+Saying Yes while Living No. That’s how my favorite biblical commentators, known as “Two Bubbas and a Bible,” refer to the parable at the end of today’s gospel—the parable of the two sons.
A man had two sons---he asks them both to go work in the vineyard. The first says, “sure Dad, I’ll head right over,” and then doesn’t go at all. The second says, ”no way, Pops, I’ve got better things to do,” but then proceeds to have a change of heart and goes to work. The first son said yes and lived no, the second son said no, but lived yes.
Jesus asks, which of the sons did the will of his parent?
Of course it’s son #2 --even though he’d said no, he went and did the work, which is what his father wanted.
So, just why did this story infuriate the temple authorities?
Well, maybe they saw way too much of themselves in the first son and not nearly enough in the second.
You see, even though Jesus tells this story in response to his authority being questioned, he’s really telling it to call them out on their hypocrisy and corruption.
Jesus turns the tables on their so-called righteous indignation by questioning their motives:
• Are they protecting the faith, or are they protecting their status?
• Are they protecting the honor of the temple, or are they protecting their role of prestige in the temple?
• Are they living their faith or are they just spewing their faith?
• Are they living a life of yes, or are they simply saying yes, and living no?
Jesus convicts them with his words and, if we’re honest, he convicts us, too.
But before we shut our ears and close our hearts to this message, hear me out.
It’s certainly easy to point fingers at the hypocrisy of others--our church and political leaders, our sports heroes and matinee idols, our bosses and our neighbors who say yes while most definitely living no. That’s easy.
What’s not so easy, and a whole lot more uncomfortable is to list all the ways we, ourselves, say yes, but live no. But to simply beat ourselves up and say how bad it is that we say yes and live no far more often than we should is, to me, a cop-out. We can say yes we stink, we should do better blah blah blah and then just go on living life as we have—that, in many respects is the easy way out.
And I don’t want to take the easy way out, I’d rather take the tough way in. You see it’s the defeatist attitude of beating ourselves up by admitting that we say yes and live no more often than not that keeps us stuck.
And that, in my opinion, is a major contributor to the decrease in church attendance across the globe.
Too many of us think that because we’ve had times in our life where we’ve said yes, but lived no—that we aren’t welcome, that there is no room for us at the table of our Lord, in a community of faith-- that “true believers” are those who have always, or at least most of the time, said yes and lived yes. That the only way to take a seat in the kingdom of God, in the fellowship of Christ, in a pew at Good Shepherd, is to clean up our acts get all spiffy and bright and “perfect” BEFORE coming to church. That’s completely backwards!
Why do we feel the need to pull ourselves together BEFORE showing up in a place designed to accept our brokenness, a place designed to heal our hurts, a place designed to forgive, heal, and renew?
It’s like what my mother always did before a cleaning lady came---she cleaned!!!
It’s nuts!
We’re way too hard on ourselves, assuming that the faith of “true believers” is unshakeable… unwavering.
Thinking that if we say we believe in God, we can’t ever question God.
Thinking that if we say we “love everyone, always no exceptions” that we can’t ever dislike or disagree with another.
Thinking that we can’t volunteer to help out on the altar or in the choir or in Sunday School or the food pantry because we don’t know enough or aren’t faithful enough or aren’t good enough.
The temple authorities don’t like that Jesus eats with prostitutes and tax collectors. The temple authorities want everything to look nice and tidy and bright; they’re way more interested in how things look, rather than how things really are.
The kingdom of God hereon earth, isn’t nice and tidy and bright, the kingdom of God is full of people like you and me, people who try our best but sometimes fail, people like you and me who sometimes say no, but then find a way to live yes, people like us who make mistakes but get up and try again.
Living into the yes isn’t a place of perfect people, it’s a place of perfect grace.
So perhaps we’ve all “said yes and lived no” more than we want to admit. The good news is, God doesn’t care about the mistakes we’ve made, God cares about the progress we’ve made.
Like the parent in today’s parable, God cares a whole lot more about what we do and how we live, rather than what we say and how we look, because God doesn’t keep score, God cheers us on.+
***Two Bubbas and a Bible: The Lectionary Lab for Sunday September 28, 2014
Monday, September 29, 2014
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Pentecost 14 Yr A Sept. 14 Forgiving is Fundamental
Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors
Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who’ve sinned against us.
No matter how you slice it, Forgiveness IS Fundamental.
Fundamental to our health, fundamental to our faith, fundamental to our life.
Welcome to Forgiveness is Fundamental Sunday.
Many of us are probably like Peter in today’s Gospel, we know that forgiveness is important, that it is something we should do as often as we can but are a little off put by Jesus’ directive to forgive 7 times 70 …to forgive always, forever, everyone and everything, no exceptions… Because that’s what he’s really saying in today’s parable.
We have to forgive everyone and everything, always.
Why?
Because that’s exactly what God does for us.
God forgives us our trespasses, our debts and our sins every single day, every single time, always.
Forgiveness is Fundamental.
To God and to us.
We must forgive all the betrayals and hurts of our lives. All of them… from the most heneious of crimes to the most biting of slights.
Not just the ones we know we SHOULD forgive.
Not just the ones we want to forgive.
Not just the ones anyone would forgive.
All of them.
Each time. Every day.
No exceptions.
Wow.
Think about it
how in the world can a rape victim forgive her rapist;
how in the world can the people of Ferguson MO forgive the police department;
how in the world can those who lost loved ones in the twin towers, forgive Al Quaeda;
how in the world can a child forgive the abuse of a parent;
how in the world can a spouse forgive infidelity;
how in the world can an employee forgive an unjust dismissal;
how in the world can we forgive an institution like the church when it fails to live as it teaches?
How in the world can we, let alone God, forgive such things?
It’s important to remember this:
forgiving is not condoning a horrid act.
Forgiving is not endorsing abuse
Forgiving is not excusing hate.
Forgiving isn’t erasing the fact, forgiveness is releasing the pain.
And doing that, releasing the pain, the betrayal, the horror is what sets us free. And being set free, is good, right?
Sure, but just because it’s good for us, doesn’t mean it comes easily to us. Sometimes it seems impossible to forgive, sometimes it feels impossible to forgive.
But what our faith teaches us, what our God models for us is this:
Forgiveness is possible, forgiveness is necessary and forgiveness is healing.
Author Sheila Cassidy puts it this way:
I would never say to someone ‘you must forgive’. I can only say: ‘However much we have been wronged, however justified [our] hatred [may feel], if we cherish it, it will poison us……[therefore] We must pray for the power to forgive, for it is in forgiving that we are healed.
When we hold onto our hurts, our betrayals and our pain, we poison ourselves. Clinging to the resentments, bitterness and rage doesn’t hurt the one who betrayed us, it hurts US.
It doesn’t keep the other person from living a full, happy and free life, it keeps us from living a full happy and free life.
Not forgiving sickens us.
Forgiving heals us.
But. As I said, that doesn’t mean it’s easy.
Forgiving others is hard and it’s not for the feint of heart.
For five years I’ve had a horrible time forgiving my brother in law Mark for not telling me that my sister Anne had had a stroke.
For two days I was unable to reach her and for two days I just knew that something must be wrong, but for two days, while she was in ICU,she was unaware of who she was, unaware that she was married with children, unaware that she had sisters.
Mark didn’t tell me. For two days she was lost and so was I.
As you can tell, the memory of this still gets to me. It was scary….for Anne, for Mark, for me.
Forgiving Mark has been one of the most difficult things I’ve ever tried to do. Some days are better than others….but a bad day is when I am so weighed down by anger, resentment, bitterness and hurt that I can’t get out of my own way.
