged for changing money and buying animals for sacrifice. 

          Which is not unlike the battles we keep waging over what is sin and what isn’t sin.  Or judging one another for having the “wrong” politics or ideas about religion. 


          We never get it.  So Jesus did what had to be done.  He made the radical statement of being the ultimate sacrifice for all our sins.  He showed what our greed and violence leads to: we will kill the God who loves us just to make religion look the way we think it should.  He showed in his own suffering what all our lack of grace does to each other: it kills. 

          In the process he removed every excuse, every objection to receiving what God has wanted to give us all along: life, love, forgiveness, purpose, trustworthy communities in which to live.  Plus eternal life.

          It is ridiculous.  Foolish, says Paul.  No God worth worshiping should have to die to get us to believe God loves us and offers us abundant life.  God should not have to talk us into receiving forgiveness.  But Jesus did the utmost to get us to believe it.  He did not just conquer death; he walked into it, suffered all the pain, and came back to ask, “NOW will you believe that you are forgiven?”  Yes, what he did looks stupid until you think what it actually accomplishes.  And he promised to stay with us through whatever pain we will suffer too.  We can see that he means it.

          At least he is consistent.  The beatitudes we read today were Jesus’ indication from the get-go that he sees every person where they are and tells them they are in the best position to receive what God offers.  When you don’t have a reputation or money or anything else to stake your happiness on, you are ready to pay attention to somebody who sees your sorry state and loves you anyway. It cuts out the middle man.

          So, God wants your heart.  That’s no small request, as we know.  We like to do things our way.  It’s just that our way isn’t nearly as good, and it leaves us in the dark where it’s hard to see the best way to go.  Hard to see each other too.  Better to come into the light where Jesus is, where we have to see things as they are, but where a cross hangs nearby to remind us where to get the love we need when we are bad at it ourselves.  And we get the bread and the cup handed to us just as generously, just as freely, as all the rest.  Thanks be to God.

[i] Lamott, Anne, 1994. Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith. (New York: Riverhead Books), p. 94.

How Will We Make Disciples for Jesus?

Matthew 4:12-23

Epiphany 3A

(Annual Meeting Sunday) 

Here we are again on the Sunday of our annual business meeting, the formalities we need to conduct to make sure we have the leaders we need, and to cross our t’s and dot our i’s to maintain our status as a church in our society.  But the formalities don’t define our unique identity as a congregation.  We are defined in reality by the way we act, the way we communicate, the way we worship together.  Our mission statement is the written form of our intention to act, communicate, and worship in ways that bring people to Jesus:

“Bethlehem Lutheran Church is committed to making Jesus Christ through our thoughts, words, and deeds.”

So, let’s talk about making disciples for Jesus Christ this morning.  We can judge how well we are doing that by fleshing it out a bit.  Because I have the pulpit, I get to interpret what making disciples means.  You might not agree with my take on it, and that is perfectly fine.  Discussing our ideas is the best way for us to understand it and work together.

I’ll use the word “MAKE” as an acronym this morning, an active verb to be sure.         Jesus made disciples out of twelve men, and charged us with making disciples too. (Matt.28:19)  The question we might ask ourselves as a congregation is this:  How can we create an environment for making disciples?  How can we see to it that disciples emerge and are sent forth from our midst?


First, disciples are on the move.  Jesus called Simon Peter and his brother Andrew, James and his brother John, who were fishing.  They left their nets and followed Jesus.  They didn’t stay where they were.  Jesus didn’t offer them a correspondence course in being disciples.  He didn’t even train them personally for two years before taking them into ministry.  The disciples had on-the-job training.  You might have noticed that the very next verse after the disciples were called and followed Jesus (Matt. 4:18-22) is this: “Jesus went throughout Galilee, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the good news of the kingdom and curing every disease and every sickness among the people.” (Matt. 4:23)

Last week I attended a Lutheran pastors’ meeting, and the week before that I attended a Reformed pastors’ retreat.  The frustration voiced by so many was this: people are willing to study the Bible, but so many of them won’t go and do what the Bible says.  What’s the point of the Bible if we keep it all to ourselves?  We don’t get to see the amazing things God will do if we never step out in faith to obey.

There are good examples of learning on the go.  Our Wednesday afternoon education program is far more organized and effective and fun than it was five years ago when we simply stepped out in faith to try what we sensed the Holy Spirit was calling us to do.  Seventy kids in the building can be pretty noisy and even seemed chaotic at times.  We have learned effective ways of helping the children learn the stories of the Bible, how to pray, how to worship.  We still have a lot to learn, but we didn’t wait until we had the perfect methods.  Children are coming to Jesus now, and there is no time to lose.

We will learn on the job in our newest mission venture, in southeastern India.  We are helping the Girls’ School with their operating needs as well as a new garden to help them become more self-sustaining.  Can we send people there?  Of course, if we have the will and God makes a way for us.  Will we learn about the awesome power of God in new ways?  Absolutely.  But we have to take the first steps.

We are not called to have all the answers.  We are called to follow, which is another active verb.  Jesus shows us the way as we go.  It is an adventure with promises built in, that we will not be stranded or without power.  The Holy Spirit is in us, ahead of us, among us.  We can trust the Spirit while we are on the move.

The question for each of us is this: Are you on the move, or are you creating weight for other people to carry?  My challenge to you is to be actively supporting at least one ministry of our congregation, and to be actively following Jesus to have an impact on your circle of influence outside these walls.  Be on the move for Jesus.

Be Aware

We can be sure that one of the most basic and important things the disciples did was to watch Jesus.  They had to be aware that he was different from any rabbi, even the most respected rabbis up to that point.  Jesus taught with authority.  He commanded demons and diseases and forces of nature with authority.  He loved people with authority.  They were following someone who could give them that same authority, and they knew it was real.  They experienced his power when the Holy Spirit filled them at Pentecost and when they taught and healed people in Jesus’ name.

Students of a rabbi want to be like their teacher, so they watch him closely, and do their best to emulate him.  By the time Jesus rose from the dead, they could draw no other conclusion than the fact that he was the Son of God.

We, too, need to ask the question, “How do we see God at work?”  I see God at work when you greet each other and promise to pray for one another.  When you rise to confess your faith.  When you make meals for Aaron and Amanda.  When you stitch quilts, and meet for breakfast, and drive someone to the hospital, and write checks for youth trips and mission projects, and teach the children.

A story about disciples, and fishing for people.  During the civil rights movement of the last century, there was a large church in the South that was striving to serve the people of the community through an after-school tutoring program for children who lived across the street in government housing.  One of these children was an African-American girl named Twila Fortune.

Twila and her mother, Winifred Bryant, began to visit Sunday School and joined in Sunday worship.  That should have been cause for rejoicing.  We could say that two fish had jumped out of the water into the boat.  But in the eyes of some people, these weren’t the right kind of fish.  Their color and social status was off.

After several years of visiting, Twila told her mother that she was ready to make her profession of faith and be baptized.  Winifred contacted the pastor, and he came to visit them in their home.

In that church’s tradition, a vote of the membership was required to receive new members.  When Twila and Winifred went forward, they were told that the church wasn’t receiving new members at that time.  Over the next few weeks with many late night discussions, their application for membership was presented three times, and was voted down every time.

After the third vote, a layman named Dr. Byrn Williamson stood up during worship and said he wanted to talk with anyone who would like to be part of a church that welcomes people like Twila and Winifred.  Something unexpected happened.  Three hundred other lay people stood with Dr. Williamson and walked out of the sanctuary to start a new church where all God’s people are loved and accepted.  That church is still on mission for Jesus Christ.[i]

We might not always recognize when God is at work, but the first disciples didn’t realize it at first either.  If we stick with Jesus, we will get it eventually!  How do you see God at work among the people of Bethlehem, and in your own life?  What better way to be Jesus’ disciples than to show up where the action is and pitch in?

Know Christ and Make Him Known

We read in Psalm 27 today (verse 8) one of the most beautiful expressions of faith in the Scriptures:  “Come,” my heart says, “seek his face!”  No doctrine or person or experience can match the peace and joy that is ours when we simply gaze on the face of our Lord.  Even though we cannot see him, we know him.  He is the one who loves us perfectly, who died for us and gives us life.

Paul told the Corinthian church that they had to be “united in the same mind and in the same purpose.” (1 Cor. 1:10)  Nothing can hold us together the way Jesus can.  Because we all need his forgiveness and receive it without condition, we are on equal footing.  Our purpose to serve him and those he loves is the same purpose, with millions of different versions.

Paul said that the cross of Jesus is our source of power.  The love of Jesus who doesn’t lord it over us but instead serves us is what compels us to love.  Jesus said his whole message, his whole purpose was love, and so that is our purpose too.

As an orchestra warms up for a concert, the concertmaster rises and plays a note.  Every single musician tunes their instrument to that note.  They make beautiful music when they are all in tune.

How do we know Christ?  By following him, and letting the Word of God shed light on our way together.  We have to be students of the Scriptures, not just so that we can know a lot about God.  We need to be in the Word because the world needs the Word!  The world needs Jesus, and we know him by studying the gospels and living it, on the move together.

Have you spent time with Jesus lately?  I’ll ask the question I posed to the children last Sunday.  “What do you like about Jesus?”  (Time allowed for answers.)

Every Hour, Every Dollar

Sometimes I wonder if the way the disciples followed Jesus keeps us from following him as fully as we should.  I know I’ve often thought, well, they left their work and followed Jesus, but of course they were the chosen twelve in a special time.  We can’t do that today—leave everything behind to follow Jesus.

The funny thing is, there are a lot of people these days who do that.  And they aren’t only the people in full time ministry of some kind.  Lots of people in agriculture and business and education and social work and technology and the arts have dedicated every part of their lives to following Jesus Christ.  And that is as it should be.  God doesn’t need 3 billion pastors and missionaries and Christian college teachers.  God needs farmers and teachers and parents and computer programmers who ask, “How can I serve the world God loves with my work today?  How can I use my gifts to bless Jesus in the church?  In my family?”

Those fishermen that Jesus called to be his disciples started fishing for people.  Jesus taught them how to use their time and their fishing skills to reach people with the good news of God’s forgiveness.  Matthew was a tax collector.  You can bet he used some of his business savvy to talk with people about God’s love.  Paul was not just an evangelist; he was a tanner.  Do you think he stopped talking about Jesus when he was busy scraping hides?

As a congregation, we have to ask ourselves whether we are totally committed to serving Jesus as his disciples.  Every hour, every dollar we spend needs to serve our mission to make disciples.  If we find ourselves serving traditions instead of the Lord, we are wasting our time and money.  If sacred cows like styles of worship or social norms are getting in the way of reaching people, we’d better think hard about them.

The question we might ask ourselves at the annual meeting time of year is this: “Are our structures and ways of being together  supporting or not supporting our mission to make disciples for Jesus Christ?  How can we get better at it so every hour, every dollar is spent for the mission of reaching people for Jesus Christ?”

One final story about the disciples, and fishing, from John 21.  Remember what happened after Jesus was crucified, and the disciples did not yet know he was risen?  Peter and his friends went fishing.  They fished all night long, without catching one fish.

Then Jesus showed up on the shore.  He told them to cast their nets in another place.  They didn’t think there were any fish there, but they were wrong.  Once again Jesus surprised them with his authority and his knowledge.  The nets were almost too heavy to haul in.

Hey, we know what that’s like.  When we first opened our doors for children on Wednesday afternoons, we didn’t know what to do with all of them!  But with God’s help, we figured it out.  What a joy, to see children coming to faith in Jesus.  Was it like that for the founders of this congregation?  Did they have to figure it out too?  Of course they did.  The problem comes when we think what worked 125 years ago or 50 years ago is what will still work today.

Do we get stuck fishing the same way, in the same place?  Do we assume there aren’t any fish to be caught where we are?  I think we’re learning that there are people who don’t know Jesus right next door.  We work with them.  Our kids go to school with them.  And “them” is supposed to become part of “us.”  At least we can invite them.

Jesus made disciples out of ordinary people.  He tells us to do the same thing, to let him make us into disciples, and to make disciples of our children and our neighbors.  And so that is our purpose.  We need to keep moving, keep looking for what God is doing, keep Jesus at the center, and spend everything we have for the greatest cause the world has ever known: to make disciples for our wonderful Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.

[i] Scott Hoezee, “Fifth Sunday after Pentecost, Year B,” The Lectionary Commentary.  Cited by The Rev. Sarah Jackson Shelton, http://day1.org/1326-the_sleeping_jesus.

Knowing Enough                                         

John 1:29-42

Epiphany 2A

 In a cathedral in Copenhagen, Denmark, there is a famous and beloved statue of Jesus by Bertel Thorvaldsen.  After he finished his work, the artist stood back to admire the figure of Jesus with arms reaching upward in a triumphant pose.  After he left the clay to dry and harden, conditions overnight affected the sculpture drastically.  A sea mist crept into the studio and caused the arms and head to droop, leaving the figure of Christ in a posture of gentle invitation.

At first the artist was upset by the damage.  But as he gazed on the transformation, he gradually realized that this was a version of Jesus Christ he needed to consider and appreciate.  He left it in its changed form, and it has inspired millions ever since.[i]

We all have different perspectives on Jesus.  In this passage alone, Jesus is called Lamb of God, Son of God, Rabbi, and Messiah.  What are some other names for Jesus that you can think of?  (Examples would be Name Above All Names; bread of life, Lion of Judah, Rose of Sharon, way/truth/life, good shepherd, Redeemer, Lord)

At various stages in our lives, we see Jesus differently as a result of our own growth and experiences.  We come to appreciate the many characteristics of Jesus Christ.  In times of stress we might focus on Jesus’ invitation from the gospel of Matthew: “come unto me, you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”  (Matthew 11:28)  Jesus is a comfort in such times.

When you are confused, perhaps troubled by the actions of a co-worker, or upset by a fellow student who asks you to cheat for her, you might turn to Jesus as your good shepherd, trusting him to guide you in what feels like darkness.

In times of joy–the birth of a child, a breakthrough in a tense relationship, a new job you worked hard to obtain–you might give thanks to Jesus for bringing new life where things seemed dead or hopeless.

When you are sick, Jesus appears as your healer, and as your companion, your Immanuel (God with us).  When you keep vigil at the bedside of someone you love as they are dying, or as you approach your own death, the presence of Jesus your Savior resonates and calms you.

When shame threatens to paralyze or isolate you, Jesus your Redeemer comes to the fore.  His cross of forgiveness stands out in stark relief.  It can save your life.

But our experiences can also betray us, skewing our images of Jesus so that we operate from false assumptions about Jesus.  There are those parents who use the idea of God to threaten their children into submission, and unwittingly drive them from Christianity once they have grown to adulthood.  Uninformed notions of Jesus as a wimpy, romantic ideal can throw you off when you hit a rough patch.  Jesus as a buddy is another notion that won’t serve you well when you need him to speak into your life with authority, when repentance is what you need most.  If you never face the suffering of Jesus honestly, never wrestle with unanswered questions about him, you will need to deepen your relationship on those terms.

John the Baptist himself wasn’t sure of Jesus’ identity, even though he was charged with preparing the way for him. He recognized who Jesus was when the Holy Spirit came to rest on him.  John didn’t really grasp who Jesus was—or we could say the jury was still out–even after Jesus’ ministry revealed his power and authority.

The disciples themselves were confused too.  Imagine being one of them.  Someone who looks just like your neighbor back in Nazareth is being hailed as the long-awaited Messiah.  It seemed as though Jesus often spoke in riddles.  It is no surprise that the enormity of Jesus’ identity was lost on them when they were with him.  We have the benefit of centuries of theology, but the disciples were figuring this out in real time.

So, what do we need to know about Jesus?  Through the benefit of hindsight, we know much more than Jesus’ first disciples did when they chose to follow him.  Surely we know enough, that Jesus is the Son of God who died for our sins.  We often point to the fact that the thief on the cross knew enough for salvation in his brief encounter with Jesus.  We know enough to tell others about Jesus, just as Andrew went and got his brother and told him, “We have found the Messiah.”

We might wonder if we know enough about Jesus to share our faith with other people.  Do we compare it with advertising, maybe?  The best form of advertising ever invented wasn’t invented at all.  It is known as word of mouth.  People telling other people.  We trust our friends and family to tell us what works, what is worth our time and effort.

That is what the makers of the old Packard automobiles relied on several decades ago.  They were the last auto makers to get into advertising.  Whenever somebody approached Mr. Packard about buying ads, he said, “Don’t need any; just ask the man who owns one.”  After he died, that became the company’s first advertising slogan: “Just ask the man who owns one.”[ii]

We are not selling a product, but telling other people about Jesus can be as simple as the advertising for a Packard.  “Just ask the one who knows Jesus.”  It isn’t so much about what you know or what technique you use; it’s about who you know, and why you love him.  The disciples did not embark on a program of evangelism out of some sense of obligation.  They told everyone who would listen about Jesus because they loved him, and because they had witnessed the love and person of Jesus breaching the boundaries of death.  This was the most amazing shift in reality and religion the world had ever known, and they were compelled to tell everyone about it.

Don’t expect other people to see Jesus the same way that you see him.  He comes to each of us as we are and as he is.  Of course there are limits to this.  We have the revealed Scriptures to help us test our understandings, so that an image of Jesus as a psychopath or  a cheese sandwich doesn’t hold up.  On the other hand, we don’t have to dress up the truth about Jesus Christ in order to make him more palatable to our friends.  We know that Jesus will meet each person with compassion, opening up his or her life to the truth about the world, about themselves, and about God.  He does this for one reason: to give us life that is shaped and permeated by the love of God.

The person, presence, and promises of Jesus define our lives and drive every aspect of our lives as his followers.  We can trust him completely in the process.  The Lamb of God sacrificed himself for you and me and everyone throughout all time.  As Paul summed up our testimony about Jesus in Romans 8:31b-32: “If God is for us, who can be against us?  The One who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will  he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?” That is what we know about Jesus, and that is enough.  Thanks be to God.

[i] King Duncan, Collected Sermons, www.Sermons.com

[ii] Daniel G. Mueller, Just Follow the Signs, CSS Publishing Company

The View from the River

Matthew 3:13-37

The Baptism of Our Lord…First Sunday After the Epiphany

We read about that day in the desert only a few weeks ago, in Advent, as we prepared our hearts for the coming of the Christ Child.  John gave Jesus a big build up: “When I baptize you, it is to get you going on the right way, to turn you away from your death-dealing habits and on your way to the One who will clean you up properly and do away with your wretchedness once and for all.  He is the Real Deal!”