On those days, my inability to forgive him, poisons me.
Holding on to hurts, hurts.
So, what can we do to shake free of the shroud of resentment and anger that blocks our way to forgiveness?
Well, first we have to admit that forgiveness is possible. Sure, at times I may not know how to forgive Mark, but I sure as heck know that forgiveness is possible. After all, I am forgiven every single day of my life by the all encompassing never ending love of God. A love that forgives and absolves me all my debts, all my errors, all my sin, all the time, every time, no exceptions.
By accepting the forgiveness granted to us by God, we learn how to forgive others.
To fully forgive Mark I must admit, accept and fully receive God’s forgiveness.
Because it’s only in being forgiven that we can truly and fully and completely forgive.
We must embrace being forgiven before we can forgive.
Listen closely to this section of the Lord’s Prayer:
“forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.”
Do you see the connection?
Being forgiven and forgiving are relational.
The prayer doesn’t say Forgive us our sins so that then we’ll be able to forgive others. No, the prayer says, forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors.
Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us.
It’s one fluid motion, like a beautiful dance----as we are forgiven we forgive….as we are forgiven we forgive.
As we are forgiven, we forgive.
It’s fundamental my friends: forgiving, forgiven, forgiving, forgiven.
What a dance, what a faith, what a God.
Amen.
Forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors
Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who’ve sinned against us.
No matter how you slice it, Forgiveness IS Fundamental.
Fundamental to our health, fundamental to our faith, fundamental to our life.
Welcome to Forgiveness is Fundamental Sunday.
Many of us are probably like Peter in today’s Gospel, we know that forgiveness is important, that it is something we should do as often as we can but are a little off put by Jesus’ directive to forgive 7 times 70 …to forgive always, forever, everyone and everything, no exceptions… Because that’s what he’s really saying in today’s parable.
We have to forgive everyone and everything, always.
Why?
Because that’s exactly what God does for us.
God forgives us our trespasses, our debts and our sins every single day, every single time, always.
Forgiveness is Fundamental.
To God and to us.
We must forgive all the betrayals and hurts of our lives. All of them… from the most heneious of crimes to the most biting of slights.
Not just the ones we know we SHOULD forgive.
Not just the ones we want to forgive.
Not just the ones anyone would forgive.
All of them.
Each time. Every day.
No exceptions.
Wow.
Think about it
how in the world can a rape victim forgive her rapist;
how in the world can the people of Ferguson MO forgive the police department;
how in the world can those who lost loved ones in the twin towers, forgive Al Quaeda;
how in the world can a child forgive the abuse of a parent;
how in the world can a spouse forgive infidelity;
how in the world can an employee forgive an unjust dismissal;
how in the world can we forgive an institution like the church when it fails to live as it teaches?
How in the world can we, let alone God, forgive such things?
It’s important to remember this:
forgiving is not condoning a horrid act.
Forgiving is not endorsing abuse
Forgiving is not excusing hate.
Forgiving isn’t erasing the fact, forgiveness is releasing the pain.
And doing that, releasing the pain, the betrayal, the horror is what sets us free. And being set free, is good, right?
Sure, but just because it’s good for us, doesn’t mean it comes easily to us. Sometimes it seems impossible to forgive, sometimes it feels impossible to forgive.
But what our faith teaches us, what our God models for us is this:
Forgiveness is possible, forgiveness is necessary and forgiveness is healing.
Author Sheila Cassidy puts it this way:
I would never say to someone ‘you must forgive’. I can only say: ‘However much we have been wronged, however justified [our] hatred [may feel], if we cherish it, it will poison us……[therefore] We must pray for the power to forgive, for it is in forgiving that we are healed.
When we hold onto our hurts, our betrayals and our pain, we poison ourselves. Clinging to the resentments, bitterness and rage doesn’t hurt the one who betrayed us, it hurts US.
It doesn’t keep the other person from living a full, happy and free life, it keeps us from living a full happy and free life.
Not forgiving sickens us.
Forgiving heals us.
But. As I said, that doesn’t mean it’s easy.
Forgiving others is hard and it’s not for the feint of heart.
For five years I’ve had a horrible time forgiving my brother in law Mark for not telling me that my sister Anne had had a stroke.
For two days I was unable to reach her and for two days I just knew that something must be wrong, but for two days, while she was in ICU,she was unaware of who she was, unaware that she was married with children, unaware that she had sisters.
Mark didn’t tell me. For two days she was lost and so was I.
As you can tell, the memory of this still gets to me. It was scary….for Anne, for Mark, for me.
Forgiving Mark has been one of the most difficult things I’ve ever tried to do. Some days are better than others….but a bad day is when I am so weighed down by anger, resentment, bitterness and hurt that I can’t get out of my own way.
On those days, my inability to forgive him, poisons me.
Holding on to hurts, hurts.
So, what can we do to shake free of the shroud of resentment and anger that blocks our way to forgiveness?
Well, first we have to admit that forgiveness is possible. Sure, at times I may not know how to forgive Mark, but I sure as heck know that forgiveness is possible. After all, I am forgiven every single day of my life by the all encompassing never ending love of God. A love that forgives and absolves me all my debts, all my errors, all my sin, all the time, every time, no exceptions.
By accepting the forgiveness granted to us by God, we learn how to forgive others.
To fully forgive Mark I must admit, accept and fully receive God’s forgiveness.
Because it’s only in being forgiven that we can truly and fully and completely forgive.
We must embrace being forgiven before we can forgive.
Listen closely to this section of the Lord’s Prayer:
“forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.”
Do you see the connection?
Being forgiven and forgiving are relational.
The prayer doesn’t say Forgive us our sins so that then we’ll be able to forgive others. No, the prayer says, forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors.
Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us.
It’s one fluid motion, like a beautiful dance----as we are forgiven we forgive….as we are forgiven we forgive.
As we are forgiven, we forgive.
It’s fundamental my friends: forgiving, forgiven, forgiving, forgiven.
What a dance, what a faith, what a God.
Amen.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Pentecost 11 Proper 16 Yr A Aug 24 2014
Jesus asks: Who do you say I am?
I ask:
Who do we say Jesus is?
And for that matter who do we say we are?
When describing ourselves do we say—out loud-- that we’re Christian? It’s easier to describe ourselves as Episcopalians…or members of GS/ASC…but saying the C-word isn’t as easy, is it?
The moniker has been hijacked by those who proclaim to be devoted followers of Christ but use the words of the Gospel to condemn and exclude rather than lift up and welcome. “Christian” conjures up all sorts of images…many pretty unpleasant. How many atrocities have been done in the name of Christ? Large and small, horrible things have been done in the name of the rabbi from Nazareth.
So yes it can be very uncomfortable to claim ourselves as followers of Christ, as Christians; not only because of the residue of the intolerant right wing fundamentalists but also because...well....it's uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable.
It’s way easier to live as Christians out there yet only proclaim it in here.
Last year, a parishioner said to me, “I like your sermons a lot but I’m uncomfortable with how often you mention Jesus. I’m really more comfortable with God.”
Now at first blush this may seem insulting and offensive, but I get it. Many of us are much more comfortable with the idea, the concept of God rather than the person of Jesus. And therein lies the point---God can remain an ethereal, imaginative concept while Jesus is an actual guy. Who did things. And said things. And expects things. And who will, one day, come back. He’s tangible.
Lots of us avoid and ignore him…not because we aren't fans, not because we aren't faithful believers, but because….well that’s what “those “ people do—the fundamentalist intolerant crowd. We’re more stately, more reserved than that, aren’t we? Yes we’re pretty good at living our faith, but we stink at proclaiming it outside these doors. I mean, how many of us will stand up and be counted as Christian?
Early last week I read an opinion piece in the New York Times written by the President of the World Jewish Congress, Ronald S. Lauder entitled, “Who Will Stand up for the Christians?” In it Lauder outlines the atrocities being committed against Christians in the Middle East and Africa. He writes, “The Middle East and parts of central Africa are losing entire Christian communities that have lived in peace for centuries.” Just last week Boko Haram destroyed---I mean obliterated—the predominantly Christian town of Gwoza in northeastern Nigeria; half a million Christian Arabs have been driven out of Syria, in the past three years, the Christians of Palestine are shrinking before our eyes and we all know what’s been happening to the Christians of Iraq. Christianity is being systematically wiped out in the land of Christ….and yet….where’s our outrage? Here we have a Jewish man standing up for Christianity, which is wonderful, honorable and appreciated. But where are we? Why aren’t we standing up for Christianity?
When you describe yourself, is Christian one of the first things you say you are? Shouldn’t it be? After all isn’t your faith THE guiding principle of your life? Aren’t the values we espouse week in and week out right here the linchpin of who you are and what you do?
While the shrinking of Christianity in the Middle East and Africa is due to intolerance, in the western world, especially in Europe and the US, it’s because of indifference.
Who do we say we are?
Isn’t it time for us to say, loud and clear, who we are. Yes we are Episcopalians, yes we are members of GS/ASC. But we are these things because we are Christians.
Isn’t it time we reclaimed Christianity from those who played fast and loose with the integrity of our faith?
Isn’t it time we begin to talk about our faith?
Isn’t it about time we became proud to be and to live as a Christian?
Isn’t it about time that when we say we are Christian people understand that this means love and inclusion not hate and exclusion?
Isn’t it about time we came up with language to tell people just who we are, who Jesus is, and how Jesus is at the center of our life?
Isn’t it about time we felt compelled, driven and drawn to expressing our faith in a way that was honest and true?
Isn’t it about time?
Jesus says, who do you say I am?
I say, who do we say we are?
We have our creeds, our affirmations of faith. We have our catechism, the outline of faith.
But who DO YOU SAY Jesus is and who DO YOU say you are, in relation to Jesus Christ?
I have a suggestion—write it down. Write down who Jesus is to you. Write down what you’d like people to know about Jesus, about God and about the Holy Spirit. But don’t cheat Jesus…give him his due.
I’d love it if you shared those thoughts with me. I think this could make for the beginning of a great conversation.
Not sure where to begin? Not sure how to claim this faith as your own? [talk to Pete or to me. We'd gladly sit with you to discuss finding a language of faith understandable out in the world] Beginning September 14 from 9 am -9:40 am I will be meeting with people to discuss just what it is we believe. I urge you to attend…if you can’t attend because of choir rehearsal or teaching Sunday School,[you can also join us at GS ] attend the Tuesday evening Eucharist and Bible study it’s a great place to wrestle with these questions.
Jesus is the cornerstone of our faith. God is the overarching presence and the Holy Spirit is what gets us moving, but it is the namesake of our faith, Jesus Christ, a full and complete human who is also fully and completely God, who makes us who we are. Shouldn’t we be comfortable mentioning him? Shouldn’t we be able to express who he is? And shouldn’t He be a major part of who we are and who we intend to be?
Who DO we say we are?
Amen.
I ask:
Who do we say Jesus is?
And for that matter who do we say we are?
When describing ourselves do we say—out loud-- that we’re Christian? It’s easier to describe ourselves as Episcopalians…or members of GS/ASC…but saying the C-word isn’t as easy, is it?
The moniker has been hijacked by those who proclaim to be devoted followers of Christ but use the words of the Gospel to condemn and exclude rather than lift up and welcome. “Christian” conjures up all sorts of images…many pretty unpleasant. How many atrocities have been done in the name of Christ? Large and small, horrible things have been done in the name of the rabbi from Nazareth.
So yes it can be very uncomfortable to claim ourselves as followers of Christ, as Christians; not only because of the residue of the intolerant right wing fundamentalists but also because...well....it's uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable.
It’s way easier to live as Christians out there yet only proclaim it in here.
Last year, a parishioner said to me, “I like your sermons a lot but I’m uncomfortable with how often you mention Jesus. I’m really more comfortable with God.”
Now at first blush this may seem insulting and offensive, but I get it. Many of us are much more comfortable with the idea, the concept of God rather than the person of Jesus. And therein lies the point---God can remain an ethereal, imaginative concept while Jesus is an actual guy. Who did things. And said things. And expects things. And who will, one day, come back. He’s tangible.
Lots of us avoid and ignore him…not because we aren't fans, not because we aren't faithful believers, but because….well that’s what “those “ people do—the fundamentalist intolerant crowd. We’re more stately, more reserved than that, aren’t we? Yes we’re pretty good at living our faith, but we stink at proclaiming it outside these doors. I mean, how many of us will stand up and be counted as Christian?
Early last week I read an opinion piece in the New York Times written by the President of the World Jewish Congress, Ronald S. Lauder entitled, “Who Will Stand up for the Christians?” In it Lauder outlines the atrocities being committed against Christians in the Middle East and Africa. He writes, “The Middle East and parts of central Africa are losing entire Christian communities that have lived in peace for centuries.” Just last week Boko Haram destroyed---I mean obliterated—the predominantly Christian town of Gwoza in northeastern Nigeria; half a million Christian Arabs have been driven out of Syria, in the past three years, the Christians of Palestine are shrinking before our eyes and we all know what’s been happening to the Christians of Iraq. Christianity is being systematically wiped out in the land of Christ….and yet….where’s our outrage? Here we have a Jewish man standing up for Christianity, which is wonderful, honorable and appreciated. But where are we? Why aren’t we standing up for Christianity?
When you describe yourself, is Christian one of the first things you say you are? Shouldn’t it be? After all isn’t your faith THE guiding principle of your life? Aren’t the values we espouse week in and week out right here the linchpin of who you are and what you do?
While the shrinking of Christianity in the Middle East and Africa is due to intolerance, in the western world, especially in Europe and the US, it’s because of indifference.
Who do we say we are?
Isn’t it time for us to say, loud and clear, who we are. Yes we are Episcopalians, yes we are members of GS/ASC. But we are these things because we are Christians.
Isn’t it time we reclaimed Christianity from those who played fast and loose with the integrity of our faith?
Isn’t it time we begin to talk about our faith?
Isn’t it about time we became proud to be and to live as a Christian?
Isn’t it about time that when we say we are Christian people understand that this means love and inclusion not hate and exclusion?
Isn’t it about time we came up with language to tell people just who we are, who Jesus is, and how Jesus is at the center of our life?
Isn’t it about time we felt compelled, driven and drawn to expressing our faith in a way that was honest and true?
Isn’t it about time?
Jesus says, who do you say I am?
I say, who do we say we are?
We have our creeds, our affirmations of faith. We have our catechism, the outline of faith.
But who DO YOU SAY Jesus is and who DO YOU say you are, in relation to Jesus Christ?
I have a suggestion—write it down. Write down who Jesus is to you. Write down what you’d like people to know about Jesus, about God and about the Holy Spirit. But don’t cheat Jesus…give him his due.
I’d love it if you shared those thoughts with me. I think this could make for the beginning of a great conversation.