This is how I imagine it.  Jesus arrived while John was busy in the river, blended in with the other sorry souls, and waited for John to recognize him when it was his turn.  “Hold on!” John exclaims, then leans in so that only Jesus can hear.  “You don’t belong in this line.  Let’s start a new line so you can get to work!  And may I be the first to humble myself under your cleansing hand.”

Or something like that.  We often scratch our heads over the fact that Jesus submitted to a rite about turning away from sin.  He did not sin, so why did he get in line?

I think that question puzzles us if we consider God’s work in baptism, and the saving mission of Jesus, to be only about settling accounts.  From sin to no sin, that is the point, right?  Now God can let us into heaven.

The incarnation was about so much more than erasing marks for being naughty.  The psalmist (in Psalm 29) describes God as the One who “thunders over the mighty waters” and “makes Lebanon skip like a calf.” God is not preoccupied with the business of bookkeeping.    God is the One before whom all cry, “Glory!”  Jesus is the agent of God’s scheme to “give strength to [the LORD’s] people…to bless his people with peace.”

Jesus got into the river with humans, experienced the sensation of water washing over him, sensed the humility of those around him, the joy of those who felt release from their burden of shame.  As he made his way out of the water, he saw heaven opened, and the Spirit dove gliding down the rays of God’s glory from the heavens to his own body.  He heard that mysteriously powerful, familiar voice blessing him with the peace and strength and love he would need in order to move forward into ministry.  He would need the memory of that moment as he made his way among the people he came to bless.

Did he have to go through that river in order to see and hear the presence of God-with-him?  Could he have had that epiphany while walking in the streets of Nazareth?  I wonder what he meant when he said that he had to be baptized in order to “fulfill all righteousness.”

Jesus’ baptism had to be more than a necessary step to be checked off his list as he went about the business of obtaining righteousness for us.  As he proceeded to teach and heal, he demonstrated that living in God’s reign is about so much more than getting a clean slate.  His righteousness involves meekness, poverty, agonizing forgiveness, generosity, compassion.

Jesus couldn’t get his point across by removing himself from the messy and mundane life of humanity.  He did it by getting into the mix, being born in a cow stall, stepping into the muddy river, touching lepers, hanging out with prostitutes and shepherds.  Toward the end of his ministry (Matthew 25:31-46) we find him teaching that real holiness is found in soup kitchens, by hospital beds, in prison visitation lounges.

In my efforts to follow Jesus in this way, I had a frightening, humbling experience.  It happened five years ago in Mali.  (It is where I will be as you read this, God willing.)  I had finished a week of visiting our Luke Society partner Indielou as well as my friend Bibi who runs an orphanage in the capital city of Bamako.

On the day of my departure, I arrived at the airport too late for my flight to Senegal.  I scrambled to purchase a ticket on the next plane an hour later.  It was a harrowing experience to negotiate this in French when I was feeling anxious.  Finally, I was cleared to approach the gate area, but I had one more barrier to cross.  A tall man in camouflage and holding an automatic weapon scowled at this flustered American woman as I struggled with heavy luggage on my own.  He quizzed me on my reason for visiting his country.

This man had no business making me struggle with an explanation and making me feel small, but I had to get past him nevertheless.  By the time I made it to the gate, I was shaken and emotionally exhausted.

The most significant part of that experience was after I finally boarded a plane and settled in for the short flight west.  As I gazed out the window at the clouds, I realized that, even if I had gotten into real trouble–even if I faced real danger in the process–I was willing to do it again.  It would not deter me from going back.  That was a very freeing moment.  It was a spiritual experience that was very grounded in my heart, mind, and body.  I knew that God would not forsake me, but would give me the courage and ability to get through whatever God would call me to do in the future, frightening or otherwise.  It felt like a threshold I had crossed, a kind of baptism.  I could not have reached that conviction without those fearsome moments at the airport.

Make no mistake: my initial motives for going to western Africa were not purely altruistic; one of my failings is the desire to be the hero.  But it only takes a few hours in a developing country to realize that the challenges are enormous, complex, and deeply embedded in the culture.  Heroics won’t help anybody, least of all the erstwhile hero.

Neither was Jesus a hero, not of the popular variety.  The needs he came to see up close and to experience alongside us were not the type a hero could address with a flourish and be on his way.  He had to walk with us, feel the desperation of our condition, endure the brutality of the only solution.  He had to go through the baptism of humanity to get him to the baptism of suffering, and then to see with unmistakable clarity the cross that would take us beyond it all.

It is one of the many paradoxes of suffering as a servant: it has the potential to make you stronger and more determined to keep going.  Perhaps my epiphany on a flight to Senegal was not unlike Jesus’ view from the river after he went through the water with everyone else.  The glory of God, the reassurance that he was on the right track, the clouds parting to give him the clarity and courage he would need to face what lay ahead, these were granted to him as he launched his mission in a muddy river among ordinary people.

Mystery and Certainty

Matthew 2:1-12; Ephesians 3:1-12

Epiphany…January 6

Life is full of mysteries.  If you have email, you’ve read some silly ones.  Examples: if you own land, do you own it all the way down to the center of the earth?  Why doesn’t glue stick to the inside of a bottle?  Can you cry under water?  And is the Hoky Poky really what it’s all about?

One could argue that life is shaped by the questions we seek to answer.  Examples: How can I be ensured of the best future for my children?  What is the quickest way to make a lot of money?  Can I be happy even though I am challenged by a disability?

Nobody would argue that our faith holds much mystery, and we need to tolerate our unanswered questions in order to have faith in God.  William Broderick is a former monk who writes mysteries.  The detective hero is himself a monk, and he is visiting a young woman who had lost a dear friend.  In response to her questions, he advises, “if you keep listening, you…don’t get any answers, but more often than not, the questions slip out of reach and cease to be questions.  The bad news is that it takes about ten years.”  The woman responds, “Thanks.  And what about the ones that stay?”  The monk replies, “We’ve a choice—either the whole shebang’s absurd…or it’s a mystery.”

We have to be satisfied to know that we will never learn the answers to all of our questions about God.  In fact mature faith has been defined as the ability to live with the paradoxes, the mysteries of faith.  I like what Rainer M. Rilke said about this: “Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart.  And try to love the questions themselves.  Do not seek the answers that cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them.  And the point is to live everything.  Live the questions now.  Perhaps you will then, gradually, without noticing, live along some distant day into the answer.”

In our time, mystery is considered a puzzle to be solved.  We live in a scientific age, where observation and experimentation often lead to resolution.  The diseases that don’t have a cure?  We assume that someday down the road, science will provide an answer.  In the meantime, the mysteries nag at us.

Yet for the Ephesians to whom Paul was writing, mystery was not a negative thing.  It was a treasure to be revealed.  The mystery Paul shared with them was that the salvation God offers through Jesus Christ is for all who believe, not just the Jews.  That was news, a mystery revealed, back then.  It was a big deal.

There is mystery in the story of the magi we read in Matthew 2.  These were people skilled in strange arts.  They made calculations about the signs they saw in the heavens, and so their conclusions led them to Jerusalem and Bethlehem.  We wonder whether they knew anything at all about the child they sought.  For the people Matthew was writing to, it was a true mystery: Gentiles came to worship a king of the Jewish people.  Gentiles!  And what would compel them to travel so far on their quest?

At the end of the magi’s quest, they found what they were looking for.  They worshipped the child Jesus and offered him precious gifts.  Then they lived up to their nickname “wise men” and skedaddled out of Herod’s orbit before he could use them to find Jesus, or worse, kill them for the knowledge they possessed.

We celebrate Epiphany today, the revelation of Jesus to the world.  The magi represent the world, having come from a far country.  The word “epiphany” itself is defined as “a sudden, intuitive … insight into the … essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence….” (www.dictionary.com)

It is an “aha” moment.  Has this happened to you lately?  You read a sentence that captures the meaning of your life just as you would say it if you could.  You step into a room or onto a path or out of the office and suddenly the world feels whole and safe and good.  You glance at your spouse casually and suddenly you are taken back to your youth, and you see them again afresh, your new love, only more vivid and real and cherished now than you ever perceived before.

Everything falls into place in a moment of epiphany.  The birth of Jesus is just that kind of event, because he makes sense of all that comes before him.  The exiles who were suffering, yearning to return home, were encouraged by the prophet Isaiah: “Arise, shine; for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord has risen upon you. For darkness shall cover the earth, and thick darkness the peoples; but the Lord will arise upon you, and his glory will appear over you.” (Isaiah 60:1-2)

Neither they nor the prophet himself knew that the one who would embody all their hopes would arrive in the person of an infant.  But God offered the always-intended solution to their troubles, and Jesus’ arrival formed the shape of their yearning many years later.  Everything after Jesus was illuminated by his birth too.  Jesus was the “new thing” God had promised to bring to pass, and his cross established God’s mercy toward us for all time.

We love those epiphanies.  “…the veil parts, we see the not-yet now, we glimpse the mystery and beauty at the heart of all that is, we see things as they really are and not as they usually appear.”[1]  An “aha” moment makes everything crystal clear, but it only lasts that long—a moment.  For some reason our native air in this life is mystery.

The vastness and other-worldly nature of God require that we remain ignorant for the most part.  We could not grasp the realities of God any more than a fish can imagine riding a camel.  In quiet moments we experience the mystery as an unnamed yearning, an awareness that there is more that we are made to be connected with somehow.

But there is paradox here.  We have been taught that mystery is the realm of things we cannot know.  Yet God has chosen to be revealed to us in many ways, in many times.  Another way to regard mystery is that it is infinitely knowable.  The whole is out of our reach, yet we continue to glimpse the parts, one at a time, seeing enough to reassure us that God is there, and wanting more.  Always wanting more.

Living with mystery is what faith and trust are made of.  Once we realize that mystery is not a cosmic puzzle to be solved on a deadline, that it can coexist with faith just fine, we find that it actually frees us.  We don’t have to know all the answers, prove every point, control information and every other aspect of our lives.  This freedom is possible because we trust the One who holds all the mysteries in tension, and reveals the truth we need to know at the time we need to know it.

Lest we become too enamored with mystery itself, it is important to remember that there is a difference between mystery and ignorance.  Knowing God as God has chosen to be revealed is our joy in life.  Shrugging our shoulders and bumbling through life without the benefit of a relationship with the living God simply because it takes effort is a poor substitute for faith.  That’s not mystery; it’s just lazy.

We love certainty though, don’t we?  It is so satisfying to understand, finally, what has escaped us.  Yet certainty is rare in the life of faith.  We are given what we need.  The danger is assuming that we have been given more than we have.  We can fall into the trap of being certain of what we have learned, what we have calculated and researched, even what God may have allowed us to discover in an “aha” moment.  Be careful about certainty.  It can close your heart to whatever God wants to show you next.

There are so many things about which we want to be certain, but we cannot.  The Scriptures do not tell us everything.  Perhaps God has made it that way so that our minds will not be overwhelmed with more than we can bear.  But these things are clear: a star, a cross, an empty tomb.  A bit of bread in your hand and the taste of wine on your lips to keep your senses tuned to the mystery we depend on.  And this: the love at the heart of the universe came to us as a baby, and that love calls you.  Like the magi, you must heed the call, or be lost.

[1] Kimberlee Conway Ireton, “Waking to Mystery,”  Weavings (Vol. XXI, No. 1), p. 22.

Some years ago my husband and I traveled to Germany to visit his brother when he was serving as a pastor there.  Our itinerary included the site of Bergen Belsen concentration camp, where we walked among the mass graves and read of the horrors to which the prisoners were subjected.  As we visited with our host’s friends some days later, they bemoaned the focus on Germany’s terrible past and asked us to consider also the ways their country has atoned for the atrocities. 

          We sympathized with them as they had to deal with these memories alongside the functions of their daily lives.  The citizens of Germany live among these stories.  The historic tension between better days and heinous acts is not unique to Germany, of course.  We walk on bloodied ground to view the relics of great moments in history all over the world, from Jerusalem to Warsaw, from Brazil to Japan, from the Trail of Tears to Timbuktu.  I was once visiting a historic plantation in Louisiana when the guide explained the economic successes enjoyed by the original owners, made possible by “free labor.”  I couldn’t believe my ears.  The suffering of the American slaves was not free; it was extremely costly to them.

          Only a week ago we celebrated the great mystery of Christmas, how God became a human being.  We often overlook the cost of the nativity around Christmas time.  Today’s gospel text is a rude awakening, not what we would call gospel–“good news”–by any stretch.  This feels like the sinister, shadowy side of the beloved incarnation story in Luke 2 that was read around the world on Christmas Eve. 

Jesus’ birth signaled the radical inbreaking of God into a dark world where those in authority would not yield their power to anyone, least of all an infant.  The magi unwittingly tipped off Herod in their search for the baby.  Herod was a sociopathic, insecure ruler whose wrath exacted a heavy toll on the families of Bethlehem.  He reacted to the news with a horrifyingly specific command to wipe out every young male who might be concealing his royalty in the body of an infant or toddler. 

          And so, Jesus’ entry into this world was met with more danger than delight.  By the time he was born, Joseph and Mary knew enough to take their dreams seriously when they featured a certain heavenly messenger.  “Get up and get going to Egypt.  You have no time to waste!”  And so they did. They leapt into action and hurried their little son away from Herod’s deadly orbit.  But the others in Bethlehem were not so lucky.

As Malcolm Guite writes in his sonnet titled “Refugee:”

Whilst Herod rages still from his dark tower

Christ clings to Mary, fingers tightly curled,

The lambs are slaughtered by the men of power,

And death squads spread their curse across the world. 

(See the entire sonnet below.)


          It seems pointless.  There are no satisfying answers.  Herod’s insatiable thirst for power is the only explanation for such a massacre. 

          From the beginning, then, Jesus’ entry into this world invited reaction.  He challenged the values of the incumbent ruler and threatened his control over the Jews.  And so began a long, storied history of rulers becoming unhinged by Jesus or by his followers.

          Joseph was guided in a dream to flee to Egypt.  His was not unlike the dreams of that other Joseph centuries before, who ended up in Egypt after his brothers sold him to a passing caravan in order to get rid of him.  He and the prophet Daniel not only had dreams but were given the gift of interpreting them, those dreams being more symbolic and even apocryphal.

          I haven’t had any remarkable, divinely populated dreams lately, but maybe you have.  Either way, God does guide us in various ways.  We have something Joseph didn’t have: the Scriptures.  We don’t need special dreams to do God’s work.  We can stay pretty busy with the two greatest commandments to love God and others, so we don’t need help knowing what to do most days.

          And most days is where we live, right?  Between special moments of wonder or guidance—those mountaintop moments—and the times of risk or danger.  That is where Mary and Joseph and Jesus lived too, in the mundane moments of daily life.  Getting enough to eat, working and playing and resting.  Mary had several children, so she spent a good share of her time raising them.  On the fast trip to Egypt, Jesus still had to be fed and burped and his diapers had to be changed.  That’s the stuff of living, and we don’t need divine direction to do it.

          So, the life of faith is like that.  Usually straightforward, sometimes messy, sometimes monotonous.  Occasionally we get to be heroic like Joseph, or we get a glimpse of beauty or the bigger picture.  And then there is the danger, which we won’t always escape. 

           Danger is the reality for many, many people in our world.  The refugees who are today fleeing violence every bit as terrible as Herod’s wrath count Jesus in their number.  Many Christians in Germany helped their Jewish neighbors who were also fleeing danger.  God’s people respond: we pray, we send help, we don’t look away but instead seek ways to meet the needs that are right next door.  Yes, they are far away geographically, but face it, these days we can do a lot from our laptops.  Don’t let politics paralyze you; let the love of Jesus lead you.  Nobody can question you when love is your motivation. 

          Politics is usually about power, as it was for Herod.  These days we argue and argue about how to solve problems like justice for immigrants, whether to pass stricter gun laws, and the like.  The power we desire is the authority to make the rules we think best, and in our best interest. 

          The danger in these arguments is treating all of these problems as abstractions.  We call immigration and gun control issues, which they are.  But the people fleeing violence in their countries are not issues; they are fathers and mothers and children.  The children killed in places like Sandy Hook aren’t issues, they are their parents’ precious babies.  Whatever side of these arguments we are on, we need to keep that in mind.  It helps to remember that Jesus was a refugee too, and poor, and falsely imprisoned, and killed for political reasons.  And we dare not forget those innocent ones who died in Bethlehem simply because they were born at the wrong time.  We can be sure God never considered them just collateral damage for a higher purpose; God loves each one.

          A few months from now we will arrive at the gospel of Matthew to chapter 25, where Jesus talks about the judgment of the nations.  Those he blesses are the ones who welcome the stranger, clothe the naked, feed the hungry.  “As much as you have done it unto the least of these, you have done it unto me,” he says. 

If Jesus identifies with those in danger, those who suffer, what are we to do?  We cannot ignore the people who are crying out for help.  Jesus won’t let us treat them like some issue far away, ignoring them or throwing up our hands and saying we can’t do anything.  He has given us minds and tools and freedom to do what each of us can do.

Mary and Joseph were poor, and afraid.  But they had legs, and they loved their baby.  They could run, and so they did.  They never expected to go to Egypt after Jesus was born, so they had very few possessions with them.  But they protected our Lord with what they had.

God does not expect you or me to save everyone.  But we can save one or two or three.  There are all kinds of ways to do it, with what you have right now.  Don’t have money to spare?  You have time.  Is your health frail?  You can pray.  Don’t know what to do about the big problems?  You can read the news, and write to your representatives, and vote.  Don’t know where to start?  Ask God to show you. 

What makes us hesitate to help?  Is it fear?  Certainly fear is what made Herod so wicked.  He couldn’t imagine losing his grip on power.  Fear traps us too, making us wonder: What if I do the wrong thing?  God will never judge you for acting out of love as best you can.  If I give away some of my money or my time, will there be enough left for me?  I don’t want to risk being left with too little for myself.

I could find ten Bible verses right now to show you that God will take care of you even when you are generous, especially when you are generous.  So what’s at work here really is whether you trust God to do it.  God promises that all will be made right in the end.  The terrorists and despots will answer to God, but so will all who have ignored the needs of those who suffer. 

          For the love of God, for the love of that infant we worshipped with our candlelight and songs only a few days ago, do your part.  The shrieks of the mothers and fathers in Bethlehem can be heard even now, in many places too close to home. God’s people will surely heed and respond with love.  Won’t they?  Won’t we?  We must not close our ears and our hearts to them.   