Not sure where to begin? Not sure how to claim this faith as your own? [talk to Pete or to me. We'd gladly sit with you to discuss finding a language of faith understandable out in the world] Beginning September 14 from 9 am -9:40 am I will be meeting with people to discuss just what it is we believe. I urge you to attend…if you can’t attend because of choir rehearsal or teaching Sunday School,[you can also join us at GS ] attend the Tuesday evening Eucharist and Bible study it’s a great place to wrestle with these questions.
Jesus is the cornerstone of our faith. God is the overarching presence and the Holy Spirit is what gets us moving, but it is the namesake of our faith, Jesus Christ, a full and complete human who is also fully and completely God, who makes us who we are. Shouldn’t we be comfortable mentioning him? Shouldn’t we be able to express who he is? And shouldn’t He be a major part of who we are and who we intend to be?
Who DO we say we are?
Amen.
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Pentecost 10 Don't You Tell Me No
Poet and theologian Jan Richardson wrote this poem about today’s Gospel:
“Don’t tell me no. I have seen you feed the thousands, seen miracles spill from your hands like water, like wine, seen you with circles and circles of crowds pressed around you and not one soul turned away.
Don’t start with me.
I am saying you can close the door but I will keep knocking. You can go silent but I will keep shouting. You can tighten the circle but I will trace a bigger one around you, around the life of my child who will tell you no one surpasses a mother for stubbornness.
I am saying I know what you can do with crumbs and I am claiming mine, every morsel and scrap you have up your sleeve. Unclench your hand, your heart. Let the scraps fall like manna, like mercy for the life of my child, the life of the world.
Don’t you tell me no.
(Jan Richardson, The Painted Prayer Book: The Stubborn Blessing)
The Canaanite woman (also known as the Syro-Phonecian woman) is not about to go away quietly. Nor is she about to take the insult tossed at her and shrink from view. No, she will be heard, she will be noticed and she will get her child the healing she needs. Why? Because, to paraphrase an old saying: “Hell hath no fury like a mother scorned.”
Clearly Jesus didn’t realize whom he was messing with that day. Or did he? Perhaps Jesus knew precisely what he was doing and chose to use this encounter as a teaching moment for his hearers. Or perhaps he was simply in a stubborn mood and found himself facing someone who could match him easily, stubborn for stubborn. Either way, the story shows us that when it comes to saving what needs saving, being merely nice and agreeable won’t win the day, or save the life. Sometimes we need to dig in our heels and do some nudging, some bothering and some hollering.
The Canaanite woman, the mother of a daughter in desperate need of healing, should not be approaching Jesus and the disciples. She is an unaccompanied woman and a foreigner. And not just any foreigner, but she’s from Canaan…you remember Canaan don’t you? Yep, the Canaanites were the residents of Canaan, otherwise known to Moses and his followers as The Promised Land. Yes, the Canaanites were Arab and the Israelites were Jewish. The Israelites displaced the Canaanites.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Now remember, Jesus has been trying to get a little rest and relaxation for awhile now. First he went up to the mountain to pray, only to be confronted with thousands of hungry followers, then he took off across the lake only to be harassed by a Peter who was so quick to doubt and to debate (and sink). So one can imagine that, travelling into foreign territory, he’s hoping for a little r and r---after all no non-Jew would dare pay him any heed, for he wasn’t “their messiah.” Of course, this attempt at anonymity quickly fails when this desperate mother comes after him, begging him to help her.
But, in one of the most uncomfortable and horrifying exchanges in the Gospels, Jesus harshly dismisses her, saying:
“It is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.”
What???? Has He lost his mind? Can this possibly be the same Jesus who teaches that we must love everyone, no exceptions?
Yes, it can be.
Yes it is.
Jesus is saying, in language not unusual for his culture, that he was the messiah for the Jews and that his work was for those lost sheep, not any other.
But Jesus is wrong. This woman—a desperate and determined mother--helps Jesus see the full scope of his mission, she teaches the Teacher, leaving the ego of the human Jesus tattered and the surety of the divine Jesus, shaken.
The mother teaches and the Messiah, learns.
Even after being horribly insulted by Jesus, this classic outcast, this mother who will not be denied, forges ahead. She accepts where Jesus is at—that he has come for the Jewish people and no one else—and challenges him with the very fact that dogs will eat the crumbs which fall from their master’s table and that all she wants—this unclean, unaccompanied, socially unacceptable person—are the crumbs of his grace. She has such faith in whom Jesus is, and such desperation to help her child, that she’s willing to accept the left-overs, the trash, if it will save her daughter.
Rage must have churned within her. Fury, fear and terror all pulsating through her veins…but she didn’t give in, she didn’t lash out, she didn’t retreat, she didn’t give up. Her daughter was extremely ill and, regardless of the risk, she had to do something, as any parent worth their salt would do.
Mothers, and mother figures across the ages, have tempered their fury, have bridled their rage, and, at times, swallowed their pride….not because they were unworthy, not because they were unclean, not because they were uneducated…but because they’ll put their own needs aside in order to provide for their family. They’ve set aside their own desires and their own dignity in order to provide for those whom they love without reason, those whom they love beyond all measure, those for whom they will lay down their very life…not because they’re super-human, not because they’re heroes, but because they are, plain and simple: mothers.
Sound familiar? God will do anything, God will do everything, to give us what we need.
How Often must God, like the woman portrayed in Jan Richardson’s poem say:
“Don’t tell me no. Don’t start with me, do not push me aside…I will not go away, I will not be denied. Don’t say no!”
The lesson of The Triumphant Canaanite Women and the humbled Jesus is this: No matter how much we say no, no matter how far we go to reject, destroy and ignore it, God’s love will not be denied, because God’s love, like the love of every devoted parent we know, knows no limit, respects no prejudice and will never ever stop. The love God has for us is fierce. And for that we say, Amen. +
“Don’t tell me no. I have seen you feed the thousands, seen miracles spill from your hands like water, like wine, seen you with circles and circles of crowds pressed around you and not one soul turned away.
Don’t start with me.
I am saying you can close the door but I will keep knocking. You can go silent but I will keep shouting. You can tighten the circle but I will trace a bigger one around you, around the life of my child who will tell you no one surpasses a mother for stubbornness.
I am saying I know what you can do with crumbs and I am claiming mine, every morsel and scrap you have up your sleeve. Unclench your hand, your heart. Let the scraps fall like manna, like mercy for the life of my child, the life of the world.
Don’t you tell me no.
(Jan Richardson, The Painted Prayer Book: The Stubborn Blessing)
The Canaanite woman (also known as the Syro-Phonecian woman) is not about to go away quietly. Nor is she about to take the insult tossed at her and shrink from view. No, she will be heard, she will be noticed and she will get her child the healing she needs. Why? Because, to paraphrase an old saying: “Hell hath no fury like a mother scorned.”
Clearly Jesus didn’t realize whom he was messing with that day. Or did he? Perhaps Jesus knew precisely what he was doing and chose to use this encounter as a teaching moment for his hearers. Or perhaps he was simply in a stubborn mood and found himself facing someone who could match him easily, stubborn for stubborn. Either way, the story shows us that when it comes to saving what needs saving, being merely nice and agreeable won’t win the day, or save the life. Sometimes we need to dig in our heels and do some nudging, some bothering and some hollering.