We think of him as safe beneath the steeple,

Or cozy in a crib beside the font,

But he is with a million displaced people

On the long road of weariness and want.

For even as we sing our final carol

His family is up and on that road,

Fleeing the wrath of someone else’s quarrel,

Glancing behind and shouldering their load.

Whilst Herod rages still from his dark tower

Christ clings to Mary, fingers tightly curled,

The lambs are slaughtered by the men of power,

And death squads spread their curse across the world.

But every Herod dies, and comes alone

To stand before the Lamb upon the throne.[i]

[i] Guite, Malcolm, 2015.  Waiting on the Word.  (Norwich: Canterbury Press), p. 115.

The Jesus Story

Luke 2:1-20….Christmas

Here we are, gathered around the manger, pleased to be together to celebrate the wonderful story of Jesus’ birth.  In our minds we see the nativity set of our childhood, or perhaps the nativity scene on a Christmas card you received just today in the mail.  We are not certain exactly how that looked.  But in nearly every depiction of the scene, there seems to be a glow, an indication that the one in the manger is holy, God’s own Son.

An interesting thought about that scene is that it is only one of many scenes in Jesus’ life.  If Mary were into scrapbooking, she could have filled the pages with images of Jesus as a little boy, Jesus helping his father in the carpentry shop, Jesus performing miracles.  The nativity is a symbol of our faith, but for Jesus, it was just the snapshot of his birth, the beginning of a much larger and significant story.

For us, the nativity is a story that is at the center of all our Christmas celebrations.  We don’t celebrate an abstract concept, or a stunning, historical victory.  We focus on the story of God becoming a person, wrapping himself in a cloak of vulnerable humanity subject to all the pitfalls of this life.  He came in a time of danger and political oppression.  He came into a family that was away from home, parents who found shelter with the animals so they wouldn’t squander the money required for the tax imposed by a greedy Caesar.

Mary and Joseph were subject to forces beyond their control, making their way to Bethlehem at the worst possible time for Mary to be traveling.  This couple was just beginning their story together, and hardship was the underlying theme from the moment Mary announced her pregnancy to her betrothed.

How amazing is it, then, that out of this story of hardship would become the story that changed everything for the better?  This is Jesus entering into the story of the world, casting light into the shadows of our troubled lives.  This is a baby daring us to believe that God comes to us quietly, in meekness, in the most unexpected turn of plot.  Daring us to notice that God is with us even now.

Have you ever thought of this parallel between Jesus’ story and ours?  Like Mary and Joseph, many of us return to the town of our heritage at this time of year.  We may go to our hometowns with great anticipation of the family connections.  Grandma rocking the new baby, Grandpa down on the floor with the kids, laughter around the table.  Others among us return through a sense of duty or even compulsion, dreading the tension that descends over the family every year, wondering if the story might possibly have a better ending this time, please, just this once.  Our stories are all different, all of them complicated by the threads of joy and sadness that are irreversibly woven together.

If the nativity scene is the image of our faith story this time of year, what is the image of your family story?  Maybe you’d rather not go there.  Perhaps it is not a scene that lends itself to art, not a picture you would put on a card to send to anyone.

But here’s the deal.  Jesus is born into each of our lives, wherever we find ourselves on the spectrum of happiness or dysfunction, whatever that means.  The one who was born in the last place his mother would have chosen, to a people suffering under an oppressive regime, in a working class family, is willing to be born in your life whether the scene right now looks good or bad.  No matter how crude, shameful, disbelieving or disheveled your life looks, he insists on being born smack in the middle of it.  He does that because he wants to transform your story into one of hope and purpose.

Maybe you think it’s too late for your story to change, that nothing can make the scene this Christmas look any brighter than it has for years now.  Let me tell you about a man who had every reason to think his sad story was almost finished.

Pat Stropko-O’Leary, director of the hospice program in Medina, Ohio, was caring for a dying man “whose great tragedy was his estrangement from the son who shamed the family by landing in the state penitentiary.  For weeks the hospice staff urged him to go to the prison and visit his son, but the man adamantly refused.  Finally, when it seemed that death was imminent, he had a change of heart.  But by then he could no longer travel.  Desperate to help him find closure, the hospice staff pleaded with prison officials to allow the son to come home.  The answer was no.  Prisoners were not allowed to visit private homes, including their own or [that of] their family.

“But the hospice workers refused to be deterred.  They arranged instead to have the father transported by ambulance to their facility and the son brought there also, under armed guard.  On the day of the meeting, the prison vehicle pulled up at the hospice door at the precise hour, and the conditions of the visit were spelled out.  Two guards would remain present throughout the meeting, and it would terminate in exactly one hour.  To offer the dying man support and to monitor his oxygen and other medical equipment, Pat and the hospice social worker would remain present also.

“Imagine this scene!  Imagine seeing your father for the first time in years, shrunken by disease and laboring for every breath.  Imagine seeing your son shackled and dressed in the bright orange jumpsuit of the prison system, knowing it is for the last time.  Imagine revisiting decades of painful stories as four strangers look on and the clock ticks thunderously in your ears.  It is unfathomable that holiness could ever find its way into such a setting, but holiness is not easily deterred either.  Before the hour was over, Pat and the social worker had to leave the room—it seemed an abomination to bear witness to such sacred, wrenching joy.  Not long after the son returned to prison, his father died.”[1]

I wonder if that man and his son felt the glow of Jesus in that room.  I wonder if the son’s story changed after that, and how often he returned to that scene in his mind.  I also wonder whether Jesus was in the story.  Actually, we should probably put it the other way around.  We are all part of Jesus’ big story.  It’s only a question of where we place him in each scene of our lives, and whether we will recognize him wherever and whenever he appears in each situation.  He is there.  He is our Immanuel, God with us.  Can we open the lens a little wider to see him there, right there?

It takes courage to let Jesus be born in our lives, doesn’t it?  It isn’t easy to let down your defenses, let go of your ambitions and let him change your story.  It is no small thing to invite him through the corridors of your life and into the main living spaces where he longs to dwell with us and redeem our story.

He will not violate your trust.  Let him write your story, change it, be in it, and make it meaningful and true to his purpose for you.  Isn’t it ironic that we will spend hundreds of dollars on gifts, travel many miles, give up vacation time to celebrate Christmas, but we are reluctant to give any ground to the Christ child himself?  The greatest gift you can ever receive at Christmas or the other 364 days of the year is to receive his love, his forgiveness, his presence in your life and allow him to be the main character in your story.  We all need to let Jesus write our story continually, because the temptation to take it back and try to write and star in it ourselves is intense.

Keep in mind that the story usually doesn’t change overnight, nor do we always get the ending we thought we wanted.  Mary and Joseph didn’t suddenly have it easy.  In fact, their lives changed drastically when they had to take their infant and flee to Egypt for safety.  They stayed there for many months, until it was safe to return to Israel.

Your story with Jesus may not necessarily be safe, or fun, or easy all the time.  You may still go for long stretches with pain and uncertainty.  You may battle demons and dangers all your life.  But his presence in your story will enable you to have the peace you long for, the forgiveness of your own sins and the ability to forgive others, the joy that goes deeper than any heartache, and the knowledge that the end of the story truly, truly will be wonderful.  Because that scene, that beloved nativity scene, is only the beginning of Jesus’ story that blends into our stories.  As we receive the bread and cup tonight we celebrate God’s wonderful invitation to join the Jesus story.  We peer into the stable and know that there is a cross coming, a cross that transforms our stories.  We gather in song and celebrate the hope we have in this Christ child, who shows us that we are just beginning a story with not just a happy ending, but never ending joy.  Joy to the World, indeed!

[1] Eileen Sylva Kindig, 1997.  Remember the Time…? (Downers Grove, Ill.: InterVarsity Press), pp. 69-70.

My series for Advent this year follows the theme, “Wake Up!”

Wake Up!  God is With Us

Matthew 1:18-25…Advent 4A

Rev. Deb Mechler

Christmas is coming soon.  If you are young, you are probably counting the hours, anxious to wake up on that special morning when you can have all the goodies you want, you will open your gifts, maybe play with cousins, and generally experience the fullness of the day of all days that comes but once a year.  Or perhaps you are not so lucky, and you are dreading the emptiness of a holiday that seems to glow behind other people’s windows but not yours, not as you dream it ought to be.  In your house there is only darkness with the occasional dim light of hope.

See, Christmas evokes many intense feelings, but they are not always good ones.  Yet if we pause for a moment today and think about it, that is why we need Christmas in the first place.  Because the promises of God we learned about in Sunday School and confirmation might seem more like wishful thinking now, like the brand new bike you wanted but never received.  The gifts we anticipated are bigger than the actual size our lives ended up to be.  The husband or wife with whom we expected to live happily ever after doesn’t always live up to their part of the deal.  The family picture we hoped would delight us is sometimes marred by pain and disappointment.  Our dreams of a fulfilling career are a dim memory; now the mundane and worrisome details at work keep us awake at night.  In short, we live in a world where our view of God is often obscured by the cares of everyday life.

Yet we do celebrate God’s promises at Christmas.  We don’t give up hope, because the promise was given to Joseph in a name like no other name: Immanu-el.  In Hebrew, it means God with us.  The one named Immanuel would be Jesus, whose name literally means the one who saves.  God with us is the one who saves us from our sins.

Now we could put this message on autopilot and move right to Calvary 33 years later.  Jesus dying on the cross saves us from our sins.  We all know the creed.  We know our catechisms.  Our true salvation comes through Jesus, who died on the cross for our sake.

But I wonder what “God with us” meant to Joseph.  How did Jesus’ birth mean Immanuel–“God with me?”–to Joseph?  He was on the cusp of the great divide of human history.  He could look back to Isaiah and hear what the people of God anticipated in their Messiah.  He was there at the birth.  He was given a promise for the future, of what this child would potentially accomplish.

Joseph was a righteous man.  He had it all figured out—how to be godly and upright.  Maybe he was even somewhat rigid in his behavior and beliefs.   And Mary’s condition was not part of the plan.  An apparently illegitimate child.  His lovely betrothed striking a decidedly un-virgin profile.  And all control of his reasonably ordered life was lost.  Starting to sound more like us?  Loss of control, loss of expectations, loss of hope…this is our experience at some point, maybe for you this year.  Joseph must have been profoundly disappointed and frustrated or even angry with Mary.

But then he had a dream.  Not just a dream like your coach tells you to have, of state tournament glory.  Not even a dream of a Nazarene version of a nice house with a picket fence.  A much bigger dream that did not promise Joseph personal satisfaction, but a dream starring a messenger of God.  It must have taken him days to absorb what he was told by that unearthly being: “Don’t be afraid to take Mary as your wife just as you planned.  The baby is from the Holy Spirit, and the son born to her will be named Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.”

It was Matthew the gospel writer who gave us the other name, remembering that Isaiah had spoken it first: Immanuel, the “with-us” God.   There are all kinds of ideas that brings to mind, not the least of which is that it is utterly impossible to comprehend.  God decides to go from a position of unlimited power and authority to abject weakness in the form of a tiny baby whose first cradle was a cow’s feeding trough.  Risking the dangers of a time and place where many babies didn’t survive even to their first birthday.  As I said, we cannot begin to understand it.  And so it is hard to see how this God-with-us translates into your life this week.

Maybe this will help.  Consider how God’s favor looked to the psalmist Asaph.  “Make your face shine on us,” he said, “that we may be saved.”  The face of God turned in our direction is a saving glance.  And yet a human face is what Mary saw.  The face of a baby.  Can this be the face of God looking up at her from the manger, not yet able to focus on his mother’s smile?   If it is, isn’t this the best kind of face to look at?  Precious, beloved, vulnerable.  A face we are not afraid of.

If Jesus did not come to us as a baby, God’s face turned toward us would evoke a different reaction.  Wouldn’t we be afraid to think of God looking our way?

I remember once seeing a gorilla at the Como Zoo in Minneapolis.  I had never seen one before, and I was fascinated.  As I stared at it, it stared right back at me, unblinking, terrifying.  I felt as though it were looking deep into my soul, despising me. It was unsettling.  When I think of God turning my way, I can get a lump in my throat real fast, and feel the same way I felt that day at the zoo.  Terrified, because God sees it all.  “God with me” means that God sees everything about me, goes everywhere with me.  To tell the truth, I’d just as soon God would stay home sometimes and let me go places where God doesn’t belong.  Let me keep some parts of my life to myself.

But there are times when I’m really glad God is with me.  Times when nobody else seems to be “with me.”  When I feel out of place, or abandoned, a very sorry soul.   Or when I am in a strange environment far from home.  Or times when I have failed, and yet I can sense God more as a healing presence than a gorilla.  Places that seem so remote and godforsaken, yet in the stillness of my inner being I know that God is unmistakably there.  Times when I am reminded that even though life is disappointing, God is in it with me.

The psalmist wrote about God’s face: “let your face shine [on us]”.  In the Hebrew culture, someone’s face being turned toward you was a sign of favor.   Somehow we can make it if we know God’s face is turned toward us, and it is not a frowning face.  It is, first and last, a face of love.  It is the face of a fragile baby sleeping in a manger.  It is the hopeful face of the young Jesus talking with the teachers in the temple.  It is a determined but tired face, healing the sick.  It Jesus’ tear-streaked face, mourning the death of his dear friend Lazarus.  It is an angry face overturning the merchant’s tables in the temple meant only for prayer, not commerce.  It is the dying face of your Savior.  It is the loving face that forgives you.

It is the first face you will see when God gives you a new body and you step into eternal glory with him.  And as you walk through your life with all its surprises, God’s face is upon you, loving you and giving you hope if you will only look in God’s direction and see.

We were at our granddaughter’s school Christmas program the other night.  You know how it goes: every face in the audience was trained on their special child.  And our granddaughter was busy between songs shielding her eyes and looking for her family in the audience.

Aren’t we all like that?  We want to know if someone is looking, if anybody really cares about us.  Does God see me…care about me?

After the program, we met little Rydia and her parents in the lobby.  As we walked the long hallway to the exit, I was next to her, and her mother was on the other side.  Rydia naturally slipped her hand into mine.  So simple and natural, but it swelled my heart.  I wonder if it swells God’s heart when we very naturally slip our hand into God’s hand.  God is delighted to be with us.

When I read the story of Joseph and his dream, I think of the notion of “God with us” one other way too.  I think of how God changed Joseph from merely a righteous man to a man who had to stake all his rieghteousness on the mystery of God’s invitation.  I’m sure he wasn’t perfect, but he was faithful to the dream he had and to his beloved Mary.  He stayed with her and with the baby, and followed through with the marriage.  He treated Jesus as his own son, and protected him.  He was the face of “God with us” to his family.  He was the face of mercy and acceptance for Mary and Jesus even though occasionally they caught a glimpse of confusion in his expression when he thought they weren’t looking.

And so God is with us, in the face of the infant Jesus, and maybe also in our own faces as we meet one another today and tomorrow and the next day.  We are the face of God for each other.  That is not a fanciful notion.  We are called the body of Christ in the world.  He showed us what God looks like walking around, and he told us to do exactly what he did.

We believe the angel as Joseph did—that God would actually choose to be with us even here.  That the child born in Bethlehem lived not only then but is also dwelling within us and making his presence known among us now.  That we can be the face of hope and mercy and love for one another, so that those we love and those we meet can believe it too.  We believe that God can be impossibly, inconceivably and yes, often imperceptibly, be with us here and now.

Wake up!  God is with us.  God’s face is turned this way, toward you.  God is here, now and always will be.  How can this be?  If it had not been perceived by Isaiah and all the other prophets, and revealed to Joseph, and witnessed by the shepherds and the teachers in the temple and the disciples and children and lepers and prostitutes, and recorded by the gospel writers, and imprinted on our hearts through the witness of the church through the ages… if all we got was a visit from a stranger as Joseph did, we might not believe it.  We might think we were crazy.  But Joseph did believe, and we do too.  God is with us.  This is our hope, no matter how dark or bright our Christmas will be this year.  We are here to worship because we know that God is here, our Immanuel.

This week’s guest preacher is Rev. Paul G. Janssen.  The original title of the sermon is “Those Who Do Not Learn from the Future…”

Wake Up!  The Future is Calling

Matthew 11:2-11…Advent 3A

Dearly Beloved Brothers and Sisters in Jesus Christ the Lord,

“Since John the Baptist came, up to this present time, the kingdom of Heaven has been subjected to violence and the violent are taking it by storm.”

But John wasn’t supposed to be the one who would bring violence. He was supposed to be the one who would prepare the way of the Lord. Make straight a highway in the wilderness. Make the crooked straight, and the rough places plain. That is the plan as we are familiar with it: John would make people ready for Jesus to come. He would be the divine bulldozer, cutting through the soil of the human soul, breaking ground for God to reach down again into the messy muck of human cruelty and mold it into the new Adam, the new humanity, starting with Jesus. John would make a way, then he would get out of the way, and Jesus would be on his way, and would in fact be the way, the truth, and the life. And all would be well and tidy and the story would flow peacefully.

But these words of Jesus make us stop short before we turn the page so quickly: “Since John the Baptist came, up to this present time, the kingdom of Heaven has been subjected to violence and the violent are taking it by storm.” The kingdom of Heaven subjected to violence? The violent take it by storm? Why foul the sweet, smooth story with the stench of man’s inhumanity to . . . well, man’s inhumanity to God, as Jesus puts it?

One way to interpret this hitch in the story is to note that, well, that’s the way things generally do go. John does his good deed for God, and, as so often happens with good deeds, this one doesn’t go unpunished. Quite literally, John is being punished; he’s in prison. How many of us have been figuratively where John is? I was speaking with a good friend the other day who told me that all his life he had eaten low-fat foods and had exercised and taken as good a care of himself as best he could, and still he’s in cardiac rehab now three times a week. All his good deeds, and what did it get him?

When we go a bit deeper, we come closer to the inner meaning of Jesus’ words. The closer things are to getting better, the worse they are going to get for a while. It is a common enough experience in counseling that before a person’s perspective emerges from a kind of haze into relative clarity, he may well experience nightmares, cold sweats, inexplicable, jarring moments of rude and impertinent memories invading his consciousness. Hopefully, the counselee will get beyond the torment, but it doesn’t always happen. Sometimes the cost of living through a kind of hell is too high a price to pay for what will in the end be only a flawed version of heaven.