The Canaanite woman, the mother of a daughter in desperate need of healing, should not be approaching Jesus and the disciples. She is an unaccompanied woman and a foreigner. And not just any foreigner, but she’s from Canaan…you remember Canaan don’t you? Yep, the Canaanites were the residents of Canaan, otherwise known to Moses and his followers as The Promised Land. Yes, the Canaanites were Arab and the Israelites were Jewish. The Israelites displaced the Canaanites.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Now remember, Jesus has been trying to get a little rest and relaxation for awhile now. First he went up to the mountain to pray, only to be confronted with thousands of hungry followers, then he took off across the lake only to be harassed by a Peter who was so quick to doubt and to debate (and sink). So one can imagine that, travelling into foreign territory, he’s hoping for a little r and r---after all no non-Jew would dare pay him any heed, for he wasn’t “their messiah.” Of course, this attempt at anonymity quickly fails when this desperate mother comes after him, begging him to help her.
But, in one of the most uncomfortable and horrifying exchanges in the Gospels, Jesus harshly dismisses her, saying:
“It is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.”
What???? Has He lost his mind? Can this possibly be the same Jesus who teaches that we must love everyone, no exceptions?
Yes, it can be.
Yes it is.
Jesus is saying, in language not unusual for his culture, that he was the messiah for the Jews and that his work was for those lost sheep, not any other.
But Jesus is wrong. This woman—a desperate and determined mother--helps Jesus see the full scope of his mission, she teaches the Teacher, leaving the ego of the human Jesus tattered and the surety of the divine Jesus, shaken.
The mother teaches and the Messiah, learns.
Even after being horribly insulted by Jesus, this classic outcast, this mother who will not be denied, forges ahead. She accepts where Jesus is at—that he has come for the Jewish people and no one else—and challenges him with the very fact that dogs will eat the crumbs which fall from their master’s table and that all she wants—this unclean, unaccompanied, socially unacceptable person—are the crumbs of his grace. She has such faith in whom Jesus is, and such desperation to help her child, that she’s willing to accept the left-overs, the trash, if it will save her daughter.
Rage must have churned within her. Fury, fear and terror all pulsating through her veins…but she didn’t give in, she didn’t lash out, she didn’t retreat, she didn’t give up. Her daughter was extremely ill and, regardless of the risk, she had to do something, as any parent worth their salt would do.
Mothers, and mother figures across the ages, have tempered their fury, have bridled their rage, and, at times, swallowed their pride….not because they were unworthy, not because they were unclean, not because they were uneducated…but because they’ll put their own needs aside in order to provide for their family. They’ve set aside their own desires and their own dignity in order to provide for those whom they love without reason, those whom they love beyond all measure, those for whom they will lay down their very life…not because they’re super-human, not because they’re heroes, but because they are, plain and simple: mothers.
Sound familiar? God will do anything, God will do everything, to give us what we need.
How Often must God, like the woman portrayed in Jan Richardson’s poem say:
“Don’t tell me no. Don’t start with me, do not push me aside…I will not go away, I will not be denied. Don’t say no!”
The lesson of The Triumphant Canaanite Women and the humbled Jesus is this: No matter how much we say no, no matter how far we go to reject, destroy and ignore it, God’s love will not be denied, because God’s love, like the love of every devoted parent we know, knows no limit, respects no prejudice and will never ever stop. The love God has for us is fierce. And for that we say, Amen. +
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Pentecost 9, Yr A: If we're not Jack Nicklaus, who are we?
My dad was a terrible golfer, and he had his share of terrible golf jokes. My favorite was this:
Moses and Jesus are out for a round of golf. On the 12th tee Jesus grabs a 3 iron. Moses says, “are you out of your mind, no way you can clear that water hazard with a 3 iron.” Jesus replies: “if Nicklaus can do it, I can do it.” He then tees off and plop, the ball lands in the water. Sheepishly, Jesus asks Moses to retrieve the ball, so Moses goes down to the hazard, parts the water, walks in and grabs it. Two more times, Jesus insists on the 3 iron, with the same result: the ball splashes into the water, Moses fetches it. The fourth time, Moses refuses, saying, if you want it YOU GO GET IT. So down Jesus schleps to the hazard, walking across the water, bending down and pulling the ball from the depths. As he heads back across the water, someone waiting to play through says to Moses, “who does that guy think he is, Jesus Christ? “Moses replies, no, Jack Nicklaus.
Who does Peter think he is, Jesus?
When Peter looked at the storm that surrounded him, he forgot that it was God who was holding him up. He got scared and he began to sink. He did what a lot of us do when we become overwhelmed. We forget that we aren’t in this alone. We forget to live our faith. Peter assumed that following Jesus, that following God was a matter of saying all the right words. He forgot that it’s also about believing those words. He forgot to live them.
Living our faith isn’t about pretending to be what we’re not. Living our faith is opening ourselves to be instruments of God, directed and guided by the Holy Spirit to be the best “Me” we can be. We’re not Jack Nicklalus, we’re not Jesus, we’re not Peter..we ‘re (name people). It’s about following the nudging of the Spirit, it’s about trusting that the Spirit is leading us into places and situations that we would neer enter into on our own.
This is what sank Peter. He had all the words in the world to praise God and Jesus, but that all came from his head. Our faith, when it’s really taken hold, when it really is a part of us, comes from our heart. It comes from a place deep within. so deep that it drives us in ways that we can’t explain.
It drives us to risk ourselves for love.
It drives us to speak the truth, even when it isn’t popular, even when it’s not “acceptable.”
It drives us to do things that, if we really stopped to think about, we’d never try to do.
Faith, when it really takes hold, leads us to places unimaginable and seemingly unattainable. And usually completely surprising.
Three years ago, Ascension was a parish that was in a bit of turmoil. They had a core group of about 9 people who were, against all reason, committed to being a community of faith that reached out to the Allentown neighborhood. 3 years later we are the recipients of an incredible gift of the spirit: the Pet Food Pantry. This outreach program has grown our parish, strengthened our parish and shown our neighborhood the love of Christ one 5 lb bag of pet food at a time. Today, we know that we have to give up a good portion of our building. The adaptive re-use of our beautiful space will be painful, scary and sad. But we, as a parish, have no concerns that we won’t survive and thrive because the Holy Spirit is clearly working in through and between us. If anyone had told us, three years ago, that the PFP would be serving hundreds of households and thousands of pets each month and that the pantry would be staffed and supported by our small parish we would have laughed. But we didn’t really think that much, we just listened to the urgings of the Holy Spirit and walked in faith. So, even though the endowment at Ascension is just about out, even though our building is old and expensive, even though we have no idea where we will be worshipping next year, we emboldened by the power of the Holy Spirit, are moving, step by step, into the future. It’s terrifying, and if we thought we had to do this by ourselves, we, like Peter, would sink like a stone. But somehow, some way, we have learned to trust the Spirit, somehow some way we are stepping out in faith, holding on for dear life to our faith in God and our love for each other.
So, what does the story of Ascension have to do with Good Shepherd? Well, I think we are at a Peter moment. Just what is the Spirit calling us, the Church of the Good Shepherd to be and to do?
We are a beautiful church on an amazing corner in one of the most vibrant neighborhoods in our city. We have a hugely successful and vitally important outreach program through our Food Pantry. But the truth is, only a handful of us are involved in it.
We host the longest running (and one of the largest) AA groups in Western New York. Other than those of us who may be in recovery, we have no hands on experience with these folks.
In no way to I mean to diminish the importance of this work—it is vital and holy—but it doesn’t really involve us.
Yes we have a beautiful building with a wonderful community that gathers weekly for well done liturgy and heartfelt prayer…. but is this all the Spirit is calling us to be? If our building was taken from us tomorrow, would we still be us?
If we weren’t in Parkside would we still be us?
What are we being called to do? Who are we being called to be? We, like the Jesus in my dad’s bad joke must be true to what we are called to be. We aren’t Jack Nicklaus, we aren’t Jesus, we aren’t Peter. Who are we?