But Jesus paints on an even larger scale. He speaks of God-sized matters, of a monumental, universal change, of a kind of worldwide earthquake that will shake the heavens and the earth, the sea and the dry land. The kingdom of God is coming near. The final day of justice, and peace, and joy is at hand. It’s so close, it’s right before your eyes. All creation can taste it, and see it; it’s not a light at the end of a tunnel. The planet is at the end of the tunnel, just one small step away from the light. And it would all be so marvelous if we could just take that one last stride into sheer, unbounded love!

And that kingdom is subjected to violence, and the violent are still taking it by storm. The sad fact is that there is something afoot on this earth, there are powers, that do not want God’s kingdom to come. There are great interests, financial powers, political principalities, important people, who resist the invisible and persistent and transforming grace of God. And they will use any means necessary, even violence, to keep God’s kingdom from coming. We don’t have to go far back in our history to remember water cannons being blasted at peaceful protesters during the civil rights movement. We don’t have to go back that far at all. Why, here in our own country, where you would have thought the dollar was almighty, major television networks are refusing to accept money from the United Congregational Church because they want to air an advertisement that says “Jesus never turned anyone away – neither do we.” The powers that be don’t like to think that they may soon be the powers that used to be. Even now, the kingdom of Heaven is being subjected to a kind of economic violence that says ‘if we don’t like your message, then we’ll just make sure it doesn’t get out.’ Apparently even speech that you pay for, speech that doesn’t even pretend to be free, the kind of speech that welcomes the despised, you know, Jesus speech, can’t get a hearing these days, especially since it conflicts with the agenda of the powers that be.

What can we say in such a time as this, in such a topsy turvy world in which we are bombarded hour after hour with sex and violence but a church advertisement can’t even buy 30 seconds of broadcast time?

We can moan all we want about how wretched the world has become. But that won’t get us anywhere. We need to get our bearings, much as a sailor would, not just by knowing our location, but also by keeping our heading in mind. Yes, we pay attention to the swells around us, but if we don’t have a sense of where we’re going, how will we ever get there?

Recently I came across a cartoon in which a teacher stood before a room of eager youngsters and said this: “Remember, children, those who do not learn from the future are bound to make mistakes in it.” Those who do not learn from the future are bound to make mistakes in it.

What can we learn from the future? What’s our heading?

Close your eyes for a second, and look again in to the future:
The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad, the desert shall rejoice and blossom; like the crocus it shall blossom abundantly, and rejoice with joy and singing. Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf unstopped; then shall the lame man leap like a hart, and the tongue of the dumb sing for joy. For waters shall break forth in the wilderness, and streams in the desert; the burning sand shall become a pool, and the thirsty ground springs of water; the haunt of jackals shall become a swamp, the grass shall become reeds and rushes. And the ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with singing; everlasting joy shall be upon their heads; they shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.

That’s what we’re aiming for. In spite of the resistance of the powers that be. In spite of the violent structures that keep homeless people homeless and hungry people hungry. In spite of the violent entertainments that enthrall the minds of untold millions. In spite of the violent practices that despoil the earth for short-term profits. In spite of the violence that has so conditioned us that we use it in our most intimate and fragile relationships. In spite of the violent set-up of the modern shopping mall that is so carefully crafted as to tell our teens that they are mere cogs in an all-consuming economic machine, that their value can be tallied according to the number of dollars in their wallets and pocketbooks. In spite of the fact that the harder we work at living in the direction of God’s kingdom, the more resistance we can expect.

We strive toward God’s day of a peace so profound that there is no word for ‘predator’ or ‘prey.’ We lean forward toward God’s future, a tomorrow that is beautiful, and pleasant; a delight to the eye, perfume to the nose, playful music to the ear, sweet wine to the tongue, a tender embrace to the touch. We band together in hope to see this world transformed, changed, made over, made new, in Christ a new creation. To be specific, we cook meatloaves in our homes and haul them to Hackensack because we know that God wants people fed. We send school supplies to Ghana (of all places!) because God wants minds opened. We are learning from the future. When tomorrow comes, we don’t want to make the mistakes of the arrogant and the proud, those poor benighted emperors of the age that think the whole world is theirs, who would silence any voice that dares tell them that they aren’t wearing any clothes. We’re learning the songs that we’ll one day be singing, when it’s our turn to come into Zion.

And we do all these things, even though we know they might not pay off. In fact, we can expect that they’ll be subjected to violence. But, praise God, the Lord gives us many graces, and one of them is a wry and even joyful sense of irony. When we say “well, no good deed goes unpunished,” we say it with a wink in the eye and the melody of a new song in the voice.

Why? Because we stand on this side of the resurrection, on this side of the defeat of the power of violence. We’re a stubborn lot, we who’ve been given to believe that one little word can fell the grim prince of darkness; we whom God has called to share the good news that Christ has dispersed the powers of death at their worst. We will not, we will not, we will not (!) be discouraged by the violent who would take the kingdom of Heaven by storm. Who do they think they are? The kingdom of heaven doesn’t belong to them! They can’t have it! Why, the kingdom of God is within you! Yes, people of God, the violent are taking you by storm; but you don’t belong to them! You belong, body and soul, in life and in death, to your faithful Savior Jesus Christ. You belong to the one at whose coming the blind receive their sight and the lame walk, lepers are cleansed and the deaf hear, and the dead are raised up, and the poor have good news preached to them. And nothing can ever separate you from God’s love, and nothing can take your joy from you!
Yes, the violent attempt to take God’s kingdom by storm. They huff and puff and threaten to blow God’s house down. But don’t be distracted. Your life is built on the strong foundation of God’s tomorrow. Learn from the future. Look, and listen, and leap, and let out shouts of holy joy. Your God is coming to save you.


Wake Up! Prepare Your Heart for Jesus  

Matthew 3:1-12….Advent 2A                     

Rev. Deb Mechler

           We have a room in our house that we call the sunroom.  It is made of all sliding glass doors on the north side of our house, so it gets a lot of indirect sunlight.  I like to sit and read there sometimes.  If I start later in the day, I can find myself straining to see the words because it has gotten dark so gradually that I didn’t even notice it.  I have to turn on a light.  We can’t read in the dark.  Can’t do much else either, except sleep.

But during Advent, we are urged to wake up.  As we approach Christmas, the light outside is getting shorter and shorter, but we don’t care because our hope is growing brighter.  As we said last week, the blue candles of Advent symbolize the pre-dawn sky, and Christmas will be the dawn—Jesus the Light coming into a dark world.  We will light our candles on Christmas Eve, celebrating the truth of John’s gospel statement: “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.” (Jn 1.5)  We celebrate Isaiah’s prophecy fulfilled: “The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who lived in a land of deep darkness—on them has light shined.” (Is 9.2)

As the approaching light gets brighter, we can see our way better.  We have enough light to read and work by.  We don’t have to stumble as we would in the dark.  But there is another thing that happens as the light gets brighter.  We can be seen better too.  No hiding any wrinkles or blemishes.

We don’t like anybody looking too closely though, do we?  Use a bright light and look at me carefully, and you’ll see a lot of flaws.  That is what John the Baptist was in the habit of doing.  He got right in people’s faces and pointed out what was bad.  “Repent!” he told them.  “Get cleaned up so you’ll be ready for the kingdom of heaven when it is bearing down on you.  It’s getting close—no time to lose!”

These days we would think he was a nut and ignore him.  But back then people were taking bus trips from all over to see John in his desert habitat.  They were captivated by what he was saying, and they let him baptize them too.  What was it that was so appealing about John? It sure wasn’t his looks or his charisma.  Sounds like he was known more for his smelly clothes and strange eating habits.

Yet they came…I wonder if they couldn’t resist John because there was something he said that seemed oddly familiar, something dark and yet compelling.  Something about their connection with God that nobody had said quite like this before.  Something different from what the Pharisees and Sadducees talked about, respected as they were.  Somebody who dared to challenge them, which was puzzling, because everybody had always thought those devout men had the inside track on God.

Maybe they needed to hear from somebody who wasn’t afraid to talk about sin.  Oh, the Pharisees and Sadducees weren’t afraid to talk about it either, but with them you felt as though you could never, ever measure up.   No use even trying.  John…promised some hope.  But it was an unexpected kind of hope.   He said there was somebody coming who would baptize with the Spirit and with fire.  He would clear away what the others have tried to accomplish, and he would do what is right and true.

The one who was coming was Jesus, of course.  John, that earnest but scary prophet, wants to get us ready, to warn us that Jesus will see the truth and deal with it.  So the best thing to do is uncover your sin and take a good look at it, so you will have some idea of what Jesus will see when he gets here.  John is really good at showing us our sin.  He wants so badly to get us ready for Jesus.  He even seems to relish making people squirm.  In fact we may notice as we read from the book of Matthew in the coming months that this gospel is more harsh in its tone than the other three.

But if you’re expecting the ax to fall when Jesus shows up, you are in for a surprise.  The judgment of Jesus, while truthful, is not harsh.  Jesus does not come to condemn us for our sin.  Instead he helps us see ourselves not merely as sinners, but instead, as we were created to be, and his whole intent is to forgive us and show us the way back to wholeness.  Yet we avoid this truth-telling, this scrutiny under the light of Jesus’ presence because we are afraid of what it will mean.    Can we bear to see the enormity of our sin, its ugliness and its scope?  Will it hurt to let Jesus remove it?  Can we live without it, accustomed as we are to having it around, even expecting it to always be there?

It’s funny how we would rather live in the dark sometimes.  We would rather live with regret and pain and bondage to our old habits than to let Jesus set us free from all of that.  Why do we do that?  I’ve heard the excuses.  We don’t like change.  Jesus might ask us to do something different and get all “religious.”