Your vestry has already begun grappling with these questions, and in the fall we all will have the opportunity to grapple with the fundamental questions of this, our community of faith: who is God calling us to be, whom is God calling us to serve?
I for one can’t wait to find out.
Amen.
Moses and Jesus are out for a round of golf. On the 12th tee Jesus grabs a 3 iron. Moses says, “are you out of your mind, no way you can clear that water hazard with a 3 iron.” Jesus replies: “if Nicklaus can do it, I can do it.” He then tees off and plop, the ball lands in the water. Sheepishly, Jesus asks Moses to retrieve the ball, so Moses goes down to the hazard, parts the water, walks in and grabs it. Two more times, Jesus insists on the 3 iron, with the same result: the ball splashes into the water, Moses fetches it. The fourth time, Moses refuses, saying, if you want it YOU GO GET IT. So down Jesus schleps to the hazard, walking across the water, bending down and pulling the ball from the depths. As he heads back across the water, someone waiting to play through says to Moses, “who does that guy think he is, Jesus Christ? “Moses replies, no, Jack Nicklaus.
Who does Peter think he is, Jesus?
When Peter looked at the storm that surrounded him, he forgot that it was God who was holding him up. He got scared and he began to sink. He did what a lot of us do when we become overwhelmed. We forget that we aren’t in this alone. We forget to live our faith. Peter assumed that following Jesus, that following God was a matter of saying all the right words. He forgot that it’s also about believing those words. He forgot to live them.
Living our faith isn’t about pretending to be what we’re not. Living our faith is opening ourselves to be instruments of God, directed and guided by the Holy Spirit to be the best “Me” we can be. We’re not Jack Nicklalus, we’re not Jesus, we’re not Peter..we ‘re (name people). It’s about following the nudging of the Spirit, it’s about trusting that the Spirit is leading us into places and situations that we would neer enter into on our own.
This is what sank Peter. He had all the words in the world to praise God and Jesus, but that all came from his head. Our faith, when it’s really taken hold, when it really is a part of us, comes from our heart. It comes from a place deep within. so deep that it drives us in ways that we can’t explain.
It drives us to risk ourselves for love.
It drives us to speak the truth, even when it isn’t popular, even when it’s not “acceptable.”
It drives us to do things that, if we really stopped to think about, we’d never try to do.
Faith, when it really takes hold, leads us to places unimaginable and seemingly unattainable. And usually completely surprising.
Three years ago, Ascension was a parish that was in a bit of turmoil. They had a core group of about 9 people who were, against all reason, committed to being a community of faith that reached out to the Allentown neighborhood. 3 years later we are the recipients of an incredible gift of the spirit: the Pet Food Pantry. This outreach program has grown our parish, strengthened our parish and shown our neighborhood the love of Christ one 5 lb bag of pet food at a time. Today, we know that we have to give up a good portion of our building. The adaptive re-use of our beautiful space will be painful, scary and sad. But we, as a parish, have no concerns that we won’t survive and thrive because the Holy Spirit is clearly working in through and between us. If anyone had told us, three years ago, that the PFP would be serving hundreds of households and thousands of pets each month and that the pantry would be staffed and supported by our small parish we would have laughed. But we didn’t really think that much, we just listened to the urgings of the Holy Spirit and walked in faith. So, even though the endowment at Ascension is just about out, even though our building is old and expensive, even though we have no idea where we will be worshipping next year, we emboldened by the power of the Holy Spirit, are moving, step by step, into the future. It’s terrifying, and if we thought we had to do this by ourselves, we, like Peter, would sink like a stone. But somehow, some way, we have learned to trust the Spirit, somehow some way we are stepping out in faith, holding on for dear life to our faith in God and our love for each other.
So, what does the story of Ascension have to do with Good Shepherd? Well, I think we are at a Peter moment. Just what is the Spirit calling us, the Church of the Good Shepherd to be and to do?
We are a beautiful church on an amazing corner in one of the most vibrant neighborhoods in our city. We have a hugely successful and vitally important outreach program through our Food Pantry. But the truth is, only a handful of us are involved in it.
We host the longest running (and one of the largest) AA groups in Western New York. Other than those of us who may be in recovery, we have no hands on experience with these folks.
In no way to I mean to diminish the importance of this work—it is vital and holy—but it doesn’t really involve us.
Yes we have a beautiful building with a wonderful community that gathers weekly for well done liturgy and heartfelt prayer…. but is this all the Spirit is calling us to be? If our building was taken from us tomorrow, would we still be us?
If we weren’t in Parkside would we still be us?
What are we being called to do? Who are we being called to be? We, like the Jesus in my dad’s bad joke must be true to what we are called to be. We aren’t Jack Nicklaus, we aren’t Jesus, we aren’t Peter. Who are we?
Your vestry has already begun grappling with these questions, and in the fall we all will have the opportunity to grapple with the fundamental questions of this, our community of faith: who is God calling us to be, whom is God calling us to serve?
I for one can’t wait to find out.
Amen.
Monday, August 4, 2014
Pentecost 8 Yr A Let Go for Dear Life and Let God for dear Life
Eventually everyone has to stop fighting, resisting and wrestling. Eventually we all get to the end of our own road and need to take God’s road.
This is the lesson Jacob learns in today’s reading from Genesis. This younger twin son of Isaac and Rebekah was born forcing his will upon the world. From his battle with his twin brother Esau all the way to that long night of wrestling with God, Jacob had been the ultimate my way or the highway type of guy. But then, with his hip and his selfishness dislocated, Jacob realizes and admits that he needs God, he wants God and he will, finally, receive God.
He got tired enough, scared enough, defeated enough to stop holding on with all his might. He finally LET GO.
Doesn’t that sound familiar? I mean, I don’t know about you, but I know that when push comes to shove, when I am absolutely, positively driven to my knees I tend to be MUCH MORE receptive to God.
Let Go and Let God is a slogan used in 12 step groups. Although some might find it trite, I consider it profound in its simplicity: Let Go and Let God. Let Go of MY WAY and Let God have God’s way.
When we stop wrestling God, when we stop fighting, when we let go, we make room for God to do what God does best, care for and love us beyond all reason.
Yet, time and again we forget that we can’t and God can.
Time and again we forget that what we think is impossible, God knows is possible, that what we can’t see, God can.
We forget that at the end of the day we can only get ourselves so far, that we need God to get us the rest of the way.
This knowledge that we can only get ourselves so far is what fueled most of the healing stories in our Gospels. Many of these stories involve an unlikely character reaching a point of no return…they’ve tried everything, they’ve followed all the rules, they’ve gone to all the experts yet still they’re plagued by disease. Exhausted, out of options, utterly defeated, these people make one last attempt at healing by seeking out Christ, by crying out to him, by pushing past those much more powerful than they to implore Jesus to save their wife, their daughter, their son, their friend or themselves. At the end of all hope these people approach Jesus and are healed. I suppose it’s easy to just say that God, through Jesus, miraculously and magically cures them.
But, Jesus isn’t one for acts of magic is he? He isn’t one to offer impersonal and standard prayers for healing. No, Jesus takes each of these healing opportunities to heart. He looks at them, he engages them and says, “your faith has made you well.”
No miraculous incantations, no magic wand. Rather a relationship, a connection, a faith, that allows the healing light of God, through Christ, to take hold and work.
These people LET GO AND LET GOD. They let go of their fear, of their misery, of their stubbornness. They let go of it all and let God in, they gave God room to move.
They let go and they let God.
The feeding of the five thousand is , like the parables we’ve been hearing the past few weeks, a very familiar story.
Jesus has tried to get some quiet time but the crowd tracks him down—asking for prayers, asking for healing, asking for HIM.
The disciples are tired, too. They start to shoo the pople away, aware that it’s dinner-time and they don’t have enough food to feed themselves, let alone the multitudes.
There won’t be enough they cry….
Send them away, they ask….
We can’t do it…
Out of that position of utter defeat and helplessness and exhaustion, Jesus, as he is known to do, acts in the most outrageous and ridiculous way….he invites them all---5,000 people PLUS …to sit down….he instructs his disciples to gather up the meager food they had ---five loaves of bread and two fish---and proceeds to feed them all… and have left overs.
Yes this was a miracle. But it wasn’t a passive miracle. It wasn’t a divine spectacle, it wasn’t another installment of Jesus and his band of followers do an amazing stunt on the hills of Galilee.
It was people, folks like you and me, letting go and letting God.
It was people, folks like you and me, letting go of a fear that there wouldn’t be enough.
It was people, folks like you and me, reaching into their knapsacks, into their pockets and into their bags and taking out the food and water they had carried with them for their journey and sharing it with others. The miracle wasn’t creating something out of nothing, the miracle was in 5000 people realizing that they could only get so far on their own, that to get where they really wanted to go, they needed more than their own desire, and the force of their own will. They needed to let go of what they were holding onto for dear life and let God.
The miracle is that people let go of their fear of “not enough” and discovered more than enough.
People let go of “what about me” and embraced “we’re all in this together,”
People let go of NOT GOD and held onto Let God.
This is the lesson of Jacob’s wrestling match and of the feeding of the multitudes:
We can fight God or we can embrace God. We can hold on for dear life or let go for dear life.
The miracle of Jesus Christ, the miracle of God, the miracle of the faith we profess to live is that when we stop holding on so tight, we are overwhelmed by the never ending abundance that is God.
The miracle is that when Let Go and Let God we get to a place without worry, a place without fear, a place without scarcity, a place without worry. The miracle is that in letting go, we are filled to overflowing.
Amen.
This is the lesson Jacob learns in today’s reading from Genesis. This younger twin son of Isaac and Rebekah was born forcing his will upon the world. From his battle with his twin brother Esau all the way to that long night of wrestling with God, Jacob had been the ultimate my way or the highway type of guy. But then, with his hip and his selfishness dislocated, Jacob realizes and admits that he needs God, he wants God and he will, finally, receive God.
He got tired enough, scared enough, defeated enough to stop holding on with all his might. He finally LET GO.
Doesn’t that sound familiar? I mean, I don’t know about you, but I know that when push comes to shove, when I am absolutely, positively driven to my knees I tend to be MUCH MORE receptive to God.
Let Go and Let God is a slogan used in 12 step groups. Although some might find it trite, I consider it profound in its simplicity: Let Go and Let God. Let Go of MY WAY and Let God have God’s way.
When we stop wrestling God, when we stop fighting, when we let go, we make room for God to do what God does best, care for and love us beyond all reason.
Yet, time and again we forget that we can’t and God can.
Time and again we forget that what we think is impossible, God knows is possible, that what we can’t see, God can.
We forget that at the end of the day we can only get ourselves so far, that we need God to get us the rest of the way.
This knowledge that we can only get ourselves so far is what fueled most of the healing stories in our Gospels. Many of these stories involve an unlikely character reaching a point of no return…they’ve tried everything, they’ve followed all the rules, they’ve gone to all the experts yet still they’re plagued by disease. Exhausted, out of options, utterly defeated, these people make one last attempt at healing by seeking out Christ, by crying out to him, by pushing past those much more powerful than they to implore Jesus to save their wife, their daughter, their son, their friend or themselves. At the end of all hope these people approach Jesus and are healed. I suppose it’s easy to just say that God, through Jesus, miraculously and magically cures them.
But, Jesus isn’t one for acts of magic is he? He isn’t one to offer impersonal and standard prayers for healing. No, Jesus takes each of these healing opportunities to heart. He looks at them, he engages them and says, “your faith has made you well.”
No miraculous incantations, no magic wand. Rather a relationship, a connection, a faith, that allows the healing light of God, through Christ, to take hold and work.
These people LET GO AND LET GOD. They let go of their fear, of their misery, of their stubbornness. They let go of it all and let God in, they gave God room to move.
They let go and they let God.
The feeding of the five thousand is , like the parables we’ve been hearing the past few weeks, a very familiar story.
Jesus has tried to get some quiet time but the crowd tracks him down—asking for prayers, asking for healing, asking for HIM.
The disciples are tired, too. They start to shoo the pople away, aware that it’s dinner-time and they don’t have enough food to feed themselves, let alone the multitudes.
There won’t be enough they cry….
Send them away, they ask….
We can’t do it…
Out of that position of utter defeat and helplessness and exhaustion, Jesus, as he is known to do, acts in the most outrageous and ridiculous way….he invites them all---5,000 people PLUS …to sit down….he instructs his disciples to gather up the meager food they had ---five loaves of bread and two fish---and proceeds to feed them all… and have left overs.
Yes this was a miracle. But it wasn’t a passive miracle. It wasn’t a divine spectacle, it wasn’t another installment of Jesus and his band of followers do an amazing stunt on the hills of Galilee.
It was people, folks like you and me, letting go and letting God.
It was people, folks like you and me, letting go of a fear that there wouldn’t be enough.
It was people, folks like you and me, reaching into their knapsacks, into their pockets and into their bags and taking out the food and water they had carried with them for their journey and sharing it with others. The miracle wasn’t creating something out of nothing, the miracle was in 5000 people realizing that they could only get so far on their own, that to get where they really wanted to go, they needed more than their own desire, and the force of their own will. They needed to let go of what they were holding onto for dear life and let God.
The miracle is that people let go of their fear of “not enough” and discovered more than enough.
People let go of “what about me” and embraced “we’re all in this together,”
People let go of NOT GOD and held onto Let God.
This is the lesson of Jacob’s wrestling match and of the feeding of the multitudes:
We can fight God or we can embrace God. We can hold on for dear life or let go for dear life.
The miracle of Jesus Christ, the miracle of God, the miracle of the faith we profess to live is that when we stop holding on so tight, we are overwhelmed by the never ending abundance that is God.
The miracle is that when Let Go and Let God we get to a place without worry, a place without fear, a place without scarcity, a place without worry. The miracle is that in letting go, we are filled to overflowing.
Amen.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Pentecost 6 Yr. A and Baptism : A gaggle of angels sweeping out the weeds of darkness
As has become my tradition, when we have a baptism at any of our three services on a Sunday, the sermon is in the form of a letter to the baptized. Today at the 10:30 we baptize Jaxon Carter Bidell.
Dear Jaxon:
Darkness is not dark to you, the night is as bright as the day; darkness and light to you are both alike.
This is a line from our psalm for today—psalms are poems written to God. Today’s is like a love poem to God. You see for God, there isn’t any darkness at all. With God there’s only light. That’s why we have that big candle lit next to the baptismal font today. The candles and the water and the prayers of baptism are all outward and visible signs of this amazing grace within you---a grace that is full of truth and light. A grace that was given to you by God at your birth---with God’s kiss of grace you were filled with light and love and truth and peace. It’s a good thing that God fills us with such things at our birth, because the world that we’re born into? Well it isn’t always full of grace and truth and light. Sometimes, Jax, it’s full of doubt and fear and encroaching darkness. Your mommy and daddy, your Godparents, your big brothers and this whole community of faith will do everything in our power to keep the darkness from affecting you, but sometimes, in this world, in this life, it seeps in and overtakes.