We can think of John’s preaching in a simple way.  He said he came to prepare the way for Jesus.  We often talk about receiving Jesus with open hearts, but if our hearts are cluttered and contaminated with our selfishness and resentment and distrust—all the sinful ways that kill our souls and our relationships—there isn’t any space for Jesus to inhabit.  Repentance is simply recognizing how much garbage we have collected and letting God sweep and wash us clean for Jesus to dwell there.

Jesus isn’t interested in punishing us. He comes not with a whip made of harsh words like John.  This is what it is all about, so listen closely.  Jesus—who sees every detail of your sin with more clarity than you ever will—Jesus brings forgiveness and healing.  He isn’t coming to burn us up because we are sinners, even if listening to John the Baptist makes you feel as though you stood too close to the fire.  I don’t think any of us is the chaff that Jesus will burn up to get at the wheat.  Jesus sees us as the wheat, and our sin is the chaff that has to go.  He knows we won’t get rid of it, so he will do it for us.  In fact he already did it for us.  He died for us.

We come to Jesus so we can be clean and whole.  I don’t think repentance is wallowing in guilt or digging for every piece of trash in our past that we can find.  Repentance is simply bringing your whole self to Jesus, facing him honestly and humbly and knowing that the look on his face will not be disappointment or disgust.  He will welcome you with a look of love.  He will take the ugly parts you can’t hide from him, and he will remove them permanently and without comment.

One writer tells this tale…

Jesus and John are sitting high above the Jordan in the hollow of a rock, where they have been arguing all night long about what to do with the world.  John’s face is hard and decisive; from time to time his arms go up and down as though he were actually chopping something apart.  Jesus’ face, by contrast, is tame and hesitant.  His eyes are full of compassion.

“Isn’t love enough?” he asks John.

“No,” John answers angrily.  “The tree is rotten.  God called me and gave me the ax, which I then placed at the roots of the tree.  I did my duty.  Now you do yours: Take the ax and strike!”

“If I were a fire, I would burn,” Jesus says.  “If I were a woodcutter, I would strike; but I am a heart, and I love.”[i]

Every single day you can bring the latest junk in your life to Jesus and know that he has already forgiven you.  You don’t have to have a cluttered, messy heart made dysfunctional by your sin.  That’s a stupid way to live; admit it.  God made you to be a vessel for love and joy, to let the peace of Christ fill your heart and life.  Wake up!  Let God clean you out, open the windows, and let in the light of Jesus’ love every day.  Let every heart prepare him room.  Thanks be to God.

[i] Kazantzakis, Nikos.  1961.  The Last Temptation of Christ (New York: Bantam Books), p. 235.

Wake Up: The Time is Now

Matthew 24:36-44…Advent 1A

Rev. Deb Mechler

             Do you like surprises?  Most of us love them, especially when we get to surprise someone else.  Somehow it seems to make the anticipation of the party and the actual event more fun.

But we don’t like unpleasant surprises.  Getting a terrible diagnosis or an unexpected phone call during the night are most dreaded in our minds.  They change our lives unexpectedly and permanently.  We do what we can to avoid these surprises, using caution in our travel and keeping ourselves as healthy as possible.

Jesus said that his return will be a surprise.  God is keeping the date a secret.  And Jesus warned his disciples that they should be ready no matter when it will happen.  Keep watch, he says.  Be ready.

We can take that several different ways.  One way would be to always be on the lookout, focusing all our attention on the skies so we might be the first to spot him coming on the clouds.  Some people do that, and spend a lot of time trying to determine exactly when Jesus will return, even though he said that it would be at an unexpected time.

In a previous job, I did a lot of traveling by air.  It was back in the 80’s, when people were still allowed to come to the gate to meet the people coming off the plane.  As I returned from one of my trips, I was struck by the looks on the people’s faces as we came through the door.  Everybody was looking for somebody.  They weren’t reading or doing crossword puzzles as they might have been doing ten minutes earlier.  Everybody was looking at the line of passengers expectantly, excited to see the ones they were waiting for.

I remember thinking to myself that that is how we should be waiting for Jesus.  Eager for his return, expectant.  But as I talked with a friend about this, he corrected me.  He said that we shouldn’t spend all our lives looking up at the sky.  That would keep us from doing all the tasks God has called us to do.  It would keep us from paying attention to the people we love, so we would neglect the people around us or miss the details of our daily lives.

Further study actually supports this conclusion.  The phrase “therefore you must also be ready…” is more accurately translated “On account of this you are becoming prepared.”  That is not just the way I prefer to read it; it is a difference in verb tenses, the passive tense vs. the active tense.

It changes the way we think about that day of Jesus’ return.  He doesn’t warn us to be ready as though being off guard will get you doomed for eternity.  Instead, he encourages us that God is making us ready as we follow Jesus in the here and now.

All we have is the present, after all.  If you’re familiar with the movie “Rent,” you’ve heard the song that says we have 525,600 minutes in each year.  There is a danger of taking that idea too far, of acting as though there is no future, so anything goes for now.  Jesus reminds us that the people living in the days of Noah made that mistake.  They behaved as though their actions didn’t matter at all, as if momentary pleasures were all they lived for.  They used their time only to satisfy their lusts.

How should we spend our time?  How do we live each day in awareness that God is always forming us for the present while also making us ready for the fullness of life with God in eternity?

It’s helpful to recognize how both the past and the future affect our lives today.  As we mark the beginning of the Advent season this weekend, we acknowledge that we are living between two advents: two thousand years ago with Jesus’ incarnation as a human infant, and the time when he will return.  His life, his death and his resurrection form the gospel around which we live our lives and identify ourselves as his followers.  His promised return gives us hope.

But the time we live in between is not just a void.  It is not a sort of holding pattern where we do the best we can to have faith and improve the world.  There is an advent in each day.  Jesus comes to us every single day in the presence of the Holy Spirit.  He is with us this morning as we celebrate the Eucharist.  His coming among us right now is just as real and significant as his coming in Palestine and his return in the clouds.  Those events seem more dramatic, more worthy of our attention.  But Jesus comes to us today, right now.

Jesus is calling us to live fully every day, not to put our spiritual awareness on autopilot.  A friend of mine used to work for Winnebago in Forest City, where they make RVs.  He said that when he was working there, more than one person complained to the company because they couldn’t put their RV on cruise control and go to the back to use the bathroom.  They expected it to work like autopilot on an airplane.

We might not be so naïve, but we face other hazards.  These days we are warned not to drive distracted.  Don’t use your cell phone or try to switch discs in your CD player while you’re driving.  Sometimes we do that, though.  Could we be accused of doing the same thing in the spiritual aspects of our lives?  Do we pretty much expect things to keep moving along in our faith as long as we keep our hands off the steering wheel?  Do we fail to recognize God’s presence in our lives, to Jesus’ advent in each day?

It is a consistent theme throughout the Scriptures, the call to pay attention to what God is doing.  Look around you and see how Jesus comes into your life every day.  He is not only a constant, abiding presence in the Holy Spirit; he also shows up in thousands of ways that you can see, ways that are new or unexpected.  We need to wake up and look at our lives with fresh eyes.  To see how Jesus is involved in every day, how God is at work all around us.

How do you do that during the Advent season?  It can be hard to switch from the distractions of all the Christmas preparations and events, but as God’s people, it is our calling to keep the focus on God in every season.  We feel that keenly when we get over stimulated and disillusioned, and our spirits whisper to us to keep Jesus at the center of it all, what we call the “real meaning of Christmas.”

I encourage you to take a few moments each day spending time in God’s presence.  Ask yourself what you may have noticed in the past 24 hours, experiences of God’s goodness or of a deeper yearning for God’s presence and power.  Yes, even disturbing experiences can draw you closer to God.

Here’s an example:  Jesus comes to us in the people who need our help.  He said as much, remember?  He talked about the sheep and the goats who will be sorted at the time he returns, and he said that the line you end up in depends on how you treat people who are hungry, lonely, destitute and so on.  He said that our treatment of people is our treatment of him, dollar for dollar, mile for mile, teardrop by teardrop.  He comes to us in the needs of his people.

He comes to us in many other ways:  In the beauty of the world he created and is still creating.  In the laughter of the children he loves.  In the sweetness of a sugar cookie on your taste buds or a Christmas song in your ear.  In the Scriptures where he speaks so compellingly.  In the bread and the cup that we bless and consume.

He comes in all these wonderful experiences.  But he also comes to us in the hard times.  He shares our despair when we are wounded.  He cries with us when the news is dreadful.  He stands with us when fear and pain rock our world.  In the intensity of our grief when we miss those we love during the holidays.  He keeps his promise to be with us always.

In every situation, every day of our lives, we need to pay attention to see Jesus.  Recognize both his abiding presence and the surprises he brings to our lives.  He gives life to us as we acknowledge the sadness and the beauty that are vividly presented to us every single day.  He shows us the gift of a simple meal.  He points out the loneliness in a fellow shopper’s eyes.  He created the light and the snow and the children and the music that lift our hearts during the Advent season.  He is here!

We live during the in-between time, but we do not have to live an in-between life.  As we pay attention to the events of each day, we wake up to the wonder of Jesus’ presence in every moment.  Now is the time to live as his beloved disciples.  Now is the time to see Jesus.