But DON’T WORRY! It’s ok, that’s what this whole baptism thing is about. Your baptism…the actual pouring of holy water over your head, the vows your parents, godparents and all of us here will take, the other promises we’ll make, they’re all designed to surround you with a safety net.
Kind of like when you were born. You were born in a hurry and needed help and support to get used to being out in the world instead of safely in the womb. There were all sorts of people there for you—not only your parents, but doctors, nurses, technicians---all working to help you get used to being here. All making sure that nothing bad happened to you.
That’s what baptism is all about---we promise, as a community of faith, to protect you, help you, encourage you, support you, pray for you. Forever.
It’s pretty cool!
But there’s more!
You see not only are we committed to protect, help, encourage, support and pray for you, forever, but SO IS GOD, and all of the saints in heaven and on earth. Everyone who loves God also loves you.
Yep, it’s true. We can’t LOVE GOD without also LOVING EVERYONE ELSE, including, and today most especially, YOU.
Our first reading is all about this wonderful man Jacob who had a really weird dream one night (I’m not surprised that he had an odd dream, after all his pillow was a ROCK, that couldn’t have been too comfortable). Anyway in his dream he saw this ladder---it extended from earth all the way up to heaven and on that ladder was a whole gaggle of angels, running up and down...
reaching down to the earth and back up to the heavens.
Over and over again God is sending us help—reinforcements, friends, companions for the journey. Why? Because God never wants us to feel alone.
God says it to Jacob right there in that dream, “Know that I am with you and will keep you, wherever you go…I will not leave you…
Jaxon, God will never leave you, and neither will we. Whether we see you regularly for the rest of your life or not, we will always be with you. Since 1888 A LOT of people have been baptized here, hundreds, thousands of people have had the sacred waters of baptism poured over them right here, and you know what? Each and everyone one is part of this family. We’ll always be here for you. Always, always, always. We, just like that army of angels on Jacob’s ladder, will be here. For you. Forever.
But..there’s still more!
As a baptized Christian, which is exactly who you’re becoming today, you not only receive a lot, but you’re expected to give a lot. Of course, you’ve already given A LOT. You’ve brought untold joy to your parents, grandparents, aunts uncles, godparents friends…even your brothers! But, there’s more for you to do. There’s more for all of us to do ---the joy, peace and light that fills this place today is very threatening to the forces of darkness in the world. OK, “forces of darkness” sounds pretty ominous and scary doesn’t it? Some people will call the darkness the devil, others will call it the Evil One; I just call it darkness. There’s a big fight happening in creation--- the joy and peace and light of God is forever challenged by the fear, anger and darkness of Not God. Your job, as you grow, is to always and forever remember that you’re a beloved child of God and that as this beloved child of God you, too MUST share the joy and peace, light and love of God with all whom you encounter.
That’s what that silly story Jesus tells in today’s Gospel is all about---God loves us all, no exceptions, but some of us can’t accept that love, we just can’t let it fill us and surround us and grow between us. It’s up to us---all of us, you included, to love the world so much, to love God so much, to love everyone so much, that the weeds of darkness, the weeds of the fearful, the weeds of the naysayers and the weeds of the angry are all swept away by and through our faith, our hope and our joy.
Welcome to this good and holy work Jaxon. We’re so glad you’re here.
Amen.
Dear Jaxon:
Darkness is not dark to you, the night is as bright as the day; darkness and light to you are both alike.
This is a line from our psalm for today—psalms are poems written to God. Today’s is like a love poem to God. You see for God, there isn’t any darkness at all. With God there’s only light. That’s why we have that big candle lit next to the baptismal font today. The candles and the water and the prayers of baptism are all outward and visible signs of this amazing grace within you---a grace that is full of truth and light. A grace that was given to you by God at your birth---with God’s kiss of grace you were filled with light and love and truth and peace. It’s a good thing that God fills us with such things at our birth, because the world that we’re born into? Well it isn’t always full of grace and truth and light. Sometimes, Jax, it’s full of doubt and fear and encroaching darkness. Your mommy and daddy, your Godparents, your big brothers and this whole community of faith will do everything in our power to keep the darkness from affecting you, but sometimes, in this world, in this life, it seeps in and overtakes.
But DON’T WORRY! It’s ok, that’s what this whole baptism thing is about. Your baptism…the actual pouring of holy water over your head, the vows your parents, godparents and all of us here will take, the other promises we’ll make, they’re all designed to surround you with a safety net.
Kind of like when you were born. You were born in a hurry and needed help and support to get used to being out in the world instead of safely in the womb. There were all sorts of people there for you—not only your parents, but doctors, nurses, technicians---all working to help you get used to being here. All making sure that nothing bad happened to you.
That’s what baptism is all about---we promise, as a community of faith, to protect you, help you, encourage you, support you, pray for you. Forever.
It’s pretty cool!
But there’s more!
You see not only are we committed to protect, help, encourage, support and pray for you, forever, but SO IS GOD, and all of the saints in heaven and on earth. Everyone who loves God also loves you.
Yep, it’s true. We can’t LOVE GOD without also LOVING EVERYONE ELSE, including, and today most especially, YOU.
Our first reading is all about this wonderful man Jacob who had a really weird dream one night (I’m not surprised that he had an odd dream, after all his pillow was a ROCK, that couldn’t have been too comfortable). Anyway in his dream he saw this ladder---it extended from earth all the way up to heaven and on that ladder was a whole gaggle of angels, running up and down...
reaching down to the earth and back up to the heavens.
Over and over again God is sending us help—reinforcements, friends, companions for the journey. Why? Because God never wants us to feel alone.
God says it to Jacob right there in that dream, “Know that I am with you and will keep you, wherever you go…I will not leave you…
Jaxon, God will never leave you, and neither will we. Whether we see you regularly for the rest of your life or not, we will always be with you. Since 1888 A LOT of people have been baptized here, hundreds, thousands of people have had the sacred waters of baptism poured over them right here, and you know what? Each and everyone one is part of this family. We’ll always be here for you. Always, always, always. We, just like that army of angels on Jacob’s ladder, will be here. For you. Forever.
But..there’s still more!
As a baptized Christian, which is exactly who you’re becoming today, you not only receive a lot, but you’re expected to give a lot. Of course, you’ve already given A LOT. You’ve brought untold joy to your parents, grandparents, aunts uncles, godparents friends…even your brothers! But, there’s more for you to do. There’s more for all of us to do ---the joy, peace and light that fills this place today is very threatening to the forces of darkness in the world. OK, “forces of darkness” sounds pretty ominous and scary doesn’t it? Some people will call the darkness the devil, others will call it the Evil One; I just call it darkness. There’s a big fight happening in creation--- the joy and peace and light of God is forever challenged by the fear, anger and darkness of Not God. Your job, as you grow, is to always and forever remember that you’re a beloved child of God and that as this beloved child of God you, too MUST share the joy and peace, light and love of God with all whom you encounter.
That’s what that silly story Jesus tells in today’s Gospel is all about---God loves us all, no exceptions, but some of us can’t accept that love, we just can’t let it fill us and surround us and grow between us. It’s up to us---all of us, you included, to love the world so much, to love God so much, to love everyone so much, that the weeds of darkness, the weeds of the fearful, the weeds of the naysayers and the weeds of the angry are all swept away by and through our faith, our hope and our joy.
Welcome to this good and holy work Jaxon. We’re so glad you’re here.
Amen.
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